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She doesn’t respond, her expression full of guilt.
“Did you forget how to speak?”
She shakes her head, her eyes rounding in fear.
“Open your fucking mouth then.”
She tugs at her shirt, slowly parting her lips, only allowing me to view slightly above her tongue.
“Wider. Lift your tongue to the roof of your mouth.”
She does as I ask and something falls to the ground. I don't have to look to know what it is.
“I didn't know, sir, I swear,” one of the guards says and his eyes are frantic. “One of the packagers had an issue so I went to help him and she must have done it when I briefly turned my back.”
“Now you do. Make sure she's taken care of and check everyone's mouth before they leave this room.”
“Of course, boss.”
I exit the room as one of the two guards is shoving the woman through the elevator in the back to take care of the problem in the club's basement. He’s the only one allowed with a key to unlock both the elevator and back door.
I don't have much time to change. I'll have to go as I am. I rush to the restroom to clean myself the best I can, brushing my teeth and inserting eye drops in my eyes. I have been fasting since breakfast. The less I eat, the less chances I have of being sick and suffering digestive issues. The curse of both having IBD and IBS. Even in remission from Crohn’s, I still can’t go completely without suffering from symptoms.
No one pays me any mind as I walk through the club and I prefer it that way. One of my guards is standing outside smoking a cigarette. He puts it out, tossing it on the ground before stomping on it. “Heading home?”
I shake my head. “Actually, I'm going to a friend's place. Want to give me a lift?”
“Sure. Give me five minutes to pull the car around.”
I nod, faking a smile. As soon as he turns the corner of the building, I rush in the opposite direction and contact an Uber who's already in the neighborhood. I run across the street to a coffee shop, glancing around before walking through the double doors.
I remain by the large window while staying mostly hidden. Staring down at my phone screen, my heart speeds up the closer the red Honda gets. I can do this. I've done harder shit in my life. I can go to a stranger's house and hook up with him. Based on his profile, he's into everything I've recently grown interested in. Will I still want it once it's happening?
Goose bumps spread along my arms as I rush out the doors of the coffee shop and back out into the warm night. Summer is approaching and I'm not ready for the insufferable weather it brings. The car is parked alongside the curb and I get in, staying aware of my surroundings. The driver greets me as I slide on my seat belt, and I offer him a friendly smile while swallowing down my nerves the best I can.
It's ridiculous. I've killed men without a second thought and have placed myself in more reckless situations. Yet, going over to someone's place for sex has me wanting to come out of my skin. It's not so much the sex I'm second-guessing. It's trusting a stranger while being in a vulnerable state. Everything could go right or it could go wrong real quick. I place my hand on my gun, my back pressing to the seat as the driver speeds off toward the address I give him.
I quickly step out of the car the moment we arrive. I don't want to give myself time to change my mind.
“Have a good night,” the driver says, rolling the window up and driving away.
I wave in his direction and run my hand through my hair, keeping my prosthetic arm at my side. I take only two steps forward before someone yanks me back by my shoulder. Strong fingers dig in the grooves of my muscles, forcing me to turn around. “What are you doing here?”
Peering into Fernando's deep brown eyes, I shove his hand away. “I should be asking you that. Did you fucking follow me?”
He purses his lips. “You forget I know your every move. It's hard to hide from someone you willingly allow to track you.”
“I only do it because you usually leave me alone. Why are you here?” I leave out the part about how much I like having him watch me. He's here now, which means he hasn't stopped. I smile a little on the inside at the revelation, my heart skipping a beat. This man doesn’t have to lay a single hand on me to fuck with my body. I hate him for it.
“To bring you home. Get in the car,pequeño.”
“Fuck you. You can't just come here barking orders at me. I'm not going anywhere except to visit my new friend.”
He grinds his teeth, his face tensing. “Por que?”
“Because I want to. That's more than you need to know.”
I spin around but before I can walk forward, he grabs my arm. “I said get in the fucking car.”
