“Over there,” Queenie says, pointing to a door that's cracked open. “Must be the bedroom.”
My heart is racing slightly, but overall I feel pretty relaxed for someone who's about to kidnap someone who's known to be a very dangerous man. Maybe it's the fact that I’m with someone much deadlier than him.
When we reach the bedroom door, the grunting and groaning gets louder.
“Surprise, shorty!” Queenie shouts as she bursts into the room, the door slamming into the wall.
Just as she says that, Jose lets out a loud groan. The girl screams in fright as she scrambles back. But it's too late because Jose is cumming. He looks at us in shock as his cock jerks, cum shooting all over the bed.
“Well, that's interesting,” Queenie says, tilting her head to the side as she watches it come out like a water gun.
Jose finally snaps out of it and reaches for his gun, but Queenie already has hers out, safety off and pointing at his head.
“Ah, ah, ah. Not so fast, super soaker,” she taunts. “You snooze, you lose. Talk about getting caught with your pants down.”
“What are you doing here?” he sneers.
“Hold, please,” Queenie says, then looks at the girl. “Do you want to be here?” She looks from Queenie to Jose, shaking in fear. “He’s not the one you need to be afraid of. Answer the question,” she demands.
“N-no,” she sobs.
“Did he force you to have sex with him?”
“Yes.” She nods her head, crying harder.
“Get dressed, and go find the laundry room. Stay hidden in there until I come get you, do you understand me? Do not talk to anyone and stay away from his men.”
The girl nods, scrambling off the bed, grabbing her clothes. She quickly gets dressed and leaves the room.
“Now, where were we?” Queenie asks, turning her attention back to Jose. He hasn’t moved, still kneeling on the bed, naked as the day he was born with his dick hanging out.
“We were at the part where I kill you,” he sneers, but doesn’t move.
“You sure do talk a big game for a man who's naked with a gun pointed at his head.” Queenie chuckles, taking a step forward. “So, how about you be a good boy and put some clothes on nice and slow, in a way where I can see your hands at all times. That way I don’t have to drag you out of here naked.”
I have a gut feeling he's not going to make this easy. He might have given one of the most dangerous people in the world the upper hand. He's still prideful, and I have a feeling he would rather die than roll over for Queenie, especially because she’s a woman.