You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 148

My world did a long blink. It felt like my skull sprouted extra eyes just to watch it collapse. My lungs clocked out on me, my heart unhooked itself and sprinted for an exit I didn't have.

My eyes went saucer-wide as I looked up at him, praying I'd misheard the universe.

"No." It slipped out on a breath and a shake of my head. "Blayne, you can't—"

"It's already done, love." His hand slid into my hair, threading gently like he was combing a pet he'd just sold. "The money has been wired. Gold has been delivered. Not to mention for those two years, I'll be cultivating a splendid relationship with them." He laughed, my eyes did the opposite with tears.

The room became too hot. All of a sudden, I was sweating like I'd been placed in an oven.

Two years. I'd be dead in six months.

Before sense could catch me, my hand shot out, gripping the hem of his shirt like a drowning woman clutches driftwood. "Blayne, please. Y—You can't do this. You c—can't send me to them. They'll kill me."

"Nah." He plucked my fingers off his shirt with two neat taps. "They won't. We had an agreement."

"No...I won't survive it. I—I won't survive it. They'll... I can't go there."

My head thudded back against the headboard. Memory of what my life had been with them barged in uninvited.

The Ash Twins were real life monsters. Men who breathed better when someone bled. If there wasn't pain and blood involved, they weren't done.

I barely survived my nights with them. Twice, I'd passed out when I was with them and woke up in this very clinic. My back was filled with wounds from them—wounds that hurt from time to time. I'd be doomed if I were to spend two years with them.

Sobs shook me apart in uneven pieces as Blayne turned toward the door.

"Get ready, Rali. Tomorrow night you meet them. By weekend, they take you home with them."

He paused with one hand on the handle, face tilted back to me. "They have a really nice house. Who knows? You could have your own maid. Unless—" He cracked the door. "—they decide to treat you as one."

"Please," I sobbed, voice breaking on the simplest word I owned.

But the door had already chosen his side, closing with a click that sounded exactly like a verdict.

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Deep breaths. In. Out. In again.

The ceiling must've learned my face by heart.

I stood in the hallway with my hands on my thighs, my feet tapping the small space I stood.

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