Page 48 of The Wicked
“Your boss? Me?” I asked to be sure.
“Yes, follow me.”
“Talk about a change of fucking plans. Zahra, you know what to do; Milk, remain in position until I tell you to move,”Dog said, and I suppressed a groan.
Milk nodded to me with an encouraging smile, handing me her purse, where the device was, and I followed the man, who’d already turned.
“Upper, Devil, you’re clear,” Dog informed.
“The elevators?”Upper asked.
“Zahra can’t fuck it up; I need Milk’s eyes on her. Leave the elevator part to me; I’ll handle it,” Dog said.
“What do you mean, you’ll handle it,”Devil asked.
“Just trust me.”
The man led me up a set of stairs, and I spotted Dion and some of his men. They were seated on a long red curved-edged couch, women flanking them.
Dion directed his crooked smile at me, and I wanted to carve his lips from his face. I’d never seen or known a more shameless fifty-three-year-old man in my entire existence; sure, I’d encountered older men with sicker minds, but Dion… Dion was one sick motherfucker, and I wished I were here alone, I wished everyone I considered family weren’t somewhere around this damn club; I’d have been able to carve out that mouth and shove it down his throat.
“Come here, doll.” He tapped his lap.
No way in fucking hell.
“I’ve got eyes on you. Do whatever he says,”Dog said.
“Okay, Zahra, I need you close to his phone,”Upper said.
“Don’t worry, you’re good. He’ll touch you, but he won’t rush. Smile,”Milk encouraged.
Fuck.
I let out a breath, allowing a small, timid smile to slip onto my lips as I complied, walking to him and sitting on his lap.
“Ah, you are pretty, like a fine flower.”
“Run your fingers through his hair, and thank him,” Milk said.
My jaw clenched, but I did as instructed, leaning more into him and sliding my finger into his oily salt-and-pepper hair. “Thank you.”
“Yes.” His rough hand squeezed my upper thigh, and I wanted to gag as unwanted flashes plagued my mind.
I’m too fucking sober for this.
Almost like he heard my thoughts, he brought his stubbled face to my neck, breathing me in as he pressed a kiss to my flesh. “Would you like to loosen up, baby?”
“Say you’re fine,”Milk said, but I did the complete opposite.
“Sure, what do you have?”
“Stall him; I’m in, and we have just twenty percent left to get all we need from his phone. It slowed for some reason,”Upper said.
“Oh, I have magic, baby.” Dion reached inside his suit jacket. He brought out a small packet of blue capsules and shuffled one out. “Open up.”
“Don’t swallow,”Devil warned.
I leaned forward, allowing him to put the pill in my mouth.
