The Club (6 page)

His thrusts become more demanding, more aggressive, and he never takes his eyes from mine. The connection I’ve been trying to avoid goes much deeper than one of a physical nature and I don’t like it. I set my mind to resist all that he offers me. I refuse to care about this man. It is imperative that I escape before I develop feelings for him. The threat of death is actually less dangerous than the threat of caring about a man who is a Colombian gangster. Yes, it’s time to get the fuck out of here…

All of my life, I have run from place to place with each new problem that arises. I have raised myself due to negligent family members who cared more about their next drink or drug of choice. I escaped group homes and foster care by fighting professionally. It’s all I know.

The instinct to run rears its ugly head again when I think about the very real possibility that this man will break my heart. I would rather suffer the blows from my worst enemy’s fists than a broken heart from the only man I have ever known intimately. My will to survive is all I have left and I am damn sure going to use it to my benefit.

Antonio Wayne

I gather my bearings and position myself on my side next to her, holding my head up with my hand as I begin talking. I know that while she’s in this post orgasmic state, it is the best time to brainwash her. What most people call
pillow talk
, I use for
breaking down
.

It is termed
turning out
by pimps but I’m not a pimp. I am a Boss. To put it simply, I will use every trick of the trade to make this woman mine. She has openly admitted that she is unable to bond, that she is broken, and if I have learned anything about dealing with women, it’s to listen to them. A woman will tell you everything you need to know if you just pay attention.

“Roxanne, you must mind me, even in the smallest of details. Do you understand?” I continue on for thirty minutes or so informing Roxanne what is expected of her, emphasizing that if she breaks the rules, she’ll be disciplined. She is tough but she is also naïve. She knows nothing of my world. The world I live in is brutal and if any of my enemies see an opportunity to get their hands on her, they will. They will destroy anything and anyone that I love in order to destroy me.

We get up and dress, exiting the closet. I have her sheltered under my arm as we walk out. Sabrina glares at her and my hackles rise. “I need some attention, Antonio Wayne!”

Alexis immediately runs up and grabs Roxanne, pulling her out of the way. I lunge at Sabrina and grab her by the throat. “Apologize to my wife!”

Roxanne mutters, “It’s okay.”

I still have Sabrina by the throat and literally pick her up as I turn to Roxanne. Addressing her, I ask, “Are you telling me how to deal with my women?”

“No,” she replies as she looks down and Alexis protectively pulls her back out of my way.

“I’m sorry, Roxanne,” Sabrina barely gasps through my chokehold.

I use this time to inform the women that they are never to disrespect my wife. I knew there would be some hard feelings about Roxanne being here and I definitely expected Sabrina to start some shit, but I’m a little surprised she had the gall to do it in front of me. She has it in her head that she loves me. I fucked her—nothing more, nothing less—and I haven’t touched another woman since my wife’s arrival. I just don’t have it in me. Whether I want to acknowledge it or not, the woman has bewitched me. Poor thing… I will be harder on her because of it.

Rosalie

Eduardo holds me like he’s my boyfriend. I’m not in love with him. I could never love a monster like him—a man who steals women and gets them hooked on drugs to make money. I wonder about the man he stole us from sometimes. Will he come looking for us? Eduardo has gone from being a mere coyote to a man with a price on his head. He let it slip in one of our conversations and now it all makes sense why we were taken at sea in the middle of the night. I thought it had just been part of flying under the radar of the American authorities but, no, this selfish son of a bitch didn’t have enough illegals… so he stole us. Now, I not only have to worry about losing access to the drug I have become so dependent on, but being killed by a Colombian gangster who has been robbed of his cargo as well. This is not good, not good at all.

At this point, I’m just trying to survive and the only way I can do that right now, is through Eduardo. He is my only supplier of food, water, and the drug that my body so desperately craves. The drug that, in the beginning, just helped me endure the pain and horror of selling my body has become an addiction. I’m now just another statistic; I’m a drug-addicted prostitute.

I can feel my heart hardening with each passing day and I don’t just loathe him, I loathe me for the person I’m becoming. How could I be so stupid as to believe I was on my way to the Promised Land when, in reality, I was headed straight to hell on earth?

Every day, I push away thoughts of taking my own life. Each day I’m drugged, I pray it will be more than my body can stand and I will OD. No such escape exists for me because against my will, my body increases its resistance to the drugs. I don’t even get high anymore, only normal. I can’t even have that small pleasure. For me, there is no way out…

Agent Turner

“Looks like we’re headed to New York City.”

“What’s up?” my partner, Rene, asks.

“The notorious Antonio Wayne has been pirated at sea. Apparently he had a boatload of women stolen from him before they even docked.”

“Who the fuck would have the nerve to cross that crazy son of a bitch?”

“Rumor has it that it was a team effort between the Haitians and the Dominicans.”

“Damn, if they’re not careful, they’re going to start a war fucking with that guy.”

“I can assure you that Antonio Wayne Ramirez will not be letting this issue go.”

“I feel sorry for whoever was stupid enough to cross him.”

“Well, whoever is involved won’t be alive long enough for you to feel sorry for them if we don’t get our asses in gear. Come on, girl, wheels up in fifteen.”

I can’t resist baiting Rene just a little so I make eye contact and say, “I’m looking forward to this little jaunt. His club is rumored to have stunning ambiance.”

“I can assure you there isn’t any other club in the country that measures up to his. The women he employs are considered to be some of the most beautiful as well but that wouldn’t interest you now… Would it, my little pet?” Rene is staring at me, waiting for me to answer, and I can’t quite decide if I think her jealousy is cute or a danger to my wellbeing. The real question I need to be asking myself is why my dick gets hard when I think I’m in danger. I’ll admit pissing Mistress off is one of my favorite pastimes but I know where to draw the line. I never see the strike coming as her open palm connects with my face.

“I didn’t mean anything,” I lie.

She gently strokes the heated skin on my cheek as she purrs, “Such a bad boy, lying to me. Perhaps a week of chastity is in order?”

“We have to go,” I try to change the subject as I head out of the office with her following closely behind me. Once again, I have pushed Mistress but like I said, I know how far to go and I damn sure know not to cross the line with her. I bring the conversation back around to the gangster we’ve had under surveillance as she walks beside me to the tarmac.

“The word on the street is that Antonio Wayne has gotten himself a redhead too. At least we know he has good taste.” I resist the urge to reach out and touch one of her red locks.

“You just keep your fucking ass with me on this trip or you’ll be tasting the bottom of my boot.”

My cock jumps at the thought and I look at her, thinking how glad I am to have her for my partner. I don’t want to be out of her sight in Antonio’s club, or anywhere else as far as that is concerned…

Antonio Wayne

I nuzzle in Roxanne’s hair. “Umm girl, you look good.”

I look at my wife and study her. She has added so much to my life in the small amount of time she has been here. I have dressed her tonight in a plunging V-neck, powder blue, chiffon mini dress, nude hose, and thinly strapped, silver, four-inch heels. Her deep auburn hair flows down her back in ringlets. Roxanne is a beautiful woman and, tonight, she oozes confidence.

She is a strong, independent, outspoken, and fearless woman. She is not going to be broken by me, or so she thinks. She looks up to view a man and his female partner entering the club and, laughing, I tell her it’s the man I’ve nicknamed FBI guy. He is an agent from Louisville, Kentucky and I can’t help but wonder what he is doing in New York.

In my line of work, I’m used to seeing every branch of law enforcement there is and I’ve learned to stay calm in the midst of it all.

“He is probably here because he has heard of your abduction. Are you going with him?” I taunt her.

“Stop it, Antonio Wayne!”

“Why do you call me that?” I ask. “And why do you change the names you call me depending on your mood? Sometimes it’s Antonio, sometimes it’s Antonio Wayne…” I nuzzle in her ear once more, breathing her scent in.

“Because you are a Colombian thug who abducted me and forced me to marry you.”

“Are you going to tell your secret admirer, FBI guy?”

“No, if I want to get away from you, I will leave. I don’t need to be a tattletale about it.”

“Yeah, you are awfully brave. That is, until I get you home, my little thief and liar.” I slide my hand up her dress, move her panties to the side, and whisper, “Hey Roxanne, maybe I’ll spank you.” She immediately moistens.

“Closet sub,” I growl in her ear.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” she says.

“I bet you do,” I answer. “Roxanne needs to get baby wipes and clean her little twat.” I laugh in her ear, “Go clean up, dirty girl.”

She leaves in a flustered state and I get up to make my way to the bar for a drink.