Chapter 24 Fucking Monaco
The first thing I did after getting dropped off at the Monte Carlo was text Ben.
Me: How are the breakers?
Ben: Working on it, boss.
Like a tiger pumped up on cocaine, I paced my hotel room, waiting for him to detect all the security cameras along my hallway and in the lobby.
The “party” was tomorrow. I was jetlagged as fuck too, so although it was two o’clock in the morning, I was wide awake.
No matter what, I wanted to make it seem as if Mael had not wanted to pick me up or had picked me up late.
Ben: Get some rest, I have everything handled here.
I read the text when I got out of the shower, then turned the TV to CNN and fell asleep ’til the next afternoon.
The problem was, I didn’t trust Mael for a second.
Even if he hadn’t been his father’s first victim, he would have turned out to be an evil, petty, reckless idiot.
And he hated me because his father “loved me more than him.” It was insane, as if any of us had ever had a choice, as if I’d ever wanted his disgusting father.
I spent the day at the gym and the pool, then in my room, wanting to go back to my prison in upstate New York. The uncertainty and paranoia had me restless. Two hours before pickup time, I texted him.
Me: Who’s gonna pick me up?
Mael: Dude chill. Gabin is on that side of the city. He’ll get you. He will probably be there at midnight. I gotta take my girl to prom first then we party.
I left it alone for a while. Then eight o'clock came along.
Me: What’s your friend’s number? Gabin's?
It took forever for him to answer, and that was perfect. The more he showed he didn’t care, the better.
Mael: Gabin is on his way.
I turned the TV on, ordered dinner, and turned on my other phone, from which I texted Ben.
Me: How are the breakers?
Ben: Fixed.
We were talking in code. Ben had control of all the cameras and had recorded me everywhere I’d gone since the minute I’d arrived, just in case I needed footage of myself being in the hotel during the hours I was with Mael.
I was sitting in the lobby when some lanky guy, with a face covered in a minefield of pimples, walked up to me. “You must be Tristan.” He smiled.
I got up. “Yes.”
“Je suis Gabin. Allonsy. Mael atend.”
“I thought we were meeting at midnight.”
He snickered like the rat he resembled. “Yeah. He canceled prom. I think his girl upset him. And I don’t know if you know Mael, but you don’t piss off Mael.” He looked back at me as I followed him to the front of the hotel where he’d parked his car.
“Oui. I know him.” And by that, I meant I knew how much Mael hated women or girls just like his father.
Gabin drove like a bat out of hell through the city and around the curve of the mountains before we rolled into the parking lot of some park. “What is this place?”
“It’s where we party.”
Then a girl in a blue gown ran past us at full speed into the forest. I only got to see the back of her—long, black hair, white skin, and slim. Fuck. I grabbed my phone. “What’s your phone number?”
“Why?”
“Just checking something.”
Once he gave me the number, I texted him.
Me: Hey Gabin, when are you picking me up?
“What’s that?” he asked.
“This is a cheap phone, just making sure it works. Never mind the message.” Once everyone started walking toward Mael, I took out the other phone and texted Ben.
Me: Just make sure all the wires are updated and new now.
Code for: replace the footage of the security starting now. I didn’t want to be associated with this night at all. If anything happened to Master’s scum garbage, I was never here.
The rest of the guys ran into the bushes, searching for her while I leaned on the hood of Gabin’s car with arms crossed, sometimes looking at my watch, wanting this night to be over.
“I found her!” one of them yelled, then I slowly walked into the forest, finding them about a kilometer in.
I leaned against a thick tall trunk, hardly paying attention as they raped her.
Of course, he was raping a girl. Mael’s dream was to be his father.
The rest of his goons surrounded them while he raped her, lighting and recording it with their phones.
At first, her silence haunted me. It drove me crazy that she was just lying there because of the amount of electricity they’d struck her with.
Flashbacks of something I didn’t quite recognize or remember took over my whole world.
I wasn’t in the forest anymore, I was in a bedroom. Some man at the foot of bed.
Then her first scream echoed through the trees.
As fast as I’d been transported to that moment, I returned.
A breath burst out of me. I needed to vomit.
To suppress it, I took several deep breaths.
I was still shaking, and my body was covered in goosebumps.
The guys were laughing at her hysteria. The slap to her face echoed and grabbed my attention.
After a while, I couldn’t hear her over their talking and laughter.
How hurt was she? Was she bleeding? Had he knocked out her teeth?
Sylban unbuckled his belt as Mael walked over to me. His shirt was open, showing his sweaty, naked chest. He was still out of breath from fucking her. I wanted to punch that cocky smile from his face. “Are you going to come enjoy my whore, shy boy?”
“This is why you begged for me to come here? To fuck her? You know, I actually have shit to—”
“Oh, come on.” He opened and raised his arms in the air.
“I’m tired of us fighting. Truth is, you’ve done so much for me and my brother by taking it up the ass all these years from Dad so that we won’t have to.
” He grinned and placed his palms together as if he were praying, then burst out laughing at me.
I tried so hard not to glare at him, to keep a neutral expression, but I wasn’t sure it was working.
There was no limit to how much I detested this asshole.
“I’m trying to be a nice guy. You had a whole day off, my father is off doing God only knows what in Paris, probably a five-year-old boy, and now you get to fuck some pussy.
Or are you telling me you’d prefer him? Have you been that brainwashed?
I mean, I see you acting like some obedient wife all the time, but I thought that was all just an act,” he said as he walked backward to them, not releasing my gaze.
I knew this meant I was expected to fuck her up with him, or I would never hear the end of it from him or his father.
By the time the other idiot finished with her, her mascara had marked thick trails on her face, her hair was in disarray, and her eyes were swollen and red, still shedding tears.
After years of training slaves, I’d become so numb to all of it, but that night, I felt emotionally exhausted. I thought it was the PTSD episode I’d just had. I had not had one in so many years, so although brief, it’d hit me hard.
Somehow, I knew the image of her suffering would never leave my memory again.
I knew he wouldn’t end this whole charade until I did something to her, so I decided to do the least harmful thing I could. Only, I didn’t expect what happened.
When I was on my knees next to her body, I got a good look at her face.
The moon lit it, and I had never seen a prettier girl.
The tears, the way her eyebrows curved from pain.
I didn’t even understand what was happening to me.
My world stopped. Suddenly, nothing else mattered.
All my plans and practical, complete thoughts disappeared.
Her big almond-shaped black eyes were extremely expressive. I could tell everything she was thinking. She’d hoped I would be the one nice guy who wouldn’t hurt her. Oh no, Little One, I’m the worst of them because I know exactly how you feel and I’m still going to do this to you.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentler than him,” I whispered, then rubbed the tip of my dick on her lips, desperate for her to take me in her mouth.
“Pleeeeasssse,” she whispered while shaking her head. It was as if we were in our own bubble. I studied her terrified, gorgeous face.
If only she knew this was just one night, just for a few minutes, but there was no way for me to communicate that to her.
Instead, I acted like the asshole I’d been trained to be and said, “Come on. I’m trying to be nice to you.
” She looked at my cock and had the same surprised expression every girl who saw it for the first time always had.
She was scared of the size of it. “Just a quick blowjob. It won’t hurt. I promise.”
So, I caressed her silky cheek and cupped her face.
Her eyes fluttered closed at the feel of my fingers raking her hair, pushing it back.
I was trying to calm her. Mael was sucking her pussy, and I could tell her body was enjoying it.
I wasn’t sure she knew how much and how loudly she was moaning.
I could hear how wet she was. It made me want her even more.
My cock was pulsing for her. Somewhere inside this girl was a little whore I wanted to dominate oh-so badly.
The thought of it made pre-cum leak from my tip.
My entire body heated in a way it never had.
It reacted to her like never before. It hurt to not relieve the ache.
As I slid the tip against her lips, wetting them, she opened her mouth for it, lost in the pleasure.
“Fuck…” I whispered. I gasped at how hot her mouth was and closed my eyes, angling my head back, feeling her inner cheeks against my dick, her tongue circling around it.
How could she be this good at sucking dick?
“Oh, my fucking, god…” I cussed in a low voice, then a moan escaped me.
I tried to block everything else because I hated that Mael had ever touched her, ever even looked at her. I’d heard him calling her Magdalena. What a name. I wanted to kiss her oh-so badly. I needed her to be mine, all mine.