Page 20 of Unchained
I opened my door and rounded the car as she slid across the seat. Rain pelleted my face, but the cold wetness helped cool the heat building in my crotch. I wanted to fuck both girls, but it had to wait. Things were being orchestrated by Veronica, and I needed to know why. Chrissy and Stephanie were nothing more than her minions, who were sent out to fuck some stranger. I wanted to hold the neck of the woman in charge.
“Either of you going to tell me what the hell is going on?”
Stephanie rolled her head toward me. “We can’t tell you.”
“Just do what you’re told to do, and you may make it out of this alive,” Chrissy said. “We don’t know why she chose you, but trust us, she’s not to be fucked with.”
“I’ve handled much worse than her.”
“That’s just it, Deacon, you haven’t. You’ve never experienced anything or anyone like Veronica.”
“She doesn’t have her claws into me the way she has them into you. I’m going to find out why she brought me here.” I drove forward and circled back around, heading in the direction we’d originally been going. What kind of mind fuck was Veronica doing to these people?
We drove for several minutes, Chrissy giving me directions, Stephanie mumbling something I couldn’t understand. Chrissy kept telling her to shut up, but Stephanie was too headstrong to listen. Minutes later, we pulled into the drive of the largest mansion on the island.
A streak of lightning lit up the sky, blue and white illuminating dark clouds. A palm branch flew across the front of the car, and the two girls screamed. I didn’t have time for their shit, so I got out and walked to the front door alone, or alone for as long as it took them to catch up. They were taking their assignment seriously.
“You go in there alone, and you’re a fucking dead man,” Chrissy said. “You need us with you.”
When we entered, I understood why she said what she said. Two guards stood just inside the door, each holding an Uzi. The two men looked me over. I didn’t know if they were sizing me up for a fight or just pissed I looked better than they did. If they wanted a fight, I didn’t mind obliging them.
“Arms up,” the largest of the two men said. He watched as the second man patted me down. “Name?”
“Deacon O’Neil.”
The men glanced at each other, and then the larger man tapped the screen on the Ipad he had in his right hand. He then nodded at the other man, and the two moved aside.
I looked back to find the two eyeing me. In my gut, I knew we’d be meeting again.
The house was pretty much empty despite all the cars out front. “I know we’re not alone.”
Stephanie put her arm around mine. “Be careful what you say to people here. Most of them make five times what you do. The rest of us are here to please them.”
“I’m not here to please anyone.” I removed Stephanie’s arm from mine and stepped away from the two girls. “Where the fuck is she?”
“Downstairs,” Chrissy said. “You so much as look at her the wrong way, and her security will be fucking you on the floor with their guns. The shit is brutal here, Deacon, don’t fuck up.”
A man carrying a tray of drinks approached, and each of us took a glass. Music from below thumped against my feet. “What’s going on downstairs?”
“The party.” Stephanie downed her drink in one long gulp and grabbed another when a different guy carrying a tray of drinks passed by. “When she finds out what happened in the car, we will all be in trouble.”
“I don’t answer to her,” I said and placed my empty glass on a table next to me. I looked around the room, at the paintings, at the sculptures, and at the expensive furniture. If the house didn’t belong to Veronica, it showed she was very well connected.
“You three should be downstairs.” The larger of the two guards put his hand on my shoulder. “That includes you.”
“We’re going.” Stephanie slipped her hand in mine and started walking Chrissy and me toward a back room. I glanced back at the man, but he’d already returned to the front door.
“What the fuck is going on?” I pulled both girls into a side hallway and urged them into a dark, empty room.
“Don’t go down there.”
“Stephanie, don’t. You’re gonna get us killed.”
“He needs to know, Chrissy!”
I threw up my hands. “What the hell is happening!?”
Something poked me in the back, and Mr. Large Guard spoke. “This is the last time, assholes. Down the steps now. There won’t be a third request.”
