Craved (Book 2)

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Update: 11/14/20

WARNING: this chapter contains ( **** ) mild sexual content. ( **** )

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Zamaria

"Ladies line up!" Zamaria yelled as she paced back and forth in the living room. She had to round up the girls and go over the ground rules for the duration of her stay in the house. Specific instructions from Diggy.

She watched as the women all made their way downstairs, taking their precious time. It wasn't a secret that she was hated by nearly every person here. Once all the girls were front and center, she began to go over the rules and expectations they were to uphold.

"If any of these rules are to be broken, there will be serious consequences." She said sternly, honestly, she could care less about any of it. As it soon wouldn't be her problem. "And gentlemen, I expect you to be on your best behavior as well." She addressed the few men that sat around waiting to have their pick of the litter.

"Yes ma'am." Boa teased, grabbing one of the girls and leading her upstairs. It was going to be a long night, and an even tougher job to leave with Boa around. The upside, she still had her own room.

Once the house was back in full swing, Zamaria rushed back to her room and locked the door. She dug around under the mattress and smiled triumphantly as her hand enclosed around the hard surface of her new phone. She had bought it on her way over to the second house when she was sure none of Diggy's men were watching her.

She tapped around on the screen bringing up her empty contact list before punching in her father and sisters number. After she saved them both she sent them a quick text saying she was doing well and had a new number.

Jess responded with a provocative photo of herself with the request to save it as her contact photo as well as what song should be her ring tone.

Zamaria couldn't help but let out a small laugh as she felt a weight being lifted knowing her sister wasn't mad that she hadn't kept in contact this past month.

Her father responded with a simple okay and ended with an 'I love you'.

She then went back to her contact list preparing to put in another number, but second guessed whether the last digit was a 5 or an 8. It was a number she made sure to memorize for this reason alone. With her anxiety building it was hard to think straight.

Clearing out the contact, she decided to try and call instead. Going with her gut she entered the 8 and waited while the phone rang. Each sound sending her heart into her stomach.

"Thank you for calling Johnny's Photo Gallery how may we help you?" A gruff voice answered.

Dread began to sink in as the thought of dialing the wrong number became clear. She was about to hang up when something clicked in her head.

"Brandon?" her voice was soft as confusion laced her voice. It was the way his words rolled off the tongue that had her guessing it was him.

"I'm sorry who are you looking for?" The man asked again, this time she knew it was him. His façade slipping just a bit.

"B, it's Red," confidence filled her voice as she was sure it was him. But why was he answering Greyson's phone? Unless his number was identical to Greyson's and only the last number separated them. "I don't have much time is Reaper around?"

The line went silent. Pulling the phone from her face, she had checked to make sure the call didn't get disconnected. The numbers continued to count the seconds as she put it back to her ear. Maybe she did have the wrong number and she ultimately set herself up for failure.