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Authors: A.L. Wood
Letting Go (Rock Romance #6) (11 page)
Volume Two
Broken
July 3
rd
2013
Today is the day I set my plan in motion. No one else around here plans on seeing reason, that what is happening is vicious and nauseating. On top of being immoral and just wrong. Everyone is on my father’s payroll and simply goes along with whatever he says. I plan on changing that though.
My father wants a daughter to take over his empire,
all right
. I’ll do what he wants, but what he won’t know is that I plan on changing what it is that he’s is doing here. I’m going to free every woman he has locked in that warehouse and any others that come along.
What I have to do though, is get on his good side. Convince him and Cruz that I am in on this one hundred percent. It’s going to kill me, and I am praying to any and all Gods above that I can make it through this unscathed. I’ve been awake most of the night thinking on how I might be able to do this. All I know is that I will have to do whatever he asks of me to be able to fully convince him of my sincerity. He’ll see through lies, he will see through me if I second guess any of his actions.
A loud bang goes off outside of my room, causing me to jump up out of bed.
What in the fuck was that?
My door swings open and I come face to face with my father’s right hand man, Cruz. Normally, under very different circumstances I would be attracted to him. Hell, I was attracted to him when he was just a customer in Irene’s Deli. Now I can’t think of him without thinking about him kidnapping me, about him tying me up or him helping my father sell women.
Repulsion ripples through me, causing me to gag. I quickly place my hand over my mouth, an attempt to stop what I ate previously that night form coming up. I have to find a way to be stronger. To overcome this. If I were to retch every time my father mentions what he does, or if for some reason I have to reenter that warehouse for anything other than rescuing those women and I end up vomiting then my father will know that I’m only being traitorous and thwarting his end goal.
“Are you going to be sick?” Cruz asks while placing his hand on my lower back.
I pull myself out of his grip. “I’m just fine. Do you have a reason to be here?”
“No need to be so rude. I saw your face pale, you looked like you were going to be sick. Not that it matters now as you seem to be fine. He wants to see you.”
“About what?” I ask, questioning my father’s motive. As it would be something other than becoming his legacy.
“He has a few things he wants to show you. You know that you have to do this, it would only end up being easier on you. Just do what he wants, I mean come on, how hard is it to sit back and learn his ways. In the end you’ll be making more money than you could have ever dreamed.” Cruz replies.
“I don’t care about the money, I would rather be poor my entire life barely making ends meet than to inherit this.” I say while throwing my hands in the air showcasing what
‘this’
actually is.
“Would you rather have money or be sold into slavery? Because truthfully you know that’s what your choices are. There’s nothing else you can do. It’s not so bad once you’ve been doing it for a while.”
“You sound like you have experience with this shit being thrust on you, care to explain?”
“No, I don’t.” He pauses. “Put your hands behind your back.”
“What? Why?”
“Because we wouldn’t want you to make a mistake again, if it does the punishment will be much harsher.” He says gruffly.
I stand up and place my hands behind my back, reminding myself that I have to get through this. Do whatever my father says and it will be one step closer to freedom. Cruz bounds my hands tightly then grasps my wrists to pull me alongside him. We exit my room and walk down the three flights of stairs back into the room we enter when I first arrived days ago.
The same wooden table, with my father seated at the helm. Cruz sits me in the very same seat, everything is the same except this time Cruz pulls a chair up beside me. I look at him with a bewildered expression on my face
. Why would my father want him to join this discussion?
Last time he was in the room, but on the threshold.
I’m interrupted with a cough. I look over to my father, his eyebrows raised.
“Aura, have you come to a decision?”
“Can’t I have a few more days?” I ask, pleading with my eyes.
“No, you have to make your choice now. I’ve given you more than enough time, I’m beyond done with these childish games Aura. If you don’t want to be a part of this, I have a few clients who would be interested in purchasing you. You can make me a nice profit, or you can agree to be a part of my empire. Choose now.” He says harshly, his patience on the threshold of breaking.
I look over to Cruz, he looks away as if to say this is my decision and
mine alone.
“I’ll do it. Even so, don’t think this is my first choice. You know the only reason I’m doing this is because I don’t want to be a slave to one of your clients.”
Volume Three
Savior
The End.
June 26
th
2014
Aura cannot find out that I’m alive, if she does it won’t bode well for her. She wouldn’t be safe like she is now, her mother wouldn’t be safe. Many people would be out to get her, not just our government but lots of horrendous people, clients, of her fathers. Previous clients. They would kill her without hesitation and I am the only living link to her, if she’s with me, they get her. It’s better for me to keep them off track, for the previous clients to follow me across the world and back, believing I know where she is in hiding.
Although she isn’t in hiding but in plain sight, just irrevocably changed. Changed because of my actions, Guillermo’s actions, his selfish wants. She isn’t the Aura that I kidnapped a year ago, the same innocent soul I met then. She’s grown harsh to the world and with good reason. No matter how much I tried to keep her safe, to keep her naïve and protect her, in the end I couldn’t accomplish the impossible. I broke her down, tarnished her heart and ripped her soul apart. I’m undeserving to be forgiven, not by her, her mother of even God. When judgment day comes down upon me, it’s something I would gladly repent for throughout eternity. Ultimately, that’s exactly what I deserve.
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A.L. Wood resides in Glens Falls, NY with her husband and daughter. When she’s not writing she’s reading and spending time with her family and friends.
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