Blurb
He stole me.
He broke me.
I'm being auctioned for Fifty thousand
dollars.
Now, I don't belong to anyone but strangely
enough I wanted to belong to him.
It's his eyes ... I lost myself in them
Excerpt
Garrett~
She is so out of place. Her hands are
shaking and she looks like she’s about to faint. Huge grey eyes keep moving flittingly from the
stage to her water. The other two seem to be enjoying the night, but Kristine definitely isn’t.
I reach over and take hold of her hand. I
give it a light squeeze. “You survived. The shows are over,” I whisper.
“Barely,” she mumbles back. Her eyes flit
between my hand and my eyes. I’m making her nervous.
She’ll be perfect. I can see Warren keeps
looking at her. She’s gotten his attention as well, not as much as Riza, whose face he’s
bussing sucking. They sound like an Elephant, slurping water. The man can’t kiss to save
his own pathetic excuse of a life. He lets her lips go with a wet popping sound. I can see the
redhead is struggling to not reach up and wipe her mouth off.
For a brief moment Warren’s eyes meet mine,
then Justin’s. “It’s time,” Warren stands up.
Disappointment flashes over Kelly’s
features, where she’s been talking to my brother. I can’t help feel sorry for
these girls. Such stupid girls.
Warren’s still smiling as he takes out a
gun with a silencer attached. I hear Kristine’s gasp and then the wooshing sound it makes
through the air, as he smacks Riza against the side of her head. Her body falls
to the ground from the force he used. Shock vibrates through me. I’ll never get used to seeing a woman being beaten.
Justin grabs hold of Kelly and covers her
mouth before she can scream. I hold Kristine’s hand tighter. She stares at Riza
for another shocked moment, then she launches her body forward to get to her unconscious friend. Blood
trickles from a gash where the gun connected with Riza’s temple. “R … Riza!” Kristine manages a gasp filled
with terror. “Why did you do that?” Warren turns the gun on Kristine, a look of
irritation on his face. “No!” I jump up and yank Kristine up next to me. “Don’t
be stupid. You don’t have to kill anyone. Think of the money. Your father will
be pissed. He wants four girls.”
Warren moves his hand so that the gun is
pointing directly at my chest. I clear my face of all emotion. I shove Kristine at Warren.
“Kill her then. It doesn’t matter to me. We’ll just have to keep looking, because I sure as hell won’t
be telling your father why we failed him.” Kristine is whimpering at Warren’s feet, a
total mess of snot and tears. Warren scowls down at her. “She’ll be a turn on for
someone who likes the sniveling kind. Silence her before I change my mind.”
I reach for Kristine but she tries to
scramble away, in the direction of the injured girl. Before I can take hold of
her, Warren’s pointed shoe connects with her ribs. Her mouth opens in a silent scream and more tears fill her
eyes. I grab hold of her, one arm around her waist and the other over her mouth.
Warren glances at the waiter standing by
the door to the balcony. “Bring this one,” he points to Riza. The waiter rushes to the
girl and he throws her limp body over his shoulder. The way he’s carrying her makes the dress ride
up, exposing her ass.
I lift Kristine off the ground and follow
the waiter. Her hands come up, gripping hold of my arm. Sharp nails dig into my skin. She
tries to thrash but she should know it’s useless. She’s no match for me.
Authors Note: Dark Boundaries is a work of
fiction intended for adult readers, containing graphic sexual scenarios and
strong language.
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About
the author
Michelle Horst is thirty seven years old
and is from the land of milk and honey.
She's been in love with reading from an
early age. She has a passion for other cultures, but she has an ultimate soft
spot for nature and animals.
She first tried her hand at writing in
early 2009 and as the first words started to form into a book, she knew she was
hooked. Dreams spilled onto pages, and that was the beginning of a wonderful
journey.
One filled with joy.
One filled with passion and heart stopping
moments.
But most of all, it's filled with such
pride and peace as a story comes to life, and characters fill your life, living
in the very walls of your mind, living in the minds of your readers. There is
nothing as satisfying as that.
Thank you for each and every story you
share with me.
Sunshine Smiles from around the world and
back,
Michelle ;)
Twitter: https://twitter.com/MichelleAHorst
Website: http://michellehorstauthor.wordpress
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