Chapter Text An hour later, the Girl sat in a cell at the police station and looked angrily at the rich man who brought her here and the police captain Dominic Stone, who was drawing up a report on her.
-Name? - Asked a short, fair-haired officer, glaring at her.
Elena Lincoln, the brunette growled. -18 years.
-Where do you live, thief? - Stone urged.
-Do you care? - The girl answered briskly, tucking her bare feet under her. -You'll still be sent to prison to rot.
-There was no point in robbing decent people. You have no idea how long we chased this beggar woman, Mr. Prothero. She and her accomplice Christian Gray added to our work, Stone grinned. -By the way, where is he?
You won t find him, Lincoln raised her head proudly. -He's a smart guy, he'll get out of it.
Very stupid, Prothero chuckled. Give him up and maybe they ll let you go.
Lincoln chuckled. She did not want to and could not give up her brother. If she was facing prison, then at least everything would be fine with Christian when he was free.
- I m not a rat, I ll hand over my own people. There will be no requests or fear either. Die, she growled.
The girl sincerely hated rich people who looked at her like trash. Meeting Prothero's gaze, she looked at him boldly.
Your parents should be ashamed of you, the man said.
Elena flushed and lowered her head. Mom... Even though she was a prostitute and drug addict, she sincerely loved them and protected them from her clients and pimps. Yes, at first Ella Gray was a disgusting mother and allowed her then pimp to beat the children, but then she came to her senses and kicked him out, found another pimp and began to take care of the children.
-But I don t have them. Neither mom nor dad. I m alone, Elena answered.
Prothero looked down. He seems to have touched something in Miss Lincoln.
Dominic, leave us, the rich man asked and Stone left.
Elena, Prothero began. -Do you like your life?
The girl looked at him as if he were mentally ill. She threw back her head and laughed.
You know that no, She smiled bitterly. -I tried to change her. Brother too. But... we have no education, we grew up in an orphanage. Who needs these?
-Brother Christian? - The rich man asked. Elena nodded.
You know what... Let s do this... I ll pay bail for you, we ll go to me and I ll try to give you a chance in this life. The man looked at Elena with interest.
It had been a long time since anyone had spoken to him like this: on an equal footing. Moreover, this girl had beauty, intelligence and courage. And in this she was sharply different from the women with whom he usually communicated and slept.
-Will you need to spread your legs? I ll do it only for love, Lincoln grinned. -Although... you are a hot thing.
Prothero chuckled and left. A conversation was heard from the corridor and 10 minutes later, Dominic approached her cell and, opening it, released the girl.
Smiling triumphantly, Elena walked out of the police station and got into his car with Lewis.
-How much did I cost you? - Elena asked.
-100 pounds sterling. Don t worry, you ll work off this money, the man grinned. -Your brother will also be taken to my house.
Elena nodded and turned to the window. She was not used to being taken care of and worried about. This man was kind to her, but at the same time something alarmed her about him