"Turn around, pet, let me see that ass of yours."
I go along with his demands, even if they make me sick, because every moment I distract him is another that the guys have to get done with their part in all of this.
"So fucking perky, pet. I can't wait to have you. I'm going to have so much fun wrecking that little cunt of yours."
I stand there and do what I can to block out his disgusting remarks. Honestly, it helps that he had me turn around because then I don't have to watch what he's doing to that sad excuse of a cock of his.
"Go put the pink one on, and hurry back."
Without a single ounce of hesitation, I leave the room and return to the bathroom. I swallow down the bout of nausea that rises and yank the red strappy thing off me and throw it on the floor. A sigh leaves me as I try to make sense of the pink article he ordered me to wear. I step into it, nearly falling down, and steady myself against the wall as I shove both of my feet through what I assume are the right openings and pull them up to cover my body.
Cover being a massive overstatement. My nipples show through the sheer fabric, and there's no concealing my pussy lips with the minimal fabric.
"A means to an end," I remind myself. "Pretty soon, this will be over."
Or, pretty soon we'll all be dead, or worse, Ricardo will get his wish of taking my body as his property.
"Yeah, pet, I knew you'd wear that one well," he spits out once I return to the room he's in. Ricardo strokes his cock harder, so hard I wonder if it must hurt but quickly realize that I don't care about him or his dick. "Come here and stand so I can see you."
I approach, settling in the spot I was just a few minutes ago.
"Closer," he tells me, his face contorted as he jacks off faster. "Let me smell your cunt."
But before I can be subjected to his demeaning nature, he ejaculates onto his dress pants with a grunt.
"You made a mess of me, pet," he says while looking at his lap. His phone rings, distracting us both from his embarrassing condition. Ricardo reaches for it, swiping to connect and putting it between his face and shoulder. "Talk to me," he tells the person on the other end while reaching for a tissue to clean himself up.
I stand there because I don't know what else I'm supposed to do.
Ricardo frowns and straightens himself, holding the phone with his hand. "What do you mean, he'sdead?" He wipes at the ropey semen coating his pants and pinches it between his tissue-covered fingers to pick it off him.
I avert my gaze in an attempt to distract myself from vomiting on him.
He flicks the tissue aside without any consideration for where it lands. Ricardo stands, shoves his tiny cock into his pants, and buttons himself up. "How is that possible? How did he die? A fucking car accident, you're kidding me? What do you mean that's not all?"
I continue to remain in place, grateful that his attention is on something other than me.
Ricardo shoves past me and goes straight over to his bar, pouring himself a drink and downing it in one swig. "Carlo and Sam arebothdead. Has anyone checked on Dean? He's the only one who didn't..." He pauses his statement and turns his back to me like that will somehow block me from being able to hear his top-secret conversation. "He's the only one left who didn't agree. Are John or Vito in on this? Have you called Tony? Let me go, I'll call him now."
He hangs up the phone and pushes a few buttons before pressing it to his ear again.
"Tony, yeah, it's Ricky. Have you heard the news? You have? Are you in on this? You need to tell me if you are. I didn't authorize this." He stumbles over his words and it brings me great joy that he has no idea that I'm knowledgeable of what happened.
It was all very clever, really. Carlo is a careless drunk driver, making his death so very easy to pull off. Sam on the other hand, his health wasn't that great to start with, giving him a heart attack was like taking candy from a baby. Dean, though...poor guy was highly allergic to fish. Such a shame his new maid was careless with the soup she prepared him for lunch. It took the guys no time to stage each of their deaths, but now? Now things depend on what Ricardo does next. That part of the plan is already in motion, too, but if he doesn't react the way we think he will, fate will have to take the wheel on what happens to all of us.
"I'm calling an emergency meeting, you know where. Yes.Now,you fucking imbecile." Ricardo hangs up and swallows another unhealthy swig of booze, his nerves seemingly getting the best of him. He slams the glass on the tray and exhales oh so fucking dramatically. Slowly, he turns toward me. "I'm afraid I have to leave. There's something rather pressing and urgent I have to attend to."
I press my hand to my chest. "I hope everything is okay. Can I do anything?"
Ricardo walks over, pausing right in front of me. He takes my chin into his hand and yanks my face toward him. "You're being entirely too obedient today, pet."
He narrows his gaze and I grow worried that I may have just spoiled this entire fucking plan by being a fucking brat.
"What you can do," he says, his hot, nasty breath nipping at my nose. "Is get that little pussy of yours ready, because come Wednesday, I'm going to put my fucking seed in you. I need an heir now more than ever."
I nod as much as I can while he still holds me in his grasp. "Yes, of course."
"Yes, what?"
