Chapter 17
The next morning at the Leroix mansion.
Joanne’s phone rang at the crack of dawn-Quincy Rock, spinning his bullshit version of last night’s events.
He painted himself as the innocent victim while making Rachel sound like some unhinged psychopath. Joanne was frantically trying to smooth things over, practically kissing his ass.
Then Quincy dropped the bomb-he’d already filed assault charges against Rachel.
Joanne went white as a sheet. Before she could even try to stop him, the doorbell started ringing urgently.
The cops had arrived.
“Mr. Rock, please, there must be some kind of misunderstanding…”
She was still trying to explain into the phone when she realized he’d already hung up.
At the police station, they took Rachel’s statement and released her a few hours later.
The second they got home, Joanne and Arthur laid into her about being reckless and out of control.
Then they delivered the real punch-Quincy was feeling “generous” and would drop the charges if Rachel would just make nice with him and spend the night. Everything would be forgotten.
“Like hell!”
Rachel didn’t even hesitate. They were literally trying to pimp her out!
“Mr. Rock is being more than fair!” Joanne snapped. “Do you want to go back to prison?”
Arthur stood there with his arms crossed, ice-cold. “You made this mess. You deal with the consequences.”
That evening, Rachel was released on bail, but it was just the beginning of another “transaction.”
Joanne personally escorted her to the restaurant, where it was just Rachel, Quincy, and whatever sick game they had planned.
“Oh, Rachel,” Joanne smiled like the perfect loving mother, though her eyes were calculating. “You’ve always been too stubborn. Women need to learn when to compromise. Mr. Rock is successful and patient-you should be grateful.”
Quincy put on his fake charm. “Thank you for arranging this, Mrs. Leroix.”
Rachel knew she was outnumbered and outgunned. Fighting would be pointless. So she played along, accepting their arrangement with fake compliance.
But as they led her into the restaurant, a dangerous plan started forming in her mind.
This setup looked like a trap, but maybe it was actually an opportunity. If she played this right, she could finally escape the Leroix family for good.
After dinner, Joanne gave her one last meaningful look. “You know, feelings develop over time. You two should spend some quality time together tonight.”
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Quincy wrapped his arm around Rachel’s waist, his fingers immediately starting to grope and squeeze her through her dress as he led her away. “Don’t worry, Mrs. Leroix. We’re gonna get real close.”
They drove out of the city toward the suburbs.
Quincy kept one hand on the wheel while the other kept “accidentally” brushing against her thigh. His stare was getting more predatory by the minute.
“Keep playing the ice queen, baby. Once I get you alone, you’re gonna be begging for it. Three years in prison… bet you’re dying to get fucked properly.”
Just as his disgusting words hung in the air, a familiar car pulled up in the next lane-it was Jaxon!
