Chapter 3
Enzo
I go out into the hall with Frankie so I can get more information without Elise overhearing. Chances are, this is what she’s here for, and she isn’t getting anything from me.
“What’s going on?”
“I just overheard one of the Bratva bastards talking about a shipment and then a couple of their mid-level guys headed to the back. Didn’t bring any girls with them.”
“Can you handle it? I want to finish what I started here.”
He gives me a look that says I’m crazy for choosing a hot piece of ass over busting the Russians, but I don’t owe him an explanation. I don’t report to him.
“Just go check it out. It’s not like we can take out the entire Bratva tonight anyway. We just need information.”
“Fine. Enjoy your whore. I’ll fill you in later.”
He heads off to another private room, this one closer to the back of the club. We fixed it up with viewing access to the room next door and marketed it for voyeurs, but in reality we needed it so we could figure out who was responsible for the human trafficking happening in our territory.
Someone is using our club, and that is not a business we would ever be involved in, no matter how lucrative it might be. Looks like a war with the Bratva is looming on the horizon, but we’re ready for it. They won’t see us coming.
I open the door and walk back into my room. Elise is fuming on the bed, nearly shaking with rage because I left her tied up.
“You asshole. Uncuff me!”
“Didn’t you hear me? We aren’t finished. Shut your mouth and spread your legs.”
She tries to hide the lust in her eyes with anger, but I can see right through her. I take my clothes off as I walk across the room and then join her on the bed again. This time, we’re not stopping until we’re both completely spent. I haven’t pushed her nearly far enough yet. She’s going to regret walking into this room by the time I’m done with her.
Elise
Enzo doesn’t waste any time. He climbs onto the bed, pushes my legs apart, and stares at his cum leaking out of me as he strokes himself to bring his erection back. He uses two fingers to push his cum back into me and then swaps out his fingers for his cock.
Just like the first time, he doesn’t take it easy on me. He pounds into me, ramming me repeatedly and probably bruising my cervix. But holy fuck is it worth whatever pain I’ll be in tomorrow. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
His grip on my thighs is tight enough to bruise, and he’s still on his knees between my legs, which are thrown over his shoulders. I’m being stretched to my limits, and all I can do is take it.
“Oh god, please, more. Harder. Please!”
I can’t believe I’m begging. I’m not even pretending to be in character. I really do want him to fuck me to within an inch of my life, give me a minute to recover, and then do it again.
He lowers my legs and leans over me but doesn’t lose his rhythm. Then his hand is around my neck, choking me while he fucks me. It’s just a little too hard, and I’m afraid I might pass out if he doesn’t let up a little bit.
The look in his eyes is what gives him away. He knows. He figured out who I am. Did Frankie just tell him? Has he known all night? The whole time I’ve worked here? Oh god. I’m going to die tonight.
“Please,” I gasp. “Please, stop.”
His glare turns ferocious. This is the monster that people fear in dark alleys. I’m done for.
“Why are you here? Who sent you? What do you want?”
He continues to thrust into me, and his grip on my throat doesn’t loosen.
“Can’t. Breathe.”
A little relief; just enough to speak.
“Trafficking. We know about the trafficking.”
His eyes narrow. I can see the wheels turning in his mind.
“Why have you been after me for the past few weeks?”
Fuck, it’s hard to think when his cock is filling me so thoroughly.
“Needed information. You’re at the top.”
“Oh yeah? How’s that going for you?” he sneers.
“Fuck you.” Too late, I realize that’s exactly how it’s going for me, and it’s not an insult at all. It’s simply a description of our current reality.
His smirk is evil before he tightens his grip on my throat again, and my vision starts to fade around the edges. If I weren’t so afraid I was going to die, I’d be enjoying the brutality of his hand and his cock working together like this.
“Blink once for yes and twice for no. If you answer my questions before you pass out, maybe I’ll let you live. Got it?”
I blink once.
“Do you know who is responsible for the trafficking?”
Blink. Blink.
“Did you come here thinking you’d be able to get information from me by seducing me?”
Blink.
“Have you enjoyed yourself so far?”
Pause. Blink.
“Do you want to live?”
Blink.
“Are you willing to sacrifice everything you believe in to stay alive?”
A longer pause. A cautious blink.
“Do you want to come?”
Blink.
He lets go of my neck and moves his hand to my clit, rubbing circles around it in time with his thrusts until I’m screaming and coming apart all over his cock. He groans and follows me over the edge, once again filling me with his seed.
“Good girl. Now I’m going to offer you a deal. You accept, or you die. Doesn’t really matter to me. I also want to know who is using my club for trafficking, and you’re going to help me figure it out. Frankie overheard a conversation tonight that makes us think it’s the Russian Bratva. He’s checking it out.”
“So the deal is that we’re working together now?”
“No. The deal is that you work for me. You keep your job, but I’m your real boss. Everything you learn, you bring to me first. But no one else in my organization will know who you are. To them, you’ll be my own personal whore. When you’re around me, you will do everything I say. Dress how I tell you to dress. Act how I tell you to act. Be who I tell you to be.”
“So I fuck you, I feed you information, and what do I get?”
“If you’re lucky? Orgasms.”
“And if I’m not?”
“Death.”