Page 112 of Going for Gold (Sweet Cravings 3)

"Hmmm..." I tapped my finger against my lips. "I think I can arrange the fucking of you. Giovanna, what do you think?"

"Yeah, let's fuck him," agreed Giovanna.

"How should we fuck him?"

"Cow girl?" suggested Giovanna.

"I had something else in mind for the fucking. What if we take all his money?" I watched as his smug fucking smile changed into confusion.

Giovanna shrugged. "Okay."

"What?" asked Rodrigo. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"We're fucking you, just like you wanted," I said, jumping onto the bed and frisking his pockets. He squirmed and twisted and tried to free himself from his bonds, but to no avail. I quickly found the betting ticket which was now worth millions.

"You fucking bitches," yelled Rodrigo. "I'll fucking kill you for this."

"I know," I said. "I've seen you nearly kill girls for sucking your tiny cock wrong, so I have no doubt you'd kill me for this that I am doing. But you know what? I'm fucking tired of your shit, Rodrigo. I'm tired of going to the club all the nights and doing whatever the fuck you want me to do. You act like you're the hot shit, but no one gives a shit about you and your filthy fucking club. Without this ticket," I waved the ticket in his face, "you are nothing."

Rage flashed across Rodrigo's face, but it quickly turned to a gentle smile. "Come on, girls. You really think I'd win this much money and not share a piece with you? You girls mean everything to me. I was going to make you both live like queens. And I still will if you let me out of these cuffs. We can pretend like this never happened."

I laughed. "Bullshit. The second I let you free, you'll kill the both of us."

"I would never hurt you," said Rodrigo.

"I wish that were true, but you've been hurting us ever since the day we met. Maybe it's time we returned the favor of the hurt." I pushed Rodrigo's sports coat to the side and unholstered his silenced pistol.

"What, now you're going to shoot me?" scoffed Rodrigo. "Come on, just untie me before you hurt yourself."

I slid off the bed and pressed the barrel of the gun against his penis. What was left of his erection from earlier immediately wilted under the cold sting of the metal barrel and the threat of his manhood being blown to bits. He tried to look confident, but I could see the fear on his face. I knew that look so well from all the times I had looked in the mirror at the club. The look only intensified as I took off the safety and put my finger on the trigger.

Rodrigo squirmed to try to get his penis to safety.

"Quit the movement or my finger might slip," I cautioned.

Rodrigo went still. "Don't do this, Isadora. Just take the ticket. Take the money. Just don't shoot me in the nuts."

I smiled. I wasn't a cruel person, but there was something so sweet about seeing the man who had tormented me for all these years being reduced to a groveling little bitch. "I'm going to ask a question for you, Rodrigo. I want you to think very carefully about your answer. If you get it wrong, you won't very much like the result. Understand?"

"Yes," he said.

"If our roles were the reverse, if someone had hurt you the way you hurt us, would you pull the gun trigger?"

Rodrigo hesitated for a second and then answered, "Yes."

I nodded and took my finger off the trigger. I knew I would never get a genuine apology out of him, but him admitting that he'd hurt us enough to deserve to be shot in the dick felt almost as good. "Let's go, Giovanna. We have a ticket to cash."

Rodrigo let out a sigh of relief as we zipped up our cat suits and walked towards the door.

If Rodrigo had only wronged me, I probably would have kept walking. But he hadn't. He left death and destruction in his wake wherever he went. Minutes ago, he had caused some poor girl to get gangbanged on stage and almost paid Vitor to carry out a hit on some random girl. If I walked out that door, it would only be a matter of time before some other girl took my place under his iron backhand. And I couldn't allow that to happen.

Before opening the door, I turned around, aimed the pistol, and redecorated the backboard of the bed with Rodrigo's brain. I was finally free.

Chapter 50

Sunday

Alina

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