Twisted Perception (Flawed #2) (7 page)

Chapter 11

I’d been training for months and had sold two more Thralls, with a few more in training. I was good at it—the best, they told me. Sarena was still with us, I could see now that Dominic had a soft spot for her. She was good at what she did, just not as good as me. I was the best. I’d made more money in less than four months than a lawyer would make in a year. My body wasn’t as sore as it used to be, it was now accustomed to the grueling training the bodyguard inflicted on me daily. The training paid off, I was faster and sharper. I was even a better shooter than I’d ever been, and I’d always been good with a bow.

We landed in L.A. two weeks ago. I’d had a meeting with Zeke and some dummy from his MC. Yes, the man dabbled and ruled everything. It still blew my mind.

Jagger also came and was staying with me. Nothing unusual there, he followed and I led, or sometimes it was the opposite. He wanted to tag along with everything I did, but I’d been told to keep him at a distance. He had his job and I had mine.

When I walked into the meeting with Sarena and Dominic, Zeke was sitting there with Dunk. He held an office position in the MC, high up, but I didn’t like him at all. He exuded bad vibes, not scary vibes, just not trustworthy. Zeke was sitting next to an exquisite blonde. She wasn’t someone I’d guessed would be his type. She seemed sweet, not someone who’d be attracted to the bad boy persona.

Zeke started talking business, impressed I was pulling in. Dunk sat across from me—staring. I wanted to smack him, I actually thought I just might. Then he said a word I hated and I knew at that moment I was going to hurt him. He called me babe. I was NOT his babe, nor anyone’s babe for that matter. That word was a pet peeve for me. I leaned down in my chair, reached under the table and grabbed his cock, giving it a quick twist before I let it go. He got up screaming. I decided to leave because I don’t do meetings, even though I knew I was meant to be there. I tuned the voices out anyway. They were sitting there having a full conversation and honestly, I hadn’t heard one word.

Bexley was the name of Zeke’s girlfriend. She seemed to be feeling the exact same way as I was, bored. I stood and informed them I was leaving. I kissed both Dominic and Sarena on the cheek, then turned to walk away. I didn’t know why I was doing that—I didn’t want friends, but she looked just as ready to leave as I was.

“You want to escape?” She smiled and nodded and then looked to Zeke for permission. She smiled when she climbed into my car, and I wondered how much she knew about what her boyfriend did for a living.

Jagger jumped in, excited to leave the house. He spotted Bexley and his charm radar turned on full blast. He liked what he saw and I didn’t blame him.

“So, you single?” he asked. I immediately followed that comment with a smack to the back of his head. The idiot wanted to die.

I pulled up at the sex shop. Jagger had kept Bexley company while I stayed silent during the drive. She asked questions about what he did and he answered. I shook my head in the rear mirror warning him when he told her, but he never shared about what he did for Zeke. I had a feeling she didn’t know anything and there was probably a very good reason for that.

I walked into the sex shop and picked up a leather outfit. This shop sells the best clothing. I watched as Jagger taunted Bexley inside the shop, showing her the best sex toys and watched as her face flushed. I kind of liked her, she was different. I got a call, Dominic wanted me to work that night, so I needed to go back to our house and sleep. I dropped Jagger off first, then took Bexley home. Before she hopped out, I had to ask her something.

“Is he good to you?” I was referring to Zeke. I liked her and I didn’t want to see her treated badly. Sarena’s story was bad enough. Yes, I did these things, but they’re only punished when they were out of line, and for training. We didn’t make it our mission to torture men. Plus, men had been doing it to us for years. Now it was the women’s turn.

She shrugged her shoulders. I took that as meaning he wasn’t bad to her. But I saw that she wanted him, wanted that man badly.

*****

I could now take a Thrall of my choosing without assistance. I was strong enough to lift one into my car by myself. I was going to target one tonight as I had a client that I’d met up with yesterday who provided specific instructions of what she had required.

I was dressed in fuck me clothes, my shoes were high and my shorts were higher. The men stared, some weren’t courageous enough to come up to me, others were. I found who I needed within ten minutes. I played the dumb drunk well, inviting him out to my car to get him inside it. He was a perfect fit. Dark skin, big beautiful lips. Toned and gorgeous. He leaned over to kiss me, but I quickly got across and sat on his lap. The needle was in my hand, ready to go in. First, though, I wanted a little taste, and when his lips touched mine, it was heaven. They were just as good as I thought they’d be. His hands went to my back and he pulled me to him. He trailed his hands down. I missed having a man that worshiped me for reasons of his own, instead of being forced.

“I’m sorry,” I said, just as his lips lifted away from mine.

The needle went straight into his neck and his hands flew straight there. I really should find out what they put in these syringes, but I didn’t actually care as long as it did the job. He pushed up, trying to rid me from his lap, but it didn’t work and soon his head fell back to the seat. I looked at him a little longer, wanting more. Anything more. I decided to move off of him.

I dropped him at my house. The bodyguard helped me carry him down the stairs and into my basement. The house they had rented for me was large, accommodating my needs. I even had a nurse on standby, the same one from back home. She met us downstairs and shook her head and swore in Spanish.

“We’re going out,” Jagger called from the top of the stairs. He had a sadistic smile on his face and I knew he was up to something. I didn’t think I wanted to find out what.

Jagger and I picked up Bexley and we went to a strip club. It was then I knew what he was up to. He liked her, even though he shouldn’t. Her eyes only shone for one person and that person was not someone I wanted him to get on his bad side.

We walked in and it was busy. Jagger whispered something to Bexley, I tried not to notice, but when she stormed off and Jagger stayed exactly where he was, smiling, I knew I needed to follow.

Bexley snapped the back of a girl’s head backward with one hand. I smiled brightly and the boys from the club all stood, ready to hurt her. I turned and made eye contact with each one of them. In return, some sat down, some didn’t. Dunk stared at me, a smirk on his face. I heard a slap and turned to see Bexley lifting her hand away from Zeke’s face. Fuck, I didn’t want to be involved in this shit. Yes, I liked the girl—but fuck.

Zeke got mad and words were exchanged. He said something and her hand rose again, but he grabbed her wrist mid-slap. I knew it was time for me to get her out of there, these boys were looking pissed. I might be good, but an entire MC against one girl, well it was not going to happen unless I was up high and had a bow and arrow in my hands.

“What are you doing, Aria?” Zeke’s eyes were on mine as I stepped close to Bexley’s back. He’d gotten incredibly good at calculating my moves.

“I’m taking her with me. Let go of her hand, Zeke,” I warned him.

“You work for me, Aria,” he warned me. He was right and a part of me was scared of what he was capable of. He didn’t come to earn such an empire for nothing, silent and deadly was what he was. The men were all back on their feet, defending their president. Most had their hands on their guns, but I could guarantee I’d be faster, I would get at least a few before one got me.

“That may be so,” I looked around, smiling, “but don’t think I wouldn’t put a bullet in one of these boys’ brains before they touch me.” They looked at me, then back to Zeke, and they all sat back down except for Dunk, who stood and stared at me. I seriously considered castrating him, but Zeke told me to take her. I did and told him not to come back until tomorrow.

He didn’t listen. I was in the backyard, shooting. I was ready to give Bexley a turn when she grabbed a gun and shot like a pro. It made me think, who was she really? A girl that looked like her, and talked like her, shouldn’t know how to put a cap in someone’s ass without blinking. At that moment, I thought I liked her even more.

She asked me what I did. She knew I worked for them, Dominic and Zeke, but I doubted she knew the extent of what I did for them. I told her that I was a trafficker. She looked shocked and her face was set to an expression of holy fucking shit. She managed to wrap her head around it eventually, and just as she finished shooting again, he was back. Back for her.

I left them to it. He may not have seen it yet, but Zeke loved her. He wouldn’t bother coming if he hadn’t, not a man like him.

“Why does he get her?” Jagger said, watching out the back of my car as the two lovebirds made up.

“I’m guessing he has a huge cock,” I told him, trying not to laugh.

“So I just have to show her how big my junk is?” he asked seriously as he turned to me.

“If you do, I would bitch slap you the way our mother should have,” I warned him. He shrugged his shoulders and walked back to the couch with me, I was about to whip his ass in Guitar Hero.

Chapter 12

Zeke was getting on my last nerve, so badly I wanted to cut him and train him like my others. He was moping around. You know, like those people that drag themselves around the place like a sad piece of shit, but denied everything to your face. Yes, that was him right now. Bexley was gone, she was utterly sick of his shit and left his ass. I was proud of her, but now I desperately wanted her back so he could get laid.

“You’re coming to New York with me,” he said from my sofa.

“Fuck off!” I shooed him away with my hand and continued to clean my arrows. He gave me a ‘what the fuck are you doing?’ look and then shook his head.

“You are. We leave tonight for a meeting and fly back the next day,” he said as he walked across the room and knocked all my arrows to the ground. I moved to pick one up and throw it at him as he walked to the front door. “That arrow may touch me, but if it does my gun touches you,” he called back over his shoulder. I could hear the smile in his voice as the arrogant bastard walked out the door.

I walked downstairs to the basement where my man was behind held. I’d had him for a while, he was my treat. I liked the fire behind his eyes. It gave me a challenge.

He was naked when I entered. I had on high red boots and shorts and shirt that showed my stomach, but he didn’t look. I walked over and turned on some music. I needed to make him want me, inflict some blue balls on him while I was away.

His head snapped up and I looked at his luscious lips, they were very kissable. I knew so, I had tasted them numerous times. I swayed my hips to the music, running my hand along my stomach and up under my breast. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so I lifted my breast higher, teasing him.

His reaction was almost immediate, his cock bounced but wasn’t fully erect. I snapped my buttons undone and dropped my pants as well as my undies and walked toward him. I was now completely naked from the waist down, except my boots.

“Touch me,” I ordered and he did so. His restrained hand reached out and lifted to my pussy, he slid over it, touching my clit then inserting one finger. I dropped to my knees and came closer. He couldn’t move, his restraints restricted him.

“Suck,” I told him and lifted my shirt. His mouth captured my nipple, sucking hard, and he continued to fuck me with his finger. His cock was now fully erect and hard.

I made him continue until I came, then I stood and placed my clothes back on. He looked from me to his cock, wanting more but finally understanding not to ask. He was learning. He may be rewarded when I return. Maybe.

*****

When I came home after I talked to my new client, I was pissed. She had expectations that couldn’t be met. She wanted her man ready in five days—five days and she’d pay me double. Some weren’t easy to crack, they were harder, raised rougher. I got lucky sometimes, and the easy ones, well they were just easy. This one wasn’t, I had a strong feeling from the start that he wouldn’t be.

I tried not to think about it, I had to leave for New York. Zeke was picking me up soon. I instructed the nurse to feed and bathe my Thrall. She nodded her head and disappeared. I packed a small bag and by the time I was done, Zeke was out front waiting for me.

“You got laid yet?” I asked him as I climbed into his car. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow, then sped off without answering my question.

“I could help, you know,” I said and he looked at me with narrowed eyes while he rubbed his chin.

“Not me, you fool, I wouldn’t touch you. I have higher expectations.” He huffed at me and continued to let me talk. “I can find you a girl. One with short blonde hair and a tiny body, but with a nice ass,” I said, obviously describing Bexley. He shook his head. He knew me well.

The flight was quiet and I slept for most of the trip. Zeke used his private jet and we arrived early that morning. We had a meeting arranged for later on, to expand the business. He took me in as he wanted my no bullshit attitude. They’d be showing us their girls, the ones who they thought could match what we pulled. I doubted it, but would see what panned out. I didn’t imagine myself ever doing the job I did now. Couldn’t have even dreamed of it, it wasn’t something that you ever thought about. It was something that just happened.

Zeke had wanted lunch before we went to the meeting, he didn’t eat on the plane and was hungry. We walked toward the place where we’d meet and I stopped. I saw her through the window of the restaurant—Bexley. I knew it was her by her posture, her hair, the way she held herself. Zeke didn’t notice and kept on walking.