A combination of spittle and steak spatter the table.
“Who do you think owns those pigs?” He pokes a thumb at his chest. He laughs, knowing he has power over me.
“I’ve had a hand on the police payroll for years. You want to go to them, be my guest.”
I feel my blood turn to ice in my veins. He means it. He really means it.
He’s out of his fucking mind.
Rotten narcissistic bastard!
“But why?” I whisper. “Why me?”
“Why not?” he replies. “You’re a sweet piece of ass. But I’ll admit, it’s your name that I need. Your family has all the legit businesses. We Whitlocks have clout in Vegas. With Whitlocks and Carter united, the alliance gives your dear daddy the cashflow.”
“Trust me, he needs it.”
“He got himself in some sort of trouble you know, and I am just here to help.” He brag.
“Oh, yeah?” I say, putting weight into my voice. “You’re a big man now, huh?”
He gives a light laugh. “I sure am, Andrea. You should know that more than anyone.” He’s checking out my breasts again. He sets his cutlery down and rises. I gulp back bile.
“That’s not what I remember.” It takes all my strength to stop my hand from shaking when I reach for my freshly filled wineglass.
His lip curls. “Don’t play games with me, little girl!”
“Funny. Such a big man needs to be surrounded by bodyguards to protect himself from a little girl?” I sneer.
“You think I’m afraid of you?” he scoffs.
I smirk as I shrug, and look pointedly at the burly men who are still flanking me. He glances at them, then jerks his head.
“Leave us,” he says. The fucker who’d attacked me before hesitates but grins when Mark adds, “Wait for me out in the yard. Don’t bother coming in if you hear screaming.”
The pair of them step away. Moments later, I hear the door click shut behind me as they leave the room.
“You too,” he says to the server. The man with the wine bottle sets it on the table and then discreetly follows in their footsteps.
“That better for you?” Mark asks me.
“Are you happy now that we’re all alone?” He moves from his seat and begins stepping toward me. I feel every muscle within me go tense, set for flight.
“Don’t come near me,” I say fiercely, but he keeps coming, stopping right in front of me.
“What’s the matter, princess?”
“Doesn’t it make you happy to know that the same cock that opened up your sweet little cunt will be fucking you for the rest of your life?” he asks darkly as he works his fly with one hand, reaching for my cheek with the other.
“Are you out of your mind?” I ask.
“If my only experience of sex had been with you, I’d have been put off for life. I’d rather put on a chastity belt and swallow the key!”
“Oh, I think I can change your mind about that,” he persists. The metallic sound of his zipper sliding down is accompanied by a wave of unwashed flesh scent as he reaches in and pulls out his half-erect penis. I turn my face away sharply.
“Not for all the money in the world, you filthy pig!” I hiss out. He snatches a handful of my hair and hauls me out of my seat before I realize what’s happening.
“Well, that’s not for you to decide, bitch!” he snaps.
