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both simply as “the investments,” leading to the conclusion that the men who’d recaptured them in Africa were simply middlemen, and King was the bigger player in this picture. Those were the days he’d held them in the warehouse, when somber East Asian women were brought in to wash and style their hair, paint their nails, shave their legs…and other body parts. Outfits were brought in to size on them, if the scraps of fabric could be called that. The treatment had left nothing to their imaginations about the fate for which they were being prepared.
    One night, the “spa treatment” had gone differently. The women brought in for them snapped on surgical gloves as King selected body jewelry from a bed of jewels. When they pinned Rayna down, forced her legs open, and pierced her with brute force and an ugly needle, she’d screamed—and Sage had snapped. She’d managed to scatter the jewels, take down two henchmen with head butts to their balls, and get the “therapist” away from Rayna before a hard whack to the back of her head had turned the world dark.
    She had no idea how long she’d been out, but she’d woken up here in the cave, expecting to see diamonds taunting from between her own thighs. Instead King himself was positioned there, pinning her legs with his knees as he wrenched at his fly. She’d taken a couple of steady breaths. On the third, she’d reared up enough to squeeze his sorry balls with all the strength in her arms. The action earned her a mixed bag of results. Good news? King got nowhere near her again. Not-so-good news? Her hands didn’t feel like crushing anything after they spent three days shackled to the walls. It was amazing how the pounds came pouring off a girl during a multi-day forced fast. Gee, the spa that thought of everything.
    After that, she and Rayna were no longer the “investments.” They were the bitches.
    King’s grin slanted higher as he approached the cell. “Have you rested well, bitches?” He cocked his head, looking from her to Rayna and back. “Hmm. Seems so. But do the flowers ever look soiled from the beautiful land of Seattle? I think not. This is a good thing. Tonight is going to be big for you. And me!”
    A scythe of terror slashed her gut. “Big” could only mean one thing. They would no longer be under King’s thumb. That didn’t mean the next thumb would be any better. Sage focused on the asshole’s leering yellow teeth, along with a fantasy of whacking them all from his mouth, to control herself from glancing at Rayna. The effort failed. It was impossible not to catch Ray in her peripheral, due to the trembles that now commanded every inch of her friend. They both knew the order King was going to issue next.
    “The redhead goes first.” Two of the guards moved at once, After releasing the steel gate, they secured Rayna with beefy hands around her shoulders. One of them pulled her wrists together then bound them with the thwick of a zip tie. When Rayna let out a pained whimper, Sage surged to her knees, a welcome rush of fury replacing her fear.
    “Hurt her and you’ll answer to me, shitheads.”
    King rolled his eyes and lifted his hand in a dismissive arc. The other two goons swept into the cell, then shoved her against the wall. One of them stuffed a rag into her mouth. He fastened it in place with a couple of zip ties around her head. He followed by securing her wrists in the same condition as Rayna’s. The other guard hauled her to her feet by pulling on her ass.
    As all this happened, Rayna got pulled out of the cell. King stepped over to greet her by raising a hand to her quivering chin, and using the other to pet her long copper hair.
    “Eyes of a wildcat and hair of fire,” he murmured. “And yet, you have always been the sweeter of my two special candies.” He used his grip on her chin to lift her face, leaning close as if to kiss her despite the grimace Rayna didn’t hide. “I wonder if your slit is fiery as your hair, my