Chapter Six

If looks could kill, I’d be fucking dead on the floor already.

Jay’s fingers twitch, like he’s ready to jump, but I know he can’t. He answers to Dominico, and right now I have Dominico’s attention. I shoot Jay a look that discards him like he’s unimportant, before turning my attention back on Dominico.

“A sex scandal,” I state more matter-of-factly this time. Dominico’s eyebrows raise. The room’s never been this quiet, as I wait for his reaction.

“Will would rather die then see me with someone else. I’m his. My body is his to claim and no one else’s. You wanna piss him off?” If I could widen my arms, I would. Instead, I settle with falling back lazily in my chair, uncomfortably, but I try to ignore the pain in my arms.

Jay shakes his head, and shove his hand through his hair.

“ I need a fucking cigarette.”

“Interesting theory, Akira.”

I show my gratitude with a nod of my head.

“So, you want me to have one of my men fuck you…”

I wince at how harsh it sounds but ultimately, I nod.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Cross?”

With a sharp shake of my head, I swallow the vomit that’s rushed up my throat and into my mouth. Fucking gross. I’d rather die.

“Are we really going to entertain this ridiculous fucking idea?” Jay raises his hand, gesturing wildly, with a cigarette now perched between his lips. He glares at me with such malice, I cower and cast my gaze around him.

“If you don’t fucking believe me, then go right ahead…. Cut one of my fingers off and send it to him. I bet you he doesn’t give you a fucking cent. I bet he’ll say he’s doing everything on camera, and do nothing behind doors.”

“But he’ll do something if I fuck you?”

Jay presses incredulously. His blonde locks are disheveled, and I can’t stop the quick thought that pops into my head, that he looks good.

I give him a dry laugh, and clench my teeth.

“I don’t fucking answer to you. It’s not for you to decide.” I look expectantly at Dominico. Jay’s jaw is practically on the floor. If he wasn’t holding his cig it would’ve fallen on the floor, all burning ash.

Dominico’s eyes narrow, passing between Jay and I, before resting on Jay and a wry smile forms on his lips.

“Jay, how about we test your theory.”

Jay snaps his head at Dominico, and I can’t see his expression but the back of him is all thick muscle, flexed and straining beneath his shirt.

“Cut off her finger.”

Shit.

I scramble in my seat, and cry out, shaking my head vigorously. I pray he’ll pity me, but the look on Jay’s face says otherwise. Like he’s been fucking waiting for this order from the moment he broke in to my fucking house.

“Please!” I scream. My voice so loud, a few of the men cringe, and cuss.

Jay stomps towards me, withdrawing keys from his pocket. Cross comes and shoves a hand between my shoulders on my back and holds me forward. I squirm, snapping my head sideways, and trying to bite Jay.

His chuckle is dry, and once my arms are free, he wrenches me forward off the chair. Tossing the cuffs to cross, he yanks me to the desk Dominico is sitting at, and I plead and beg, eyes wide and scared.

“Please, I’m telling you it won’t work!”

“Well, if not, then you’ll get your wish.”

It’s not my fucking wish.

Jay slaps my hand down, and in one swift motion my blood curling screams pierce the air as his blade slices straight through the tip of my pinky.

The last thing I hear before everything goes black is a gruff voice.

“Leave enough so she can still get her hand around a cock.”

***

When I awake, panic sets in. I flex my fingers, and wince. A bandage is professionally wrapped around my pinky, and a sob erupts from my lips. I’m back in the dingy basement, chained to a pipe.

But you’re alive.

And in fucking pieces.

I blink a few times, registering the headache formed in my temples, and rest my head back against the cold wall. I hope Will is fucking happy. I’m sure he’ll get my finger preserved and put in a fucking display case.

I whine as I press my hand down to scooch myself backwards, and pain radiates all the way up my fucking arm.

That fucker.

As if Karma has nothing better to do, the door to the basement is yanked open and in walks the one and only piece of shit that cut me.

He’s grinning from ear to ear. Satisfaction twinkling in his eyes as he flicks a light on I didn’t even know existed.

“Oh, topolina, you’re awake.”

“Fuck you,” I hiss. I don’t care that my mouth might get me into trouble this moment. It already fucking has, so what can I lose? My life? Ha! I don’t have one anymore.

What I do know is Jay can’t do anything without Dominico’s consent. He’s the fucking lap dog, with his snout up Dominico’s ass.

The thought makes me snicker.

“I’m curious, what’s so funny?”

“You are. You’re like a little fucking dog,” I spit at him.

He kneels in front of me, and firms his lips, nodding with amusement in his eyes, before an obnoxious howl erupts from his lips.

I turn my head sideways and scrunch my face up.

“Are you done?” I inquire, disgustedly.

“Aw, what’s wrong?” He reaches out and lets his rough fingers slide along my cheek. I feel hatred boiling up, uncontrollably, and I reach to swat his hand away and suck in a breath when I’m met with pain again. “If this doesn’t work, you’ll get just what you want.”

“I’d rather fucking die then have you touch me.” I spit at him. He chuckles and stands, shoving his hands in his jean pockets, and looking boyish. It’s unnerving. His brown eyes are rimmed with exhaustion, but they appear lively down at me.

“Hm, well I’m sure Cross can still fulfill your wishes, if I no longer satisfy your requirement.”

“Go to hell.”

“Oh baby, can’t you see, you’re already in it? And I’m the devil.”

I scoff, and roll my eyes.

“Men like you and Will are fucking cowards.”

Jay ‘tsks’, and flicks his tongue along his bottom lip.

“Akira, you can convince yourself you’re brave, and keep up that loud mouth of yours, but it’s only going to make you look like a fool. Especially since you’re so willing to slide your pussy on my cock to save yourself.”

“Some would call that survival instinct, fucker.”

“Hm… prostitution maybe.”

I twist my body, keeping him from my view. Staring at the wall is better than looking at him. His face fucking infuriates me. Prostitution…. Dick face.

“But survival instinct no. See, when you want someone to fuck you, you usually don’t keep insulting them.”

“What’s wrong?” I hiss, whipping my head back, an icy glare pointed at him. “Don’t like your women brash and sticking up for themselves? No. Little men like you need to feel in control.”

His hands are on my face so fucking fast, I jump back, my back smashing against the wall, causing all air to leave my lungs.

His fingers dig into my cheeks, and he yanks me up by my face. I struggle to stand, breathless.

“I can assure you I have more control than you think, but if you’d like, I can show you what it means not to be in control.” He angles my head sideways with his meaty hand, and brushes his thumb along my bottom lip.

“Y-you’ll force yourself on me?” I squeak, eyes flitting all over his face.

Why do I sound surprised? It’s not beneath a lowlife like him.

“No. That’s not my thing. That’s Cross’s thing. When my cock’s inside a woman, she’s begging me for it.”

He releases me face roughly, sending my head sideways, and stepping back.

“Even if you’re told to force yourself on someone?” I find myself asking. I don’t know why I want to know, but I need to.

“Not even when I’m fucking told to.” He snarls lowly, before he glides back towards the door. He disappears for a minute before returning with a burger and a bottle of water, tossing them at me.

I don’t lift my hand to catch them this time. Not wanting to risk having more jaw clenching pain radiating in my arms.

My stomach growls upon glimpsing the McDonalds wrapper. I unravel it with one hand and pick the burger out, taking a dramatically large bite. A myriad of emotions roll through me as I chew it. I don’t know why, but it’s the best thing I’ve had in a while.

Will is very aggressive about me keeping my weight down. I haven’t had McDonald’s for years. I catch myself moaning while chewing. In three bites the entire burger is gone.

I blink, casting my glance upwards to find Jay staring unmoving at me. He has another burger in his hand. I look greedily at it. Wordlessly, he tosses the burger at me and I catch it, unraveling the wrapper and taking a bite before he’s even blinked.

“Jesus,” he grunts.

The urge to flip him off is overwhelming but I suppress it. I burp escapes my mouth, and he quirks a brow, genuine amusement curving his lips.

“You just gonna stand there and watch me? Is this what you like?” I say sarcastically, my words mumble from having my mouth full. I shove some of my hair out of my face, and wince. Fuck.

Thanks for the hand injury asshole…

“You seem increasingly interested in what makes my dick hard…”

I scoff, and roll my eyes.

“Nope. Could care less about that little thing between your thighs.”

I don’t know if it’s the prospect that I truly have nothing to lose but I’ve stopped caring what comes out of my mouth. Especially with him. He can’t do anything his big boss man hasn’t instructed him to do.

Fucking minion.

Will would be surprised at my audacity being so blunt.

“You’re really gonna get your tongue cut out of your fucking face.”

“Hm… go ahead then.” I merge, narrowing my eyes, waiting for him to strike but he doesn’t move. Just shakes his head with disbelief, and clucks his tongue.

“No. Instead, just end my fucking misery,” I grumble.

“Be careful what you wish for, topolina.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Little mouse.”

I groan. Why the fuck is he calling me that?

“Don’t call me that.”

“Makes me want to even more.”

I fucking hate him.

“For your sake, I hope sending your husband your finger works.”

I sigh, and glare at him.

“God, I hope so to, because I’ll kill myself if I have to be with you.” I say but there’s not much conviction behind my words now. The thought sends a chill through my body, and leaves my insides feeling scrambled.

“Oh, it’d be the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to you.”