Page 35 of Vicious Punks
“Move your ass to the right for a second,” I say and enjoy her groan as she shifts her body to the right, not bothering to cover herself.
I stroke a hand up and down her hip absentminded as I pull open a few drawers of the desk until I find what I’m looking for. Holding the flash drive up, I plug it into the computer and wait until all the files are downloaded. I’m going to find out what Franco is hiding, it’s come to this point. He used to say family is everything, but I think he cares more about himself than anything else these days. Pocketing the flash drive, I turn back to Tillie to see her looking at me in question. She starts to close her legs when I don’t answer but the palm of my hand stops her from moving.
“I’m not done. We have about ten minutes before we have to leave, and I’m a man who does everything to the fullest.” I stand up, leaning over her body as she sits up, looking confused. “You didn’t squirt for me and that won’t do. You're going to squirt all over the place and clean it up with that naughty mouth of yours. Do as I say, baby girl, and you’ll be rewarded.” I glide my thumb over her bottom lip as her mouth pops open in shock and her body flushes hotly under mine.
Like I said, I always rise to the top by being the best. Can’t back out on my reputation now.
Franco
“Chief, that journalist is here to see you… again.” Rose, my secretary, peeks her head through my door with a mocking smirk.
She knows how much I hate reporters and gains pleasure in my misery. Rose doesn’t know who exactly I am, but I’m almost positive she suspects I’m corrupt, like most of the detectives in the precinct. My crimes don’t stop with just me, I’ve blackmailed some powerful people to do my bidding but evil spreads far and wide. I didn’t even have to put in any effort to get people to see my point of view. The way I use my status for handling the drugs coming in and out of my city, it’s become too easy. I’m the man, set out to be the villain in my city behind closed doors, but yet here I sit, in this chair meant for someone who cares about his citizens. I should be the man behind the bars, instead, but here I am. I’ll always protect my family, but I’ll place myself first before anyone else. I’m too invested in this lifestyle to go down.
“Tell her I’m busy.” I wave my hand as my phone rings, dismissing her.
She rolls her eyes and disappears, giving me the privacy to take this call without being overheard. Turning in my office chair, I look out the window with my feet propped up on the windowsill.
“Jin. You know better than to call me while I’m at work,” I remind him, rubbing the bridge of my nose because I know what’s coming.
“No one would dare think to cross you, Franco. I’m calling to let you know I’ve met the girl. She would work perfectly for the next shipment, selling for a pretty penny. I could do it, you know, take her away and she won’t be a problem anymore. I’m moving the girls out tonight,” Jin says in a mellow tone of voice, knowing he’s serious.
He’s been trying to get me into human trafficking for years now, and I think I’ll finally agree. With the missing shipments of cocaine and my counterfeit money being stolen, it wouldn’t hurt to dip my hands into selling whores.
“Why sell the girl when you can just hand her back over to the Demon Jokers? I heard they are looking for her, she’s a special prize to the motorcycle club and I wouldn’t mind negotiating terms for a trade. Her for money,” I suggest, liking the idea because I need her out of my house, away from me before I give in to her.
The temptation is too strong, wanting to touch her smooth, tan, young skin. To have her big innocent-looking eyes locked on mine with adoration, just like Helen used to. Tillie needs someone like me, to guide her in this world, where evil lurks at every corner. I could teach her the ways of the world while having her youthful body by my side every night, under me. Begging for more as her perky breasts bounce when I thrust into her, showing her how a real man fucks. Diana won’t utter a word, she knows better. Tillie may be her daughter, but she hasn’t been in her life since she was born. There isn’t love there. I will keep giving Diana my credit card, be the husband she wants in public, but if I use her daughter, she’ll turn a blind eye. My wife is a good actress, the crocodile tears almost fooled me, but she loves money more. She needs this lifestyle that she feels safe in.
“It seems the boys have become interested in her. I thought my son would know by now to never let a cunt lead him around but he never learns. Get rid of her while you can, she’s a weakness,” Jin says in a sinister voice, thinking all women are beneath him.
I picture her in a cage, one big enough to fit a dog, her innocent eyes dulling as hope washes away. Her gaze fading while she lays in her own blood and vomit, slowly dying from being passed around, man to man, using her body for their pleasure. Jin doesn’t know that Tillie is the Demon Jokers president's daughter, and I’m keeping that little bit of information to myself for now. Jin helped me in a time of need but that doesn’t mean I trust him. I trust no one.
“I’ll think about it. Tillie may have run from the Demon Jokers, but the girl can be under my care for now. I think I’ll use her then discard her when the time is right.” My brows furrow as I hear something drop behind me and I spin in my chair to see Elle, the annoying journalist from Los Angeles Times, bending down by the doorway to pick up the pen she dropped.
“I’ll call you later. I might have a package for you, sooner than later.” I eye up Elle, as I hang up on Jin without waiting for a reply, wondering how much she overheard.
“Mr. Russo, I’m glad we can finally have an interview.” Elle forces a smile and steps forward, extending her hand across my desk.
“I’m quite busy as I had my secretary inform you.” Standing up, I button my jacket and stride towards her.
She backs up a step as I lean close to her, almost tripping on her high heels, but scowls as I reach around her to open the door with a hand gesture for her to go first.
“Mr. Russo, I would just like to ask a few questions about the rumors of corruption going on in your department.” She starts to grab a recorder out of her purse but I stop her by grabbing her wrist.
“Set up an interview first with my secretary.” I grip her wrist tighter then let her go as I walk away, before turning to look over my shoulder. “No recorder though.”
She throws her hands in the air in frustration and stomps over to Rose, to no doubt set up an interview that I’ll never allow. Maybe it’s time to take care of the fucking journalist, she’s been pestering Logan for years.
I’ll have her swimming with the fish in no time, or maybe I’ll just sell her to Jin.
Decisions, decisions.
Tillie
Iwalked through school in a daze on and off all day, not hearing a word, and faces were a blur. It’s all because of that arrogant jerk! The guys are slowly trying to kill me, torturing my body until I hardly recognize myself. When Logan uses that mouth of his, I either want to slap it shut at whatever spills out of it, or I could just sit on his face while he gives me the sweetest torture. Just that thought alone makes me whimper, my eyes filling with tears. I want more. I want more of Dalton’s gruffness, the way he promises revenge for me as he brings me to ecstasy. The silent way Nicky stares at me, like he’s stripping me bare with his gaze alone, planning more ways to give me pleasure and pain. I’ve thought of ways for him to place me over his knee again, he’ll be seeing more sass from me in the near future. Don’t even get me started on Tey, he unleashed something inside of me that’s been boiling for years. I can see him by my side for a long time, just being his crazy self as he encourages me to let all my crazy out.
Sigh.
What is wrong with me? I hate them, but for some reason I can’t help wanting to be closer to them. How I picture it is, when you have a stare down with a poisonous snake, they tell you to not run. To hold still and it won’t attack, but your brain says fuck it. We are running, fuck the consequences. That’s how I feel, staring down at a rattlesnake, waiting for it to bite me.
