~Harlow’s Point of View~
My legs wobble as I close my coat tighter around me. I stand utterly horrified, gaping at a room full of well dressed, and clearly wealthy men. They’re enjoying drinks, cigars and typical male banter. Though they’re not looking at sports or fighting, they’re looking at naked girls young enough to be their daughters. Or granddaughters.
A girl no more than 16 trembles on a stage, in nothing but a skimpy thong. I knew Caden was keeping girls, but seeing this… seeing them literally being sold… I just can’t fathom it. It’s absolutely sickening.
“Right there! Seven million to the gentleman down front,” the announcer shouts. Everyone applauds as the girl looks around in absolute horror. Everything in me says to run to her, grab her and then… do what exactly? Before I c
