No savior a dark romance, p.1
No Savior: A Dark Romance, page 1
NO SAVIOR
PIPER STONE
CONTENTS
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Epilogue
Afterword
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No Savior
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PROLOGUE
Reese
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Exhaling, the sound drew me from a deep sleep. Very slowly, I turned my head, blinking several times to try to understand what I was hearing.
Monitors.
A hospital.
Every muscle screamed with discomfort. Even the slightest movement was exhausting. The needle in my arm caught my attention and I slowly followed the trail with my eyes to the clear bag hanging from an IV stand.
A single shift and I winced, finding it difficult to catch my breath.
“You’re awake.”
Very slowly, I shifted my eyes toward the sound of the deep voice. “Hi, Daddy.”
My father was a huge man, always a little gruff around the edges. He’d been my hero growing up, protective in every sense of the word. He’d never been too busy for his family, even though he was a very important man. But as he stood, slowly coming closer, I realized I’d never seen him look so exhausted.
Or so pale.
He’d lost weight, his once hefty mass slowly withered away by months of anxiety and sleepless nights. But he was still my dad, always by my side.
“I’m right here, angel.” He took my hand into his, squeezing my fingers.
“I didn’t think you’d make it.” He’d been out of the country for weeks.
His smile was forced. “Of course, baby girl.”
Still groggy, I was having difficulty piecing together why I was so tired. Then it suddenly came to me. As soon as I tried to jerk up, I winced. “What happened? Briana? Is she… I mean…” I couldn’t find my voice, the sudden agony twisting my heart nothing physical, but the emotional anguish was even worse.
“Whoa, girlie. Slow down. It’s okay.”
“Will she… Make it?” I licked my dry lips, struggling to keep from crying. I’d shed so many tears I was surprised I had any left.
His squeeze was a reminder of just how close our family was, distance never truly separating us. “The doctors won’t know for certain for at least a couple weeks, but everything looks good so far. Your mom is with her right now. She did very well, a strong soldier just like you are.”
A soldier in the fight of her life.
Closing my eyes, I turned my head, so he didn’t notice the tears slipping down my face. A single racking sob forced me to bite my lower lip.
“Hey, my beautiful daughter. Don’t do that. You’ve given your baby sister a chance at life. What you did was brave and amazing.”
Brave? Amazing?
What the hell had I done? My sweet baby sister had spent more than half her life inside hospitals. Chemotherapy. Radiation. She’d missed birthdays and holidays. She’d been unable to play with her friends, kept cooped up inside the house for fear of compromising her body’s immune system.
My little sister deserved a chance to thrive, not just exist. This was her last chance. Briana was so intelligent and so eager for life. She loved everything. Every animal. Every bird. Even snakes. Her room was filled with stuffed dogs and bears, giraffes and elephants, seals and dolphins.
Because she couldn’t have a pet of her own.
She loved to draw just like I did, but God, she was much more talented. She adored K-Pop music and movies, her favorites Pocahontas and the Twilight Saga. And hula-hoops. I bit back a laugh as a vision of her bright purple hoop tickled my mind. She was Daddy’s little princess. She was my little leech, and I loved every moment of her following me around, her eyes wide open. Giggling. Wanting to be just like her big sister.
“She has to live,” I said, fighting for control of my emotion, failing with a hard thud as I seemed to do with everything else.
“Girlie. Have faith. I believe your sister is going to be just fine. All because of you. You’re her guardian angel. Never forget that. Her guardian angel and you’ll be watching out for her the rest of her life. Briana is so lucky to have you. You gave her the ultimate gift.”
I would do anything for her. I’d walk through fire if necessary.
All I wanted in my life was for her to have a chance. There was so much for her to live for. “I’m trying, Daddy.”
“I know, honey. Because of you, Briana will have a future full of love, family, and so much happiness.”
CHAPTER 1
Ten years later…
Reese
“Next.”
His gruff voice coming from behind a dark drape sent a shower of ugly current through every muscle, fear into my stomach. I suddenly couldn’t move, terrified I’d made a horrible decision.
Get moving. You have no other choice.
The chiding from my inner voice did little to boost my courage.
“Get out there, sweetheart. We don’t have all fucking day. Trust me. You’re nothing special.”
The man standing behind me pushed me forward with enough force I almost tripped. While I was terrified, being manhandled wasn’t in my repertoire. “Watch it, asshole.”
After catching myself before falling on my face, I threw him a hateful look. While the hulking mass was impeccably dressed, he had bouncer goon vibes. I envisioned him carrying brass knuckles as a weapon of choice.
His eyes lit up as he made snake sounds, the slithering tongue licking his lips as disgusting as everything about him. “A feisty one. Our members like that.”
Members.
The single word reminded me why I was here.
To find my sister.
My father’s voice remained in the back of my mind, a soft echo that never subsided. “You’re her guardian angel.”
But I’d ceased to be over a year before. I’d forsaken her, annoyed with my sister for so many things. For living dangerously. For tossing aside the joy she’d found, the life she’d been allowed to live.
It was quite possible I was just a horrible person. She owed me nothing, but she did owe herself. Maybe I just needed to kick her upside the head like sisters did. If only I hadn’t been so busy. Although that wasn’t entirely true. I hadn’t been able to stand watching her destroying her life. Now I wasn’t a guardian angel, but an avenging one. If anyone had hurt her, or touched her inappropriately, they would face my wrath.
Hell hath no fury like a big sister with a cause.
All my investigations had led me to this place and this moment, prepared to degrade myself for acceptance into some twisted club full of aging, wealthy men with sadistic hungers. I shuddered from the thought, but I’d come too far to blow my single chance at finding her.
When I didn’t cower, the asshole hissed. “Get the fuck out there or get out. Those are your choices.”
“Fine.”
“Your fucking body better be worth that mouth.”
If only I could shove my fist into his.
Calm down and breathe. Pretend.
I held my head high, envisioning Briana’s face as I stepped from behind the curtain, immediately assaulted by bright lights. Wincing, I shielded my eyes and did my best to keep from tripping.
“Stand on the X,” the same voice from before said from the ominous shadows.
With my feet full of lead, I did as I was told. At least the X was easy to see. Once I’d reached the spot, I sensed there were at least three men in the audience, but with the horrific lighting, there was no way of seeing anything but their silhouettes.
“Name. Just your first name. No one has any intention of becoming acquainted with anything but your body.” The demand came from another man, his irritation evident by the terseness in his tone.
The social media post on TikTok had promised big money modeling, the only clue I’d found in my sister’s things. I’d followed the trail, applying online after asking a friend to take several provocative pictures of me.
I’d applied on a whim after being stonewalled by the Miami police department. That had been after the Jacksonville police had all but closed the missing person’s case on my sister. And why? Because my sister wasn’t a good girl, unworthy of wasting valuable resources on. The words spouted off by the detective burned in my mind. I’d even overheard one bastard in uniform laughing about her.
As if two misdemeanors when she was fifteen years old meant she was a horrible person not worth finding.
I’d told the bastards about the link and my suspicions, but as I’d expected, they hadn’t cared. So here I was. And I was determined to bring down the monsters by myself if necessary. I threw my head over my shoulder, ignoring the blinding light as I shifted my gaze from where I believed one man sat sprawled out to another.
“Reese.” All fire and brimstone.
“Alright, Reese. Turn in a full circle.” The first man who’d snapped at me had returned giving directions.
I did as he asked.
“Slower.”
My nerves were shot. I hadn’t slept in two days, hiding in a seedy motel room while mentally preparing. I’d been given no directions as to what I could expect. I’d chosen a simple red dress, a loaner from a friend of mine.
After finishing the task, I had no idea what they were doing. I couldn’t see any movement and they weren’t talking. They were just watching. Seconds ticked by.
At least two minutes.
My heart was racing, butterflies churning in my knotted stomach. What in the hell were they waiting for?
“Undress.” The commanding man and his voice left a furrowing thought in my mind that he was the one in charge. Not the first guy who’d called for me. Not that it mattered. In my mind, they were all equally evil.
My expression had obviously changed from the shock bearing down on me, becoming harder. Nastier.
Somehow, I sensed when one of the bastards was prepared to blow me off. “Wait. I’ll do it.” You bet there was disdain in my voice. That was my personality, even though I was usually forced to hide my true feelings given my profession.
I’d practiced pushing my mind to a whimsical location, protecting myself to endure rounds of humiliation. Now I was no longer certain I could fake it as long as necessary. But I had to try. As I untied the sash on my wraparound dress, I reminded myself for the tenth time why I was humiliating myself. When the dress was pooled around my heels, I stood defiantly.
“Turn.”
This time I didn’t hesitate, even managing to put a little sway in my hips. I’d splurged and purchased a sexy lace bra and matching thong in bright crimson, using it as a prop and a costume. To boost my ability to pretend.
Even if I’d never paraded around in such skimpy attire before in my life. Suddenly, I wasn’t the junior high school teacher any longer. I was a model.
Another full minute went by.
“All of it,” the command came and I think the third guy in the room had finally opened his mouth.
My stomach lurched. The bastards wanted me to remove my panties and bra. Just breathe and do it. Think about Briana. This was just a sick game to repulsive men who believed women were nothing but objects. At least the anger forming inside allowed me a moment of courage. I did what they asked, fighting the girl inside, the one who believed in princes and heroes, with white picket fences and happily-ever-afters to keep from running out the door.
Just like Briana had believed in.
Now I fought tears and hatred, shame and disgust, no longer able to feel my toes.
Even before they asked, I turned. Once my back was to them, I allowed a single tear to fall. Not one more. They wouldn’t beat me. They would not break my spirit or my resolve. Fuck them. The moment I turned to face them I managed a fake smile.
“Step forward.”
Now the man sounded bored. I just didn’t care.
I did as they asked, hating my reaction, the goosebumps appearing on my skin.
“Nice stock,” the one with the gruff voice said.
“Typical,” the commanding one barked out.
“Let’s see what we have.” I don’t know what I’d expected, but when the third of the group slipped his hand between my legs, roughly grabbing my pussy, I reacted without thinking.
The hard crack across his face echoed in the room.
Stumbling backwards, I recoiled as soon as I realized what I’d done, expecting one of the assholes to retaliate.
Their silence was even worse than any loud voice or act of violence. I’d blown it. My one chance to save my sister and I’d blown it.
“Why are you here?” From this angle, I could tell the man in charge was now leaning forward. With his fingers steepled, I could tell he was losing interest.
In response, I licked my lips before answering, the strawberry lip gloss a reminder of everything I wasn’t. “Because I want to be a model. Why do you think?”
The other two men chuckled. “This is very special modeling.”
Did the gruff-voiced asshole actually growl? Was he kidding me?
“I don’t care what it is,” I countered. “All experience is good experience. No matter what I need to do.”
I’d been prepared to play ‘the girl with no other choice’ game if necessary, but my instinct told me that’s not what they were looking for. They wanted a fighter for whatever show they offered their clientele.
Another few seconds followed by a prompting from the gruff man to the one in charge. “What do you want to do with her, Lucifer?”
Lucifer. What a perfect name for a psychotic predator.
Maybe I’d be punished for my actions, but I shifted closer to where the man sat preening in his chair, cocking my head as I peered down at him. If he was impressed or annoyed, I wouldn’t know it.
The monster was stone cold silent.
“You’ll be given an address for tomorrow night. Be there at precisely eight. If you are one minute late, you will never hear from us again. Is that understood?”
Exhaling, I kept my hard stare for a few seconds too long. “Why, yes, sir.”
“Then we’ll see if you have what it takes to please the Privileged.”
The Privileged.
Predators in suits.
Monsters living in luxurious homes and driving fancy cars.
Men who truly believed they were owed everything in life.
Oh, I hated what I was doing. Exhaling, I checked my phone.
Seven fifty-five.
I’d been in the parking lot for thirty minutes, at least twenty of them with my small but fierce inner voice telling me I was a fool for doing this. Yet every time I was prepared to start the rental car and flee, I thought about the last conversation I’d had with Briana.
We’d argued.
I’d lost my patience. For the first time, I’d finally told her what I thought of her ridiculous, reckless behavior. Especially after she’d decided to throw aside college and pursue modeling. Out of the blue.
The words were burned into my mind, the very reason for sleepless nights and anger like I’d never felt before. All directed toward me and my horrible thoughts.
“Why don’t you grow up, Briana. It’s time you stop acting like a child, freeloading off everyone in your family.”
I’d never been so harsh. The words and the hatred I’d spewed with them would never be forgotten.
Or forgiven.
That’s why I had to see this through, no matter what I was forced to endure. I was her guardian angel and it was about time I started acting like it.
