My tits were gonna freeze off if the fuckers didn’t take the bait soon. As the days got shorter, the nights got colder, and standing on a corner in fishnets, a skirt that let the edge of my un-pantied ass hang out, and a tube top, sans bra, was not something I enjoyed. I also had to admit that in hindsight, not having to troll the streets for johns after Danny recruited me to work at Cherry Baby had been a blessing. A shitty one, but a blessing nonetheless.
With Danny gone, I’d wondered what would happen to the club and the girls, but it appeared someone had already taken it over. They hadn’t even bothered to change the name. As I rode by on my way here, I got my first new glimpse of the club, and there had been a line at the door with the usual bass beat carrying out into the night anytime the door opened. Thankfully I didn’t feel much in regards to the building, not that I was eager to see it or anything.
It wasn’t like I was going back there, ever, but I also hadn’t planned on being hooker bait either, yet there I was, having just turned down the third dude of the night because he wasn’t who I was trying to attract. I was about to call it quits when the signal came from across the street. My mark was near. Nerves swarmed my belly until I thought I was going to puke.
Vinnie had assured me they’d try to take me instead of just taking me out, but right then he wasn’t the one with his life on the line and his ass, literally, out in the wind. The dark sedan slowed as I sashayed to the edge of the curb and propped my foot on the fire hydrant, showing my goods to anyone who bothered to look. When it came to a stop next to me, the window lowered, and a decent-enough-looking guy grinned at me.
“Hop in, baby. Daddy needs some ass,” he directed as the door locks audibly disengaged, and he flashed a wad of cash at me with a fifty on the outside. But my instructions were to get him alone, not get in his car.
“Sorry, I don’t do cars, but I can meet you right back there.” I pointed toward the darker alley, a single street lamp lighting up the entrance. Dude looked like he was about to argue, so I shrugged and waved him off. “On second thought, I think I’m going to call it a night. If you head about half a block down, there are several ladies that would be more than happy to assist you.” I let my foot slip off the hydrant, smoothed my skirt down, and started to walk off in the direction I’d mentioned.
“Get your ass in the car, whore,” he growled at me. And of course the fucking signal came again. Goddamnit.
“No. Follow me or don’t, but your dick won’t suck itself.” I changed my trajectory and picked up my pace, glad there wasn’t ice to make the pavement slick. I barely kept myself from jogging in the stiletto boots, not wanting to draw undue attention to myself, but I was intent on making it back there before he did—hopefully to the safety of the Carlotti men that were supposed to be backing me up.
The man cursed then rolled the window up, speeding off down the street, making a U-turn at the intersection right as I rounded the corner of the building and disappeared into the shadows of the alley. I didn’t dare ask if anyone was waiting for me; I was too worried I might be overheard and give the men away.
My palms prickled with sweat, and I took a moment to rub my flower-shaped birthmark with my thumb for luck before finding a clean-ish spot on the cold brick wall to prop myself against. With one foot planted, knee up, and knife easily accessible in case shit went down, I was as ready as I was going to get. I didn't have more than a cursory idea of how to use it, but jab and stab seemed fairly straightforward.
The alley wasn't wide enough for two vehicles, but there was plenty of room for one. The car crept in, stopping just shy of my position, blinding me with the headlights only to shut them off and leave me seeing spots. By the time my vision cleared enough to make out shapes, the man had his door open, bitching at me to hurry up and suck his dick. With the amber running lights still on, I could see him moving—probably opening his pants. He really wasn't going to get out of his car.
Wistfully, I glanced at the tip of the hilt just barely visible in the top of my knee-high stiletto boots. I couldn't stall any longer, and no one was coming to my rescue. Surely, Vinnie doesn’t mean for me to actually service anyone. Dread settled in my gut when it started to look like I might actually have to touch the man. I can't do this. But I could...I had before, and if I had to now, then so be it.
Kicking off the wall, I pushed my reluctance down and channeled Angel. Not Santos' angel, but Angel the stripper. Angel the whore. That Angel, she didn't mind putting a sway into her step or letting her hips swing suggestively as it made the micro-skirt inch up for her pussy to play peek-a-boo out from under it.
"'Bout fucking time you got your sweet ass over here," he said as I rounded the open driver's side door to find he did indeed have his half-hard dick out, waiting for me. "Get on your knees. I tried to be nice and let you get in, so don't go bitching about the pavement being cold or uncomfortable."
As I sank down to take my position, I tried to spy anyone coming out from the shadows. Where the fuck are they? Vinnie is going to have some fucking explaining to do. And so was I. The guys were never going to forgive me for this. The memory of Tony's arms crossed, fury twisting his face up into a mask of anger, flashed through my head as I came closer and closer to crossing a line I had never intended to even approach again. He'd been so pissed when I left. Even if the others took me back after this, I doubted he would.
"You thought you were so fucking smart didn't you, Angel?" I didn't have a chance to run. My lurch backward was brought to an abrupt halt by two hands grabbing my hair to pull my head up, making my scalp scream in pain from while my neck strained at the harsh angle he forced upon it.
"I didn't think anything. Let me the fuck go!" I tried to pull away, hair be damned. He could keep the shit, but I couldn't get any leverage to do so.
"Don't play dumb, you fucking cunt. You've been traipsing around town with your bodyguards in tow, but word is out. You got kicked to the curb today. Imagine my surprise when I got tipped off that you were already looking for work tonight. Boss wants a word with you, but first, I'm getting a little extra for my effort."
What the fuck is he talking about? Did Vinnie set me up?With the lack of rescuing going on, it was a distinct possibility, and if so, I really was screwed. And who knew what the guys would do, or if they even knew or cared…
I flicked my gaze around in vain. There still wasn't another person in sight. If I screamed, someone might come, but whether it would do me any good was another matter entirely. This wasn't the part of town that kindhearted people frequented after dark. Hell, they barely came around during the day.
The man let go with one hand, giving me a brief spurt of hope that I could get away, but the gun he pulled out buried that real quickly. With his arm draped over the steering wheel, he used the hand in my hair to pull me forward.
"Bite me, and I'll put a hole in you. Boss didn't say you had to be in one piece."
"I can't reach." And I couldn't. My struggles had only served to pull my knees nearly under the car, and while the heat it put off was welcome, the bits of gravel and whatever other debris digging into my skin were not.
"Then sit up, but don't try anything. Hands where I can see them. Just so you know, stall tactics won't work. The boss isn't stupid enough to think the Carlotti boys would actually let you go. The minute you acknowledged the pricks watching you, trying to trap one of us, they were dead. No one is coming to help you, girly, so get with the program."
God, he was a mouthy fuck. I preferred the ones that just got it over with. Hoping to speed things up, and maybe get a chance when he inevitably made me get in the car, I put my hands on his thighs and scooted my legs back, wincing as I felt the skin across my knees break. Never could keep a pair of fishnets in one piece. I nearly let out a hysterical bubble of mirth at the thought, but before it could leave my lips, it turned into a whimper of pain when the man wrenched my head forward with his makeshift handle.
Steeling myself for what I was about to do, I closed my eyes, wet my lips, and took the spongy tip of a stranger's dick in my mouth, just like old times. Too bad I had to be sober for it. Soon enough, he was pressing me down to take the slightly above-average cock into my throat. I balked, afraid he was going to come in my mouth. I really didn't want him doing that without a condom.
"Shut up," he snarled at my noises of protest, abandoning his weapon on the dash to take my head in both hands before tipping it up enough to make eye contact. My lips were still stretched around his erection as he let me know exactly why Vinnie had targeted him. "Your boyfriend struggled too when I popped his cherry. Squealed like a little bitch as I ripped his ass up," he bragged, not that I could see Vanni, or any of them, making such a sound. "Too bad you're used up, I've developed a hankering for tight holes, and after seeing the footage of you taking the Carlottis together, there's no way you have a cherry anything."
He raped Vanni.Motherfucker was dead. I bit down, not caring that it would likely get me shot, or worse. Luckily, the idiot must have forgotten about his gun in the throes of his pain and panic as he tried to pull me off, bellowing like a wounded animal. Who's the bitch now, asshole? I didn't have any direction in mind when I pulled the knife from my boot. My only intention was to separate his violating dick from its host, but as I let him go, his yanking pulled me off course, plunging the knife into the fold of his thigh. I pulled it right back out, amid his screams of agony, and fell back as his hands released me to cup his crotch. Scuttling back in an awkward crabwalk, I came up against the brick of the building behind me and tried to get to my feet.
With pure, unadulterated hatred in his eyes, he reached for his gun. But his movement let off whatever pressure had kept his more severe wound closed, and a spurt of blood arced up, hitting the window of the open door before ricocheting off to spray across the ground. Several more followed, and he abandoned his firearm to clamp a hand against the wound, but it didn't do him any good. A moment later, his head lolled back as he lost consciousness.
I managed to gain my feet and promptly threw up, splattering them in vomit. I'd never killed anyone before. The sensation of my knife sliding into him, that small pop as the tip burrowed through his skin, to the sucking pull when I'd jerked it back out replayed over and over in my head until I was dizzy with it and my stomach was down to dry heaves.
My feet stumbled away from the scene, yet I didn't let go of my bloody weapon. I had to get back to the estate, but I needed to find a phone first. Mine had been left in the car that dropped me off.
My startled scream echoed around me even as my arm swung the weapon at a figure coming around the corner. The man just barely caught it before I could bury the deadly metal into his stomach. Then recognition hit.
"Fields?"