33. Thea
33
Thea
R oberto Pesci thought he was all that. And then some. I’d dealt with men like him before. Men who took one look at me and figured I was an easy target. His eyes had barely left my cleavage since the moment he propositioned me at the bar.
Thanks to info from Torrance, I knew Roberto had a weakness for redheads, which was handy, seeing as how the wig from the masked ball was still in my closet. Turned out, Torrance was 100% correct.
“Your hair’s so pretty,” Roberto marveled when he reached out and stroked my cheek. “It’ll look so good wrapped around my fist as I fuck you, baby.”
Eh, nope . Hard pass . It was only through sheer force of will I kept my coquettish smile in place.
“I can’t wait.” Not.
Roberto led me by the hand through a door near the bar while I tried not to cringe at the thought of all the microbes lurking on his skin. I had a feeling the guy never bothered washing his hands after taking a piss.
Nobody batted an eye at me leaving with a man twice my age. Most of the punters in this place were drunk, off their heads on some kind of drug, or deeply depressed about their shitty lives.
Not that I blamed them. If my only source of entertainment was a night in Club Tropicana, where the drinks were never free, I’d be fucking depressed and seeking answers to the meaning of life at the bottom of a glass, too.
My job this evening was to disable Roberto and deliver him to Torrance, who was waiting nearby to take the asshole to an undisclosed location. Torrance could easily have done it himself, but Roberto knew him. One look at Torrance’s ugly mug and Roberto would have fled for his life.
The task was a piece of cake. I had a small syringe tucked in a hidden pocket in my skirt. Roberto had never met me. To him, I was a just another whore hoping for a generous payday. Not once had it occurred to him to ask why a girl like me would walk into a sleazy room with a man like him.
Oh, the arrogance.
We passed several rooms before Roberto shoved me inside one near the end of the corridor and kicked the door shut. I tried not to look too closely at the bed with its plastic sheet. It reminded me too much of Dexter’s kill room.
At least I had a knife in my boot. And a shuriken tucked inside my bra.
“Baby, come here, let me get a better look at your sexy ass,” Roberto crooned, thrusting his crotch while eye-fucking me. I shimmied my hips, teasing him to avoid getting any closer.
“Fuck, you’re sexy. Are you new here?” For half a second, Roberto’s eyes narrowed with suspicion.
“Yeah,” I replied, running one hand over my tits and licking my lips. “Got a kid to feed and my old man won’t pay.”
My sob story didn’t register. “Hot damn, I can’t wait to sink my massive cock inside your sweet little cunt,” he groaned, his eyes cloudy with lust.
My gaze flicked down to the small bulge at his crotch. Massive? The asshole was delusional.
“I can’t wait, baby. Show me what I’m working with.” I moaned and lifted the edge of my skirt a couple of inches, gifting him a glimpse of my red silk panties.
Practically panting with excitement, Roberto unfastened his pants and tugged them and his boxers down. “Like what you see, baby?” He fisted his small cock. If I was feeling generous, I’d say it was about four inches. Not quite micro-peen, but close.
Sliding my right hand over my hip, I felt for the syringe. This was going to be tricky. To stab Roberto, I needed to get close. But getting closer meant touching him. Ugh .
But the longer I procrastinated, the more likely things would all go to shit. I was going to have to suck it up, so to speak.
“God, baby, it’s the biggest one I’ve ever had!” Too much?
Roberto’s smile widened at my outrageous flattery. “I’m gonna split your cunt in two.” I’d be lucky if it touched the sides .
“Money first,” I reminded him. At the mention of cash, his smile slipped a fraction, but he wasn’t an idiot. No cash, no sex.
Huffing with annoyance, he yanked up his pants and pulled out a wad of cash.
“Fifty for a fuck, yeah?” Was this asshole really trying to negotiate? Jesus. No doubt plenty of women were desperate enough to accept a lower rate, but I wasn’t one of them.
“A hundred.”
“Hundred?” he spluttered with outrage. “Is that cunt gold-plated or something?”
“Or something. Now show me the money.” I slid one strap off my shoulder to reveal a lacy red bra cup. That did the trick. Little Roberto waved at me once again after losing momentum for a hot minute.
With a huff of annoyance, he threw some notes at me, grumbling as I counted them and tucked them inside my left boot. I may as well take the cash. God knows I’d need to dry clean all my clothing. Roberto’s dirty money could pay for an expedited service, plus some luxury bath salts to help soothe my PTSD from the sight of his pathetic chipolata.
“Now get on the bed,” I ordered.
Roberto’s eyes darkened with lust. Had I unlocked a submissive kink? I hoped so. This would make my life so much easier.
“Yes, Mommy.” Eww, gross .
“Be a good boy for Mommy and push your pants down around your ankles.” He did as he was told, trembling with excitement. Any sensible guy would have kicked his pants off, but Roberto was too into his ‘mommy’ fantasy. Sick fuck . With his pants wrapped around his ankles, he’d have a hard time moving, but so far, he hadn’t figured that out.
“Does little Robbie need his dick stroking?”
“Yes! I want you to suck it too.” I almost vomited at the thought.
“Close your eyes for Mommy.”
He did as he was told. “Good boy,” I cooed, pulling out the syringe. Just as I was about to stab him in the neck, the door burst open and a homicidal Russian stormed in.
“What the actual fuck are you doing, Thea?”
I dropped the syringe in surprise.
“Thea?” Roberto’s erection sank. “I thought you said your name was Cherry?”
“Cherry? Really?” Kyril snorted.
“Get out of here,” I hissed, trying to shove him toward the door, but the man was a solid wall of muscle. He barely moved a millimeter. For fuck’s sake. How had this evening tanked so fast? Torrance was outside somewhere waiting for me. If he came to investigate the delay, I was in big trouble.
He’d take one look at Kyril and know I’d deviated from the plan.
“Not until you explain why you’re dressed up like a hot hooker.” Kyril eyed my outfit, and I didn’t miss the way his eyes darkened at my barely there skirt and crop top.
“Look, pal, the whore’s mine for the next 20 minutes, so fuck off.”
“Whore? You calling my girl a whore?” My girl?!
Kyril turned his attention to Roberto, who scrambled like mad to pull his pants up. Little Roberto had vanished, apparently deciding the party was over for the foreseeable.
“She’s taken my money. That makes her a whore, you fucking Russian scum!”
“Thea?”
I shrugged, deciding to ignore the way he’d called me his girl . Why were men so delusional? I was nobody’s girl.
“The money’s going to come in handy. I have some clothes to drop off at the dry cleaners when I leave,” I replied, gesturing down.
My attention slid back to Kyril. He was like a black hole, sucking me into his gravitational field with his broad chest and sharp jaw, not to mention the large bulge between his thighs. I had a feeling Kyril was packing a lot more than a pathetic little chipolata.
A lot more.
Unfortunately, while I was so focused on Kyril, Roberto had pulled a gun from somewhere in his pants and had stupidly decided to point it at me.
“Seriously?” I groaned. A headache brewed behind my eyes at the thought of Torrance’s reaction to this shit show. Could my evening get any worse? Doubtful.
“Give me my money back, bitch,” Roberto snarled.
He must be pissed if I was no longer his baby/mommy . “Fine. Whatever.” I was not in the mood to argue over a hundred quid, so I pulled the cash from my boot and tossed it at him. The moment his attention moved from me to the money, I threw the shuriken at the hand holding the gun.
Roberto squealed like a stuck pig, but instead of dropping the gun, he shot me.
Kyril’s reactions were better than mine. He dived on top of me, shielding my body with his massive frame while simultaneously shooting Roberto through the head. Fortunately, Roberto’s aim was shit and his bullet ended up in the thin dividing wall, not either of us.
“You OK, little gadyuka ?”
I shoved him off and stared with horror at Roberto’s corpse. “No, not really.” I was so fucked. Torrance was going to be furious, and when things didn’t go according to plan, Torrance always took out his frustrations on me.
“Really? You’re not even grateful? I just saved your fucking life!”
“I didn’t need your help! I had things under control!”
“Look, if you want to act out some kind of Pretty Woman fantasy in your spare time, knock yourself out. Good luck with dealing with the body this time, Thea.” With that, he stomped out and kicked the door shut, leaving me with a problem and no solution.