Yara’s throat suddenly became dry, and she felt dizzy. What did Ricardo just say? Did she hear him right? Was he auctioning an intimate night with her to strangers? That was ridiculous! How lawless could the man be?
“I won’t do it…” she murmured to Ricardo angrily. “How dare you try to sell me? Am I a commodity?”
The fatso threw a look of disgust at her. “Fucking cunt! You will do exactly as I say! You will be my sex slave until I have recovered my losses! Or else…!”
Ricardo pointed towards the side stage, where his guard held a sharp dagger to Julia’s neck. “If you as much as shake your head in disagreement, my guy will open another mouth on your friend’s neck! Is that clear?”
Yara’s eyes welled with tears seeing Julia’s plight. The poor girl fell into the villain’s trap only because she worked at Mathews Munchies restaurant. Yara felt partly responsible for the predicament. She steeled herself, faced Ricardo, and nodded reluctantly.