Page 56 of Satan's Naughty List
“What’s going on?” I shriek, tugging against his grip. I don’t need the details to know this isn’t a good situation. Not at all. “Get your hands off of me you fucking twatwaffle!”
“Shut her up.” I snap up to see one of my father’s main associates sitting in the dingy chair. He looks at his polished fucking nails like he’s the king of the world against us scum.
Opening my mouth to tell him off, the handsy guy shoves his handkerchief into my mouth. I gag lightly at the tough cotton, trying to force it back out. It doesn’t give as a piece of tape slaps over my lips.
How fucking cliché.
“It’s a family reunion,” Rodney cheers with a loud clap. Brushing imaginary dirt off his suit, he stands and reaches for handsy. They exchange a folder, pushing it in front of me first. “You know who this is, don’t you?” Staring at the photo, I flicker around in utter confusion.
It’s a photo of me staring back. I’m with a group of my friends shopping. From what it looks like, I’m grinning right into the camera lens. The shot is candid, so I wasn’t posing for it.
I nod, distrust immediately churning in my gut. He grabs the folder back before flipping to another page. It’s me and my friends shopping. I’m sliding the black card out of the reader with a grin. Again and again, he shows me pictures of me shopping.
“You see a trend, right?” I ask, stopping on the last photo. It’s a document of our card statements. We’re not rich, but I worked my ass off for my money. Put it into my bank by myself. I didn’t have access to the account because I’m not old enough, or at least that’s what they told me. I thought I was spending my own money. Turns out, according to the papers in front of me, they were spending my money too.
I can’t look at them from how I’m sitting, but I can feel their eyes on the back of my body.
“Daddy and Mommy appear to have a bit of a problem,” he muses, snapping the file closed. I can’t take my eyes off the spot on the table. “I bet you’re wondering what this means?” I nod, tears welling in my eyes as assumptions start rolling through me.
Unfortunately, what he says next is something I would have never guessed.
“Their debts are paid if you marry me.” Startled, my brows furrow deeply on my forehead. What the fuck would he want with a sixteen year old girl?
I crane to look at my parents, resentment and anger fusing deep within me. They’d give me up…for money?
The tape is suddenly ripped off my mouth, skin being taken with it. “I don’t understand,” I sob, tears streaming down my cheeks.
“You’ll be married to me, darling. Don’t you worry. You’ll be well taken care of.”
AGE NINETEEN
“Time of death?” The man asks, looking down at his nose at me. I have tears streaming down my face. What he doesn’t know is that it’s from fear.
“I-I-I don’t know,” I sob, knees crumbling as the weight lifts from my shoulders. Rodney lies so still on his bed, unmoving. Unbreathing. A riot of freedom seems to kickstart in my brain. The man hums, grabbing Rodney’s wrist once more to check for a pulse. Again, nothing.
“Servant,” one of the enforcers barks. My spine jerks pin-rod straight. Clambering to my feet, I put the emotional facade back on. Overwhelming hatred. Fear. Freedom. I can feel it all suddenly wanting to break the dam I so carefully constructed.
“You’ll be reassigned, dear,” a short woman says from the top of her nose. She looks down on me with a mixture of sweetness and as if I’m the scum on the bottom of her shoes.
“Yes, madam,” I nod with a sharp curtsy. The heavy weight from Rodney’s ring feels like a rock, one that would force me to drown if dropped in water. I can handle being reassigned as a maid…that’s not terrible. It’s better than this.
Rodney said my will was too strong for him, but would be great for his heir…luckily and unfortunately all at the same time, an heir wasn’t blessed to us. Two short nights ago, Rodney tried to…
I can’t even say it, my body still wracking with fearful shivers. My life flashed before my eyes. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands. No one would ever know…
“Pack your bags, girl,” the woman barks out, turning on her heel and walking back to the foyer. I try not to show my excitement.
Racing up the steps, I pack my things in a trunk offered by the enforcer. He stands nearby, obviously my watcher. It takes everything not to shout from the roof-tops that this actually fucking worked!
Clasping the clutch shut, he grunts a syllable or two and grabs it from where it’s perched on the bed. It almost didn’t close with how full it is.
“May I ask where we’re going?” I mutter timidly. This man still scares the ever living shit out of me. He’s not done anything since I was off limits, but now that the boss is dead….
“No.” That’s the end of that. Tossing the trunk into the boot of the car, he steps inside the driver side and turns it on. I don’t wait for him to open it.
Off to my new life.
“Here’s the new whore,” the enforcer spits, shoving me forward. I stumble, only to be caught by a handsome man. His face is full with a beard, his teeth slightly starting to yellow, but that could be from the liquor these posh men tend to guzzle.
