by Eden Rose
We ride up to the bastard’s place of business with our guns tucked in our belts. We know this shit is going to get serious since he’s been avoiding us for so long. Fuckin’ Greg is always doing something like this. He has owed the money since my dad was president.
Greg is sitting on a bench outside of the store he owns with a cigarette being lifted to his ugly ass fuckin’ face. When he sees us, he tries to get up and run.
“Look, if I have to chase your fuckin’ ass all around your building, I’m going to get fuckin’ pissed!” I inform him with my hand already reaching for my gun.
Greg throws his hands up in a silent plea. “Please! Please! I’m so sorry. What if I make it up to you?”
“Do you see Boy Scout patches on my cut?” I ask him honestly.
He looks confused. “Uh, no.”
I smirk. “That’s because I’m not your Boy Scout leader. I’m here to fuckin’ collect what is owed to my club. You got my money, or what?”
Greg drops to his knees in hopes of that stopping me from killing him. If he’s dead, how am I going to collect the money owed to us? Of course, I want to beat the shit out of him to teach him a lesson, but what would that do for him?
It wouldn’t make him pay us any quicker.
“Please! I know I’ve had the money for the past five years… I just don’t have the money to pay you back!”
“You better figure it out!” Dragon says with a snarl.
Yeah, I ended up with the evil Dragon who loves to create mayhem tonight.
“I’ll give you my business!” He begs.
That’s when I began to think about how he could help us. “Actually, I want you to do something for us. We’re looking for a man who owes a lot of money and has been pissin’ off a lot of people,” I throw out there.
His eyes widen. “I don’t know anything about that!”
Greg’s demeanor changes as soon as I bring that up. He is not acting defensive. “I think you do.”
He looks around him before getting up off his knees. “All right, all right. I might know some shit.”
“Good. You find him and I will wipe away half of your debt.”
Beast and Dragon gasp. What they don’t realize is how much I want to find this girl.
*
My dad never told me how fucked up being president actually is. I never knew the amount of stress this bull shit would put on my life and the amount of blunts it takes for me to fall asleep.
I knew Beast was struggling with some shit when he didn’t show up at the clubhouse for two weeks. I wanted to give him time to handle his own demons before I swooped in and cleaned them up for him. Little did I know, he was almost fucking dead.
If I would have gone there earlier, he might not have been so fucked up. If I would have read the signs for him, I would have known how deeply he was struggling.
“Where are we at on findin’ Bella’s dad?” I ask the room at large.
We’re having the first church since Beast started getting his shit together. He’s not back to his full monty, but I’ll take what I can get. I need my soldier for when I go into battle.
“Prez, the man’s a fuckin’ ghost!” Dragon shouts out at me with a snarl.
Dragon’s ready for war and I can tell his knives are sharpened. “What the fuck do you mean? Everyone leaves a footprint!”
Beast speaks up next. “Bella says he’s probably overseas.”
I want to bang my head against the table. “Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me? We let him get away?”
Each moment he’s out in the world being free, is another moment I’m being laughed at as a president. Because of him, I have to step up and handle more business than I thought I would have to in the short amount of time I have.
If we can turn him into the feds, we can release my dad. The problem with that, if we release my dad that means he takes over the presidency again. I have mixed feelings about that.
There’s a knock on the door interrupting us. “What?” I bark at the door.
Gimp, a prospect who limps, is opening the door cautiously. “I’m so sorry to bother you, prez. I’ve got something for you.”
“What?” I demand.
He pushes open the door and in walks another man with a pissed off look on his face. “I know where Peter is,” he advises. “Greg sent me.”
“Why should I trust you?” I ask the questions here. I don’t want this guy thinking he’s going to dictate the conversation.
“Because Peter stole my daughter and sold her to the fucking cartels for drugs. He’s in Mexico with my daughter and his other daughter.”
“What other daughter?” Beast asks, clearly this is the first time he’s heard of Bella having a sister.
The man shifts from side to side. “If I take you to him, I get to be the one that fucking kills him. Okay? He sold my daughter for drugs! My fifteen-year-old daughter was stolen from me!”
I feel his conviction and I want to think he’s telling the truth, but I have no idea if I should trust him. “How do you know it was him?”
He hands a file over to Gimp who then walks it over to me. The file is thick with documents, receipts and finally a USB drive. I look at the documents along with the pictures which are hidden in between them.
“That’s Peter,” I shout. “That rat bastard has been in Mexico this whole fuckin’ time!”
I shoot out of my chair ready to drive down to Mexico to finish him off when I’m stopped by the new man in the room.
“Please don’t hurt my daughter. I don’t know how old the girl she’s with, but she’s young, too.”
I look down at the picture staring at beautiful yet scared blue eyes. The woman is gorgeous.
“You have my word. Thank you.”
There’s a knock on the door to church and I growl at the door. Whomever is interrupting us is going to get punched in the fuckin’ face. Everyone knows church is sacred and to not be interrupted.
Our new tech guy named Pablo, sticks his round face into the room. He scans the guys before landing on me. “Prez, I got something for you.”
I nod my head and wave my hand to either tell him to hurry up or enter the room to join us. When Pablo doesn’t move, I don’t say anything or flinch. The kid is so nervous around me.
“I don’t know if this is useful, but I found something online when researching Bella’s pappi.”
Beast’s head shoots up to look at the young kid. “Go on.”
“And I started to find a couple of trails that led me to Bella’s sister, Elle.”
“What happened to my girl’s sister?” Beast demands.
I can hear the anger in his voice. He’s pissed that people are pushing him to be something that he is trying to avoid. Being the Beast.
I look around the table at my guys. “Gentlemen, we’re goin’ to war.”
Chapter Four: Elle
I’ve only been sleeping for about twenty minutes when I hear the door slam shut.
Sleep is an elusive concept to me now. If I get too much sleep, which is incredibly rare, I wake up hopeful for something that will never happen. My freedom. If I get too little sleep, I’m crankier and unable to serve my customers.
They started calling the “johns” my “customers” when they turned me out at a young age. A lot of them are more than double, sometimes triple my age, but there’s nothing I can do.
I’ve managed to train my mind into letting me sleep in the car. At least it’s something that I can control and they don’t get that type of control over me.
“Where’s she going after this?” Big Tony asks Two Face.
He snarls as he opens my car door. I jump at the feel of his cold and abusive fingertips on my body. “This little tart’s going to some random guy who’s out here for the night. I don’t know much more than that.”
Another customer? I’ve serviced three tonight! My body can’t handle any more than the three I’ve already had tonight. The last one is the one who truly wrecked me for anything more tonight. He was a r
ough guy who slapped me around and then forced himself onto me too many times.
Even though they’ve paid for my services, I consider it a “one-and-done” type of thing. You get one time, and that’s it. He didn’t appreciate it.
I fight the urge to kick Two Face as he drags me out of the backseat of the black sedan. He’s also a sick bastard that would fuck me in all three holes and then put a bullet in my head. Instead, I’m going to fake sleep so I don’t tip them off. Maybe if they think I’m sleeping, they will tell me more about this next customer.
“Who’s this guy we’re dropping her off to?” Big Tony asks.
I’m being scooped up by Two Face but the minute I feel the cold air of the November night hit me in the face, he slaps me on the cheek. Hard. “Wake up, little girl. It’s time for you to earn some money.”
I’ve already earned them seven grand tonight. I don’t know how much more they are expecting. I might have been whored out by the mob, but I’m still expensive. I bow my head down to hide my wince from the slap. The last thing I want is for them to see that they’ve hurt me more than they’ve had already.
I want to ask the big questions. The ones that I’ve seared out of my mind in fear of blurting it out in a stupid rage. The questions that determine what my life will be like when I’m freed. If I will ever be freed.
The sweet prick of oblivion is injected in my arm and I feel warm all over. I should have known it was coming, the drugging, that is. I should have known they want to keep me dependent on them so I don’t run. Like I would run. There’s no place for me to go.
I have no family.
My father is the reason why I’m in this mess. Fuck all of them.
A heat floods through my body giving me the sweet bliss that could only come from my only savior. Heroin. Heroin is my only friend. She’s the only one who protects me when I need to be protected.
She’s also the only one I have.
My eyes feel cloudy as the beautiful drug makes her way through my bloodstream. She’s more powerful today.
The more powerful the better. Especially since I’m in a lot of pain. Er, was. I don’t feel anything anymore.
“Listen to what I’m about to say, Elle!” Two Face growls in my face.
My head wobbles to the side at a dangerous level. I try to correct it for fear of what he would do if he thought I wasn’t paying attention. The slap across my face is his idea of waking me up even though he constantly drugs me.
The line of cocaine he forced me to snort all of those years ago was just the beginning to the cocktail of drugs they have been giving me to keep me dependent on them. I greedily accept them in hopes of overdosing. The quicker I overdose, it’s another step closer to dying.
After servicing so many clients, I might as well be dead. I have no feelings in my body.
Two Face and Big Tony hold me up to keep me steady. “You gave her too much! Fuck nut, what are we supposed to do when they start asking us questions about where we got our supply?” Two Face growls and grabs my chin to get me to look at him.
His big birth mark on his face, looks three dimensional to me right now. It floats off of his face and makes me stare at it. He sees me looking at him and he bares his teeth at me to try and get me scared.
“Stupid bitch,” he growls.
I wince to help ease the blow I know is coming, but it doesn’t come.
“I don’t suppose your trying to beat up my lady for the evening,” a deep voice grumbles in the back.
If Two Face and Big Tony were the devils, this must be Satan himself.
Chapter Five: Prince
Making an appointment to see Bella’s sister with the fuckin’ mob, was not something I wanted to do on a Saturday. I had to get my hooks in the girl to get her to trust me.
Looking at the broken girl standing in front of me, I couldn’t imagine leaving her with these assholes. She’s barely a hundred pounds at her five foot seven inch self. This poor woman looks like one powerful gust of wind will knock her down.
“You must be Jimmy,” Two Face shouts with the girl still resting in his hands. Her head wobbles to the side.
She’s on the fuckin’ stuff.
One thing I hate is when women are on that shit and can’t even hold their own head up. I don’t need a woman who’s about to pass out as I fuck her. That’s something I have never needed.
These asshole are lucky I want Elle, or I wouldn’t have given them shit. The customer is always right, and I want my girl to be clean.
“I told you I didn’t want her to be on that shit,” I growl.
Both of the mobsters shrug like I’m the problem. “We want to make sure she’s up to your wants tonight.”
I look at Big Tony. “Give me the girl. Here’s the money,” I hand over a stack of money outside of the motel I reserved for this momentous occasion.
Like I need to pay for sex. I don’t need to pay for something I get regularly.
They shake her a little more to get her to focus on them. Her head moves from left to right. It’s obvious from where I’m standing, they have her hooked on something.
Both of them shake her again, making her head fall from one side to the other. Her eyes are unfocused and unseeing. Or maybe she’s seen too much, and her eyes are blank of all emotion now. Whatever it is, the girl is going to have to go through detox. Bad.
I can feel Fat Cat and Dragon’s eyes on me from the Suburban the club has for times like this. They are making sure I don’t automatically shoot these assholes in front of me. I want to, though. I want to kill them from what they are doing to Elle.
“You better do exactly what he says or I’ll make your life a lot fucking worse,” Two Face barks down at Elle.
Elle nods but her eyes don’t focus at all. I can tell she’s half drugged out of her mind. “All right, enough is enough. Give me the girl so I can get this done,” I bark.
It kills me to have to act like she’s a piece of ass, but I need to get in the room and get this shit going. I don’t need these fuckers to call their friends and tell them The Diablos are here.
They pretty much throw her at me. I barely have enough time to grab her as she’s whacked out on some shit. I wrap my hands around her shoulders and she collapses into my arms. I pull her into my body and hold her to me.
“We’ll be outside to make sure there’s nothing funny going on,” Two Face yells at me.
“Fuck off,” I mutter under my breath.
I drag Elle into the motel room which is propped open with the door jamb. She’s barely awake, slightly snoring in my arms with her head on my shoulder.
“Hiiii,” she mumbles to me.
“Princess, you gotta wake up,” I instruct her.
She shakes her head. “What’s the point? You’re my fourth for the night.”
My dick feels like it’s going to fall off. They drug the chick up, whore her out and then have me be the fourth? Fuck this.
“Get on the bed,” I say.
Elle starts taking her clothes off slowly, trying to not fall over. “Yeah, gimme a minute to take my clothes off.”
I’m leaning against the door, and I can’t help but watch her as she tries to get her clothes off. I need to know how badly I’m going to kill these fuckers. Every single one of these Italians are going to die a horrible fucking death for doing this to Elle. She doesn’t deserve this at all.
As she raises the fabric of the halter top, I examine her skin. Her skin is stretched over her bones, blue and black with deep purple bruises take over her abdomen. If she wasn’t so bruised, I might have gotten a little hard from looking at her tits.
I’m not into banging bitches that are used as punching bags.
“Princess, what the fuck happened?” I grumble under my breath.
Her body, including her breasts, are covered in burn marks, lashes, welts and bruises. Someone’s going to fucking die.
Someone’s going to die fucking hardcore for this.
The woman barely has enough
strength to stand in front of me. I want to go up to her, hold her to my body again and shield her from everything that’s happened to her. She needs me.
She needs The Diablos.
What she also needs is to be detoxed from this shit.
“Stop!” I blurt without meaning to.
She stumbles, falling onto the bed. “You don’t like it?” She mumbles, barely able to ask a question.
“No,” I reply with more malice than I intended to give.
