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could do. The next thing I knew, he jammed the needle into my arm and shot me up with a quarter bag of heroin.
    "I started throwing up almost immediately, so he untied and dragged me off the bed, and threw me in the bathroom. I puked my guts up for a while, then must've passed out. When I woke up, I was lying on the bathroom floor."
    Georgia hadn't realized it, but sometime during her explanation, she'd started to cry again. She'd never said any of that out loud before, and hearing the story told in her own voice made the reality of everything that had been done to her that much more real. She didn't wipe at her tears this time, because there was more to the story. She had a feeling the guys knew that, which is probably why they were still quietly staring at her.
    I might as well finish.
    It's all going to come out sooner or later.
    "As you probably guessed, I became addicted to the drug right away. Dolan gave me a fix whenever I needed one, as long as I cooperated when he wanted me to do something; which was usually entertaining someone, if you know what I mean."
    She paused and glanced at Blackie, Judd, and Rebel, who all looked as though they needed no further explanation.
    "To make back the money my mom couldn't pay him, Dolan ... sold me to the highest bidder a few times a week, sometimes more, depending on what kind of mood he was in. So I always did what he wanted, and my reward was a shot in the arm, which, believe it or not, was what kept me sane all those years. When I was high, I didn't have to feel anything; didn't have to think about my mom or my old life, or the fact that I was a fifteen-year-old junkie who would never be anything more than a dirty whore."
    When Georgia fell silent, Judd got up from the table and started pacing. Blackie and Rebel remained quietly in their seats, which she knew couldn't be good.
    Might as well finish.
    "I used to pray that I'd either die in my sleep, or that Dolan would make a mistake and give me too much of the drug, causing an overdose. But he never did. He was very careful about the dose he gave me because he knew I was a goldmine. There was no way he was going to take a chance on losing his meal ticket. He even made every man he sold me to wear a condom; said he didn't want to have to worry about getting rid of a baby."
    Now they know everything.
    I wonder which one of them is going to tell me to leave.
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    Chapter 4
    Judd's cigarette had been extinguished under the heel of his work boot and he'd rejoined everyone at the table.
    But nobody was saying anything, and the silence in the garage was once again deafening.
    It was obvious to Georgia that her brothers didn't want anything to do with her. Why would they? All three of them were apparently happily married with children. They owned a business, appeared to work very hard, and probably did very well for themselves. She was an outsider, and most likely, an unwelcome one.
    To save them the trouble, she'd see herself out.
    But first, she needed another fix.
    Rising from her chair, Georgia got no further than the edge of the table before Blackie's arm shot out and locked around her wrist. She stilled instantly, afraid of what he might do.
    "Where the hell do you think you're goin'?"
    "I—"
    "Need a fix?” he finished her sentence.
    What was she supposed to do, lie? She couldn't—wouldn't—do that to him. Georgia lowered her head in shame. “Yeah."
    "As of right this minute, Georgia, you're done with that shit.” Blackie looked up at her, holding her gaze until she finally blinked. “Understand?"
    No. “What are you talking about?"
    "I'm sayin’ that you're finished stickin’ needles in your arm and puttin’ that fuckin’ junk in your body."
    He wants me to quit? Just like that? “I can't,” she admitted, “I mean, I want to, but I don't know how."
    "No worries,” he said, “me and the boys will help you."
    "What? No! No way!” She yanked her arm from his grasp and took a few steps