I'm Nothing (The Family Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

she
couldn’t find a way out.
    Her stomach was cramping, she hadn’t eaten since
breakfast, and she was losing weight. Yeah, that shit totally surprised her. All
of her life she’d been having trouble with her weight. She’d gone on many
diets, none of them working. Now, life threw her nothing but stress, and she was
losing the pounds.
    Nothing like no money to stop you from eating.
    The hours passed, and no matter how many times she
looked over the sheets with all the numbers, she couldn’t make any sense of it.
    Later that night, her mother stood beside her as they
looked at the five large men who’d come into her father’s old office. She was
filthy from the day of making pizza, and she couldn’t stop shaking. Why did her
father ever get mixed up with these men? She didn’t understand it, nor did she
ever want to know.
    “So, all these numbers, you can’t pay me?” Lucien West
asked, sitting back in her father’s chair.
    He made the chair look so small, and it creaked
beneath his weight. He wasn’t a fat man. No, his muscles were from hours spent
torturing people.
    “I’m not trying to hide anything from you. That’s why
I’m showing you all the figures.” Her mother was no good, bent head, and like
she’d given up on life. Moments like these, she hated her mother. “We just need
an extension.”
    “I have given your father plenty of extensions.”
    “He’s not here. He’s dead.” She didn’t even feel hurt
by saying that. She was so fucking angry at him right now. Why couldn’t he have
just closed the damn pizza shop?
    “What does that mean?”
    “I don’t know. I’m new. Give me a chance, please.”
    Lucien glanced up and down at her, sitting back, and
rubbing a finger against his lip. She didn’t like the way he was looking at
her.
    “Take Mrs. Summers out for a little bit. Zara and I
need to have a little chat.”
    “No, it’s fine. They can stay.” She didn’t want to be
left alone in this room.
    “Take a seat, Zara.” One of the men pressed her down
into the chair across from Lucien. She listened as her mother was marched out
of the office.
    “I can get you the money.”
    “Zara, in circumstances like these, I tend to break a
person slowly. I give them enough to want to work, but make sure they know not
to cross me.”
    “Is this where you break something of mine?” she
asked. This had to be the scariest moment of her entire life.
    “You see, with you, it’s different. This is not your
debt. I have to say I’m surprised you’ve lasted this long in paying me.”
    “I haven’t even made a dent. Your interest rates are
ridiculous.”
    “It’s a shame your father didn’t have your kind of
brains.”
    “We both agree on that then.”
    “Yes, we do. Tell me, what would you be doing if you
weren’t in this situation?” he asked.
    “Erm, I’d probably be studying, or partying. One of
the two.”
    “Right.”
    She didn’t like the way he was looking at her.
Avoiding staring into his eyes, she stared down at the notebooks on her desk.
    “Are you a virgin?” he asked.
    That she couldn’t look away from. “What?”
    “There are ways of wiping this debt clean.”
    Zara wasn’t an idiot, and she wasn’t going to pretend,
not even in this moment. She shook her head. “No.”
    “No, what?”
    “I’m not a whore.”
    “I wouldn’t be able to sell you. Men like to fuck, but
they also like something pretty to look at.”
    She didn’t even feel insulted.
    “Why do you ask?”
    “Because I happen to like you, Zara.”
    “Yeah, right.” She cringed as she didn’t even try to
hide the sarcasm.
    “I’ll let that slide. I’ve never had a virgin before.
I’d like to make a trade.”
    “Trade?”
    “Give me your cherry, and I’ll wipe the slate clean.”
    “You want to have sex with me?” she asked, totally
shocked. She was plain, not worth selling, but he wanted her virginity? Ew. This guy had to be in his late
thirties. Sure, he was a handsome hunk, but