Six

Moore.

“I can walk!” I yelled angrily at the man carrying me on his shoulder as I was roughly shoved into the car parked in the parking lot.

“You behave or the Boss will have you whipped,” the big guy with a tattoo ordered, causing more fear in my already shaken self.

I let out a dry laugh. “You don't think this is the '70s where I get beaten for trying to protest? I'm not frightened by your mere sleazy words.”

The big guy glared, his eyes shooting warnings at me to keep my mouth shut.

He didn't immediately close the car door, leaving it wide open. I knew trying to dart out of the car would be pointless, but I still did it. I couldn't let them think I was some stupid submissive.

“I see you only act on impulse, young woman,” the tattoo guy said, catching me and throwing me back into the car. I yelped in pain as my head hit the other door of the car.

The windows were tinted, so I couldn't see where Lucien went. They had two cars with them anyway.

“Moore,” my sister called, and I raised