ASHER
Days have a way of slipping by, and before we know it, the weekend is upon us again. Maddisonâs recovery hasnât been as swift as my father had hoped, leaving me to handle the meeting without her by my side.
Addison, on the other hand, has been a fountain of information over the past few days. Sheâs been generous with the details, recounting everything sheâs seen, done, and heard from the other girls. If I had to pick a word to describe her, it would be obliging.
Ebony, however, remains a mystery. Sheâs chosen to stay quiet, especially when my father questions Maddison and Addison. But that doesnât mean we havenât been getting to know each other.
Iâm aware that Iâm playing with fire, but thereâs something about Ebony that draws me in. Weâve had a picnic in the backyard, a horse ride yesterday evening, and breakfast in my sisterâs bed this morning.
Speaking of my sistersâ¦
Thankfully, Tal has been away on a holiday with friends, keeping her distracted from my mess. But Til and El are far from pleased, and they havenât held back their opinions.
Iâve been on the receiving end of a lot of criticism from the main women in my life about my involvement with this case, the girls, and the club. But I canât ignore the knowing smiles that Ella and Tilly share when they see me spending time with Maddison.
All right, Iâll admit it, at least to myself. I like her.
Maddison is independent, strong, and responsible. The way she protects the other girls in their situation fills me with pride. Ebony, on the other hand, is quiet, subdued, and innocentâso very innocent. Itâs a different kind of intrigue.
But hereâs the thing.
Iâm not one for dating, and I suspect my mind is just after the thrill of the chase. Iâve had a few girls come and go, and occasionally, I find myself going back for more. That seems to be the case with Maddison.
Iâve been with her; I know what it feels like to make her moan and squirm. Iâve seen a side of her thatâs deep and desirable.
Ebony, however, is a different story.
Sheâs young and off-limits, but thereâs something appealing about her in a nonsexual way. Sheâs easy to be around, and I enjoy her company. I wouldnât dream of touching her the way I touched Maddison, but getting to know someone, uncovering the person hiding within, is a thrill in its own right.
My parents, however, arenât thrilled.
Theyâve been watching me closely, especially Callum, Tyler, and Mama. Itâs as if they donât trust me to put the girlsâ needs before my own.
Maybe the old me would have taken advantage of them, had my fun until I got bored, and then left them in the dust. But I like to think Iâve grown since then; the girls have taught me about responsibility and respect.
Thatâs not to say I havenât made mistakesâI have. But everyone makes mistakes, and life would be dull without the occasional misstep. I think my mother instilled that belief in us.
So here I am, sitting in my car, wired up and heading to Sanctum.
Itâs a dangerous game Iâm playing, especially since Maddison isnât with us and Iâm wearing a wire. But itâs necessary, and my father and his men are ready to step in if things go south.
Ebony is clutching Addison, her hand shaking as she forces herself to look out the window. Addison, also wired up, has a smug look on her face.
Sheâs pleased with herself.
I think itâs because she finally sees justice on the horizonâjustice that she, and every other girl whoâs been through Sanctum, deserves.
The three of us sit in silence, the words failing us as we drive toward the one place weâd rather not be. But even in the silence, thereâs a sense of calm.
Walking into the lionâs den shouldnât be this easy, but Iâm not as scared as I should be. And Iâm not sure if Addison is scared at all.
Ebony, as Iâve mentioned, is a unique case. But sheâs here, sheâs playing her part, and I admire her for it.
Regrettably, time flies by too fast, and before I know it, Iâm parking on the main street outside Sanctum.
I gaze at the ominous building, pondering over Fennickâs reaction to Maddisonâs absence.
Iâve had Maddison for over a week now, and Iâm uncertain how long my payment for her will hold.
Unlike the other two, I donât have a contract with her.
Iâm in uncharted territory with Maddison, having impulsively paid for her services under duress.
But that doesnât mean I feel any less responsible for her than I do for Ebony and Addison.
âAre you girls ready?â I ask, glancing back at them.
âLetâs get this over with,â Addison concurs, shifting over the back seat to exit the car.
âPlease donât leave me hereâ¦â Ebony pleads softly.
âI wonât, I promise. Youâll go home, be with your family soon,â I assure her.
âI hope so. I miss them,â she confesses.
âI know you do; I would too. My fathers are working to get you home as soon as they can.â
Thatâs when my fatherâs voice comes through the earpiece, his voice a comforting presence.
âSheâll be home soon. Once we have solid evidence, the police will act, and weâll bring all their parents here to pick them up. Remember what I told you. Donât act differently, either of you!â Callum instructs.
âIâll keep my mouth shut, donât worry, Mr. Henderson,â Addison murmurs.
I guess my fathers had a talk with her, asking her to maintain the same quiet demeanor the club had instilled in her.
Ebony looks between us, puzzled, having refused to wear a wire or betray Sanctum in any way.
Her indoctrination is still fresh and deep-seated.
We exit the car, her hand instinctively reaching for mine.
Itâs a gesture sheâs made frequently over the past few daysâphysical contact evidently serving as a stabilizing factor for her, and Iâm more than willing to provide it.
Her touch also soothes me.
We navigate between cars, quickly crossing to the other side of the street.
Then we enter the building, with me guiding the three of us through the gates of hell.
The lighting is dim, the atmosphere even darker than the last timeâsetting the tone.
Ebony grips me tighter; Addison moves closer.
Both of them use me as a shield against the cruel place they were forced to call home just a few weeks ago.