Chapter 8 #3
“Don’t like that, do you Vixen? It doesn’t matter if you do or not.
I’m gonna rip you to fucking pieces and toss you out with the trash.
” He circles my entrance with his finger.
Moving further down my body, he scrapes his teeth across my hip before sinking them into my flesh again.
I try again to turn my mind off, but it’s impossible when everything he does causes me to cry out in pain.
He chuckles, running his nose through my slit as his finger slips inside me.
I want to scream, to cry, to kill this bastard when I feel his wet tongue swipe through my center.
My hips jerk and I can’t hold back the agonizing scream that is torn from my chest when he viciously bites down on my clit.
I sob as I feel something inside me break at being unable to stop him.
My control and consent are stripped away as the powerlessness becomes all too real.
Pulling away with a smirk on his face, he climbs down the bed, onto his feet, and reaches for his belt.
Just as he goes for the button on his dirty jeans, the door flies open and a man I haven’t seen before steps inside.
My worst fear flashes before my eyes right before the man says, “Get the fuck out of here before you get us all killed. Hector said she wasn’t to be harmed. ”
“Get the fuck out and wait your turn, Chavez,” Pinball shouts.
“Fuck that, I don’t have to take women by force motherfucker. When Hector gets here and she tells him what you’ve done, we’ll all be fucking dead and you know it. Now get the fuck out until after the deal is done,” The man named Chavez orders, doubling down on his demand.
“Fuck!” Pinball yells before turning his evil eyes back to me and promising, “You’ll be mine in a few short hours, bitch.”
I can’t control my sobs once the door is closed and the men are gone. I don’t know how long I lay there crying, but I make a vow that if I get out of this alive, I will sell my soul to the devil if I have to in order to watch that man die for what he’s done to me.
Time passes so slowly as the wounds on my body throb and ache. I don’t know how long it’s been when a woman comes in with a long black dress in her hands, refusing to make eye contact. “Please, help me.”
She doesn’t even look at me. When I scan her face, I can tell that just like they did to my sister; they have filled this girl’s body full of drugs to keep her compliant.
She won’t be any help to me. She sets the dress on the edge of the bed and unties my hands before leaving the room, locking the door behind her.
I gingerly bring my arms down to my sides as sharp pain shoots through the extremities from being tied so tightly. Slowly, I turn on my side. I find George staring at me with tears streaming down his cheeks as he takes in the brutal damage that’s been left behind as evidence on my body.
“Don’t cry for me,” I growl, digging deep for Vixen.
I need that part of me now more than ever.
George nods his head, but the tears still seem to fall.
Turning away, no longer able to witness his pity, I grab the dress and slide it over my head.
Hobbling from one end of the room to the other, I desperately search for anything I can use as a weapon to protect myself.
I’m under no illusions that Pinball will return to keep his promise.
Finding nothing, I move over to George and untie him from the chair.
I don’t think he would be able to help me overpower the men who run with this crew, but at least he won’t be defenseless.
Long minutes later, the door rattles before opening, and the man Pinball called Chavez comes strolling in.
“Come with me.” When I don’t make a move, he pulls his gun from his holster and aims it at my head.
“Don’t make this more difficult than it has to be.
” He almost seems annoyed that I would fight for my survival. Fucker.
“Ok. Please don’t shoot me. I’m pregnant,” I confess. The look that crosses his face lets me know that just maybe I have someone on my side to protect me.
“Fuck,” he curses under his breath as he leads me and George from the room.
I gingerly follow him down a long hallway and through a set of double doors where the officers of the Cuban Kings are seated around a large table with their full attention trained on a big man in an expensive suit.
When he turns around to look at us, he takes in my form and turns his accusing eyes onto Pinball, and says through clenched teeth, “I told you that you couldn’t touch my daughter until the terms of our agreement were met.
” Daughter? Looking more closely at the man, I can see we have the same hairline, same nose, and the same hazel-colored, bedroom eyes.
“You!” I growl when I can see he’s telling the truth. This man is the father I’ve never met. The man who turned my mother into his whore, and then dumped her into a life of prostitution when she became pregnant with Sierra and me.
“Yes. Me. I knew one day you and your sister would come in handy. Well, your sister not so much. Pinball has agreed to double the number of runs he makes for me and forgive your sister’s transgressions in exchange for you becoming his property. It’s business, surely you can understand.” He smirks.
“I will never be his property. You can all go fuck yourselves,” I screech, unwilling to be that man’s property. Fuck them all.
Pinball leaps from his chair and charges at me. Rearing his hand back, he swings it through the air, and the crack of it connecting with my face is deafening, echoing around the room. My legs give out, and if it weren’t for Chavez standing behind me, I would have crumbled to the floor.
“Watch your fucking mouth. Hasn’t Viper taught you any fucking manners at all,” he bellows, spit flying from the corner of his mouth.
If he only knew my man gets off on punishing me for my smart mouth, and I used to love letting Viper do it. He can go fuck himself too for throwing me and our baby away, sending us straight into the hands of these monsters.
“Take them away,” my father says, waving his hand towards the door and dismissing us.