Marcus snapped his fingers, and the girls on the couch stood. "Take her to Mama, and have her cleaned up. Tell her that I want this diamond to be perfect, and she's for the guest. No one touches her." He emphasized his last words to his brother, who didn't look too happy about that.
The girls came for me and dragged me out.
Rasping, I looked behind me and at my sides. There were armed men everywhere. I can't run. My purse was gone, too, alongside my phone. I must have dropped it after Milo hit me.
I don't know how long we walked, but we were suddenly in a place that looked like a dressing room, with mirrors everywhere, and a bit crowded.
"Get moving! You're up next, don't waste my time." A woman barked at the girls in far too revealing outfits.
"Mama! From Marcus," one of the girls who dragged me here said.
A middle-aged woman turned to us, hair completely white and kept short.
This Mama took a drag on her cigarette. "And what do we have here?"
"A gift for that guest."
