He stepped close to them again.
“No one will lay their hands on any of you. When you say no, it means no, and if a motherfucker thinks to take from you that which you are not willing to give, know that working for me means you’ll be protected.”
The girls visibly relaxed.
“And I only want women that are here because they want to be here. I don’t deal in sex-trafficking, nor do I let my girls get raped, and I sure as fuck don’t allow them to get beaten.”#p#分页标题#e#
The girls looked over at Alessandria, but he was already looking at her.
“I’ll have my doctor check you all out. After that, you can clean up, get something to eat, and rest for the remainder of the night. Then I’ll have things explained to you. I work things here my way, and I want them done a certain way.” Zeke gestured for one of the guys to show the girls inside. The other two guys started loading up the dead bodies in the back of the van, and soon they were driving it away from Dominion.
When Alessandria started making her way toward the club, he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. She was tense, her head still downcast.
“Look at me,” he said, his voice deep. There was something about her, something that had his body coiled tight. It wasn’t because she’d been hurt, but there was something, when he looked at her, that tugged at his protective side. He wanted to kill anyone who had touched her and put that fear in her eyes.
“Who touched you? Tell me their names.”
She didn’t answer right away, but he saw how her throat worked as she swallowed, could practically smell her fear, hear her heart racing.
“You’re safe now.” He reached behind her, undid her hands, and without thinking, he had her wrists in his hands, rubbing her skin. She winced, and he gentled his touch.
But the longer she stared at him, the more he felt that protective instinct in him to make sure she was never hurt again. He also realized she wouldn’t tell him anything. But Zeke would get it out of her. He’d find out who hurt her, who had made her feel like this.
“Get checked out and cleaned up, Alessandria. And don’t worry, I’ll find out who the fuck did this to you.”
One of his men came back out and helped her inside, but before she disappeared into Dominion, she looked over her shoulder at him. His chest tightened at the look of vulnerability in her eyes.
He reached for his cell, turned his back on the now closed door, and called the people he knew that would find out what he wanted. He might have men under his thumb that would die to get the job done, but the truth was that he trusted the Soldiers.
“Zeke,” Demon said in a bland voice.
“I need the Soldiers to find out some information for me, and I need it to be a priority.”
Zeke was going to make sure he found out how Alessandria had ended up in his establishment, because whoever did this to her would pay with their life. There was something vulnerable, innocent about her. Something about her reminded him of the sweetness he saw when he looked in Daniella’s face. He could be a heartless killer, a bastard, but that didn’t mean he would let someone beat a woman and make her feel fear.
No, Zeke would hunt them down and tear them apart.
Alessandria had been given the privacy to take a shower, a set of clean, modest clothes, and was now stepping into the room she’d share with the rest of the girls. She saw they were dressed in scantily clad clothing, clean, but still revealing, whereas she’d been given the only outfit that didn’t show her tits and ass.
The room Alessandria was in was the nicest one she’d been in for longer than she could remember. She stood in the center of the room, stared at the beds lined up against both walls, took in the flowers sitting on the coffee table between two plush looking couches off to the side, and swallowed when she saw the closet that was as big and wide as the room itself. She moved toward it, saw the colorful, expensive clothes, and knew that whoever this man was, the one that had killed the men that had taken her and hurt her, would not give them these things freely.
He might have killed the ones that brought her here when he saw her bruises and wounds, but she had looked into his eyes, saw the very devil himself staring back. He was cold, calculating, smart, and powerful. If he could kill people with so little emotion, with so little thought, what would he do to her, what would he make her do? She knew that nothing came without a cost.#p#分页标题#e#
God, did she know that better than most.
Her entire life had been nothing more than a living hell, and it all started with one man, one man she thought she’d loved, would have given the world to, and saw her future with. But the devil comes in many forms, can be charming, intelligent, charismatic, and in the end, is nothing more than a sociopath.