A second later Jayne and I are at the back door and we knock. Someone cracks it open and just stares at us. They're waiting for the password.
"Angel." I say and wait. I'm praying that asshole didn’t give us the wrong password and we aren’t walking into a trap.
When the man sighs and opens the door, I feel a wave of relief wash over me.
The second we walk into the once-closed mall I realize this must have been up for a long while. There are signs and decorations pointing us the right way to go.
I'm trying to move slowly, but Jayne seems eager to get to the main room of the party. She is nearly tugging me along beside her.
It's actually impressive how these Burning Souls bastards have set up the place. There seems to be one main area where everyone is gathered, but that main area has several sections that lead to what once were stores. In those stores, it looks like separate parties are going on.
"I'm only going to tell you this one time. Do not move from my side." I whisper into Jayne's ear, and she nods her head.
Before long, Jayne and I are blending in with the rest of the party. Very few people pay us any mind. Those that do look in our direction definitely aren't looking at me. They are looking at Jayne.
I'm not sure if it's because they remember her or because they want to fuck her. Either way, I don't like it.
"Kiss me." Jayne leans up to whisper, and I'm caught off guard.
"What? Why?"
"I think they think I'm here to party with everyone. We have to show them I'm not."
Fucking hell. This is exactly what I don't want.
I lean down and press a kiss to her mouth. The second our lips touch it's like lightning rolling through my body.
I feel someone coming up on my left. "She's here for all of us, or is this a private party?"
I snatch my mouth away from Jayne to address the asshole who is stopping me from kissing my woman. "She's mine." I growl, and he puts his hands up to back away.
For the next hour or so, Jayne and I walk around touching and kissing each other, really acting like we're a couple. It's easier than I would've thought it would be. None of the pain I felt over the past years comes back. All that I feel is need and happiness with her in my arms.
Of course, along with playing this role, we are on the lookout for any women who don't seem like they want to be here.
So far, I've seen at least four public fucking sessions. There’s a crowd of people around them, but Jayne and I don't stay to watch.
Right as I'm starting to get frustrated that we're not getting the information we need, a bright red light starts to flash in one of the back stores.
The crowd of men starts making their way in that direction. I hear one of them mutter, "Finally, it's time for the show."
I don't know what that means, but I'm hoping it has to do with the women we are here to find.
Jayne's hand is trembling in mine as we walk in the direction of the blinking light. Out of the corner of my eye I see Creek and Lash walking in the same direction. Neither of them acknowledge me. They are doing exactly what I want them to do. I don't see Tella, but I can hear his booming laughter. He must be talking with one of the guests. I hope he's having a better time getting the information we need.
Jayne and I make our way into the store the red light is coming from, and I see what looks like a makeshift runway in the center.
A man dressed in a suit with several gold teeth in his mouth stands at the very edge of it.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to show you exactly what you came here to see. I see a few new faces in the crowd. I like it." The man's eyes stop on Jayne and me for a second before they jump to others.
He gives a cringe-worthy speech about how they had to search the farthest corners of the earth for some of the best stock and how he's sure none of us will be disappointed.
He lets the guests know that there are a few who are up for immediate sale, but the others will be placed in homes for training and are looking for sponsors.
"Sponsors, that must be why those girls were in the apartment next to mine," Jayne whispers up at me, getting close and making a show of rubbing a hand through my hair. She’s playing this role well. I wonder if it's as confusing to her as it is to me. I nod and lean down to kiss the side of her cheek.
We don't have much time to talk. A moment later, the lights dim and the spotlight grows on the runway, followed by the music going up.
