Page 41 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

When her eyes came back to me, they didn’t move. She was stuck, staring at me like I was the devil. There was no hatred in her eyes, just fear. And suddenly what Darry wanted to do to her didn’t bother me anymore. She might look similar to Nova, but she wasn’t that similar.

“You’re Giovanni Mancini.”

And you’re a poor substitute for who I want, but I suppose you’ll do.

“So?” Was there a point to her statement?

“Your dad owns this place.”

Again, “So?”

I could hear the hope in her tone. “You could get me out of here.”

My chest huffed with a snort. “Why the fuck would I do that?”

Her entire body instantly tensed.

I didn’t say another word. I just sat there, staring and hating how she chewed on the corner of her lip. It was all wrong. There was no anger pulling on her expression, or smart ass remark flying out of her mouth. Just nervous twitches and scared shivers. I bet she wouldn’t even fight back. Pathetic.

“Calm down, Sweetheart.” Atlee tucked a lock of chestnut hair behind her ear. “We won’t hurt you.”

Like hell we wouldn’t.

“Yeah.” Darry patted the leather seat of the booth, “We don’t bite.”

That was a bold faced lie, and not one she was falling for.

June took a hesitant step back, which was when my resolve snapped.

“He told you to sit the fuck down!”

She squeaked and jumped, then looked over at Atlee, probably for help.

She was looking in the wrong place.

Atlee flashed her his perfect white teeth and said, “What the fuck did you think was gonna happen?”

He had a point. Look where she was. Some chick was getting railed by two men less than ten feet away, and two tables from that was another swallowing a cock. Honestly, I was surprised someone hadn’t already gotten his hands on her. That innocent look on her face called to the twisted fucks that came here.

June only had two options. Suck it up and take what was coming, or run. She chose the wrong one.

Spinning around, June made a mad dash in the other direction. And she might’ve made it more than two feet if Atlee didn’t reach out and seize a fistful of her hair. One yank later, and June was slammed back on the table. It was nothing but feral madness and lashing out after that.

June shook her head and screamed while Atlee flicked open a pocket knife to cut off her panties. She might’ve tried to fight him off if she wasn’t too busy trying to slap Darry’s hands away from the flimsy white teddy she was wearing.

Between the two of them they had her stripped bare in point three seconds flat. After which she was flipped onto her stomach, causing the glasses on the table to clatter on the floor.

Darry grabbed her arms, holding her in place, then growled in her ear. “Keep it up and Atlee’s gonna fuck you with that knife.”

To reiterate the point, Atlee stabbed the tip of the blade down into the table next to her face.

June stilled instantly.

Her tears however, continued to fall. I watched those drops of misery glide down her cheek and splat on the table. Each one stirred my cock a little more.

“That’s better.” Atlee took a half a step back to admire her splayed out for him. “Look at that ass.”

I felt the smack he delivered to her backside, but unlike June who begged him to stop, I wanted him to keep going.

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