SINdicate: A BT Urruela FanFiction Novel: Cerberus MC Book 1.5 (15 page)

“Time to go,” I hear Vito say from behind him.

“Fuck, okay,” BT says. “Give me a damn minute.”

I watch as he tucks his growing cock back into his pants. I see a pained expression sweep over his face before he turns away from me and walks toward Vito.

“You’ve got a dud, man,” BT says slapping him on the back. “She can’t suck dick for shit.”

My heart clenches at his words, and a tear rolls down my cheek when he walks out closing the door behind him without saying another word.

I know he’s acting. I could see him double in size just being in front of my face. Him warning me about the men and how he wants to make sure no one else tries to sleep with me doesn’t make his words hurt any less.

BT

I hate saying bad things about her, and I hate how I decided to do what I did. I couldn’t think of another way around it. The angle of the door to the bed left no other recourse. If I didn’t whip my dick out, Vito would’ve been suspicious. I thought I had more time. It felt like I only had seconds with her, even though I know it was probably closer to two hours.

What I hate the most though is having to walk away from her. I nearly came when I saw her perfectly pink tongue snake out toward my cock. I had to suddenly pull away. If I didn’t, I’d never be able to leave her. I may lie to these fuckers about how her oral skills, of which I’ve yet to experience, sucked, but the tingle in my balls just being a few inches from her mouth tells me whenever I do get to slide to the back of her throat, it will be the best damn day of my life.

Vito notices me holding my hand against my mouth. I can smell her on my face and my hands. I’m pissed I can’t just be left in this moment alone so I can enjoy the memory of her on my skin.

“What’s up?” He asks indicating my hand.

I sweep it over my chin roughly. “I got pussy on my face,” I lie.

He shakes his head in disbelief. “You don’t have to do that man. They do whatever the fuck you want.”

I shrug my shoulder. “I’m equal opportunity I guess. Waste of my damn time, eating pussy more than half the time. Then the blowjob was less than good.” I hate the words spewing out of my mouth, but I need this asshole to think she’s not worth his time. I need him to stick with the other girls he clearly feels will do his dick justice.

“You should’ve just fucked her and got it over with,” He says on the ride down to my floor.

“Didn’t have a rubber, and she said she didn’t know if she was clean or not.” I wipe my hand over my face. “Of course she says that shit after she comes all over my face. The last thing I need in the middle of working off my debt is for my dick to fall off too.”

He laughs loudly. “There’s a bowl of condoms right inside the door.” He shakes his head and slaps me on the back as we exit the elevator and make our way to my door. “Next time grab a rubber and fuck her. Maybe she’s better on her back than she is on her knees.”

I walk through the door and close it behind me without another word. I’m seething. Five more seconds with that guy and the other women would just have to wait for some other guy to rescue them because I’ll beat his ass and go get my girl.

We don’t have much longer before the timeframe the SINdicate gave her father ends. They know just as much as I do that he’ll never come up with the money. I know they may not hurt her so long as they think she’s earning some of that money back, but she won’t be able to hide the fact that she’s turning down everyone but me for long.

Being in this room, only a handful of floors below her makes me crazy. I pace around my small room livid that there’s nothing I can do this very second to help her. I regretted leaving her behind the second the steel door closed behind us.

I clench my fists. Every half-cocked plan to rescue her and the other women is no plan at all. Without knowing where the other women are, I have no recourse to even formulate a way to save them and her. I know the first thing I need to do is get a phone off of one of the fuckers Vito and Frankie have me roll.

I’ve got to get Shadow and the entire Cerberus team on this. Thinking I could handle this on my own and assuming this would be quick and easy was a mistake of epic proportions.

I sit down on the tiny sofa and kick off my shoes. I get up and walk closer to the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, I remove my prosthetic and the padded socks. Climbing over the lip of the tub is a pain in my ass, which makes me hate the SINdicate more. The only good thing I’ve discovered with this room is the rate at which the water heats up and extreme pressure the shower head works at.

I lean my head against the wall and allow the stream to hammer my back. I didn’t take into account the way my body would feel after leaving Aviana. My balls ache, and the mere thought of her has me thickening without provocation.

I imagine I’m a pitiful sight. At nearly thirty damn years old, I’m stroking my cock in the shower like a fifteen-year-old boy. I can’t remember the last time I pictured a specific woman to fantasize about while jacking off in the shower.

I know that coming in the shower isn’t going to relieve much pressure. The only thing that would satisfy me right now would be an orgasm resulting from Aviana’s direct touch. Her hand. Her mouth. That glorious pussy I had my mouth on a mere few hours ago.

I do know, however, attempting to go to bed without doing something will lead to an already restless night of sleep. I groan as my hand strokes over the engorged head. I lick my lips hoping to get another taste of her. Nothing remains. We kissed so much after she exploded there’s not a trace of her on my lips. Fuck. Kissing that perfect mouth, knowing her taste mingled between us, has to be the hottest thing ever.

I stroke myself faster, harder. I picture myself in front of her mouth. I see her trace her tongue over her lips in anticipation. I close my eyes and see her looking up at me, her hazel eyes wide and begging.

“Fuck,” I groan as I coat the wall of the shower with long, hot streams of semen.

I take calming breaths, trying to get my heart rate back to normal. I let my mind wander to what life will be like once we get back to Tampa, and we can put all of this shit behind us.

I feel like I can talk to Aviana, even though we’ve not really had time to talk about anything substantial. I don’t have expectations of a relationship with her, even though I hope there will be one. I’m not here to bring her home on the condition that she stay with me, but I can’t help but hope she’ll want to once we get back.

She will not return to that shitty apartment. She may not live in the worst area of Tampa, but it’s in the top five. I’d never be able to sleep at night knowing she’s there. We didn’t have time to talk about why she left so quickly the night she came to my house for dinner, but I plan to ask her once we get the chance to talk again.

I wash my body and try to think of a way to convince Vito to return to the top floor. I hold absolutely no pull where our daily plans are concerned, but the idea of pussy is very tempting for any man. I know I can’t wait to get back up there and get my mouth on her again.

I feel a twinge of remorse thinking about what we did this evening. She’s trapped, and even though I may be the only person she can trust right now, I can’t help but feel like I took advantage. I’m unexplainably drawn to her, and I know she was begging for more, but that doesn’t mean she didn’t regret it the second I walked away. That’s why I know I can’t make love to her until she’s free of that place, and the decision is based solely on her wanting me, rather than feeling obligated because of the situation she’s in.

Never in my life did I think I’d be dating, or trying to date, a woman held captive by a Vegas mob boss. This stuff is so far-fetched normal people would think I’m crazy if I ever tried to retell this story.

Aviana

I didn’t leave my room again after BT left. The time he was able to spend with me was amazing, and not just because I’m trapped here. He’s managed, in only two short moments together, to crawl inside me. Not in the literal sense, even though his fingers, hands, and mouth were an eye-opening experience.

Walls I spent my whole life building have begun to crumble. Last night I spent hours wondering about him and the possibility of more. Normally, I’d shut down any thoughts of wanting a man in my life for more than a little fun, but somehow, he’s different.

It’s impossible not to want to get to know him better and see where this leads. He dropped everything in his life to come find me. That right there is enough to make any girl swoon. No matter how hard I tried in the beginning, I’ve discovered I’m in no shape or form immune to his charm. Charm isn’t the only thing he has working in his favor. Aside from his ridiculously good looks, he’s practically a hero.

If a man is willing to risk life and limb to rescue a girl he hardly knows, what does that say for his dedication to a woman he’s actually in a relationship with? I’ve admitted to myself that the men I’ve been avoiding to not end up like my mother are nothing like BT. I know I may have shunned a few good guys in my attempt to avoid heartbreak, but not one man prior is as amazing as BT.

I feel absurd lying in bed, fantasizing about what a life with BT would be like. It isn’t until my stomach growls, reminding me that I skipped dinner last night to spend time with him, that I force myself out of my room.

I head to the kitchen and make a Nutella and jelly sandwich; my go-to meal these days. The whole floor is incredibly quiet this morning. I head out with my sandwich to find Darby. She seemed pretty excited that Vito was paying attention to her again. I don’t see her in the living room area, so I head to her door and give it a soft knock.

It’s not early in the morning, but we don’t really keep normal hours up here. I blame that on never getting to leave the floor, which means a lot of us take naps throughout the day. When she doesn’t respond after the first knock, I try again.

I wait a long minute, and she finally opens the door. My smile fades immediately when I see her swollen eyes. It’s clear she’s been crying. I gently push my way into her room and close the door behind me. It’s not until she sits on the bed and looks at me directly that I can tell she has purple bruising on her cheek.

“What happened?” I ask gently when I really want to get angry and yell.

I knew the women in the house would do something like this eventually, and hate that I wasn’t there to help her. I now know that my days of safety are numbered. It’s not only the men I have to worry about hurting me but the women as well.

Darby releases a low chuckle. “Vito happened.”

“Vito?” I sit down at the foot of the bed. “He hit you?”

She nods yes. “Apparently, he’s still upset about the hook ups after my outing with Frankie.”

“Did he…?” I can’t even get the question about sexual assault out.

“We had sex. It was rougher than normal,” she says shrugging her shoulders. “I like it rough, so I was surprised, but it wasn’t until we were talking afterward. He told me not to take dates or have sex with any of the other guys. When I explained my contract, he just laughed at me and then he hit me.”

I gasp and cover my mouth with my hands. “What does that mean now?”

“It means I’ll only be allowed to be with him.” She shakes her head and begins to cry. “I can’t just have sex with one person. That’s not who I am.”

I rub her knee because I don’t know what else to say. Normally I would know exactly where she’s coming from but after meeting and spending time with BT, it seems my views on sex are changing.

I want to tell her about him, but I know I can’t. Not just because he told me to keep it to myself, but I know I can’t trust anyone here, even if she’s the closest thing to a friend that I have.

“I want out,” she says through her sobs. “I’m only half way through my contract.”

“Can’t you just ignore him? Do what you want?”

She shakes her head vigorously. “He told me that if he found out that I hooked up with another one of the guys he’d send me to The Cat House.”

“Fuck,” I mutter.

“Yeah,” she says, “fuck.”

***

Darby and I sat in silence for a long while. I didn’t leave her room until she said she was tired and wanted to sleep.

I hate that I can’t tell her about BT and his plans to rescue me. I don’t know how many of the other girls would want to leave when the time comes. My hopes are they would have no choice because the entire SINdicate would be broken up and no longer a working organization. What happens to them then? Will they just be thrown out into the world?

I know Darby’s story and how miserable her life was before Vito found her at the strip club. I imagine most of the other girls’ stories are similar. Life has to be pretty rough for the idea of living in a brothel to sound like a good plan.

No one here seems to hate it much, but I know when Darby finally comes out of her room, she’ll pretend to be just as happy as she pretended before Vito hit her last night. She can’t show weakness. Especially not when all the other women hate her. The other girls could be just as unhappy, but I’ll never know that because they despise me for just being friends with her.

I curl up on the couch in the living room. If I go back to my room, I’ll never want to leave. My sheets smell like BT, and that makes me miss him tremendously. I know that’s where I’ll end up shortly, but for now, I need a little distance.