“Probably sixteen or seventeen? You’re my slave, Lisa, not Dwayne’s whore. He looked up at Brian, blood trickling out of one nostril. Why isn’t she crying about that?”
“You told us that it was okay to do things and feel stuff in front of the right man, and then you said YOU would be that man for us. “I’ve never been a lady, not once in my whole life.” She looked at Brian hopefully. “She only looks twelve, don’t she? Andrews didn’t like us because we would let them split us up.”
“I won’t split you up.” Dwayne said. Are you going to have her to teach me how to be a lady?”
“Not today, but tomorrow, sure.” Brian said. She scowled at Dwayne. He was laying on the floor, and all he could move was his eyes. Why should I let you keep the profits off their souls? “You’re not allowed to talk, so tell me how much money you have here.”
Dwayne got out of bed and went over to his closet, opening it up and sliding a hidden
