"Harper saved this for three years," Hudson said casually. "Take it. Have some fun."
A bitter, silent laugh shook my chest.
Three years. Three years of selling my body, my dignity, my soul to pay for his "treatment." And now, he'd handed my blood money to the person I hated most in this world.
Almost funny.
I turned to flee, but a wall of bodies blocked my path. Them—the men who had spent years using me.
Lucas stood at the front, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "Eliana was right," he sneered. "You really came here to snitch."
"You slut," another hissed. "Did you actually think you could ruin our relationship with Hudson?"
My phone vibrated again.
Eliana: Service Big Brother's buddies nicely. Don't thank me too much.
"Harper," Lucas drawled, stepping closer. "It's been a while since you entertained us. Today is a celebration. Come have some fun."
Adrenaline spiked. I grabbed a heavy porcelain vase and hurled it at them. The crash created a momentary gap, and I bolted toward the crowd.
If I make a scene, someone will see. If it gets big enough, I can escape.
I was inches from safety when Lucas tackled me. My face slammed into the marble floor, the impact jarring my teeth.