The Club (13 page)

Roxanne

I bring Alexis with me to the booth when we enter the club. Tony cuts his eyes at me and I know if it was anyone but me bringing an uninvited guest to a meeting, he would make them leave. I’ll probably pay for it later but I don’t give a shit. I want her here for reinforcement.

Boy, Alexis wasn’t kidding when she said this chick was beautiful. I sneak a peek at the woman named Stormy and she is stunning. She is beautiful but it’s in a sexy way. Her blonde hair is cut in long straight layers and she has the body of a model. She is dressed in a black leather mini skirt and a cropped black leather top with a collar. The guy she is with, Miller, looks like a college frat boy but I know his looks are deceiving. He has a reputation for being crazy but he’s spot on when he aims a gun and goes in for the kill. Antonio’s voice interrupts my musings.

“You girls go with Roxanne, get a drink, and meet the other dancers. Oh, and Roxanne, don’t you dare so much as step one fucking foot outside of this club.”

His eyes hold the promise of discipline if I disobey and I resist the urge to say something in retort because he has guests. I would be willing to bet that I’m already in trouble for bringing Alexis to a closed meeting and I really don’t want to push it.

Antonio Wayne

“What’s up, Antonio? It isn’t like you to call me in for a kill,” Miller asks me.

“I’m fucking pissed about those Haitians taking my fucking boat and cargo. We had a peace treaty and they broke it when they started working with those fucking Dominicans with no thought of repercussions. It is very disrespectful for them to do this and I have every intention of sending a message to the rest of those pirating thieves. I want everyone dead and that includes the women working for the man who did this. I don’t want my heirs having to deal with this shit later on.”

“You planning on having kids, Antonio?” Miller chuckles.

I laugh before speaking, “Yeah, Roxanne just doesn’t know it yet.”

Miller speaks again, addressing everyone at the table. The sinister look on his face lets us all know that what he is about to say isn’t open for debate. “My partner Stormy goes where I go.” He stares at the men at the table as if he is daring a rebuttal from any of us. I put his mind at ease.

“From what I hear, she is a better shot than you are, Miller.”

Miller chuckles and visibly relaxes. “That may be so, Antonio. Yes, that may very well be a true statement.”

“I’m sending Diego in my stead, boys, and I expect when I wake up tomorrow to have this shit dealt with and my women brought home.” I lift my glass and decree a toast.

“Salud.”

“Yes, health to all of us,” Miller counters. He is well aware that this is a big job and we will need it.

I’ll be much more at ease when this job is complete. I can plainly see that I need some stress relief. I hope my defiant little wife is up for the challenge. All I can say is that she better be because she’s going to answer for that little stunt of bringing Alexis into a closed meeting. I wonder about that girl sometimes. It’s like she stays in trouble. She must enjoy receiving my discipline. I do know one thing; I damn sure enjoy administering it.

Roxanne

I jump at the crack of Tony’s whip. I’m strung up—literally. My toes barely touch the floor of the dungeon Tony had cleaned after the prisoner was taken from here. The smells of orange oil and leather bathe my senses. I breathe in the room and welcome the unknown that I will be venturing into tonight. I am getting the sense that there is something new on the horizon for us and, for some odd reason, I welcome it.

The sting of just the tip of my husband’s whip making contact causes me to cry out in euphoric pain. Something is happening. A new sensory awareness is going off in my body. It’s as if every nerve in my body is on high alert. I raise my head as the next strike hits me and I can’t help but notice the precision with which my husband wields the whip.

I cry out in pain as each strike hits a different part of my body. I gave into the pain long ago and now there is only the euphoric, drugged feeling of a woman who’s mind is swimming in dopamine and endorphins. I hear the whip hit the ground and his footsteps as he makes his way over to me. He picks up my head by a handful of hair and studies my face as I give him a faint smile.

“Do you know what you’re experiencing?”

“Heaven on earth,” I whisper.

“Subspace… welcome to my world, baby. You’re experiencing subspace for the first time and it’s by my hand. You have had a lot of firsts with me and there will be many more.”

He lowers me down, releasing me from the chain, and I fall into his arms. He gently carries me to the bed in the dungeon and lowers me down.

I look into his face as he talks and his voice is like a faraway call, beckoning me to join him in a sacred, unknown place of unity.

“You’re so wet. You’re so responsive to this lifestyle. You fit me like a hand in a glove, girl.”

I watch as he raises his body over mine, careful not to touch my tender skin. His thick, hard member slides into me with ease and I can’t ever remember being this wet, this turned on, or this high from the act of sex. This is more than sex, though; this is the joining of two kindred souls.

He taunts me with his cock, rotating his hips so that each entrance and exit graces over my clit just enough to tease me with an orgasm.

“Oh, you like that big, thick cock filling you up. Don’t you, girl? That’s it, baby. Take it,” he whispers as I pull my legs back to get more of his girth in me. I want him as deeply as I can stand.

His thrusts become more violent as he feels the beginnings of an orgasm coming on. “Fuck, you’re so damn tight, girl. You feel so fucking good.”

He grinds down in me, forcing me to climax.

“This fucking pussy belongs to me. It’s mine,” he growls. “I’m putting a fucking chip in you tonight. There is no way I’m even taking a chance on losing you. I don’t give a damn if you’re broken and you can’t love. I’m broken too and I can’t help but love you. I’m so broken that I’m obsessed, crazy, and rabid for a woman who is not only my captive, but my wife.”

His whole body shudders as he explodes within me and I lie there like a ragdoll, sated and taken. I have never been so high… I have never been so satisfied… I have never felt so loved…

He takes a moment to recoup and makes his way into the bathroom. He returns with a tray of items that I don’t have the energy to investigate or look at. He gently cleans me up and rubs me down with a mint lotion, taking care to administer what I now know as aftercare. When he has completed the act of making sure my wounds are tended, he raises me up and I feel a sting in my right shoulder blade. I know he has done what he threatened to do and implanted a chip in me. His words confirm what I already know to be my truth.

“I will track you to the ends of the earth if you ever leave me. You’re property—my property. Don’t ever make the mistake of running away; you have no right to steal what is mine. You. Are. Mine.”

Miller

I’ve got a bad feeling about this. Our run of good luck has been going strong since the night of Stormy’s first kill. I shake off the thoughts forming in my head before they bring on an emotion I just can’t entertain—fear.

Diego is too fucking antsy. This isn’t the same Diego in our brotherhood who runs a strip club in Louisville, Kentucky. This is a different guy from Guatemala and he’s one of Ricardo’s men. It isn’t that I don’t trust the guy; it’s just that he’s too fucking ready to kill. He is bloodthirsty and though that isn’t always a bad thing, there is something about the glint in his eye that is making me nervous. I feel like he is rushing in without care. I’m all for catching an enemy off their guard, but I’m not for rushing in without being careful.

I look over and mouth the words
are you okay?
Stormy smiles and furrows her brow at the same time like she’s wondering why I’m asking. She then nods her head and I smile back, hiding my reservation so she won’t worry. I don’t want her distracted; distracted people get killed. I would die without her. I literally would be a dead man walking. I push it from my head right when Diego crashes through the metal door like it’s made of paper.

Immediately, the whole place erupts in mass confusion and I send Stormy to gather all the women together. They all belong to Antonio Wayne except for one. According to our Intel, Rosalie is too far gone to be saved and despite the fact that she originally came over with all the other women, she’s been helping Eduardo for a long while. Stormy disappears to do as I ask while Diego and I search for Eduardo to kill him. I’m grateful for the fact that these are disorganized criminals. If they had any sense at all, they never would have taken Antonio’s cargo.

We find Eduardo huddled in a corner and hiding like a little bitch. I make my way over to him, place my gun at his forehead, and blow the top of his head off. I want to hurry up and get the fuck out of here.

Shots ring out and I hear Stormy screaming, confirming my earlier fears that something was going to go wrong. Diego takes off running, with me on his heels, and I hear another gun shot blast. I enter the room and Diego is standing over Rosalie’s dead body as he speaks, “You no bother Missy.”

“Fucking bitch shot me,” Stormy groans as blood pours from a wound in her arm. I grab her up and yell out to Diego that we’ll be back at the club. He tells us to go to the castle and calls Antonio to get a doctor there.

“I’ll be fine. You guys go… My men and I are going to enjoy blowing this mother fucker up.” He reveals his gold tooth as he smiles. I know he’s right. He has his crew here and they can more than handle it. I rush to the SUV, placing Stormy in the back because she can’t sit up, and I take off. I’m grateful I know my way around New York. I knew I felt like something was going to go wrong. I’ve learned to always trust my gut.