44
Gianna (20 years)
Several hours later, I felt the ferry rock to a stop and bringing me out of the light sleep, something my body had adapted to as a precautionary measure. The same man came to fetch me about ten minutes later and guided me to a bustling pier.
“This is where you must go, they will help you next.” He held out a piece of paper and what looked like a small dagger. I took it, scanned the directions to my destination then frowned at the weapon. “The club is called Blood Dagger and it belongs to the Black Daggers. You must show them that or they won’t know who you are.”
“Thank you.”
“You must hide until you get to them.” He held out a pair of dark shades and a blue cap. “Prison too much spies. Look for you. Lotus is good person.” His attempt at English on the last three sentences followed with a gentle smile that had me pressing a hand to my chest in gratitude.
“Yes, she is and so are you,” I replied in Japanese accepting the items. “Thank you so much.”
I left him and another five minutes later, the busy city swallowed me. Eyes alert, pulling the cap low down, I kept as close to the building shadows as I could. An hour later, under the cover of night, I found a quiet bar near the Blood Dagger and slipped into it, to wait out the time. Taking a seat at the back, I pulled off the cap, ran a hand through my hair, and sighed. A server approached and after ordering a drink, I asked to use the bathroom. She pointed to a door to my left and I made my way there.
I was standing at the sink washing my hands when I heard the door open behind me.
“Didn’t think you had it in you to escape that place, pretty girl. I guess the Salvatore brothers underestimated your strength.”
I froze. Slowly, lifting my head to catch the reflection of a man in the mirror. My eyes widened recognizing the American official from the airport. I turned. “So, it wasn’t a coincidence then,” I kept my voice low, acting the meek girl he’d met that day. He shook his head. “Who are you?”
“Dino Bianchi. Leo Salvatore’s nephew, at your service.”
The blood in my veins ran hotter than the tepid weather outside. I gripped the edge of the sink behind me and smiled. “So, now what?”
He shrugged. “I take you back or we come to an arrangement. Suck my cock perhaps.” His smile filled with something nausea-inducing and bile crept into my mouth.
My smile sickeningly sweet, I asked, “I suck your cock and you let me go?” He nodded. “Okay. Here?”
He shook his head. “I have a car out back.”
Calm settled over my body, anticipation burning in my gut, I wanted his blood. “Lead the way.”
Grinning like a man who’d just scored gold, he turned and walked out, leading toward a back entrance. Outside, he gestured to a black sedan. We climbed into the back seat of the vehicle, and he didn’t waste any time unzipping his fly and pulling out his cock.
I licked my lips and curtailing the rage for just a moment, I leaned down, letting him guide his cock to my mouth.
“That’s right, pretty girl,” he moaned shoving my head onto his minuscule dick. All I could do to stop myself from gagging was breathe deeply through my nose as I tasted him on my tongue. “Yeah. Eat my cock, baby.”
He pushed my head down hard, forcing all of him into my mouth, the head hitting the back of my throat. I gagged, spit spilling from my mouth as I struggled to breathe. When I pulled up slightly, he allowed me and I started a slow sucking rhythm while slipping out the black dagger tucked in the back of my sneaker. And just as he began to moan, I bit down hard, grinding his cock between my teeth.
“Bitch!” He screamed, grabbing my hair and yanking hard to get me off him, his howls filling the car, my scalp smarting from the grip. “Get the fuck off!”
Jerking back, I swung my arm up, the tip of the blade impaling his jaw and I pushed up. His screams cut off almost immediately as the blade speared his mouth. Pulling out, I flipped the dagger to reverse the grip and poked holes into his throat and chest until his twitching body fell to the side, his eyes wide open. I stared at him for a full minute, my heart still pounding in my chest, the thrill squeezing my gut.
Wiping the dagger on his shirt, I patted his cheek. “Sweet dreams, pretty girl.” I climbed out of the vehicle and went back inside. In the bathroom, I washed the blood off my hands and face then stared at my reflection, not recognizing the girl who’d flown into Japan two years ago. I liked the new version. Smiling, I walked out.
Crossing the street, I glanced up at the red neon lighting and checked the name against the club Lotus’ contact had given me. I was in the right place. Stuffing the piece of paper in my jeans pocket, I entered the narrow entrance to what I assumed was a restaurant but turned out to be a men’s club. I stood on the foyer stairs and let my gaze roam around the place. Half-naked women danced on podiums scattered around the room while men sat around either drinking, eating, talking, or groping women.
I stopped a passing waitress and gave her the name Lotus mentioned. She searched the room for a second then pointed out a booth to the back of the room. Rolling my aching shoulders, I headed toward the group of men chatting in rapid Japanese that I struggled to keep up with. One of them looked up, noticed me, and stood.
Using the codeword, I explained who I was. Nodding, he gestured for me to follow him toward the rear of the building. My confidence might’ve been given a boost with Lotus’s training then killing Dino, it didn’t however, stop the ball of anxiety hitting the pit of my stomach. The passage seemed to go on for miles and I might’ve been mistaken but it seemed to grow darker as we went.
