AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I felt significantly better knowing Elias and Sergio were also here watching over them.
Mateo kept me glued to his side until we reached a long table in the front of the room. He pulled a chair out and urged me to sit.
Wordlessly doing as he wanted, I sat, trying to ignore the blatant stares I was getting, and took a good look around, seeing the room as a whole was set up so that it formed a circle.
My attention was immediately drawn to the far back corner.
Two men impossible not to notice stood together side by side.
They looked completely out of place, dressed down in T-shirts and jeans.
Mateo’s hand landed on my thigh where my dress exposed a bit of my flesh, raising my internal body heat.
“Did you know the name of this place translates to ‘indebted’?” he leaned over and asked, speaking softly into my ear.
Following his slight nod, I looked to the center of the room where the two men were now approaching together. A hum of nervous energy and excitement filled the air.
They met in the middle with another guy dressed in a flashy pantsuit, all were wearing grim expressions. He said something to them, they both nodded, and then he raised his hand in the air, causing a hush to fall over the room.
When his hand came back down and he stepped away, the two men moved to face off with one another and removed their shirts.
The room was suddenly assuaged with enough noise that had me shifting nervously in my seat.
Mateo moved his hand higher, massaging circles into my skin.
With no more hesitation, the men began to bare-knuckle box. They held nothing back.
They beat the hell out of one another, fighting as if their lives depended on it. From the corner of my eye, I saw another man with a ski-mask over his head, holding what looked like an assault rifle stalking his way towards the center of the room.
His gaze was transfixed on the brawling men. I looked away with an understanding of how the building got its name. These men were fighting to clear their debts.
The sound of raw flesh hitting raw flesh rang out in the air. I clenched my teeth when I felt a finger slip beneath the fabric of my underwear.
The table and the linen obscured us from open view, but if someone really looked, they would know what he was doing.
He ran one digit up and down my slit with slow caresses; I did my best to solely focus on the fight, failing to remove it.
I found myself self-consciously rooting for the one on the left. He had more drive in him.
Even with a bloodied lip, blackened eye, and split knuckles, he persevered. Sweat drenched both men, matting their hair to their foreheads.
An audible crack snapped through the air as a fist connected with a mouth and sent a few teeth scattering to the floor.
They were growing tired, losing stamina with every blow taken or doled out. This clearly wasn’t like a fight on television where a ref intervened when one of the opponents had reached their limit.
Blood covered the black marble floor. They slid through it, each grappling for the upper hand. Only when the man on the right was stooping, barely able to stand, swaying on his feet did the man in the pantsuit raise his hand again.
He looked directly at us, as did most others in the room. Mateo waved his free hand in a circular motion, giving the green light for what occurred next.
The winner was assisted out of the room. The loser was approached by the man wearing a ski mask. Without having to be told, he sunk to his knees. He was exhausted, defeated, and resigned to certain death. You could see it all in his demeanor.
My stomach churned as the gun was held to the back of his head. The look of sheer terror on his face, and the sound of the bullet dischargin from its chamber, were more haunting than the bloodied display put on just seconds ago.
A hole formed, blood drizzled down his forehead, and his lifeless body simply slumped forward.
Mateo removed his fingers from between my legs and sucked them into his mouth, leaving me more sexually frustrated than I’d ever been before.
Some people applauded; others called something out in foreign tongue. Everyone began to move towards a set of double doors.
