Case and I exchange a look. “We figured so, or why else would we be here?” I ask, leaning back on the couch.
His eyes narrow on me just a bit, but he chuckles. “Yes, I hear you have a smart mouth,” he says to me and then looks at Case. “And that you are also hard to work with.” Case’s brows lift in question.
“Then why are we here?” I demand, wanting to get to the point.
“As you boys know, I am into many, many things,” he says lifting his right foot off the floor and placing it on his left knee, relaxing. “And although you may both be dicks, I think I can be beneficial to you.”
“How so?” I ask trying not to smile. This is what Case and I wanted to happen. We’ve been working the streets for three years now, and it’s finally paying off.
“I would like to be your supplier. Your only supplier.” Drugs! He wants us to come to him for our drugs.
“I’m not sure we need you,” I say matter-of-factly.
His eyes narrow on me, and he drops his foot to the floor. He straightens his back. He takes a deep breath as if he’s trying to calm himself and then he gives me a soft smile, but it’s forced. “I am a man of many things.” He raises his hands out to his side, gesturing to this room we sit in while the music pounds outside the doors. Club goers dance behind the walls while they get high and fuck in the darkly lit corners of his club, Fusion. “And I have the perfect setup here. If you agree to my terms, then I can give you the same setup.”
I look over at Case, and he looks at me. This is bigger than we thought. We’ve been selling on the streets of Chicago here and there, working our asses off to build our reputation, but he does have a lot of pull. If we agree to his terms, we can be bigger than he is. We can run this town, and that is exactly what we want to do. “Terms?” I ask, looking back at him. “We agree to your terms, and you’re gonna set us up where?”
He smiles. “I have a friend who knows of this old warehouse for sale. It’s perfect but on the other side of town.” He shrugs. “I can’t be two places at once, but if you guys want it and agree to only buy from me, of course, then I can get you a great deal.”
I go to open my mouth, but the door to his private room opens, and a woman walks in. Her black hair is pulled over to one shoulder. She is wearing a white skirt that starts high on her waist and goes all the way down to her ankles. Her black top looks like it could be used as a belt as it only covers half of her big fake tits.
“Gentlemen,” Rox says as he stands. “This is my wife, Monica.” He reaches his hand out for her, and he takes it, kissing her knuckles. “She also helps me run my business …”
I ignore him as I look down at her heels. They make her look taller than she really is. Six, maybe seven inches taller. The little silver spike on the back makes me question how she walks without falling.
“Brecken …?”
I look up when I hear Case calling my name. His eyes narrow on mine, and I look at Rox, who is smirking at me. “Would you like her to show you all she has to offer?” he asks, and my back stiffens. Is this a test? He just caught me eyeing his wife. If I say yes, he may kill us right here and now. If I say no, will it insult them?
Case laughs awkwardly as he runs a hand through his hair. Fuck! You just had to stare at her.
She laughs a rich and throaty laugh and then she turns to face Rox. “Honey, you have a phone call.”
He nods and then looks at me. “Gentlemen, I must cut this meeting short. Think about my offer and get back to me,” he says, and I nod my head.
The woman spins around, and I watch her ass as she walks out in that tight skirt. The split up the back opens, and I can see her inner thighs as she walks. I clear my throat and look back at Rox. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”
“Yes,” I say without hesitation.
He takes a step to me and smiles proudly. “I’m a man of my word, boys. I want both of you because you are the best. And I have the best to offer. In everything.” He smirks. “You take the deal, and I’ll give you anything you want.” Then he nods his head to us, spins around, and walks out.
She pulls me out of that memory as her hand touches my still wet cheek. It’s too bad her husband ruined her. He was a man of his word, that’s for sure. He used to sell her like a piece of property. He believed happy customers were repeat customers. I don’t know how many meetings we had where we sat back and watched him call her in. She’d get naked and fall to her knees as he fucked her mouth or she’d lay down as he tried to recruit some new guy while their cock was in her pussy. He passed her around like a cheap toy for I don’t know how long. But that’s stopped now. It’s hard for him to control her from prison.
I know what you’re thinking.
How can you sleep with a married woman? How can you have sex with a woman who you feel nothing for? That memory was two years ago, and even though I did think she was beautiful, the thought never crossed my mind. Case and I both agreed not to do anything that could put us in a compromising position. We agreed to his terms, bought the warehouse to open up Seven Deadly Sins, and we had our pick of women. Why touch something that could bite us in the ass later? But things changed about a year ago when Rox was arrested. She took over his business, and she became our supplier. And that’s when I realized I could use sex to my advantage.
“It’s a shame.” She sighs as her chocolate brown eyes look up and down my naked body. Her eyes stop on my cock, and it starts to harden as I think of what I’m about to do to her. What she’s gonna do to me.
“What is?” I ask closing the space between us.
“I wanted to undress you.” She smiles up at me. A beautiful smile that shows off her perfect white teeth. The candle sitting on the countertop makes her dark eyes shine.
I reach up and untie the black silk sash that holds her see-through black robe on her body. It opens up for me exposing her massive fake tits. I place my hands on her shoulders, pushing the robe open in the process. “I just saved you some time,” I say with a smirk. I’m in a hurry.
Her dark brown eyes look up at me through dark lashes, and I feel my cock twitch, knowing she is about to pleasure me. The woman does know how to please a man. “You know I don’t mind getting my hands dirty.”
I sometimes wonder how I got to this point in my life. How I can so easily take advantage of people. I try to think back to the exact moment when I decided to become the very person that some hate. But then that very moment hits me, and just as quickly, I try to forget it.
She takes a step back, grabs my hand, and pulls me out of the bathroom. Her long jet-black hair sways back and forth as it touches the top of her luscious ass as I allow her to lead me to the bed.
I quickly scan the room for anything out of place. The long brown wooden dresser sits up against the far wall. A crystal jewelry box sits on top of it. She likes to keep it open so the lights can reflect off the expensive diamonds that her husband has given her for special occasions over the years. He shows his appreciation by giving her shiny things. But tonight, there’s no sparkle with the electricity out. The only light we have is the occasional lightning that flashes through the windows, and of course, the lit candles she has scattered throughout.
The four-post bed sits in the middle of the room. It has the same dark brown wood to match the long dresser. Four thick posts have little designs carved out of them reminding me of limbs on trees. A gold canopy lays across the top of all the posts then drapes down the sides with thick brown rope tying them back. I’ve used that rope more times than I could count on her. A thick gold and brown comforter lies over it. Gold and brown sequined pillows take up three-quarters of the king-size bed.
She lets go of my hand, and I come to a stop as she continues on to the bed. She removes the golden throw pillows and sets them neatly over in the nook by the large window. I watch as the rain runs down the window and see the trees move from the wind as lightning strikes once again.
Once she arranges the pillows how she likes them, she turns to face me
. A slow and sexy smile spreads across her face as she slowly walks towards me. Her hands land on my smooth chest, and she pushes them up before they wrap around my neck. “I can think of a much better way to use these candles,” she says softly.
I reach my hands up and remove hers from around my neck. I understand exactly what she means, but I ask her. “Want a little pain tonight?” I ask as I guide her hands behind her back.
Her tits push against my chest, and her lips part as her eyes soften. “Yes,” she says licking her lips. “Please. Hurt me,” she begs as she presses her hips into my hard cock.
I chuckle at how much she craves being a dirty little slut. “How do you want me to hurt you?” I ask, restraining her hands behind her back with both of mine.
“Like I’m your slave.”
I flinch from her choice of words, but she doesn’t even realize it. Her eyes are hooded, and her lips are parted. She’s already panting, waiting for me to have my way with her. To treat her like she is just a piece of property for me to own. If I were a good man, I would pick her up and carry her to her bed and make love to her. I would show her what it’s like to be cherished and that she’s worth more than what she has been told. But I’m not a good man; I’m a fucking bastard who uses people to my advantage.
I let go of her hands and shove her to her knees. She gasps as she hits them and her head bows. “You’re gonna start on your knees,” I growl.
She looks up at me, and she swallows. “Yes, sir.”
SKYE
I’m breathing heavy as I run as fast as my legs will allow me. All I see is blackness, but I can feel the tree limbs as they cut into my skin; my arms, my legs, my feet. I can feel the warm blood as it runs down my skin from the cuts. But I can’t stop. Not now! Not when I’m this close to being free.
I breathe heavily, and my heart pounds in my chest, fueling my need to move faster.
He’s behind me!
Don’t let him catch you!
He’ll kill you.
I’d rather kill myself trying to escape rather than give him the satisfaction of doing it himself.
I let out a scream of surprise when my foot stumbles over something, and I go tumbling to the uneven ground. The feel of dirt and limbs has me gritting my teeth to keep in another scream. Don’t let him hear you!
I suck in a shaky breath as I push myself up to my feet. As I start to run, I realize I’m injured. My left leg; I have to drag it and tears fill my eyes.
This is it!
This is how I’m gonna die. In the middle of nowhere.
“Skye!” My name is shouted.
I stop breathing when I hear it, and I drop to the ground as I feel around the darkness with my hands. So many tree limbs …
“I will find you!” he screams, sounding closer, and I swallow. Tears run down my face as I look aimlessly at nothing but blackness.
Why can’t I see anything?
My head snaps to the right when I hear footsteps crunching on the broken limbs, and my eyes widen as I try to think of what to do, of where to go.
“There’s no escaping me,” he says chuckling.
A sob escapes my lips, and I slap my hands over my mouth too late. I lie there, looking up into nothing as I hold my breath. A hand wraps around my ankle, and I’m flipped over onto my stomach. I scream as my fingers dig into the dirt and limbs that cover the ground as I’m drug away. My fingers and body rip as I’m dragged over the broken black forest. The same one that, no matter the darkness, he still finds me.
I sit straight up, breathing heavy and blinking rapidly. My hands go to my chest, and I let out a sigh as I see that I’m lying on my couch. It was a dream, I realize as I fall down on my back, taking a deep breath. Just a dream, Skye.
Why did it feel so real? Why do I feel like his hand branded me when he touched my ankle? My skin burns as if he truly just ripped it apart, and my mind races to why I can’t escape him …
“Oh, you’re awake,” my best friend says happily as she enters the living room. She smiles at me, and I look up at her trying to calm my nerves. The smile drops off her face, and she frowns.
“You okay?”
I nod my head. “Yeah.” I sit back up slowly this time. “Just had a bad dream.” More like a nightmare.
Her eyes soften, and she lets out a long breath. “Do you wanna talk about it?”
I shake my head. “No.” I’m not sure I could explain it, much less get her to understand it.
She walks into the kitchen and opens up the fridge. “Come out with us tonight,” she offers. “You could use the distraction.”
I look over to the only window that we have in our little studio apartment in Chicago and see the rain pouring down. “No thanks. I’m just gonna stay in.”
She sticks her bottom lip out and places her hands in prayer. “Pretty please,” she says in a little girl’s voice.
I shake my head with a laugh, the nightmare becoming much less terrifying. “I’m just gonna stay in.” The last place I wanna go is out with a lot of people to some stuffy and smoky club or some crowded bar. “Who are you going with?” I ask.
“Cliff.”
I nod my head. Tiffany and I work at a little diner down the street. Cliff is one of the cooks, and he has a huge crush on her. But who wouldn’t? Her hair is bleach blond, and I don’t mean the natural kind. And as if that wasn’t the first thing you notice about her, she is also tall. Like runway model tall. I’m only five-foot-five, and she towers over me. She has long lean legs, and I have short sticks. She has big fake tits that one of her ex-boyfriends bought her, and I have little hills. She has light blue eyes, and I have dark green.
“What are you gonna do here?” she asks, looking around our apartment. We don’t have much. One couch. A small TV that we bought from a guy up at the diner by the name of Fritz. He was our old boss. He got fired after being arrested selling stolen property out of the back of his van. That day, we both vowed not to tell anyone we got a TV from him. We try to stay under the radar and not call attention to ourselves with the law. And of course, a bed that sits against the back wall and faces the back of the couch. You only have so much room in a studio apartment, but it works for us.
“Read,” I say with a shrug. “What else is there to do on a Friday night in Chicago?” I ask sarcastically. I smile when I realize I’m no longer breathing heavy, and my shoulders relax.
She rolls her blue eyes but smiles. “You know you’re not going to meet your Prince Charming if you keep your head buried in a book.”
I snort. “Prince Charming does not exist,” I tell her, and she laughs. “Plus, I’m sure as hell not gonna find him out at a club.”
She snorts. “Yeah, well, don’t let Robert hear you say that.”
“Robert is anything but a prince,” I say with a laugh. My ex can be a lot of things, but a prince, he is not.
“How is that going? Still leaving you alone?”
I nod. “So far, so good.” We’ve been broke up for three months now, but that hasn’t stopped him from contacting me.
“Good. Maybe he’s got the hint this time.” She smiles. “I’m out, babe. Don’t wait up for me,” she says throwing the bright pink purse I bought her for her birthday two years ago over her shoulder.
“Where are you guys going?” I ask curiously.
She looks at me and a huge smile spreads across her face. “Seven Deadly Sins.”
I cringe. That place is known for a good time. And by a good time, I mean drugs. You can smoke weed in the bathroom or do a line of coke off the bar. The guys who run it are pretty much famous here in Chicago and not the good kind of famous. Case and Brecken are known for beating men to death. The cops won’t even touch them. How do I know all of this? Because of Tiffany. She’s dragged me there before. I also know that she used to like getting high, and that place is known for that. But I didn’t think she did drugs anymore. I throw the blanket off my lap. “I’ll go with you.”
The smile drops off her face, and she tilt
s her head to the side. “I don’t want you to feel obligated to go. I don’t need a babysitter, Skye.”
“I know. But ...”
“Stay home. Read a book.” Her smile is back now. “I promise. I’ll be okay.”
“Do you plan to …?” I ask, trying to swallow the lump in my throat.
“No,” she says matter-of-factly, shaking her head. “Just gonna go out and have some drinks.” She flips her bleach blond hair over her shoulder. “I’ll try not to wake you up when I get home.”
I nod my head, but I can’t help but worry about her. That is my job, after all. Who else is gonna do it if I don’t? “Be careful.”
“Always.” She starts to walk toward the door. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” I say as she walks out. I place the blanket back over me and lie back down. I look up at the yellowish ceiling as I remember the dream. How real it was. How terrified I was.
I look over at the front door as I hear her lock it from the outside, and I bite my bottom lip nervously. Maybe it’s time to move again? We’ve been here for quite a while now, and it makes me nervous.
In order to be untouchable, you have to be untraceable. And staying here any longer makes me feel like I’m a sitting duck.
Making up my mind, I close my eyes and let out a long sigh as I hear the rain hit the window and roof since we are on the top floor. So it’s settled. We are moving. Maybe somewhere nice and sunny.
I feel myself start to fall asleep when I hear my phone ding from next to me on our couch. I pick it up and let out a sigh as I read the text.
Robert: I miss you!
I exit out of it and throw my phone on the floor. I’m not in the mood to speak to him right now. Last time I did, it didn’t go so well. He did a lot of yelling, and I did a lot of crying. Just another reason to move. This time, when I close my eyes, it’s with a smile.
CHAPTER TWO
BRECKEN
I stand in the middle of Seven Deadly Sins. I’m sexually satisfied and tired, but my ass is here. I made it with time to spare. My clothes are still half-damp, but nothing would keep me from being here to support my best friend. He is about to propose to the woman of his dreams. I couldn’t miss that. Wouldn’t miss that.
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