The Club (2 page)

Antonio Wayne

I leisurely stretch my long legs out and intertwine my manicured fingers behind my neck as I eye the latest present my brother has sent me. Seriously? What the fuck is Ricardo thinking? A wife? The last thing I need is a wife. I run a fucking strip club and fuck a different woman every night; I don’t want a wife.

He had been smiling on our video conference call when I confirmed her arrival in New York. He looked so happy, like he was witnessing some monumental moment in history that should be locked in a time capsule. I just stared at him the whole time, trying to figure out how to tell him I didn’t want her.

You have to know my brother to understand what I’m saying when I tell you that he isn’t the kind of guy you can tell no. How can I say I don’t want her when he feels like he has done me some favor by giving her to me?

My cock stiffens as I watch the girl stir and the bottom of one of her ass cheeks peeks out below the nylon shorts she is wearing. She is dressed in a white muscle tee and a pair of those hot pants like the chicks wear in those sports bars where they serve barbecue wings. You know, those places where every girl has huge tits, fake or not? I wonder if hers are real. I have a penchant for redheads and this girl definitely fits the bill. She’s feisty, hotheaded, in a cage, and at my mercy. It just doesn’t get any better than this. I don’t want a woman in my bed. I want her hanging from a chain in the ceiling of my dungeon, or spread eagle and strapped to the wall like she is being served up as a delicacy for my consumption. I’m all about control and that definitely goes for in the bedroom.

Her voice cuts through my depraved thoughts. “You can’t keep me here.”

“The fuck I can’t. You fucked up when you tried to hustle the Ramirez brothers.”
Resistance…I like it.

She sits up, looking at me like she hates me. “You said it correctly—tried to. I don’t have your money so let me go and we never have to go through with this sham of a marriage you’re planning. We can act like all of this never happened.”

She backs up into the corner of the cage when I stand and I can smell the fear she tries to hide behind her defiance. “I don’t think you’re in a situation to tell me what to do. I do, however, believe you’re in a situation to be under my control. I don’t make a habit of explaining myself to anyone and I definitely don’t make a practice of doing it with any of my women. I have a hard time believing you didn’t know who my brother was when you tried to throw that fight. You fucked up when you stole from the Ramirez brothers so woman up and do your fucking time.”

“How long? How much time?”

“You just don’t get it, do you? You. Are. Property.”

“I’m nobody’s fucking property.”

She jumps when I lunge towards her. “You’re making my cock hard resisting me. There is nothing more enjoyable than breaking a woman down. Welcome to my world, Sweetie…”

Roxanne

I’m cowering in the corner, sitting in a locked cage, and looking through the bars at one of the men responsible for my captivity. I skeptically eye him and though his appearance is striking, right now, all I can think about is my freedom and how to get it back.

“Roxanne, Roxanne, Roxanne, I’m very disappointed in your feigned ignorance! You’re a smart girl. Surely you get it. You have no choices; you stole from my brother.”

I watch as he sits his large 6’3” frame in the chair in front of the cell and I wonder if it is going to hold him. He is fucking huge and it’s evident not one ounce of it is fat. He stretches his long legs out, crossing them at the ankle, and then interlocks his fingers behind his head like he’s about to discuss a business deal with one his colleagues. Though his voice and his demeanor are cool, instinct tells me he is pissed.

“Roxanne,” his black eyes bore through me as he speaks, “I have a hard time believing that you didn’t know who my brother was when you ripped him off. Our reputation, well… let’s just say that it precedes us.”

  Oh shit, you had to go and piss off a man that tortures people for a living.

“Antonio, I’m sorry,” I didn’t get half of the sentence out before his voice silences me.

“Shut up!”

I’m now crouched down in the corner and eyeing him warily. This is the first time that I can ever remember being this terrified.

He stands and, in a matter of fact tone, states, “You will be treated as a captive. Don’t underestimate my ability to keep you under surveillance!” He then sharply turns on the toe of his designer shoe and makes his way up the stairs from the dungeon. He is dressed as if he is an important businessman in a suit. Looking at him now as he walks away, I would never know he was anything more if it wasn’t for the holstered gun he carries. I am in so much trouble. I fear I have well and truly sold my soul to the devil taking the form of a Colombian gangster.

I slump down, feeling utterly defeated. Why, why, why did I steal from these guys? Our plan had been foolproof. I never noticed that Ricardo was in the rafters watching intently as Juanita and I threw the fight. It is evident that this man, Antonio, is crazy enough to make me marry him and he has no intentions of setting me free. I’ll just have to find a way to escape…

Antonio Wayne

I make my way into my office to issue orders to my security team.

“I want that stand up cage that’s in storage brought out and placed in my master bedroom. That bitch is not to be out of your sight unless she is with me! If you fail in this matter, I’ll cut your fucking fingers off and mail half of them to your mothers and the other half to your wives.”

The guards know I’ll do it. I’m nothing shy of ruthless. I have a sadistic streak that none of my men care to be subjected to. Even my women steer clear of me when I’m in this mood. I have unfettered access to any woman I want and those who do play with me, can only withstand my torment if they have a deep masochistic streak. I enjoy inflicting pain; it’s why my brother uses me to torture prisoners. I’m fucked up in the worst kind of way and this captive of mine is getting ready to find out she fell into the hands of a very depraved man.

I watch as one of my bodyguards, Diego, shakes his head. Actually, he is Ricardo’s bodyguard but my brother sent him to accompany my captive. I’m sure he feels very sorry for the woman he has dubbed
Missy.
He is hoping I don’t kill her.

Whether I will or not remains to be seen…

I’m not in a real good mood lately. I’ve got a ton of shit I’ve been dealing with and nowhere in the mix did I anticipate taking on the responsibility of a wife.

Why my brother would
gift
me with a wife when he knows I’m dealing with one of my ships being pirated by the Haitians is beyond me. I know those fuckers are working with the Dominicans, trying to steal my women for themselves. I’m dealing with a fucking mess right now but, like most men, my brother thinks a good fuck and a strong shot of liquor are the answers for whatever ails a man. This is one time I will have to go with the flow and not exercise the control I pride myself in taking over each and every one of life’s problems. Being in control is never an option when dealing with my older brother, Ricardo…