Chapter Two #2
Gent reached out, grabbing Jeana’s wrist and twisting her arm.
Jeana whimpered, and Gent turned it an inch.
He smiled, leaning closer to Jeana’s ear.
“Now, now, let’s not do that. ’Cause if you do?
You’ll be the only one regretting it.” Gent smirked.
“You slap her, and I slap you. And as much as I know you get off on that, I can guaran-fucking-tee that you’re not gonna like it as much this time, darlin’. ”
“Gent,” Jeana muttered. It sounded like a pained plea.
“You play nice, I’ll play nice.” His hand tightened on her wrist, forcing Jeana’s hand to dangle limply. “How about you go and tell Melissa to send her guy over?”
Jeana jerked her glare to Cleo then immediately winced and bit her bottom lip.
“Darlin’, I asked you a question.” Gent said.
Jeana nodded, and he released her hand. She immediately tucked her arm against her chest, massaging her wrist. She walked to the door, threw it open, and left.
Gent sighed, smiling at Cleo. “You got a nasty little voyeur kink, don’t you?”
Of all the members of the club, Gent was the most infuriating. And taunting. And psychotic. Three prerequisites for the Icer of Killcreek.
“No,” Cleo blurted, feeling the heat rise from her chest to her cheeks. After all these years, she should’ve been used to Gent’s jabs and teasing. She wasn’t. During a less stressed situation, she would’ve been able to handle herself better.
Gent smirked, cocking his head. “You don’t have to hide who you are in front of me, Cleo. In fact, you can watch me anytime.” He leaned closer, lowering his voice. “And if the mood strikes you, you’re welcome to join in.”
Cleo sighed, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. “Ghost said you only say these things to me for shock value and because you enjoy making people feel uncomfortable.”
Cypher chuckled, but she kept her eyes on Gent. He smirked, shaking his head as he rounded the counter, brushing against her back. “That fucking traitor.”
Cleo was about to apologize again to Cypher and try to plead her case when the door flew open.
Melissa’s client stormed in, sending her a scathing glare.
He slapped his hands on the counter and was practically foaming at the mouth.
He wasn’t very attractive to begin with, his belly hanging over his disheveled, wrinkled pants.
Cleo was having a hard time seeing the appeal.
He hadn’t even bothered with his tie, which was looped around his neck.
“I want my fucking money back!”
“No refunds,” Cypher said.
It was policy.
“This little cunt” —he pointed at Cleo— “walked in on me. I have a certain right to privacy for the amount I pay.”
Cleo flattened her lips, ignoring the insulting slur.
I’ve been called worse. She was more interested in his comment.
It wasn’t known to the clients, but everyone working at the motel knew there were cameras inside and out.
It may not look like much, but the security was top notch.
Cypher and the MC ensured everyone’s safety.
“You come?” Gent asked. His tone was the essence of calm, which was the opposite of the current mood in the room.
“No, I didn’t fucking come!”
“Well” —Gent sighed— “then we need to make sure you leave a happy customer. Tell you what? I think I have the perfect solution. Since our sweet girl over here ruined your date, I’m gonna let you watch her punishment.
” Gent eyed Cleo, wiggling his brows. “Some people get off on that shit. I, myself, am not opposed to hearing the sweet scream of pain as long as all parties come at the end.” He turned back to the client. “You game?”
He furrowed his brows, glancing over at Cleo. His eyes trailed the length of her body, lingering on her breasts. She could see the wheels turning in his mind as a small smile emerged.
“I think a spanking will teach her a lesson. Take her over my lap, beat her ass until it’s a beautiful ripe shade of pink.
I’ll even use the belt.” Gent’s voice deepened into a sultry tone, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side.
“And to show how much we’re all about customer service here, I’ll give you first shot at her ass. ”
“Gent,” she muttered, trying to wiggle from his hold, but Gent tightened his grip.
“Shhh, darlin, the men are talking,” Gent said.
Cleo tightened her lips, clenching her teeth. No, not this again. Gent slid his fingers over her arm, and she trembled. Cleo was aware of how it looked to Melissa’s client. She was clearly an unwilling participant, and he was going to get off on that.
Disgusting pervert!
“What do you say?”
The client grinned, practically salivating. “Is she a screamer?”
Cleo flattened her lips. It was an unoriginal response. She’d heard it before. Men who took pleasure in others’ pain. It was certainly a kink, and if both adults were consenting, who was she to pass judgement? However, this was entirely different.
“We’re about to find out.” Gent lifted his chin to the door. “We got a special building we use to keep our girls in line.”
The client smirked, eyeing Cleo again, and started to the door. Gent dropped his hand down her arm and clasped her hand. Cleo resisted slightly, but Gent refused to loosen his grip. She turned to Cypher, pleading, “Cypher!”
He snickered, and lifted his chin, gesturing for her to follow Gent. “Go.”
Dammit!
Cleo reluctantly trailed behind Gent. On the opposite side of the motel, there was a two-room wooden bunker. Cleo wasn’t sure the main purpose of the room, but she’d been in it a few times. It always ended in the same result.
“Gent,” she whispered. It was a last-ditch effort for him to reconsider. It had never worked in the past, but still she tried.
He glanced back at her, winked, and lengthened his steps. She had to hurry to keep pace. Gent opened the door and the client walked inside. He didn’t even hesitate.
Begrudgingly, Cleo walked in and skirted to the side as Gent locked the door. He moved to the center of the room near the man.
“You ready?” Gent asked.
The client looked over at Cleo with a twisted gleam in his eyes. “Yeah.”
Gent turned to Cleo with a feral glimmer. He slowly unbuckled his belt, releasing it through the loops, all the while keeping his gaze on her. He hooked the smooth end around his fist leaving the large buckle exposed.
“Then let’s begin.” Gent winked and turned around, whipping the belt back and swinging swiftly at the man.
The client never saw it coming. He’d been too focused on Cleo with all his deranged thoughts running through his mind.
Some might say he had what was coming to him.
And maybe they’re right. But Cleo didn’t have a strong stomach or a desire to watch anyone suffer in pain. It hit too close to home.
Cleo spun around, facing the wall. She closed her eyes, blocking out the pained groans echoing off the walls. Ten seconds was too long. The wood floor creaked, and his arm brushed against hers. Cleo fluttered open her eyes. Gent was an inch away, expressionless.
“You want a shot, darlin’?” He held up his hand, and she saw the smeared blood covering the leather. Her stomach churned, and she darted her eyes to the wall.
“No,” she muttered.
Gent’s chuckle sounded in her ears, and his warm breath brushed across her cheek. “You sure?”
Cleo turned, staring up at Gent. “I don’t like when you do this.”
“I know you don’t, darlin’.” Gent slid his knuckles over her cheek and laughed. “I don’t know what’s more disappointing. Finding out you don’t have a voyeur kink or that you still refuse to embrace how we do things here.”
“Can I go now?”
Gent stepped aside and winked. “Yeah, darlin’, you can go. And don’t worry about this mess. I’ll have Jeana clean it up when I’m done.”
Cleo walked outside and across the parking lot. She glanced back at the bunker as it disappeared from her view. She wasn’t paying attention until it was too late. Cleo slammed into a wall of a man and gasped when his hands gripped her hips.
“Whoa, you okay?”
Cleo stared up at the man. He was handsome with deep blue eyes and short dark hair. Unlike most of the clients, he was dressed in a neatly pressed suit and a straight tie.
“I’m sorry.” She pulled away, scouting the area. Where had he come from? As if he read her mind, he pointed behind her.
“Reyna’s inside making sure everything is good. We heard arguing from the room.”
Great! Another unsatisfied customer. Hopefully, he wouldn’t suffer the same fate as Melissa’s.
“I’m so sorry.”
He shrugged with a deep chuckle. “Girl drama?”
Cleo never fraternized with any of the men who visited the motel. She had a job, which didn’t include interacting with customers.
Cleo mustered up a shaky smile and cleared her throat. “Something like that.”
His smile widened as he scanned her face. Cleo’s circle was small, and the only men she spent any time around were members of the club. Even that was limited. Most didn’t have time for her. After all, she was with them by default. Or that’s how she assumed they saw it.
She grasped her hands, twisting her fingers.
He arched his brow. “You work here, I assume.”
“Uh yes, I clean the rooms.”
He slowly nodded, eyeing her body. She shifted on her feet under his stare. It wasn’t creepy or uncomfortable, but it was rare that Cleo took center stage in any situation.
“Nothing else?”
Her cheeks burned, knowing the innuendo, and she shook her head, fighting against a smile.
He grinned and chuckled. “My loss then.”
Cleo had men hit on her while working, but there was usually a major ick factor. Not with this guy. He stepped forward and extended his hand. “I’m Evan.”