Romance with Curves, page 66
“Come with me, now.” He slammed into me, a new sensation that my body recognized and appreciated. I was already coming, and he bent over me, skin to skin, as he nibbled my shoulder. He jerked inside me, and I knew it was his time. “I love you too, baby,” he growled.
Spiraling, I came so hard that it threw me into darkness, and I couldn’t tell you what happened next.
CHAPTER 9
NICOLE
It had to be late in the day. My body felt it. I tried to move, but everything hurt. Shoulders, back, thighs, ass, pussy, arms… I groaned, not wanting to move.
“What’d you do to me?” I mustered to say without moving too much.
“Exactly what you wanted.”
I heard him close his laptop before the bed dipped beside me. Malcolm wrapped his arms around me, and suddenly, nothing else mattered.
“You’re a fraud, Malcolm Garcia. You pretended to be a nice boy for all these years.”
“I was a nice boy, Nicole Norman. Then, I grew up to be a man.”
“Yes, a man that likes to do naughty things to helpless women.”
“Woman. You. And there’s nothing helpless about you.”
“Not now. A few hours ago…”
“All you had to do was ask, and I would let you go.” He kissed my neck and controlled my head by fisting my hair.
I closed my eyes, giving in to the sensations. How was that possible when I was so sore?
“Let’s get you in some hot water to relax your soreness.” Malcolm reached up and tweaked my nipples, and my body flared with awareness. He continued until I was moaning his name. He then rolled them between his thumb and index while squeezing. Was I coming? A sudden rush pulled me under, and I came while gripping his arm.
“What in the hell?” I panted.
“Let’s get to the shower.”
I found out that his bathroom had a shower and a bathtub. His room and bath were clearly the master. Both rooms were spacious, so I hadn’t noticed. He made me a bubble bath and allowed me to soak while he finished working.
I dozed for a bit, too relaxed. I let out the water before I tried to stand. When I could, I got in the shower and washed my body. I wrapped myself in a towel and the bathrobe behind his door. It smelled just like him, so I pulled it tight around me.
Walking out, I entered the bedroom and tiptoed behind Malcolm to catch him off guard. When I neared, there was a picture of me on the screen with $62 million dollars underneath it.
“What in the fuck is that?” I asked.
I hadn’t even noticed that he was on the phone, which was why he hadn’t noticed me coming into the room.
“Shit!” He hung up the phone, put it on the desk, and the screen lit up with “Sharp” as the caller. He closed his laptop and rose to his feet. “I can explain.”
“Why in the fuck were you talking to my father?” I shouted. “What is all of that?”
“If you sit down, I can explain it all.” He mumbled a few obscenities to himself, but then his phone rang. “I can’t talk right now, Sharp. let me call you right back. I know! Call you back in a minute.” He hit the end call button and returned his focus to me. “Sit, I know you won’t like anything I have to say, but it has to be better than that look you’re giving me right now.”
“Are you trying to sell or buy me?”
“God, no. Everything will make more sense if you’ll sit.”
I backed up to the bedside table and palmed his wallet. As I turned to sit down, I dropped it into the pocket of the robe. On the bed with folded arms, I was as far away as possible from him. What was that site he was on, and why was my picture on it?
“Thirteen years ago…” he started.
I sat there in shock as he told me how much shit was going down. Sex trafficking site, purchased, tracked, this trip… All of it was a lie, including how we’d met. To make it worse, my father was behind everything. He was a liar, and so was Malcolm. My relationship with both of them was a lie.
“You’re a liar, after all. I was kidding before, but now… It’s the fucking truth.” Standing up, Malcolm tried to touch me. I flinched out of his reach. “Never touch me again.”
“Nicky, I know it’s a lot. How it all happened was so fucked up. We’ve been trying to keep you safe all this time. Nothing we ever did was to hurt you.”
I looked at the bracelet on my wrist that my father was so adamant about me wearing all the time. Malcolm had told me there was a tracker on it. I unclipped it and threw it in his face as I walked around him to go to my room.
“Fuck you, Malcolm!” I slammed my bedroom door, but all I wanted to do was get out of there. Everything about the trip was a lie, including the good time I’d had while there. I’d spent so much time trying to seduce and convince Malcolm that we should give this a try that I hadn’t taken a single moment to figure things out about my life that I needed to.
The door opened, and Malcolm came inside. “Nicole, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to find out like this.”
“Did you mean for me to find out at all?”
His jaw flexed as he ground his teeth together.
“Just like I thought. Was anything besides the marriage real? You even tricked me into that! I can’t believe that you work for my father!”
“Everything between you and me was real. I told you I worked in tech, and that wasn’t a lie. The things I shared with you about my past were all true. How I feel about you? I couldn’t fake that if I tried. The way we met, Sharp arranged that. Last night, also authentic.”
“You promised me…” I sniffed, trying to keep the tears out of this. But he really hadn’t, had he? “There’s no way that you love me. Love wouldn’t betray me how you have.” His cell phone rang from his room. “You should probably go see what my dad wants before he sends an entire squad after you.”
Malcolm grunted, throwing his hands up. He went into his room, and I closed the door. That’s when I jumped into action. I pulled on clothes as quickly as I could. Shoes, too. I went through his wallet to find my driver’s license, cash, and I even took one of his credit cards.
Grabbing my purse, I looked to make sure he wasn’t in view or lurking, and then made a dash for the door. I closed it behind me gently and then ran down the back steps. I didn’t want to chance him catching me waiting on the elevator, so I ran down eleven flights of steps and out the emergency door. My phone was upstairs so that he couldn’t track me on that either. There was a taxi in front of the hotel that I jumped in. He took me to the airport, where I caught the next flight home.
I looked at the cheap wedding ring that was on my hand. I’d kept it on my finger all this time, pretending it was real. Now that it was, I hated everything about it. I took it off and let it fall to the floor of the plane. When I exited, I left it where it lay. With no bags, I maneuvered through the airport quickly. I walked outside to the taxi stand, and a car pulled up immediately. I got inside and told him the details of my destination. He put out his cigarette and rolled up the windows in the car.
I sagged against the door, but just before we got on the highway, he stopped the car and another man jumped inside. He held a gun to my head, and I heard him cock it.
“Move, and you’ll regret it.”
I didn’t have my phone to get help. My bracelet was at the hotel, so no one knew where I was. I did not know what he was going to do to me, and I didn’t want to, either. I sat quietly, but that wasn’t enough. He hit me on the back of the head with the butt of the gun, knocking me out cold. Only God could help me now.
CHAPTER 10
MALCOLM
“Come again?” I massaged my forehead to keep away the stress that was there.
I was still in Vegas and Jay, one of my guys, was telling me things I didn’t want to hear.
“She got in a taxi. They found the guy that was driving dead a few exits down the road. They pushed him out of the car on the highway, and the person just drove off.”
The bastards were shitting in Savage King’s territory and showing off. They thought they had Domino’s “girl,” a dead body on the highway, and a stolen vehicle. Wouldn’t surprise me if they started dealing, too.
“Do you have a description of the guy?”
“The guy who got away? No. When she left the airport, it was just her and the driver.”
And now she looked like a suspect for murder.
“Thanks, Jay.” I hung up more pissed than when I found out she was gone. Imagine how pissed Mr. Norman was when I told him.
“Where could she be?” I spoke to no one in particular.
The screen flashed red and I watched Nicole’s picture taunt me. Something dawned on me. I picked up the phone and called Mr. Norman.
“You’ve got some nerve–”
“Who was the person who snitched on you thirteen years ago?” I cut him off, not really wanting to rehash how pissed he was.
“That’s not for you to know.”
“Listen… the guy who snitched on you must’ve worked close to Jimmy. He has to know where he keeps the girls. If so, I think we should try there.”
“Why would they take Nicole there?” he asked.
“Because her account was just marked sold, which means they have to transport her.”
“Saint! How do I get a hold of Hype?” Mr. Norman asked, moving the phone away from his ear.
I hung up the phone and pulled Hype’s number up on my contacts list. It rang a few times before he answered the line, but he remained silent.
“It’s Malcolm. I need a favor, Hype.”
“Speak.”
I didn’t tell him the entire story, but it didn’t matter. He knew what happened years ago, so when I asked for the location of the bin, it didn’t surprise me when he started talking in code, telling me about a girl he met in Vegas. I let him talk, but wrote everything he said down before he disconnected the call. I pulled up a map and zoomed in.
“I’ll be damned.”
Nicole did all of that running just for her to end up fifty minutes north of where I was.
Mr. Norman called. Perfect timing.
“She’s about an hour north of Vegas. How long will it take you guys to get here?”
“No time.”
“Good, because we’re already six hours behind them.”
“You ain’t got to tell me.” He hung up, and I went back to packing all of Nicole’s things in her bag.
I walked into my room to get dressed. With only a few weapons, I knew when they touched down, there would be enough guns and things to light up the world. I just had to sit tight and let them get here so I didn’t go in solo.
CHAPTER 11
NICOLE
I woke up to me being carried over some man’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes. My wrists were tied and so were my ankles. I was sluggish, like someone had drugged me.
It smelled of sweat, feces, and lost hope. I saw the girls in the cells as we passed. They were all beaten and strung out. We moved past them to rolls of doors where I could hear grunts and screams through the cheap green doors.
“I’ve got somebody special for you,” the man said.
For me?
He opened the door and dumped me on the bed. “If she gets frisky, let me know, and I’ll give her some H to relax her.”
When he left me in the room, I turned to see a creepy looking old guy sitting in the chair. His hand shook as it rested on his cane.
“When I’m finished with you, you’ll so be glad you’re not in one of those cells. Sixty-two million dollars… you better know how to suck a mean cock.” He stood on unsure legs to unzip his pants and drop them. “Let’s just have a little test run.” He moved toward me, but it was so slow that it was scarier than if he’d been quicker. He drew it out, giving me time to figure something out.
Why hadn’t I stayed with Malcolm to hear what he had to say? I was angry with the two of them, but what if I never saw them again? The things Malcolm admitted to me that had happened without my knowledge was crazy, but I’d take it any day over being some eighty-year-old man’s sex slave. Would he even be able to get it up?
The door suddenly opened and three men rushed inside with guns drawn and masks on.
“Cover your face,” one of them said. I did and heard something fall to the ground. He rushed over to me when I was trying to turn my head to look. “Trust me, baby. You don’t want to see that.”
“Malcolm!” I jumped up to hug him, but my hands were still tied.
He cut me free and then pointed toward the doorway. “You'll go out with them while I go take care of something, okay?"
"No, I'll go with you." The last time I left him, I regretted it.
"Nicky, I don't have time to argue with you. Go outside with them."
"You'll save the other girls?" I'd seen the way they were treated. I couldn't just leave them here to be subjected to that.
"I didn't come here for them." His eyes pleaded with me to just leave things alone.
"Mal, they're being raped and tortured with drugs."
"Go." Malcolm quickly kissed me and then ran out the door.
I stood up, but my legs were still tied. "Some help here?!" I shouted at the two men standing there waiting.
"Sharp said we're not allowed to touch you."
"Then give me the fucking knife and I'll do it." I sighed at the fools here. Whatever my father was into, he had to be one scary son of a bitch. First, Malcolm, now these fools.
Once free, I followed them out. There were men everywhere. They dressed them in black with matching face coverings. They guarded the hall, taking me to my exit. I tried to move to open the doors and cells, but they blocked me every time.
"Sharp said he'd kill you if you touched me," I said to the man who wouldn't let me through.
"He also said if you saw any of the shit inside, he'd kill us, too."
I sighed in frustration.
"It's not all what you think. This is where they traffic women. And sometimes they're too far gone. Other times, they're so far from home they don't know what to do. Either way, opening these doors isn't safe. Listen to what you've been told and go outside, please."
I didn't know his voice, but I recognized the “you don't want to see this kind of trauma” in it. The warning was something I didn't take lightly. Whatever they were doing to these women was brutal. And maybe beyond saving.
Outside, I saw we were in a vast lot of condominiums. That's what the surface showed. Beneath the exterior, they gutted the buildings. At least, the one I'd just left was.
They escorted me inside the car, where I waited. Every man that walked out, I wanted it to be Malcolm. It wasn't. When the driver tried to leave, I threatened him. I may have left that building without the girls inside, but I was not leaving here without my man.
CHAPTER 12
MALCOLM
We'd exterminated most of the building and there was no sign of the man Hype said was running the show, Orlando.
On the top floor, I checked the last section only to find one of our men dead and stripped of his clothes. I searched his body for his phone, but then saw it smashed on the floor. I picked up the pieces, put them in my pocket, and sent out a text to everybody.
Me: He’s here dressed as one of us. I found the man he stripped. He’s got his gun, but not his phone.
Domino: Let’s find this bitch.
Ward: Done deal. Just remember not to kill him.
Sharp: That’s my job.
Me: Unless I find him first.
I put my phone in my pocket and moved with three men at my back. A text message caught my attention, and I checked it.
Dame: Got something down here, boss. Front lot. He’s got the bait.
The bait was Nicole. I ran down all twelve flights of steps, focused on getting to Nicole. Adrenaline fueled me to run faster and harder. My men stayed with me as we tackled the stairwells. When we got outside, I saw Sharp on the roof where he was hidden. His scope shined, being my indicator.
I moved around to the front of the building, seeing the gun pointed at Nicole. He hid them behind the car door, not giving Sharp a clear opening. He had one shot and he wouldn’t pull the trigger until he had it.
Me: If you get the opportunity, no matter what, take it. I’m going in.
I put my phone away, ignoring the returned message. I signaled for my men to stay put while I moved forward along the building. He didn’t see me yet, so I lingered back. As long as I stayed out of his view, I had a chance of getting close to him.
Orlando dressed in our garb and holding a gun toward Nicole. She was on the ground as if she’d fallen from the car. Had he tried to drive off with her? And where was the driver?
I stepped on the gravel, and he turned in my direction.
“Get the fuck back!” he shouted. He pulled the mask from his face, catching me off guard. I knew this fucker. We grew up together. His mother was a prostitute. Hadn’t he learned from her life what trafficking and skin sales did to people?
“I just want my wife. I don’t care about any of this other shit. Let her go and you can get in that car and go.” I inched forward. My goal was to make him nervous enough to stand up.
“Your wife? This bitch is worth 62 million dollars. I don’t give a fuck about what she was to you. Now, she’s a jackpot. As pretty as she is, I’m sure she could go for more. They’ll have fun destroying her. A 62 million dollar cum bucket. Hell, a pisspot, too. Stretch her out and do all kinds of shit to her. She’ll come to love it. Your precious little wife will be the most obedient whore when they’re done. Tell you what, I’ll give you ten million just to walk away from her.” He cackled like this entire thing was a damn joke.
