Colters' Gift (Colters' Legacy #5)(9)

“Tell me why you were afraid for us, Lauren,” he said gently. “Who is this man you think you need to protect us from?”

She pulled away and glanced warily at him, and then in Noah’s direction. Noah was scowling, and Liam didn’t know if it was because Lauren was in his arms or if he was still pissed over the idea that she was trying to protect them from Joel Knight.

She looked as though she was still waging the battle with herself over whether to divulge the information they needed.

“If you want to protect us, then tell us what we’re dealing with,” Noah cut in.

She sank back into the chair, slumping in defeat. She looked miserable, and Liam hated that look. Lauren had a beautiful smile. Full of warmth and vibrancy that just made others stop and stare when she laughed. Liam wanted her to smile again, and he’d do anything it took to make that happen.

“Joel is a pimp,” she said with a visible shudder. “He’d never call himself that. He’d likely kill anyone for insulting him that way. But it’s what he is. No matter how he sugarcoats it, he’s a glorified pimp.”

Liam frowned, dread skating up his spine. His stomach went immediately sour and the meal he’d had hours before churned.

“Did he force you to . . .” He couldn’t even choke the words out but Lauren immediately understood what he was trying to ask.

Lauren looked up, horrified. “No! I didn’t work for him. God no. But others did. He called them his girls.”

Liam immediately looked over at Noah. “Suki,” he muttered.

Suki had said she was one of his girls, but at the time they hadn’t known what it meant.

Noah settled back on the love seat and gazed over at Lauren. “Why don’t you start from the beginning, honey. Tell us everything you know. How you got involved with him. How you know about what he does.”

For a moment, Liam thought she’d refuse. Her cheeks tightened and her eyes went dull with shame. He reached for her hand, determined that she not feel that way with him and Noah.

“We aren’t judging you, Lauren. We just need the facts. Tell us what you know, okay?”

Whether she intended to or not, she curled her fingers tightly around his, gripping as she glanced back at Noah.

“I won’t bore you with the details of my relationship with Joel. Let’s just say that I was forced out of denial when I saw him rough up one of his ‘girls’ one night. I had no idea he was involved in anything like prostitution. I assumed he was the businessman he professed to be. Legitimate business.”

Noah frowned. “You said you saw him rough up a girl. How rough are we talking? Did he kill her?”

Lauren paled and shook her head. “No. But he beat her. I mean he was so cold about it. He accused her of pocketing money and holding back on him. He reminded her that she worked for him and that she was nothing without him. He kept going on and on about all he’d done for her and all the girls, and he was pissed that this was the way she repaid him.”

She closed her eyes for a long moment and swallowed visibly. Her hand shook in Liam’s, and this time he was the one to squeeze her fingers, offering her reassurance.

“Her nose was bleeding. Her lip was split. And Joel was pissed because he’d lost his temper. Her face was a valuable asset. She wouldn’t be on her back doing her job if a man had to put a paper bag over her head. His words, not mine,” she added hastily.

Noah nodded. “Go on. You’re doing fine.”

“When he calmed down and realized what he’d done, he had Ron, the person I thought was his business partner, break three of her fingers. On her left hand, so she could still give a man a hand job. Oh God,” she sobbed. “He broke fingers on her left hand so it wouldn’t interfere with her pleasuring a man.”

Liam raised her hand and folded his other one over the back so it was completely encased between his palms. He rubbed gently, silently urging her on.

“I was so sickened by what I saw, but what hit me the hardest was that I realized that I was that woman. That I’d just been watching a cold-blooded man ruthlessly hurt another woman, and that I’d allowed that and more behind closed doors. No, I didn’t ‘work’ for him, but I was as solidly under his control as those women were. If I was so outraged on her behalf, then why the hell wasn’t I upset over what I’d allowed him to do to me? I was heartsick. Scared. Angry. So many things. It was like flipping a light switch.”

“What happened next?” Liam asked quietly.

“I confronted him.” She broke off laughing a dry, hoarse laugh that made Liam’s chest tight. “Like an idiot, I confronted him. What I should have done was gotten out of there as fast as I could and never look back. But I was so pissed and so ashamed, that I was compelled to confront him. It was as if I had to let him know that I wasn’t that stupid, cowardly woman he’d been pushing around for so long. It was so dumb of me, but I wasn’t thinking logically. I wasn’t smart.”

“Is that how you got the bruises you had when Max hired us?” Noah asked with a growl.

She lowered her eyes in shame. “No, that didn’t come until later. I was so stupid,” she said with a sob. “He told me that I was nothing but a dumb bitch and that I’d better keep my mouth shut and forget what I saw. I was so afraid of what he might do if I pushed him that I kept silent. And I stayed with him. Even after that. How foolish was that? I lived in constant fear of him, but I didn’t know what to do. So I stayed. At least for a little while. It wasn’t until a short time after that episode that I finally wised up and got out.”