“Check with your contact. I’m not lying.”
“You’d better not be.”
“I know what’s at stake. I would not gamble with my mother’s life.”
“I think you need additional incentive,” he says before switching to Spanish and talking directly to his men.
Diego grins, removing his gun from my chin and placing it down on the counter beside the sink.
“You will do what you are told,” Pablo says, switching back to English. “You will also meet Diego and Alvaro every Sunday here at the same time for the usual debriefing.” He fixes me with a lecherous smile. “You have one month and not a day longer. Do not disappoint me.”
The call ends. My anxiety skyrockets when Diego takes a step closer and his dark eyes fill with lust. My trembling accelerates as he rakes his gaze over me. Terror tightens my chest, and bile crawls up my throat. Alvaro grinds his hips and thrusts against me, and I’m grateful for my jacket blocking his hard-on from pressing into me.
Two sharp raps sound on the door. “Sloane, are you in there?” John Angelo asks.
Diego lifts the gun, pressing it to my temple as he warns me with his eyes.
My life literally depends on how convincing I am, so I slam my mask down and project calm as I reply. “I’m here and I’m okay.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m just dealing with some, ah, women’s stuff, but I’m fine.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll wait outside.” I barely hear his footsteps as he leaves.
Diego punches out a message on his cell, and it vibrates with a reply. Lifting his head, he nods at Alvaro, and his buddy removes his arm from around me and shoves me at Diego. “You go first. Watching you blow your load in her mouth will get me really fucking hard.”
“No.” I move to step back, but Alvaro grabs my arms, yanking them behind my back. “Please don’t do this. Let me go, and I won’t say anything to Pablo.”
“Has our little Blowjob Queen forgotten her place?” Diego taunts, dragging my zipper down the front of my jacket.
“And it’s El Rey to you,” Alvaro adds, cupping my crotch through my jeans. “Show the boss the respect he deserves.”
Never.“Please don’t.” I plead again, knowing it’s futile.
“Remove your clothes. I want to come on your tits,” Diego says, groping me through my top and bra.
“Cooperate and we’ll tell El Rey you were a good girl, and maybe he’ll go easy on your mama,” Alvaro adds, fully removing my jacket and rubbing his disgusting crotch up against me from behind.
I zone out as I remove my upper garments, drop to my knees, and open my mouth wide.
15
CRISTIAN
“Come in, boss.” Umberto opens the door, letting me inside the bodyguards’ apartment that is on the floor below the penthouse. Spotting the man I came to see, I walk toward the kitchen. “I’d like a word, John Angelo.”
“Sure thing, boss.” He sets his bowl of cereal down and follows me into the hallway that leads to the bedrooms where it’s quieter. “Is everything okay, sir?”
“I’m not sure.” I lean against the wall and eyeball him. “Where did Sloane go on Sunday night?”
If he’s surprised I’m asking, he doesn’t show it. “To a diner a couple blocks away. The one on the corner, opposite the phone store.”
I know the spot. It’s not a bad place. They do a mean apple pie, but it’s not somewhere I would ever take anyone on a date. “Did anything happen while she was there? She’s been a little off since then, and I’m worried about her.” I asked her once if she was okay, and she assured me she was, but I’m not buying it. She’s been a lot quieter this week, and when she’s not working, she holes up in her bedroom and rarely comes out. I can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong.
“Ah, I think I know why.” Compassion splays across his face. “I didn’t want to say anything because it wasn’t a security risk, but she mentioned she was meeting a guy, and he failed to show. She locked herself away in the bathroom for ages. Gave me a bullshit excuse when I checked on her, but when she came out, she was clearly upset.”
“That explains it.” She said it was casual and not serious with the guy, but it’s not unsurprising she was upset when it happened the day after I rejected her advances. Fuck. I hate that I contributed to her melancholy mood. What kind of asshole would stand a girl up like that? Especially one as amazing as Sloane. I will never understand some men. “Thanks.”
