The Club (9 page)

Antonio Wayne

“Tony, I need to talk to you right now. It’s very important,” Alexis says as she sneaks me into the back of the closet.”

It only takes a few minutes for Alexis to tell me everything and I’m sure she never would’ve shared the information if she knew the fallout that is going to occur. There is no way I’m letting this little act of defiance go…

I eye Alexis as she does just what I knew she would do if Roxanne tried to escape—spills her guts. She is talking so fast that I have to repeatedly slow her down to get the facts and details I need. Evidently that sneaky ass wife of mine has worked out a plan to run. If these two girls escape and get away with it, I won’t just be dealing with losing my wife, but I’ll also be managing my crazy big brother when he loses his. Is this girl trying to get me killed? Brother or not, Ricardo is fucking nuts and if he thinks I let these girls get away when I could’ve prevented it, he will have my ass on a platter. That is not going to happen, not on my watch.

I can’t believe the size of this girl’s balls. She is actually going to run. There is no fucking way I’m going through the heartbreak of losing her. I made up my mind a long time ago to never endure the pain I experienced when I lost my brother and something tells me that this would be worse. I can’t lose her; I just can’t. I spend the rest of the day acting as if I know nothing. I’m a master at hiding my feelings because I’ve had to be in my line of work. Later this evening, my wife will be answering to me.

I
circle the bed as I question Roxanne. I look down on her naked form, pleased to have her just how I want her—handcuffed and spread eagle.

“See, here is the thing. If you were one of my other women, I would play into the game. I would just follow you but because it’s you and I love you, well, let’s just say that I want to keep you from making a really big mistake.”

I take the magnum of Cristal in my hand and dribble it onto her chest. “You are making a mess, a big mess,
Rocky
.” I purposely antagonize her by using her fighting nickname, which I hate. I lick the sticky substance from her chest—her beautiful, perfect, porcelain, augmented chest.

I sit on the edge of the bed beside her, coyly look at her, and ask, “Were you going to say goodbye?”

I reach down and pinch her hard. As she squirms, I pinch her again but, this time, even harder. She’s looking at my expression, trying to get a read on me but I blank my expression and make it impossible for her.

I feel my lip twitch, which is not a good sign because it happens when I get real fucking angry. I pinch her again, this time making sure to twist her skin as I pull away. I look at her with indifference as she cries out in pain. I have no mercy right now because she had full disclosure. I told her I am cruel, twisted, and I most definitely have abandonment issues. I just deal with them differently and she is getting a taste of it now. She went too fucking far this time.

I pour more Cristal over her breast and start to lightly lick to give her a little pleasure mixed with the pain I just inflicted. It is a technique I use on my women. If she were a man, I would use straight up pain with no intervals of rest and certainly no pleasure. I watch Roxanne with interest. I will take my time tonight in order to extract the information I want.

I coldly look into her face, “I want to know what you are doing,
Rocky
. Isn’t that what your little friend calls you? I’ve got all night to find out just what the fuck you two bitches are up to.”

I pinch her again and as she cries in pain, I flick my tongue over her breast causing her to moan. Back and forth I go—pleasure then pain. I alternate and combine the two until they became one.

     “What were you thinking, Roxanne?” I take the bottle of Cristal and slowly pour some in her mouth. I watch as she drinks and then begin to pour faster. I stare at her in interest as she whips her head back and forth to keep from choking.

I get up and bring a tray back with me. Her eyes widen with fear. “You were planning on leaving me, weren’t you?” I pick up an instrument, click a button on it, and electricity zips out.

She screams out in terror, “Nooooo!” as she begins to violently thrash in her restraints.

I have no intention of killing her but I am bound and determined to scare the shit out of her.

She starts to yank on her handcuffed arms and legs in a futile attempt to escape. Now we’re getting somewhere because this girl is truly afraid… and she should be.

I slyly eye her as I speak, “You are going to bruise yourself, maybe even cut yourself. You could have ligature marks tomorrow,” I facetiously state. I’m such a smart ass.

I lower the instrument like I’m going to shock her and she screams out “Nooooooo, I will tell you!” before I touch her skin. I can’t really blame her; electricity fucking hurts.

“You better tell me, girl, because I’m just getting started and things can get a whole lot more painful than this!”

“We weren’t coming back. We were both going to run away.”

I position myself between her legs. I become distracted with looking at her naked body, laid out spread eagle and beginning to bruise with my marks. Seeing her body turn color with the pain I’ve inflicted makes my cock thicken with need. What is surprising me, though, is the fact that the pain seems to be turning her on as well.

“Roxanne, do you get excited when I mix pain with your pleasure? Don’t lie to me, Roxanne. I can tell that you like it. You’re soaked.”

“I don’t know,” she weakly moans as her head falls to the side. “I don’t understand.”

I slyly smile and say, “But I do and that’s all that matters.”

I pinch the inside of her leg and twist. She will be bruised and sore tomorrow. She will be bruised and I’ve scared the shit out of her but she won’t be traumatized. Roxanne is more of a masochist than she realizes. She is a match for me in so many ways.

I reach over and grab a blue light that is used for pleasure. It produces waves of vibration without the electrical shock she fears. I take my time toying with her and her screams of pain have now become cries of pleasure.

She is lying with her head to the side. She is weak from the interrogation and moaning in ecstasy as I toy with the light.

“Are you still leaving me?” I ask as I taunt her, threatening to shock her again.

“Noooooooo!” she screams out.

“Are you sure?” I slyly eye her again. I’m purposely mocking her, “I don’t know if I believe you, my little
mentirosa
, my little liar.”

I coldly look at her and ask, “Are. You. Still. Going. To. Leave. Me?”

She weakly moans, “No,” and she is correct. She won’t be going anywhere. My abandonment issues will make certain she stays here with me. I will stop at nothing to keep my wife at my disposal and I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks. Hell, the whole world already knows I’m crazy. When it comes to my wife, my property, crazy doesn’t even begin to describe my personality.

I explore between her legs, “You are soaking wet, girl.”

“I don’t understand,” she moans.

“But I do!” I repeat. It seems my little captive is a match for my level of depravity. The girl gets off on the shit I subject her to. She is just as kinky as I am. Every day she confirms what I already know to be true. She is cut out for my lifestyle.

“You better be glad that you did not run away from me. Will you ever try to betray me again?”

“No,” she moans.

“Liar! You fucking, sneaky ass liar! You can’t stay out of trouble but I can assure you, young lady, I will be keeping you under a firm hand and a watchful eye! You are very bad and I kept you from getting killed. Tell me ‘thank you’ for protecting you from getting killed.”

She moans, “Thank you,” as I continue to talk to her, talking… talking… talking…

“No, Ricardo, please don’t send me away.”

“You’re looking at this the wrong way, little brother. I’m saving your life, keeping the cartel from killing you.”

“You can protect me here.” I’m sobbing as my little body shakes in terror of the unknown. I don’t want to leave the only person who has ever loved me.

He isn’t only my big brother; he is my only parent. He has been forced to step in due to our mother’s negligence. Her constant drug use and drinking, intermingled with blackouts, forced us to grow up long before the natural progression of years would have.

The men, a different one every night, become another terror we have to constantly avoid. We hide from the beatings by sleeping in the streets.

My brother is forced to work with the Colombian cartel just to feed us. Now, the only security I have ever known is being torn from my small, trembling hands. I died that day. My heart was ripped from my chest and it was the day a small boy was forced to become a man before his time.

Roxanne

I toss and turn throughout the night and it isn’t just due to the pain my body is in. I hear my husband screaming in his sleep. He begins by calling out for his brother, Ricardo, and begging him not to leave him. I guess the dream changes because, all of the sudden, he’s reaching out with his hands and calling out my name, begging for me not to leave him.

I feel a wrenching in my chest when he cries out my name while his body breaks out in a cold sweat. Compassion wells up in me for a man who just finished brutalizing me only hours before. He has succeeded in doing exactly what he threatened to do. He owns the biggest piece of me now. I find myself more and more resolved, with each passing day, to stay with this man. I know he is tormented by his own set of demons due to a childhood no one should be subjected to, least of all a six year old little boy, and I find that, little by little, he is worming his way into my heart.

I awake the next morning feeling like I have been beat up and run over by a truck. Memories of the night before flood my mind. I haven’t realized yet that my husband is staring at me.

He makes his way across the room and coldly states, “I’m very disappointed in you, Roxanne.” He pierces through me with his cold, black eyes and I feel like I have no choice but to just look away.

He reaches down to call Alexis on the intercom and command her to help me get in the shower.

Alexis makes her way into the room and eyes Antonio as he blankly stares at her.

“You are beautiful but, then again, all of my women are.” I find it odd how his words are more of a statement spoken to himself than to her. He seems to be very aloof and disconnected in both his actions and demeanor this morning.

He walks away and looks in the mirror to knot his tie. Why does he have to be so fucking gorgeous?

“Come on, Roxanne,” Alexis speaks as she eyes my bruised body. She whisks me away into the bathroom, and away from Antonio Wayne’s prying eyes, before she hands me four pain pills. “Here, Roxanne, I stole them from Tony’s desk.”

She waits until the water begins to run before she asks me what happened.

“He found out that I was going to run away. I guess Juanita told his brother and he called him. That’s what he said happened. He basically interrogated me all night.”

I have no way of knowing that it was Alexis who told him about my conversation with Juanita and she is not about to admit that she is the one who told Antonio. If I knew that she was the one who told him, I would also know that she never thought he would subject me to this
interrogation
.

She knows how dangerous Antonio can be. Alexis witnessed Antonio almost beat a man to death in the alley behind the club one night and she has been scared of him ever since. We all know all too well that Antonio is brutal and vicious by nature. I’m just glad he didn’t unleash the full extent of his sadism on me last night. My husband has a very bad temper to say the least.

For some reason, Antonio feels compassion for me that he doesn’t have for others.

“What did he use to interrogate you, Roxanne?”

I answer, “He just cuffed me down on the bed and questioned me all night. He did pinch the crap out of me. I guess that is what the bruising is from. The marks on my wrists and ankles are just from me struggling against the cuffs. ”

She looks at me and shakes her head. “Girl, let’s get you cleaned up.”

After I take a shower, Alexis exits the bathroom with me and I see her cut her eyes at Antonio Wayne.

Antonio coldly looks up and asks, “Have you got a problem, Alexis?”

Alexis answers, “A little rough, don’t you think,
Antonio
?”

“Oh, I’m Antonio now?” He bolts over, grabbing her arm in anger, and we both jump. I can only guess he knows that she is being sarcastic by the way she drawled his name out with contempt when she said it. I wonder how long it’s been since she used his full first name. As long as I’ve known her, he has always been ‘Tony’ to her and that, more than anything, tells me how angry she is with him.

Antonio leers at Alexis, “Are you questioning me on how I deal with my women?”

Alexis jerks her arm away and gives him no answer. She makes her way to the bed with me and reaches over to call for coffee. She whispers in my ear, “Those pills will kick in in a minute.”

Wayne growls, “What did you say to her, Alexis?”

Alexis lies and says, “I asked her if she needed something for pain. Can you get her something?”

He coldly answers, “Can you say please?”

“Please,” she blankly eyes him. I’m shocked because I’ve never witnessed her stand up to him. She isn’t even trying to hide the fact that she is really pissed right now. Any other time he can do no wrong in her eyes. That is not the case today, for sure. A part of me feels an allegiance to her for standing up to him.

“I will think about it, Alexis,” he says and then quickly leaves the room.

“Jerk!” Alexis says under her breath. Wow, she really is angry.

I sleep most of the day and wake up to Antonio telling me that it’s time to get ready.

I make my way over to Alexis, not even looking at Antonio, and open her drawer to grab five pain pills.

“That is too many, Roxanne.”

“Not with the way I feel, it isn’t.”

I am glad for the long sleeved, Mexican muslin shirt I wear to cover my bruises. I pair it with skinny jeans and edgy black stilettos and it looks drop dead gorgeous. I grab three more pain pills without Alexis seeing me.

I nurse a glass of Cristal as we head over to the club in silence. Alexis and I make our way to the dressing room. Both of us know that the other will not tell the secrets of the night before. Antonio also knows the secret will remain amongst the three of us. It is just the way it is.

I slam down a couple of shots and I am well on my way to being buzzed.

Antonio stands in the dressing room doorway to get a feel for the girls; he’s always the interrogator. His eyes are so cold as he looks down and informs me to accompany him. I feel a twinge of guilt as I think about how abandoned he must have felt when he heard I was going to leave him. How the hell does he manage to make me feel guilty after all the shit he put me through last night? I get up and notice that I stagger a bit but as he reaches to help me, I jerk away from him.

He eyes me when we sit down and he states, “You need to eat. How many drinks have you had? Fuck, Roxanne, how many pills have you taken? Damn it, it’s like you stay in trouble, girl. You’re always getting into shit. I swear I’ll stick my hand down your throat before I let you OD. When are you going to get it? I'm never going to let you leave me. You don’t even have control over whether you live or die but I damn sure do.”

I answer, “I don’t know.”

“How many pills did you take, Roxanne?”

“I don’t know.”

Antonio unbuttons his jacket, obviously irritated, and looks up to view FBI guy.

The agent’s eyes are trained on me as he speaks to my husband. “I’d like to speak to Roxanne alone.”

Antonio sneers at him, “That’s not going to happen.”

He questions me, “Are you okay?”

“Yep,” I slur. Yeah, I’m feeling no pain right now. When I move my arm to grab the drink I most certainly don’t need right now, my shirt moves up my arm enough to reveal the bruises on my wrist.

“Yeah, right!” he says as he grabs my arm. “If I ever find out these bruises aren’t consensual, there are going to be problems, Antonio Wayne! I already informed your wife that if she wanted out of this relationship, she could come live with me. While we’re on the subject, Antonio, I may as well let you know that I think you were right. I may very well be falling for your wife.”

Where is all this coming from? This guy has never said anything like that to me. If I get my ass kicked because of him, I swear I’ll beat his ass myself.

David is no more falling for me than I am for him; he just said it to bug Antonio. Doesn’t he fucking realize he is putting me in a dangerous situation?

“Well, while we are on the subject,” Antonio sarcastically replies, “she will not be talking to you alone anymore.”

David calmly eyes Antonio and says, “You are never going to stop that,” and then turns to leave.

FBI guy is going to get hurt fucking with Antonio like that…