4 Chapter 4 (1/2)

I unfolded the note. ”Who was that. How did they know I would be back there?” I carefully unfolded it. It read, 'I knew they were going to try something. I knew you could have handled it on your own, but you don't need to get hurt right now. I will be in the back.' It was signed GS. ”Who is GS?”

I flipped it over. Nothing. ”GS? G. S. Garret Segal. He just had to be dramatic. Really.” I walked over to the locker, and in it was two bags. One smaller than the other. ”Jaycie, you can do this. Just put on the outfit. Add the jewelry and know you can get to drunk to remember this later.” I thought.

”Five minutes ladies. Hurry up.” Someone yelled. It was the manager. I slipped into the outfit. It was basically a bikini with a mesh connecting the top and bottom. The whole thing was black. The bottoms had a short skirt. ”I think he tried to get a modest outfit.” I smiled at myself. I opened the smaller bag. Inside was a necklace. It was black diamonds set in a silver metal. There were several layers. He also provided a bunch of bracelets and a set of earrings.

There was a note at the bottom of the small bag. ”The bracelets have tablets at the clasps. One in his drink should do. Two would be better thought. Just to make sure.” There was no signature of course. He couldn't leave a trail of evidence. I checked the bracelets and marked the ones that had the tablets on them. ”Looks like I won't need my own poison after all.” ”Ladies, line up.” The manager yelled. I made it to third in line. The girl in the very front was looking at the manager, waiting for her cue to go.

When she got her cue, she walked down the catwalk. When she got to the end, she did a spin. People instantly started bidding. ”She is so lucky to be so popular.” The girl behind me said. The girl in front of me was quiet and shaking. ”She is definitely new.” I thought. When the manager flagged her to go, she started walking. Her pace was fast enough to show she was nervous. No one said anything. She did a spin and a hair flip. No one said anything. She did the walk of shame back.

It was my turn to walk now. Everything slowed down. I started walking. My eyes connected with the first few men, at the beginning of the catwalk. Numbers immediately started flying. I looked towards the back of the room, and Garret is frowning. He does not like this. Finally, my eyes connect with Wilker's. He is standing at every end. And he is bidding on me as well.

”What is he playing at. Why is he bidding on me?” Farren's father sees me. It takes a moment for him to place me, then he recognizes me. His dollars enter the bidding. The numbers are going higher and higher. When I get to the end, I do a spin, then stop, with one hand on my hip. I put my eyes on the door, longing to get out of here. Then the worst thing happens. Zachery walks in. Our eyes connect immediately.

His eyes travel down my body, then back up. ”Can this night get any worse?” I thought. He walks up to the catwalks and starts bidding. I can feel fear building in me. ”I don't even want tho think about what might happen if he gets his hands on me.” I look at Wilker and slide my eyes back to Zachery. He looks over at him and walks over. He keeps up his bidding why he yells a Zachery.

Finally, the bid ends. Wilker won, but Mr. Varro is still staring at me with a smile. Farren still hasn't noticed me. He is watching a fight. Wilker collects me and walks into the mess of tables. ”Why did you out bid Mr. Varro?” I asked almost screaming at him. ”Trust me, it is all part of my plan. Had he bought you, there is no saying he would have given you to Farren. But now that I bought you, he will take you from me. Then give you to his son. He sat down and I was standing in front of him.

”Why is Zachery here?” I asked. ”I don't know. I didn't tell anyone. He probably is bored.” Before I can answer, someone wraps their arm around my waist. I am pulled into someone's chest. ”Wilker, I didn't know we hired this young woman. Did you get a little to mad at her for messing up?” I want to push away but force myself not to.

”I can't have an assassin that can't win. But I wanted her for one more night. So, if you don't mind, get your hands off her.” Mr. Varro laughed. ”You see, I can take any woman from anyone. And My son will love her.” ”No.” I all but yell. Mr. Varro laughs, ”Oh, you don't want to be with my son tonight.” I keep my mouth shut. His grip around my waist tightens to hurting. ”Answer me.” He says. ”No. I don't want to be near any of you. But I need a job.”

He laughs. ”Well Wilker. I have to go. Thanks for buying her for me.” He leads me towards the pit. When he gets to Farren, he taps on his shoulder and puts me in front of him. When Farren turns around, his eyes land on me. ”Who is this?” He asks. ”Oh son, this is the woman who thought she could beat you in your first fight.” Farren gets a smile on his face. ”How lucky I am.” He grabs my hand and starts walking with me away from the pit. His father leaves quickly.

”Did you really think you could beat me?” He asked. I kept my head hung low. ”No.” I answered. This was what he wanted to hear. ”You were stupid to try and beat me you know.” Anger flares inside me, but I lock it down tight. ”I know.” He pulls me toward the bar. ”Don't worry. You are better suited for this job. Let's get you a drink.”

He orders both of us a drink. Mine is meant for people in my job, to get them drunk after only a couple. ”Here you go.” He hands it to me, and I take a sip. ”So, would you like to see some real fighting?” He asks. He is already headed to one of the tables that surround the pit. I follow reluctantly. As I pass through the crowd, the men turn and stare at me.

When we sit down, he puts his drink down, and grabs mine out of my hand. Then he pulls me down onto his lap. I am sitting with my back to his chest. He has one of his arms on the armrest of the chair, and one playing with the hem line of my skirt. His full attention is on the pit. I can't get my attention of the hand on my thigh. He seems to almost be moving his hand almost unconsciously. And it doesn't go any higher.

When the fight is over, I grab my drink and take another sip. But right as I am about to pull the glass from my lips, he puts a hand on the bottom of it, and tips it back up, making me drink almost all of it at once. When he lets me bring it down, I am coughing hard. ”Hey, What the h-” I remember the mission. ”Yes?” He asks. ”Nothing. Sorry.”

The next fight starts, and he asks, ”Who do you think will win?” I study the two men. One is tall and very fit, the other is shorter, but is also looks strong. ”I...umm...think the shorter one will win.” He smiles. ”Good.” ”Why?” I ask. He smiles and stands up, throwing me off balance. Why I am shaking, he shoves me into the pit. I go falling in and hit the ground with a hard thud. Farren calls the taller one out and leaves me with the shorter one.

My eyes fly up to Farren and he smirks. ”Let's see if you can win at all.” I jump up, but my ankle hurts. It is twisted. The small dude looks at me with a predatory gaze. Wilker is standing at the edge of the pit and has a plain face, but I can see a hint of fear in his eyes. Garret is on the other side, and his face is slightly pale. The short dude runs at me, and I put all my weight on my bad ankle and do a snap kick into his face with my good foot. He goes flying and I kneel down and heal my ankle. With both my hands wrapped around my ankle, I can't defend myself.

When the man comes back toward me, I jump up, both of my ankles are perfect. I am feeling really lucky that Wilker made me train in heels. I get my killing calm smile on, and the fight truly starts. I throw punched left and right. The man can't get a single hit in. When I am tired of fighting him, I throw a right hook into his jaw, and he falls unconscious, but not before he throws a punch into my gut.

It has been a while since you have been punched in the gut without your armor on, so you stumble back into the wall. A hand appears next to your head. Farren helps you out. ”Good job girl. I thought he would turn you into bloody mess. I guess you are an okay fighter. All the sudden you feel lightheaded. The alcohol is getting to you. He raises your glass to your lips and makes you drink the rest.

”I am going to get you another one. Sit down. I will be right back.” I sit and he leaves. I quickly pull two tablets from my bracelets. After a quick look around, I drop them into his drink. They dissolve quickly. When he gets back, he lifts me, sits down and sets my back in his lap. He hands me my drink and grabs his. ”A drink to you actually winning.” He takes several huge gulps. I drink about half of it.

The alcohol gets to my head immediately and everything goes blurry. I have been trained to be more resistant to alcohol. After a few minutes, the affect fades away. A few more fights go by and Farren finishes his drink. Mine stays on the table, but I pretend to be drink. After a while, Farren says, ”Let's go get some air. How does that sound?” I give him a drunken nod. He stands up, and sways. His hand claps onto my arm.

”Are you okay?” I ask. He nods, but sways again. He lets go of the table. And takes two steps, but then he falls into the pit. I start to go over with him, but several people lunge to catch me. Several hands try to catch me. I look back, and Garret's hand is one of them, but someone knocks him out of the way. I go over and Farren's body flips to were I am under him. I land on my back, and the air runs out of my body. Then he lands on top of me and I let out a small scream. My whole body hurts. The two people fighting stop. Several sets of feet hit the floor of the pit. People are pulling Farren off of me. Half of them check on him. But people crowd around me.

The first face I see is Wilker's. I can feel tears behind my eyes. He knows something must be really hurt because of my tear lined eyes. ”Jaycie, are you okay.” I can't nod. I can't move at all. I am trying to get air into me. After several failed attempts, I get a deep breath. I see Garret staring down at me from the top of the pit. I try to sit up, but a piercing pain runs through my lower back.