Scout tosses me on the bed, and I scramble to my knees, eyeing the door behind him.
“Dad will be back soon,” I warn, my voice shaking with fear. “He’ll kill you if you touch me.”
“He’s not going to find out,” Scout barks back, “because I’ll send your dirty sex videos to everyone on his client list.” His smile is sinister. “He leaves his computer unlocked all the time. All it took was once to download what I needed to a flash drive.”
“So?” I hiss. “You think I’ll bend over and take it because you threaten me?”
Sparrow snorts. “You have no choice.”
“Fuck you,” I spit out. “You promised Dad you wouldn’t hurt me.”
“Sully and I both did,” he agrees. “But no one said anything about Scout.”
I launch myself off the bed in an attempt to make it to the door, but Scout is faster. He body slams me onto the bed before he starts pawing at me. I know he’s looking for my phone, but he won’t find it. As soon as he realizes I don’t have anything on me, his features harden. Like a switch goes off, he starts yanking at my T-shirt.
“If you touch me, I’ll tell them you forced me,” I choke out. “You’ll go to prison.”
Scout sneers at me. “And who will they believe? Three boys just being boys, having sex with a girl they find attractive? Or a prostitute who fucks rich old dudes for money?”
“You said we were just going to—” Sully starts, but Scout cuts him off by barking out his name.
“Help me get her clothes off,” Scout orders.
I scream and squirm as the three of them work together. I manage to kick Sparrow in the nose and Sully in the balls, but in the end, they strip me and hold me down. The sobs escaping me sound more like desperate gasps of air. Like a fish on the banks of a river writhing under the paw of a tiger.
Scout produces a Sharpie and begins to write on my stomach. Where it once said Winston’s Dirty Whore, it now says Scout’s Slutty Sister. They laugh as they take turns writing crude things on me. But, aside from the words, they haven’t violated me in ways that might send them to prison.
“Text her boyfriend,” Scout orders Sully. “Tell him what we want. In return, we’ll let her go.”
I glower at Scout as Sully snaps pictures of me. Then, his fingers fly over the keys as he no doubt sends his demands to Winston. Several long minutes go by with no response.
“He’s in a meeting, dumbass,” I hiss at Scout, tears leaking down my temples.
Time drags on as we wait.
“Text him and tell him he has five minutes to respond or else I’m going to fuck his pretty whore.” Scout smiles at me like the damn devil, stopping my heart in the process. “And then we’ll send him a video.”
“Please don’t do this,” I beg.
Five long minutes pass by with the boys laughing and me tearfully begging. Finally, Sully says, “He responded.”
“What did he say?” Scout demands.
Sully frowns. “He doesn’t negotiate with terrorists.”
“Fucking asshole,” Scout roars, launching himself at me.
I let loose a blood-curdling scream as Scout starts to undo his jeans. I catch Sully’s wide-eyed stare and beg for him to save me. Sparrow curses and paces beside the bed.
“Dude, we said scare her, not this,” Sully says to Scout.
“Shut the fuck up,” Scout bites back. “Constantine wants to play fucking chicken, then we’ll play fucking chicken.” As soon as his dick is in his hand, I close my eyes. I can’t do this. I can’t be mentally present for this.
But, instead of him violating me, I hear sweet music to my ears.
Police sirens.
Scout scrambles to dress, and I realize I’m safe. Winston called the police. All the way from halfway across the world, he saved me.
The pounding on the front door has me sucking in a breath of relief.
Thank god.
19
Winston
Pissed off doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel right now.
Infuriated. Maddened. Rage-filled. Near a nuclear meltdown.
I’m about to explode with the need to murder those fucking animals. Especially Scout. I should be doing damage control on the massive account we just lost, but instead, I can’t stop thinking about her.
Is she safe?
Did they hurt her?
Why the fuck was she over there?
“Keaton just texted me,” Perry says from beside me on the plane. “He and Tinsley are at your place now with Ash.”
It’s been a full fourteen hours since I got the text with a picture of my girl once again in the clutches of those motherfuckers along with a demand to get them back into Harvard. Rather than playing their games since I was all the way in goddamn France, I immediately called the police. I couldn’t risk it. I’ll get those assholes back in a way that hurts, but at that moment, all I could think about was making sure she was safe.