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But that didn’t stop Hal from craning his neck, trying to get another look at the impossible.
But of course, he didn’t see Valentina’s face in the crowd, because she sure as hell wasn’t there. His mind had been playing tricks on him—probably born of that desperate desire that burned in him to see her again.
Damn, if Prosper hadn’t been right a-fucking-gain.
Valentina Abruzzi was taking up too much space up in Hal’s thoughts.
Feeling that, he reached out to the first hang-around who passed by, shoved a beer in her hand and said, “You look like the kind of girl who likes to be choked.”
Afew minutes later, he and the woman were in one of the rooms reserved for visiting brothers. Hal liked the solitude, peace, and quiet of the lake house; even though full-patched members were entitled to a permanent room at the compound, he only took advantage of that when he needed to take a shower after working on his bike or to satisfy his baser needs.
“Your voice is going to be cut off once I start pulling on the strap, so I’m gonna give you something to hold on to. If you drop it, that means you’re losing too much oxygen, and I’m gonna release my hold and stop.”
Hal recited the usual as he began to drape the rawhide belt expertly around the top of the woman’s naked shoulders and up her skinny throat. Then he pushed the small baton into her hand and asked one more time. “You sure you’re okay with this?”
“Oh yeah, I can’t wait. Ilovekink. The whole asphyxiation thing makes me as wet as a damn tsunami. Besides, Barbie told me you rock at breath-play. She said it wassooohot. She said what you did to her was like, uh… it was like”—The girl who had introduced herself as Daisy, you know like infresh as,paused to snap her gum before she continued on in that boner-killing squeal— “experiencing the best high and the strongest climaxevverrrand having ‘em happen at exactly the same time. Barbie said her clit still tingles when she thinks about it.”
Jesus.
Barbie said.
Hal looked a little closer at Daisy. She was younger than he had originally thought, but there was that same glittering hardness in her eyes that he had come to expect from the club whores. Tight lines that screamed life’s disappointments had begun to form around her mouth and the corners of her eyes. When he looked down at her hands, he saw that they were chipped with old polish and bitten down into waning moons.
Looking at her made Hal a little sad.
What made it worse was that Hal had no idea who this Barbie chick that Daisy kept talking about was. He stood there with his hands holding the end of the rawhide and wished that she would just shut up.
“You don’t rememberBarbie?” Daisy’s eyes went wide and then they narrowed nastily. “Oh, she’s gonna reallyhatehearing that one.”
Hal searched his memory. Really, he didn’t put a lot of effort into noticing the club whores that he’d had. But now he was determined to try and picture this Barbie chick, because he didn’t like the thought of this Daisy chick telling the bitch that he didn’t remember her.
It just wasn’t cool to make someone feel like shit or like they didn’t matter.
Life was hard enough.
“She got a tramp stamp of some lighthouse or nautical shit?” Hal asked trying hard to recall the bitches he had fucked in the last month or so.
“Noooo, that’s her sister, Bambi. Wow! You didher, too?” Daisy looked as satisfied as a cat with a belly full of cream. She licked her lips when she added nastily, “Can’t wait to see the smug slut’s face when I tell her that one!”
Hal felt all desire drain from his dick as he watched Daisy’s smile twist with malicious spite.
But men will be men,Hal snorted to himself as the adage popped into his mind. Because despite his basic disgust of the bitch, when she leaned into him and rubbed her half-dollar sized, very hard nipples against his chest and cupped his balls expertly through the soft leather of his pants, Hal felt his dick twitch.
Maybe if he stuffed a rag in her mouth or put a bag over her head, he might be able to do her long enough to release the tight coil of tension that twisted low in his belly.
But pulling that piece of rawhide against Daisy’s throat was off the table.
It was definitely off the table, because Hal was pretty sure that once he started choking the life out of this whole lot of nasty, he wouldn’t want to stop. The bitch was just that mean.
And when Hal stopped to think about it—stupid was okay and ugly he could deal with— but he didn’t want his junk anywhere near mean.
Decision made.
Hal had just finished pushing a pouting, protesting, and very disappointed Daisy out of the room when he stopped dead in his tracks. He cocked his ear to the blood-curdling shriek that sounded out from the yard. Then Hal grabbed his .22 off the bedside stand and ran out the door because those were the screams of the dying.
It had been like a scene right out of a horror movie—the woman’s form partially hidden from view as she stood alone in the dark shadows. Then suddenly, as if conjured up by voodoo magic, the moon forced its light through the trees and cast her in an eerie glow. To Hal’s horrified surprise it was Valentina who stood there transfixed, pale, and screaming.
She screamed.
