Chapter 15
Geo leaned back as Davon left and put a hand on her feet under the blanket. “Order her some food,” Geo told Mig.
“Already on the way,” Mig offered, then held the envelope up and nodded.
“How soon?”
“Still 20 minutes out,” Mig offered, looking at his phone.
“Good,” Geo smirked, then stood still, holding her ankle, and yanked her to her back. Pulling her sweatpants and underwear off quickly, he caught her hands as she tried to hold them on, laughing at her as he tossed them aside. “Maybe I should take a bat to your cunt! Rip you open and loosen you up so I don't fuckin’ crave this tight hole so much!” he told her, bending her almost in half as he shoved his pants down and exposed his hard cock.
“Nice thing about bitches her size,” Mig spoke up, turning to the wall. “Even after she pushes that kid out her cunt, she’ll still be fucking tight as hell. Tiny one’s stay tight.”
Geo only scowled at her as he pressed his hard cock to her and pushed in.
Sailor sucked in a breath, flinching and turning away, then closed her eyes as she tried to go somewhere else in her mind.
“Fuuuuck,” Geo groaned, holding himself inside of her as far as he could. “Still ought to train her pussy to take a fucking bat,” he growled, then began pumping his hips shallowly as he angled her legs higher so he could watch his cock invading her.
“You wanna fuck her shit up? Alonso, over on 63rd? Has football races. Once a month, they take the three bitches who fucked up most, and they got these traffic cones that are reinforced, full of concrete, so they don't collapse. They glued a football on top, one point in the hole on top the cone, other point straight up in the air. They lube it up, get it all slick, then they take these bitches and hang them by their hands, tie their ankles to their hands with a couple feet of rope so they can’t stand, and then lower them onto the footballs. Put the point right on their pussy. Every ten minutes, they hang weights on their knees. At the end of the hour, whatever bitch has the football in furthest? Her man gets the prize. Tyrell has won the last four times, and they say his bitch gets off on that shit. He don't just put weights on her, he yanks her down on it till it’s all the way up in that shit. They all watch her get off on it. Some bitches split open and bleed and shit. Couple girls didn’t survive it, but that bitch has orgasms and shit. Bet if they did that on them cameras, they’d make some money!”
Geo growled, not wanting to hear more as Sailor whimpered in terror. “LOOK at me, Rue!” Geo demanded, forcing her to open her eyes and look at him as he fucked her. “You’re a fuckin’ whore? I feel you gettin’ off on this! All wet! So wet I can see that shit!” he groaned, watching his cock glisten with her slick juices. “You my whore, now? Needin’ this dick? Fuck!” he raged, then plunged into her and came. “God DAMN!” he panted, then grimaced as he eased out of her tight cunt to pull his pants up. “Get her clothes,” he demanded, scowling at Gabe as he came in the door without knocking.
Mig hurriedly grabbed her clothes and helped her put them on as Gabe finally had the sense to look away.
“What the fuck do you want?” Geo demanded as soon as Sailor had the blanket over her lap again, wiping away tears. “You wasn’t supposed to come in till Friday! ”
“I was thinkin’! What if we got that guy? Told him the things she told us about programs and shit? The banks and offshore accounts and all? I bet he could do it for us if it’s all legit. I could reach out and bring him in for you to talk to.”
“You think you’ll get a cut?” Geo sneered.
“Well, you know, like, a finders fee?”
“For finding the guy he told you to go talk to?” Mig asked blandly.
“You know, a liaison thing for setting it up! Plus, I could help! I know how to set up offshore accounts!”
“Did you google it last night or the night before?” Sailor asked, rolling her eyes. “This isn’t a movie, you can’t do it in 20 seconds. It takes time, and real know-how, and effort. You have to have everything ready before you go into it, you can’t make it up as you go, and you can’t fuck a single thing up. Besides, this IP is already being watched, remember? YOU did that, shitstain.”
“Watch your mouth, bitch!” Gabe raged, stepping closer, his hands balling into fists.
Mig stood up and squared up to Gabe, looking down at him menacingly.
“Are you threatenin’ the pregnant mother of my kid?” Geo asked, canting his head as his eyes glittered. “You callin’ her names?”
“Naw, man… I just mean she’s being disrespectful!”
“You don't get to call her names OR threaten her! Who the fuck are you to me, Gabe? My cousin's son in law who swore you could make me rich! All you’ve done so far is given me failure after failure after failure and headache after headache! And now you’ve compromised me and mine as well, apparently. What the fuck is an IP, and how do I get rid of it?” Geo demanded of Sailor.
“New router… switch providers. Internet provider, I mean.”
“They use the wifi of the pizza place up the block,” Gabe sneered. “It’s not us who’ll get caught, it’s them.”
Sailor looked to Geo. “Stop using that one. Get your own. A VPN. ”
“What’s that?”
“Private,” she shrugged. “Don't do jack shit on it, though, not illegal. Keep it squeaky clean. Anything you do needs to be done through proxies.”
“P.O. Boxes.”
“Exactly.”
“Set it up, Mig,” Geo told him, then looked back to Gabe. “You gonna give that man's number to Mig and forget you ever saw it or him. You gonna take your ass back to my cousin and never show your face here again, you feel me? And I best not hear about you tryin’ some bullshit like this back home, either. You gettin’ out of the whole business, you hear me, boy? You’re too stupid to make it doin’ what I do. The kinda man who lies and don't deliver. It’s ‘cause you my bloods family, that I don't just send you to the lake with some cinder blocks for shoes. I hear you tryna fuck around? One word from me ‘n Cris’ll send me your balls in a paper sack. You know he will, you ain’t good enough for his girl ‘n you know it. I bet he sent you along when you asked, hopin’ I’d take care ‘a you for ‘m. Bet,” he sneered, then waved Gabe off.
The man at the door grabbed Gabe by the throat and shoved him out the door.
Sailor watched, wide-eyed and unsure.
Geo turned back to her, glaring murderously. “You keep your fucking mouth shut! You don't get to talk shit to my men! Only reason I let that slide was ‘cause he ain’t mine!”
“You’d rather I let him get you caught?” she countered, crossing her arms.
“Bitch…”
The knock on the door made Geo go quiet, but he sat glowering at her as Mig went to answer the door.
“Food,” Mig announced, returning and setting the bag down before handing out plates.
“You better eat every bite,” Geo growled, looking Sailor over again.
She said nothing, curling up with the plate and pulling the lid off. She didn’t feel like eating at all, her heart was hurting, and she was miserable, but she ate as much as she could. Geo didn’t complain when she handed her half-full plate to Mig, and he finished it.
“Lock her in her room,” Geo told Mig as soon as he finished, standing up. “We got shit to do.”
Sailor said nothing as she was led back to the room and locked in. She wished she had a window or something besides the bed and table.