Hector sat on the couch, his pants still unzipped, shirt hanging out. He nodded toward me.
"Come. Crawl to me and kneel between my legs. Let me show my nephew what we do here."
He told the kid to sit down as well, which he did, still stunned at seeing me. "Pull your cock out." Hector ordered. "She's going to suck us both off."
His nephew nervously shifted in his seat, his voice shaky when he spoke. "I don't think this is a good idea, Uncle. She has a very jealous stalker boyfriend.
Fuuuucccck! I am as good as dead now.
Hector looked at me and grinned.
"Tell me about this boyfriend of hers because she has divulged none of that information to me."
Once the chatterbox opened his mouth, he wouldn't shut up. "Well, I know he was a stalker because he told me when I was being punished for trying to kiss her at her place. There were two of them that night. They even contemplated whether to keep me, send me to traffickers or to let me go. They released me, and I never went near her again."
Shit, John and his big mouth!
I could see the storm brewing on Hector's face. Once the idiot saidtraffickers, his eyes turned dark. I lied to him, and he wasn't too happy. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me off my knees. I yelped from the sting on myscalp. John turned pale. His skin was always milky white. I never even knew the kid was fucking half-Mexican.
He doesn't look it.
What are the fucking odds he'd be related to this asshole?
"It looks like you have some explaining to do, green eyes."
He twisted my hair tighter in his fist. I flinched, tears pooling behind my eyes. "If you lie about anything, I will beat your friend unrecognizable, then I will sell her as is. Do you fucking understand me?"
I nodded. There was no way out of it this time. Becca would not suffer because of me. He summoned the guard to bring her back. While we waited, John asked to leave. Hector smirked in his face as he let go of my hair, leaving me standing there, shaking.
"You're going to sit right there, and learn about the family business. Don't end up disappointing me like your two imbecile uncles. You need to learn the ropes, and sometimes there is violence involved. Get used to it."
I jumped when the door opened unexpectedly. Usually, they knock before they enter. Becca was being held by her arm. Not by a guard, but by Julio. He threw her inside and shut the door quickly. She fell on her knees with a terrified look on her face. She had no idea what was going on.
Hector crouched beside her. His voice dripped with venom.
"I am going to ask you about your little friends stalker guy, and you will tell me the truth or I will beat you within an inch of your life. Got it?"
He looked at me, an evil grin spreading across his face.
"You keep your mouth shut. I decided to ask crybaby about your friend instead."
I started trembling because I didn't know if he would kill us once he knew the truth. Becca had tears in her eyes, but showed little emotion, and John looked like a powdered white donut, again. Boy, did that look bring back memories.
Chapter 19
Trafficked
Kitlyn
"Tell me about green eyes last boyfriend," Hector hissed, circling my friend like the predator he was.
His tone was deceptively calm, but I knew better.
"I want the whole fucking truth or you'll pay dearly."
Becca was still on her knees, shaking so hard I thought her bones would crack. She was a wreck. Her skin was deathly pale, and her lips were almost white.
She pinned her eyes on me, swallowing hard before forcing the words from her mouth.
