“I wouldn’t let you touch me with that diseased infested dick, you fucking bastard. You repulse me.”
Guerrilla stood up, pushing his pelvis in my face. “Maybe I have time to take you for a little spin. Figure out if my fantasies were worth all the babies I destroyed while masturbating to the naked pictures I took of you in the shower.”
A wave of disgust overwhelmed me as I pictured Guerrilla taking pictures of me when I wasn’t looking.
“Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll still have your pictures to keep me company after you’re gone.” Guerrilla pulled back, his slimy smile disappearing. “You better dispose of her damn body after you’re done. No evidence. Get rid of it all. This bitch deserves to disappear and never be found.”
“You’re not going to get away with this, Guerrilla. My brother and Specter will come after you. They won’t sleep until you’re dead body is lying cold and lifeless at their feet.”
Guerrilla smirked. “They can try, Faithy, but once I disappear nobody’s going to find me, and I’m going to take My Little Dragon Chaser with me. She’s fun to play with. Might even dump my seed in her so I can start a little Switchblade army.”
“You’re sick.”
Guerrilla laughed. “Honey, I’m not sick, I’m a fucking God. There’s nobody that can take this Guerrilla down.” He turned and faced Marco, moving away from me. “Take care of yourself, Little Brother. Do me a favor and give this bitch a good pounding, I want at least one of us to get a spin before you kill her.
“Oh, don’t worry, Guerrilla, I got plans for this little cock tease. By the time I’m done with her, she’ll be begging for me to stop, but I’m not stopping until her pussy’s bleeding and drenched in my cum. Now get the fuck out of here and go before they seek you out. Take your fucking drug addict with you. I don’t need any fucking snitches hanging around.”
Guerrilla grabbed Daisy by the arm. “Come on, Daisy. Daddy’s got plans for you.”
“Daisy!” I screamed, wishing there wasn’t so much fear in her eyes as Guerrilla manhandled her out the door. “Don’t hurt her!”
Marco laughed, putting his knife to my throat. “You should be more worried about yourself, Queenie. Your friend will be alive a lot longer than you will be.” He pulled away and looked at the corner of the room. “I think it’s time we play with our toy, baby. Do you want to do the honors, or shall I go first?”
The other person that had walked into the room but hadn’t said a word since Marco walked through the door, emerged out of the darkness.
Angelique.
She grinned evilly at me. “Let me go first, Marco. This bitch owes me for almost getting me raped by the club that one night.” She walked casually over to me and straddled me. “How’s it feel now, Queenie? How does it feel to be helpless and not to have Diego to back up your little pathetic plays of power? You’re mine now, Puta, and I’m going to strip you down piece by piece, robbing you of your power just like you did to me.” She stood up a little and unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her full tits.
“Suck it in, bitch.”
I glared at her. “I’m not putting anything of yours anywhere near my mouth.”
She slapped me. Her diamond ring cutting into the skin of my cheek. “I said fucking suck my tits.”
“No.”
Her slap was harder this time, sending my head flying to the left. I could feel my cheek bleeding. That bitch purposely turned her ring around so it would cut me.
Marco moved in behind her. His movement was swift, and I didn’t know what was happening until his blade plunged into my leg. I screamed out as he twisted the blade even deeper into my flesh, creating a hellacious pain that moved through my whole body.
“When my Old Lady says suck her tits, you fucking suck her tits.” As Marco said the words, Diego’s voice repeated them in my brain. Was this punishment for my sins? For what I did to all the women who dared to defy me?
Angelique moved closer, her nipple brushing against my lips. When I didn’t immediately obey, Marco moved the knife again, and I cried out, until Angelique’s breast was shoved into my mouth.
“That’s right bitch, suck my tits, and when you’re done, you can give momma a kiss.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Specter
“Anything?” I asked, pacing back and forth behind Cipher as he typed away on his keyboard.
“Will you fucking cool it?” Cipher asked. “I can’t work under this kind of pressure.”
“Back off, Prospect,” Switchblade seethed. Scythe had called in one of the clubs many friends, a female doctor, pretty as all hell, to come in and clean up the club. She had already tended to Obi and Scythe, now she had Switchblade on a table, his leg pinned down by some straps.
“This is going to hurt,” she told him, her long red hair hanging down in front of her face. She handed Scythe a belt so he could put it between Switchblade’s teeth. “Bite on that.”
The doctor had some long tweezer things in her hand, and she stuck them into Switchblade’s leg. He growled loudly. It took Riptide, Jagger, and Scythe to hold him down.
“There, the bullet is out now.” She looked over at Scythe and smiled. “I’ll stitch this up and he’ll be back to his normal asshole self in no time.”
Switchblade glared at her, removing the belt from his mouth.
“Don’t be a bitch, Shayne. Get over it. Shit happened like ten years ago and you act like it happened yesterday.”
Shayne, why does that name sound so familiar? I studied her face and the way she kept scowling at Switchblade. Then it fucking hit me. Shayne! Switchblade’s high school girlfriend. Damn, she definitely had filled out over the years.
“You left me at the altar to fuck a club whore, Curtis. What the hell do you expect me to act like? I ain’t kissing your damn feet and pretending you’re not a fucking cheating asshole. You’re still the same selfish prick you were back then.”
I swear I saw a hint of guilt and hurt in Switchblade’s eyes, but it vanished the second he caught me staring at him. That man shows no weakness.
“You knew what you were getting into the second you said yes, Shayne. So, drop this holier than thou act. You’re not as angelic as you pretend to be. I know what you did. I caught you red-handed.”
She looked up at him, eyes dancing with as much venom as her mouth. “And she was ten times the lover than you ever were.”
The whole room stopped what they were doing. Cipher whipped around to look at Switchblade. Scythe’s mouth dropped open, while Riptide and Jagger started giggling like assholes.
I kinda felt bad for Switchblade in that moment. No man wants to hear that a woman could do a better job than he did in pleasing his fiancée.
“Fuck you, Shayne.” He tried to get up, but she wasn’t done patching him up.
“Just hold still. I’m going to sew you up, then you can go off and pout like a three-year-old.”
She stuck the needle in his leg, but he was too pissed off to make a sound. Whatever she said hit a nerve, and now he was pretending to be more of a man than he actually was. Every time the needle pierced his flesh, his eyes scrunched together in pain.