Page 144 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
“Do you three have anything to say in your defense?” The judge turned to look at three girls standing on three raised platforms in front of him. They were all in sexy little orange jumpsuits and heels.
“Yes,” one of the girls said. “We were smuggling camera equipment in. But Orlando Jackson asked us to do it. He said they wanted to test out Club Onyx as a possible filming location for a futuristic sex club in the next Supernova Six movie.”
Ah!Chastity was going to be so excited that Orlando Jackson joined. And maybe I was a little excited too. Ever since Rob’s VR prank I’d had to press my thighs together any time I saw a Supernova Six poster. Which was annoying, because those posters were freaking everywhere.
The judge nodded. “Orlando Jackson will answer for his crimes as well. But his involvement does not make you innocent. Given these facts, I have no choice but to find you guilty of conspiracy to commit illegal filming inside Club Onyx. The punishment for this is…”
“Let us fuck her!” yelled a guy behind bars on the side of the courtroom. I assumed he and his friends were awaiting their turns in front of the judge.
The judge banged his gavel to get order. “I sentence you three to death. Officer Ironside, if you please…”
What?!
Dr. Lyons got out of the witness box, pulled out his gun, and aimed it at the first girl.
Holy shit! What kind of fucked up place is this?!
He pulled the trigger. There was a super loud noise. But instead of blood, the floor beneath the girl opened and she fell through. The same thing happened to the other two when Dr. Lyons shot them.
Dr. Lyons casually holstered his pistol and turned toward me. “Oh, hey, Ash. Welcome to the Club Onyx Jail.”
“Did you just kill those three women?!”
“No. We call it death, but only because it’s the end of their night at Club Onyx. They just went on a 60-story waterslide into a pool by the lobby.”
“Oh, wow. That actually sounds kinda fun.”
“It is. So you’re here to free Tanner?”
Before I could answer, an alarm started blaring and red lights started flashing. And then it went completely dark.
“Ah! What is happening?”
“It’s the prison break alarm. But it’s probably just a drill…” He turned his flashlight on.
I saw three guys in orange jumpsuits running towards him for a split second, but then Dr. Lyons’ flashlight went out.
I screamed at the top of my lungs as someone threw a bag over my head. And then I was picked up over someone’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried somewhere.
I tried to kick and move my arms to hit the guy, but I couldn’t do anything against the muscular prisoner who’d snatched me. I tried to pay attention to where he was carrying me so I could recount it to the police when I escaped and found a phone. Maybe we were going up a few stairs?
He tossed me down and tore the bag off my head. It took me a second for my eyes to adjust to the light. But I was sittingin a chair in the witness box. And Angel was now seated at the judge’s bench. He was still in his jumpsuit, but he was now wearing an old-fashioned powdered wig like he was a judge in colonial Britain.
Diablo jumped up onto the judge’s desk in front of Angel. He nearly knocked the gavel off with his feet as he stretched out and turned to me. “Thanks for coming to save us. Which one of us do you want to fuck you first?”
Angel hit him with the gavel. “Don’t listen to him. What he means to say is thank you so much for flirting with us so the guard would get close enough for us to steal his keycard. We are in your debt. And to show our thanks…we’re going to help you solve a problem.” He pointed in front of him.
I looked out into the courtroom. In place of the three girls from before, the circular platforms were now occupied by Tanner, Cole, and Dr. Lyons. Tanner and Cole were in matching orange jumpsuits, while Dr. Lyons was still in his police uniform. But all three of them were handcuffed.
There was something about Tanner in that jumpsuit that did things to me. He looked like such a bad boy. I crossed my legs.
Tanner glared at Angel. And then he snapped, but nothing happened. Ghazi must have been blocking his magic again.
“What problem are you going to help me solve?” I asked.
“Your love square,” said Angel.
Diablo nodded. “We’ve been trying to figure out why you haven’t fucked us yet. And the only thing I can come up with is that you already have too many men on your plate. A love square is a lot. But a love hexagon? That’s just too much for a sweet girl such as yourself to deal with.”
