73 We Belong To Everyone (1/2)

[Warning: Drugs and loads of controversial topics. Proceed at your own risk.]

”Anthony.” I gave her a questioning look at that. How could she be so sure? ”He's always taken care of me. I'm older than him and more experienced. He's my prince in the white s.h.i.+ning armor. I trust him. He'll never let me down. He's a good boy.” I stared at her. She had officially lost her mind. She had referred to the hardest man in the city to be her prince and what not and called him a 'good boy.' If that wasn't a sign, I don't know what was.

”Cienna, you're scaring me.” To be quite honest, it was. I hadn't thought she'd snap like this. I really needed to make that cabbie talk. He'd be my only chance at figuring out where he'd picked her up and what he'd heard from her.

”Am I, now? You're gonna see so much more than this. You think I'm going nuts, don't you? Anthony will do the same to you,” she said and then grinned, her teeth showing, looking almost malicious in her gleefully inebriated state. ”We? We're the currency. We're useful until we sell. I sold myself all those years back. Did you know that I got pregnant when I was in my teens? I'd just gotten into the business,” she whispered, the smile still plastered on her face. Her eyes were unfocused, but she went back to staring at the ceiling and not at me. ”I know that you know where I come from. I'm a top cla.s.s saleswoman, am I not? I loved my job, you know. I was the best anyone ever had. I wasn't one of those high-cla.s.s escorts who worked at gentlemen clubs. I worked on the streets, only took the filthiest rich to bed and made them fall in love with my body.” She paused then and then laughed out abruptly and shaking her head. ”Ah, what I'd do to be young and beautiful again.” She nodded to herself, and I wondered if she was talking to herself.

”You'll end up the same way I am: high and in denial. I love to be a wh.o.r.e, but Anthony. He's robbed me of my love. He doesn't even touch me anymore, and it's your fault.”

”And how is it my fault that you're not getting any?” I tried to suppress an amused chuckle at her accusation.

”He wants to f.u.c.k you. Are you happy?” Actually, I wasn't.

”No, I'm not. I'm not interested in f.u.c.king him, Cienna. He's all yours. You can have him.” I a.s.sured her. ”Now tell me what happened to you.”

”No.”

”What is going on here?” I could hear the anger in Anthony's voice. ”You're as high as a f.u.c.king kite!”

He took longer, more aggressive steps and then stopped right in front of me and peered at Cienna. He bent forward and touched her face. He spread her eyelids with his fingers and swore.

”What did you do?”

”Molly knocked on my door. I couldn't say no.” She looked guiltily at Anthony who clenched his fists and shot me a look. I took the opportunity to stand up and wait for him to say something.

”Molly?” he whispered harshly before running his hands through his hair.

”Ecstasy, Anthony,” her voice oozed reverie. I shook my head and sent Anthony a worried look of my own.

”The drug that is ruining America,” I thought out loud before shoving my hands into pockets.

”What else did you have?” he practically growled out.

”Molly wanted a dance with Johnnie Walker. Who was I to say no? We had a lovely threesome.”