I gasped. “Switchblade’s your son?”
“It amazes me that nobody sees the family resemblance—not even Switchblade himself. That’s right. I’m that asshole’s daddy. I knocked up his whore of a mother almost thirty years ago and told her to keep her bitch-ass mouth shut about it. She was so addicted to meth that it didn’t take much to keep her quiet. She’s just like my dragon chaser over there; her addictions make her do what I want. I can bend each of them to my will, and they obey like the little drug hungry bitches they are. Hell, the only reason Switchblade’s mom ended up pregnant in the first place is because that slut exchanged ass for drugs, and I got sloppy.” Guerrilla smiled proudly. “I shoulda wrapped my dick before sticking it up in her, but I have to admit, Switchblade’s been a welcomed surprise. He’s as bad as I am, and that makes this papa proud. I molded that asshole from the ground up. Bred him to hate, just like his dear ol’ dad. He just didn’t fucking know that’s what I was doing. I’m a fucking master at what I do, but nobody appreciates me. All the shit I’ve done for this club and my brothers, it’s the only thing that keeps the club going. Shit would've fallen apart if it wasn’t for me.”
“You’re wrong. My brother is a good president, he takes after my dad. Both are great leaders, you’re just a piece of shit bottom feeder that sucks people dry and murders the innocent.”
“Midas was not fucking innocent. He had things I wanted. He had Dutch and your brother’s love. He had you and I knew that my son wanted you. He had everything. He was the golden boy everyone looked up to, and I was tired of standing in his ginormous shadow. That fat bastard didn’t deserve to be moved up before me, and I fucking made sure he didn’t. What I didn’t expect was for that motherfucker to dig himself out of the grave I dropped him in and show the fuck back up seven years later as a completely different person. He thinks I don’t know who the fuck he is, but when that bastard shook my hand and slid in that sly threat, I knew. I could see the hostility in his eyes. It was almost laughable. That fucker thinks he can take on a Guerrilla, and he’s dead wrong. Next time I see Midas, I’m going to finish what I started seven years ago and bury his body so it’ll never rise out of the ground again.”
“How did you figure it out?”
“How did you not? It was kinda comical to see you falling all over him without even realizing how deceitful he was being. Seven years he left you alone, Faith. Seven years he made you think he was dead, and now he just shows up out of nowhere and thinks he can make things right again? Fuck him. That bastard should’ve stayed dead.”
As much as it hurt to hear Guerrilla say these things, it was all true. Why did Midas leave me? Why didn’t he come back for me? Why all the lies and deceit? Did he even love me in the first place? Was it all a lie?
Guerrilla’s smile slithered across his face like a venomous asp stalking its prey. “That’s right, Faith. Think long and hard about it. The man you loved abandoned you, then decides out of nowhere, to show back up in your life pretending to be someone else. He lied to you. He used you. He fucking betrayed you.”
I pulled at the binds on my arms and tried to lunge at Guerrilla. “Fuck you, Guerrilla. Midas loves me! He must’ve had his reasons for staying away. Don’t you dare talk about him like he’s some criminal scum, that’s your job!”
Guerrilla sneered. “And that’s a job I take pride in, Sweetheart.”
Someone knocked on a door. The sound came from my left. Guerrilla’s sneer spread even wider. “Our time is up, my dear. Your buyers are here. Daisy, open the fucking door for our guests.”
Daisy reluctantly rose to her feet and walked across the dark room. She opened the door and moved aside so two people could walk in.
“You did good today, Brother.” A voice called out. “Can’t believe Mom called you the family fuck up. That shit went down perfectly.”
“I told you it would, Little Brother.”
“It would’ve gone so much better if this little tease hadn’t gotten into Diego’s head. She fucked everything up.” The figure stood just outside the light. I could feel him staring at me, and I knew his voice, too, but I couldn’t place it.
“She fucks everything up. She’s a little fuck-up aren’t you, Faithy.” Guerrilla ruffled my hair, and I lunged at him again, barely moving. “What do you plan on doing with her, Marco?”
Marco? My buyer was fucking Marco?
He stepped into the light and crouched down in front of me, holding a knife in his hand. “This little bitch has a big ass mouth on her, and I’m going to teach her a fucking lesson for thinking she’s hot shit when she’s nothing more than a piece of ass that Diego occasionally fucked. I don’t know what he ever saw in you, but I’m going to find out if that pussy’s made of gold or something, because after I tear up your snatch with my dick, I’m gonna have fun taking you apart piece by beautiful piece.” He ran the knife against my cheek, the cold metal slicing away the fine peach fuzz on my cheeks.
I spit in his face. “Don’t fucking touch me.”
Marco wiped the spit out of his eye and backhanded me, snapping my head to the side.
“You stupid fucking bitch. Diego’s not here to save you anymore. So, don’t try pulling that queen shit on me. I can see right through your fake exterior. You’re no queen, you’re nothing more than a frightened whore. I’m going to love tearing you apart from the inside out.” He licked the side of my cheek, and I shuddered. “When I’m done with you, I’ll mail your body parts to your brother and daddy. I’m sure they’ll love getting my little packages after I send them off. They’ll collect each one, hoping I send out the rest of your body. Eventually I’ll send them all your pieces, but I think I’ll hang onto this head the longest. It’ll be fun sticking my cock in that big ass mouth of yours. I kinda like these lips, and I bet they’d look so pretty wrapped around my cock, even if they’re cold and unmoving.”
My stomach turned and I was tempted to spit in his face again, but my face was throbbing, and I didn’t think I could take another hit. I wasn’t going to go down without a fight, and I wanted to remain conscious, nobody was going to touch me without me fighting back first.
“What do you want as payment, brother?” Marco asked, looking over at Guerrilla who was standing in the shadows.
“Safety. I need to go underground for a bit. I’m sure the club already knows that I betrayed them, and I won’t be able to go back. Can you help me disappear?”
Marco looked deep in thought. “Consider it done. Go outside and tell Taco that you’re seeking safe haven. He’ll know what that means. You sure you don’t want money or anything?”
“My businesses keep my pockets filled. Fat men in business suits love them some young pussy, and my pussy is young, tight and fresh.”
God, he was fucking disgusting. Someone needed to stop him!
“I just need protection, Marco. She’s the princess of the Armada, and once they realize I betrayed them, they’re gonna come after me. Make sure you take care of this bitch soon. The Armada has some pretty smart members and it won’t be long before they figure out that she’s gone and come looking. She needs to be dead before they do that. She’s got a fucking big ass mouth on her and I don’t need her spilling all my secrets.” Guerrilla ran a greasy hand across my face. “You don’t know how many nights I went to bed pumping my cock thinking about you, Faithy.” He grabbed my breasts and gave my breast a menacing squeeze. “The second you grew these pretty tits, and started bleeding between your legs, I wanted to dip my dick in ya and stretch you the fuck out. Nothing better than sticking my fat cock in some virgin, young pussy. But alas, you were too protected. Your dad and brother wouldn’t let me near you, and if I had time right now, I’d be the one tearing up your pussy and dismantling all these pretty features.”