Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67320 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
I realized what Jax was doing before he did it. Everything seemed to be in slow motion as I heard Jax suggest to Viktor that he take his cock out of my mouth for just a moment so I could beg to come, and that it would be up to Viktor whether to grant the request.
Viktor grunted his approval of the idea. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, leaving me gasping for air, my lips swollen and wet.
For a moment, I felt like I might actually ask to come rather than do as Jax told me. The need seemed so overwhelming, so all-consuming that forming any words beyond ‘please’ seemed impossible. Then I got a rush of adrenaline like nothing I’d ever felt, and I yelled, “Now, girls!”
The hall erupted into chaos. The twelve girls from the bus suddenly broke free of their restraints—which must have been designed to look secure while actually being easily escapable. In perfect synchronization, they flipped over and knocked their would-be users to the floor.
Uniformed SWAT officers burst through the double doors of the hall, weapons drawn. “Police! Nobody move!” The command echoed through the panicked room as men scrambled to pull up their pants, to find weapons, to escape.
Oscar’s grip on my thighs loosened in shock. I took advantage of his momentary distraction to twist away, rolling off the bench and onto the floor. Viktor lunged for me, his face contorted with rage, but I darted to the side, out of reach.
“You set us up!” Oscar screamed at Jax, fumbling for something inside his jacket. Before he could retrieve what I was certain was a gun, Rudy appeared behind him, wrapping one massive arm around his throat and dragging him backward.
Down below the stage, police officers were securing the dealers and distributors, forcing them face-down on the floor and cuffing their hands behind their backs. The girls from the bus moved with practiced efficiency, helping to secure the room.
Then I noticed that in the confusion on the little stage, four SWAT officers had come through the stage door, their guns aimed at Jax, Oscar, Victor, and the six bodyguards. Daddy Pete followed them in.
“Sorry, Jax,” he said. “I’m sure you thought Selecta is built on greed, and maybe it is. But crime is just bad for business.”
The SWAT team moved with practiced efficiency, forcing each man to the floor. Rudy and Mateo exchanged a glance before allowing themselves to be subdued. Officers zip-tied their wrists behind their backs, the plastic making a distinctive ratcheting sound that seemed deafening in the sudden quiet.
“You’re under arrest for human trafficking, sexual exploitation, and drug distribution,” a female officer announced, her voice carrying across the stage.
“This is outrageous!” Oscar sputtered as an officer yanked him to his feet. “Do you have any idea who I am?”
Viktor’s face had turned an alarming shade of purple. He jerked his head toward Jax, who remained eerily calm as handcuffs were secured around his wrists. “He set us up! This was his operation from the beginning!”
Jax’s eyes found mine, and the cold fury I saw there made me flinch backwards. “No,” he snarled, straining against the officers who held him. “It was her. That little bitch played us all.” His gaze bored into me with such hatred that I instinctively covered myself with my arms. “You think this is over? When I get out, I’m going to find you, Little Lulu. I’m going to make you pay for how you used me.”
I trembled as the officers led the men away, Jax’s threat hanging in the air. Someone draped a blanket over my shoulders—a female officer with kind eyes who murmured something about getting a good rest when I got back to the facility. I clutched the fabric tightly around me, not understanding and suddenly aware of how exposed I was, of what had just happened to me.
The other girls were being gathered by more officers, each wrapped in similar blankets, their expressions weary, but also determined.
“Louisa Bell?” Daddy Pete approached, his weathered face unreadable as he studied me. “You did very well. Selecta will be pleased with your performance.”
“I… thank you,” I whispered, my voice raspy from Viktor’s rough use.
Daddy Pete nodded toward the door where the other girls were being led out. “You’ll come back with the other girls on the bus to the Bad Girls Facility now. Standard procedure.”
“But… I helped you,” I protested weakly. “Jax said—”
“Jax did what he had to do,” Daddy Pete interrupted, his tone not unkind but firm. “And so did you, but you’re still under the jurisdiction of the Bad Girls Program. You’ll spend the night in a cell at the facility. In the morning, you’ll meet with the Selecta Corrections parole board. They’ll determine your future.”
My legs trembled so badly I could barely stand. A night in a cell? After everything I’d endured? “What… what will happen to me?”