Page 77 of Jackpot Joker

“Show me how much better, baby.”

He pushes her to the ground. She begins unbuckling his pants, and I tear my gaze away, not wanting to see the private act she’s about to perform in front of an audience.

A grip on my chin forces me to face Todd. “Do you not want to watch her suck his cock? Do you want to act like you don’t enjoy getting off in public while watching others?” He leans in and whispers in my ear. “I know the filthy girl you can be.”

My head jerks away from Todd when he nips at my earlobe, causing him to laugh. “All those sweet noises you make, they came over our feed so fucking perfectly. I gripped my cock so many times listening to your moans and thinking about how good that fat cunt of yours probably feels.”

Todd runs his hand down the front of my body, causing me to squirm as he roves over my breasts and stomach, traveling south to my core. I’m prepared for the bullet in my back because if he touches me there, I will lose all sensibilities and murder this man.

Todd must not have a death wish today, because he stops at the waistband of the jean shorts I’m wearing. “Actually, I think I’ll wait until your boyfriend gets here before I make you mine.”

The rope burns as it cuts into my wrists. I’ve been tugging against them, trying to break myself out of the chair they’ve tied me to as Todd and the other men in the room have been fussing with one another. The tracksuit fellas want to know when Dario is on his way, and Todd keeps assuring them he’ll be here. As much as it pains me, I agree with him. Dario will come for me. My concerns start to get the best of me. Will he get here before it’s too late? Will he realize how long I’ve been gone? Will he know that something is wrong?

My mind shifts to Tank, reminding myself he knows where I am. I told him I would be in here for only ten minutes, and it’s been what, fifteen? Surely he will come searching for me soon, and when he sees me like this, he’ll let Dario know. I attempt my telekinesis trick with Tank again and pray this time it works.

“Why are you doing this, Todd? What is so special about me?” I ask, breaking up their conversation and attempting to give Dario the time he needs to get to me.

“Not a damn thing,” he scoffs. “But for some reason, Dario Caruso wanted you the second he saw you. I think he liked the chase, and I have to say, I enjoyed watching you turn him down. Then you got comfortable. You were joining him for outings and going to that stupid club of his.”

Okay… sounds like Todd wasn’t accepted as a member, and the little man got a little jealous. “So you’re after Dario, then?”

He laughs, a slimy sound that sends a shiver down my back. “The Matarazzos are after Dario.”

“So what’s in this for you?” I ask, sounding genuinely curious.

Black Tracksuit steps in my direction. “Money, of course. That’s all his type wants is money. But he’s not gonna see a fucking cent if the pretty boy doesn’t show up.”

Aww, they think he’s pretty. Me too, boys. Me too.

“Okay, so let me make sure I have this straight. You,” I say, pointing to the man in the green tracksuit that does him no favors, “are paying Todd to capture me because your girlfriend Pamela fucked him?”

“It’s Angela,” she hisses, taking a break from sucking on the disappointing dick that seems to be having trouble staying hard. No wonder she misses Dario.

“I don’t care,” I say to her, then turn my eyes back to Green Tracksuit. “But Todd doesn’t get his money unless Dario shows up, so that you can do what?”

Red Tracksuit snickers, “Umm, kill him. Duh.”

I nod. “Right…” My word draws out. “And you’re killing him because Pamela...”

“Angela!” she and her sister scream at me.

I truly do not care. “Because she says he broke her heart?”

The three men in tracksuits and two redheaded women stare at me as though this all makes perfect sense, so I attempt to clarify. I turn my eyes to Green Tracksuit. “You do realize that if Dario hadn’t broken her heart, she wouldn’t be with you, right? So, in him leaving her, she was able to move on and be with you. You’re wanting to kill a man for hurting your girlfriend, when she wouldn’t even be your girlfriend if it wasn’t for him hurting her.”

The three brothers turn and stare at each other. After several seconds, Red Tracksuit speaks. “We got other reasons, too.”

“What are those?” I ask, both genuinely curious and trying to buy time for Tank to get to me.

“Let’s just say we’re helping some friends of ours.” He answers smugly.

“By getting rid of Dario?”

Green Tracksuit guffaws. “By getting rid of all the damn Carusos.”

I glance between the brothers. “And if you help these friends of yours get rid of the Carusos, what do you get in return?”

Red Tracksuit holds up a finger for each thing he names. “Their weapons. Their money. Their women.”