Chapter 3: Sold to the Nightclub

Giselle Lambert was pinned by the shoulders, her struggles futile against the firm grips. At this late hour, the neighbors were deep in slumber, and her odds of escaping the clutch of six or seven muscular men were nonexistent. Desperation in her eyes, Giselle stared at the harsh glare of the hallway’s incandescent bulb as Scarface spoke, “Miss Lambert, pay up and we’ll leave right now.” “We agreed on the start of next month. You’re not keeping your word!” Resistance would only provoke these desperados further. Giselle’s only hope was to stall, make enough noise, and pray someone would notice. Impatient, Scarface snapped, “Just hand over the money and save your breath.” “I can’t come up with that amount so soon. Could you give me a week?” “A week? After all the trouble I went through to find you? If I let you go now, who knows where you’ll hide next?” He approached her with a lecherous gaze as he spoke. Giselle was slender and elegant, with almond eyes, teeth like pearls, and