Chapter 14
BELL
His eyes never leave me as I step into the VIP area and saunter towards the man they call Snake. As I get closer, his eyes drop down my body, taking in the sway of my hips, and the tattoo peeking from under my dress on my thigh.
Some guys don’t like tattoos on women. Lucky for me, the Serpents’ gang leader isn’t one of them.
As I stop a few feet in front of him, popping my hip as I rest my hand on it, his lips part and he speaks to the women sitting on either side of him.
“Leave.”
They both stiffen, their perfectly plucked brows shooting up as they throw him a questioning glare, but he pays them no attention as his bouncers step forward, each holding out a hand to the girls, and helping them to stand.
It’s reluctant on their part, not hiding their pouts before one shoulder checks me on her way past.
Bitch doesn’t realise I just did her a favour.
“I like the way you move,” Snake drawls as he relaxes back on the sofa, stretching one arm out along the back.
And I’d like to see your head rolling across the floor.
“You do?” I ask like a ditz, trying to remain in character.
“Yeah. I do.” He does that thing where he bites his lip like a fucking douche. “Haven’t seen you round before.”
I smile sweetly. “That’s because I’m not from here. I’m visiting family for Christmas.”
He nods at my lie. “Where are you from?”
“Melbourne,” I answer easily, dropping my hand from my hip to start fidgeting with the strap on my bag, making myself look nervous when all I really want to do is tell him why I’m really here, and see his face as he realises death is coming for him.
“Melbourne, hey?” he asks. “What do Melbourne chicks like to do for fun?” He wags his brows in a disgusting way and I just want to stab him right now.
“Oh, you know…” I shrug. “Dance. Party.” I emphasise that by running my hands up the front of my body, and his eyes flare as my fingers graze the sides of my tits.
“Dance for me,” he demands, and just like he’s expecting, I nod and start swaying to the music.
Lifting my hands above my head, I close my eyes as I roll my body seductively, and when I lazily pry them open, I find his eyes focused between my legs where my dress has lifted with the rise of my arms, revealing a hint of my panties.
“Come with me.” He stands abruptly, and I keep dancing as I smile up at his towering height.
“Where are we going?”
“To party in private.” His hungry gaze shifts away from me to his bouncers, not even caring if I say no as he starts leading me out of the VIP area.
Of course I don’t protest. Getting him alone is exactly what I want. I’m a little disappointed it was so easy, if I’m being honest.
In a matter of seconds, he leads me through the club, past the toilets, and out the back door that opens to the rear parking lot.
A car is already there, running, and he opens the back door for me, not gesturing for me to get in, but leading me to get in.
“Where are we going to party?” I ask sweetly, and a smirk kicks up his lips as he slides in beside me.
“My place.”
“Which is where?” I ask, forcing a dash of worry in my tone to keep up with my sweet girl vibe.
“Don’t worry, it’s nice. A girl like you will love it. Probably never want to leave.”
A chill runs up my spine at the implication that I’ll never want to leave, because I realise, he means I’ll never be leaving there.
He’s definitely a predator. And given that he runs a gang, perhaps he’s a trafficker too.
I do a fake giggle to cover up my shiver, and when he leans in like a creeper, trapping me against the seat to kiss me, I gasp in fake surprise, turning my head so his lips don’t actually make contact with mine, the thought of him kissing me repulsive.
I instantly think of Kit, and how we kissed. It was anything but repulsive. I actually liked it, and a flutter of longing washes over me.
Kit.
I miss him. I miss being near him. I miss having his eyes on me. I miss hearing him call me Belladonna for Christ’s sake. And I really miss riling him up.
Snake doesn’t take my turn of head as rejection, his lips trailing down my neck as he palms my breast and gives it a painful squeeze.
I like pain. I usually get so turned on by it, which makes times like this more tolerable, but right now, the pain brings me zero pleasure, and for a moment, I stop breathing.
Normally the pain is how I get through these events, forcing myself to get turned on… but shit. I’m as dry as a desert between my legs.
Am I broken?
Kit.
The moment Snake shifts back, fumbling for his fly while shoving my head towards his lap, I stop questioning these weird feelings I’m having and focus on the task at hand.
Right now, that’s a blowie.
This is what I do. I seduce. Let them think I care or am attracted to them. Give them the attention they crave so they let down their guard. And then, I strike.
I don’t particularly like this part, but I have to use what I have, and that’s a set of tits and a plump set of lips that most men can’t help but imagine fucking.
I endure his foul semi hard foreskinned dick surging between my lips as I start sucking him off, and for the first time ever, I feel like… I’m cheating.
Wait, what?
Cheating? That would imply I have a boyfriend or something. Which I don’t.
Kit’s blue eyes flash through my mind. The intensity in them as he told me he was going to tell Tillie that we are a thing… or something.
I’m so confused. Did I agree to that?
I don’t think I did, but all I wish right now is to be back in that room arguing with him about it. Perhaps letting things get a little heated, and we’d end up without any clothes.
I can’t help but think of Kit’s bendy dick and how it made me gag so damn good last night.
This dick currently in my mouth is gross, and not completely hard and just… well, now I’m fighting a gag, and not because he has a bendy dick that hits my reflexes.
Since I know gagging turns guys on more, I fake a gag, and just like I knew it would, it spurs him on, making him thrust faster. It’s not only fast but also brutal, and I can tell he’s trying to hurt me as his fingers fist into the back of my hair as he holds my head in place.
“Fuck yes. You slut. Gag on my huge cock.”
I do gag, and it’s not fake, and it’s not because he hits the spot, or because his dick is huge… that fucking thing is smaller than a brush handle.
I gag because he really is that repulsive.
I can hardly believe my reaction, and I consider that Kit has finally broken me completely. I’d much rather be thinking about him, but this vile prick fucking my mouth starts to hammer into my throat, and I know what’s coming.
Another gag, this one fake, and he goes rigid as hot jets of cum shoot into my mouth.
I cringe at the acidic taste, gagging for real again, and I refuse to swallow a single drop of this rancid seed, so I let it coat his dick, trying to keep more on him than in my mouth.
It’s then that I notice the car slowing to a stop, and the moment he releases my hair, I jerk up with a gasp, seeing we are parked in a dingy double garage.
Well played, Mr Abraham. You distracted me on purpose. Now I have no fucking clue where I am.
“Where are we?” I pant, my voice hoarse from having my throat brutally fucked moments ago.
“My place. Just like I told you before,” he grumbles this time, the charming persona he spoke with when we were chatting in the VIP area of the Prince Hotel now long gone.
I giggle like a clueless idiot. “Oh, I know that, silly.” I slap his thigh playfully. “I mean, where is your place? What suburb are we in?”
“We are still in Greater Sydney, love,” he says, tucking his now flaccid dick back into his pants. “That’s all you need to fucking know.”
I want to stab the creeper now. It takes everything in me not to. But I know I can’t. Not yet. I need him alone and to find out where Libi is. And only then can I make him pay.
Clutching my purse at my side, I let him roughly drag me from the car like I’m his prisoner, not his guest, and the two bouncer dudes appear by the entrance door, like they magically teleported from the pub.
I’m hoping my poker face is well in place right now, because on the inside, I’m definitely frowning.
How the hell did they beat us here?
They weren’t in the car with us. They must have been ahead of us, but then again, they were standing in the parking lot when we pulled away.
This is not my first rodeo, so it’s entirely possible that while Snake kept me busy with my head in his lap, unable to see the passing streets out the window, the fifteen-minute drive could well have been a series of blockies to kill time and throw me off.
It’s the only way to explain why the bouncers are here before us, which means we are still in Cronulla. Or close to it.
That also means I’m still a long way from Kit.
Snake leads me into a house that was absolutely built in the eighties and hasn’t seen a lick of redecoration since.
The bouncers follow as I’m led with a strong grip around my upper arm, down a long hallway, passing a kitchen where a group of thugs bag up coke, before leading me into a long narrow living room.
My eyes instantly find the lines of white powder on the table, like they were left behind like leftovers from dinner.
Instantly my mouth goes dry, and I drag my gaze from the coke as my heart begins to race.
Just don’t think about the coke, Bell. Think about the kill. How good that rush will be.
“Drink?” Snake asks, moving to a small rickety drinks trolley.
“No thanks. I’m good.” I smile sweetly when he glares over his shoulder at me.
“I thought we came here to party,” he hisses, and I lazily smile while waving him off, moving to the bay of windows to peer out into the night.
Where the hell am I?
“I’ve already had so much to drink,” I lie. “Any more and I’ll be a lazy lay.”
He doesn’t even laugh.
Fucking hell. Tough crowd.
“One more won’t hurt,” he remarks, and the finality in his tone has me stiffening.
Shit. This guy is either paranoid, knows why I’m really here, or is a worse predator than I thought.
Refocusing my eyes, I stop looking out the window and look at the reflection on the glass, watching him pour two glasses of scotch or whiskey, and then proceed to break apart a capsule into one of them.
Shit.
Not only can’t I drink the alcohol, but he just spiked it with something that I absolutely can’t have. I’m sober, for fuck’s sake. I can’t drink that. I can’t!
My heart thrashes wildly in my chest as panic for the second time today grips me.
It’s been years since I’ve felt this out of control. One night in Kitson Hall’s bed and I’m a fucking mess. I should be able to handle this situation. Instead, it’s freaking me the hell out.
Where the hell is the killer in me when I really need her?
It’s the drugs. It’s thrown me off, and I’m not too proud to admit that maybe I’m a little out of my depth here.
I’ve done zero research for this mark. I have no idea what this guy is really like, but I know by the way he watches me as I turn back to face him, that every thought running through his head is sinister.
“You like kids?” he asks out of the blue, and I glance around again looking for any sign that he’s a dad, and kids reside here.
All I find is his two bouncers standing in front of the door, which is the only way out of this room.
The other door leads into a small powder room, the light already on and more lines of coke dusting the bench by the sink.
I shrug as I find nothing hinting to kids, glancing back at him. “They’re okay, I guess. Not really my thing.”
He nods once and holds out a glass that I know is spiked, and I shake my head.
“Oh, you didn’t hear me?” I play dumb. “I don’t want a drink, thanks.”
“And you mustn’t have heard me. I said, one more won’t hurt,” he sneers, stepping closer with the glass still held out to me. “Have a drink with me. Relax.”
His insistence is a huge red flag, and I know if I drink that I’ll be more than relaxed. I’ll be out of it.
Nine hundred and twenty days.
Nine hundred and twenty days.
Nine hundred and twenty days.
“I’m plenty relaxed.” I wave him off with a pathetic giggle. “Are we going to fuck here or your bedroom?”
Come on, Snake. Take the bait. Get that horrid cock out again and start thinking with it.
“We will fuck right here,” he smirks, raising the glass a little higher, “after you drink this.”
I giggle stupidly again. “You’re so bossy. Are you like a Daddy Dom or something?”
Ugh, if I have to play this dumb bitch for much longer, I’m going to cut out my own tongue.
“Or something.” Snake’s smile is toothy, and for the first time I notice that some of his teeth are decaying badly.
A nauseous hot sweat blooms at the back of my neck at the thought of having to go near him again.
But I have to. I have to find Libi.
“Here. Have the drink and we can get started.” Snake approaches, moving to hand the glass to me, but I quickly move away, walking towards the bathroom.
“I need to pee first.”
If I can get in there, I can call Kit. Send him my map location and get the fuck out of here.
The words, “stop her,” meet my ears, but I don’t look back as I rush for the small room, and right as I’m about to step inside, two sets of brutal hands grab my arms and haul me backwards.