Chapter 8

Places like this had various names. Brothel, sex den, adult club and other such things. Of course, all of those were legal. People who attended, participated with full consent. Here that wasn't required. Most of the girls working this room didn't sign up willingly.

They were either bought, taken, or paying off a debt. Some girls signed up for this shit. Rape fantasies were a real thing.

For men like me though, it was mostly about the power exchange. Wanna make a powerful man feel like a god, give him some simpering little thing that stared up at him helplessly. In that moment, we were her be all and end all. They didn't come, talk, or even breathe without our say so. There was no one in the world more important than us. There was no drug on the planet that could mimic that.

My gaze trickled over to a small form huddled in the corner. A cute little brunette looking around with wide eyes. The shiver of fear quaking her body was like crack to someone like me. I wanted to go over there and crush what remained of her fragile ego.

"He raped that girl."

Romeo's words both pissed me off and made me curious.

Did I know Atlas as well as I thought I did? He spent more time in this room than any other place in the Ellipsis. Even called it his playground. I never really thought about it until now. Why here? I mean, I got it. I was barely through the door and already hard.

It wasn't the grunts and moans coming from the curtained rooms in the back that got my blood soaring or the guy in the corner hard- fucking a girl he had bent over the table. It was the fear in that brunette's eyes.

Was it sick? Yes. Was it wrong and twisted? Most definitely. But did it bother me? Not in the slightest.

So why didn't Atlas tell me about this place? If he was into the same shit, why didn't he say something? I thought we were close, but maybe we weren't. Maybe I didn't know him at all? No, that was just Romeo getting in my head.

Of course Atlas wouldn't talk to me about this shit. The last time I saw him I was sixteen and just learning about my dark desires. I didn't know I got off on forcing chicks do shit yet. I'd never taken it to the extreme of fucking them against their will. That didn't mean I didn't want to.

That was the fucked up part of my hatred for the Ford family. Even if Atlas did rape Nova's sister–which was a huge if–it wouldn't have mattered. Not now. Not after I saw the look in Nova's eyes when she realized she had no other choice but to suck my cock. I needed more of that stare. I hated myself for it, and I hated her even more for making me want it.

Sure, my desire might be hypocritical, but I didn't give a shit. That was the benefit of being someone like me. I could take what I wanted and expect no repercussions. Oh, and I planned on taking from Nova.

I'd take everything she had, then when she broke, I'd take some more. Because her brother took from me. Atlas may have been a piece of shit as far as the rest of the world was concerned. But to me, he was everything.

Darry nodded at me from a booth in the back corner and I made my way over.

Atlee was seated beside him surveying the room for what I assumed to be their plaything for the night. That was solely based on Darry's appearance. When the two of them went out, Darry had three looks. Casual, I'm not in the mood, and I'm going to fuck some bitch's night up. Tonight he was dressed for the third.

His hair was in that unkempt yet not styled way chicks loved. Combine that with the dark jeans and navy blue Polo shirt he was wearing, and he was a veritable chick magnet. But the real give away was the slight curl in his lip.

Most people would look at Darry's golden locks and ice-blue eyes and think he was harmless. That was the mindfuck. Darious Barone was far from fucking harmless. He was a chameleon that no one saw coming. When you paired him up with Atlee who screamed sex and sin, girls didn't stand a chance.

"What took you so long?" Darry asked as I slid in the booth next to him.

"Had a run in with, Nikolai."

"Pfft," he snorted. "Russian prick."

Not sure what happened, but Darry was in a mood tonight. I almost felt sorry for the girl he wound up with. And he would wind up with one. He never got turned down. His flirtation skills put Atlee's charm to shame. It was a bit of a marvel to watch honestly. Thirty minutes into wherever we were, he had his target picked out. It wasn't long after that when she came over to him.

I once saw him–without saying a single word–coax a bride to fuck him on her wedding day. While the reception was going on.

"How long have you been here?"

"Too long." Atlee shot Darry a dirty look. "This asshole can't make up his mind."

Darry shrugged. "I haven't seen anything interesting yet."

That was a lie. In the few minutes I'd been here, he eyed the terrified brunette more than once. Even I had to admit she was cute, all huddled up in the corner like a bunny. But it was the similarities to a certain pain in my ass that caught my attention. She had the same slight wave in her brown hair and button nose as Nova.

"Whatever." Atlee groaned and rolled his eyes. "If you don't hurry up, I'm going to pick one."

"I'm not fucking the blonde. She's taken at least ten cocks tonight."

"Exactly." Atlee nodded. "She's good to go."

Since when did he give a fuck about good to go? Two feet and a heartbeat was all Atlee required, and sometimes I questioned the heartbeat part.

Then I saw the blonde he was watching. She wasn't extraordinary. Long legs, nice shape and had a decent ass from what I could tell. The black headband in her hair however was reminiscent of a certain church girl I knew. Apparently Atlee was in the mood to hate fuck someone.

"You gonna make her pray first?"

Atlee's lip curled as he shot me a dirty look, then went back to watching the blonde get railed.

I had reasons to hate Nova. Atlee's reason for hating Sutton was because she thought she was better than everybody else, which I couldn't argue with.

"What made you come?" Darry asked.

What he really meant to say was why was I here? I didn't fuck the girls in here. Every time they asked me to join, I'd have some excuse. Mainly because I was fucking his mom, but he didn't know that.

"Romeo pissed me off." My gaze raked down the brunette's side. She really did look like Nova. The tiny little thing even shivered like her.

Darry snorted, "How's that different from any other day?"

"He was there when Atlas was killed."

They both stopped and looked my way.

Darry cocked a brow, "Romeo was there?"

"In the same bar?" Atlee added.

"Yup." I nodded. "And he didn't do a fucking thing."

The brunette hugged her knees tightly to her chest as my eyes trickled down over the curve of her hip.

"Does your dad know?"

I shot Darry a look that said, ‘what the fuck do you think,' then went back to the huddled form in the corner. They couldn't say anything about that. He was the boss and the boss's word was law. So, Atlee changed the subject.

"Well, don't worry. We can help you blow off some steam." He threw his thumb back at Darry. "As soon as this asshole picks someone."

Darry shrugged. "I haven't seen anyone yet."

"This is bullshit." Atlee whined. "All this prime pussy and my dick is sitting here unattended."

"Prime my ass, this shit is used as fuck."

I didn't know if I'd call this prime either, although…

Darry and Atlee continued to argue while I tilted my head and watched as the brunette tried to push back into the wall. She was scared, timid, alone and helpless.

"What about that one?" They both turned to follow my gaze. "We could have fun with her."

"Wait a minute…" Atlee's brow rose. "We?"

"That's what I said."

Even Darry gave me a strange look. "You want to play with us?"

"Sure." I shrugged.

The entire reason I came here was for a distraction, right? Plus, I felt like destroying something pretty. And she was pretty. Like a porcelain doll wrapped up in lace.

Darry was skeptical while Atlee jumped up in excitement. "Let's fucking do this!"

He promptly marched over to the corner, leaving Darry and I alone at the table. Atlee squatted down and stroked her cheek.

Darry shook his head. "I swear that guy walks around with a hard on twenty-four/seven."

There was an image I didn't need.

"But he gets the job done."

Thirty seconds was all it took for Atlee to make the fear in the brunette's eyes die a little. He was too good at this game. Fucker was probably telling her that she didn't belong here, and he was going to take her somewhere safe. And like a dumb bitch, she was falling for it. Her bottom lip had even stopped trembling.

Darry crooked his head to the side. "She kind of looks like Nova."

"Really? I hadn't noticed."

He didn't believe me. That much I could tell from the look he gave me in response. Part of me wanted to ask if that was why he was watching her, and a bigger part of me wanted to punch him for it. But I kept my cool and clenched my jaw.

"You sure you want to do this?"

"Why wouldn't I want to do it?"

"Well, like I said… she looks like Nova."

My eyes snapped over to his. "Is that why you didn't point her out?"

"I was gonna… until you showed up."

I didn't know how to take that. Should I kill him, or thank him? Darry obviously was concerned about me seeing them fuck her, but he still wanted to fuck her. Even though she looked a tiny bit like Nova.

"You sure about this?" He asked one more time. "Once Atlee brings her over here, he's not going to let you get out of it."

"I wouldn't have said anything if I didn't."

Did I want to do this? Hurt someone until they were begging me to stop? Yes. Did I want to do it to her? No. But she would make a good substitute. Besides, it was too late to start questioning things. Atlee was already leading the girl over to our table.

I watched them walk over while Darry sat up and adjusted himself. Despite his supposed uninterest, he was good to go, which made me want to punch him more. Atlee didn't give a shit who they used – like I said two feet and a heartbeat – but now I was starting to wonder if Darry would fuck Nova had I not claimed her.

"Guys, this is June." Atlee threw his arm over the girl's shoulder. "She's Vince Mahoney's little sister."

No shit. She certainly didn't look like someone responsible for the death of an entire family. Kids and all. Then again, drunk drivers didn't exactly have a specific look. Vince came to my dad for help to cover it up. Her brother died last week. He was hit by a drunk driver. How ironic was that? Now she had to pay off the debt.

"Hi, June." Darry sat forward and placed his elbows on the table. "Your brother was a good man."

No he wasn't. Vince was a slimeball piece of shit who dealt meth to kids.

"I'm sorry for your loss."

"I'm not." I said while examining her face.

Now that she was closer to the light, I could see the light blue in her eyes. At least those didn't remind me of Nova. The rest of her however…

June's bright gaze swung from Darry, to me, and back again.

Out of the two of us, it was Darry that made her shoulders relax a little. Can't say I blamed her. If I didn't know the guy, the smile he gave her would've fooled me, too.

When her eyes came back to me, they didn't move. She was stuck, staring at me like I was the devil. There was no hatred in her eyes, just fear. And suddenly what Darry wanted to do to her didn't bother me anymore. She might look similar to Nova, but she wasn't that similar.

"You're Giovanni Mancini."

And you're a poor substitute for who I want, but I suppose you'll do.

"So?" Was there a point to her statement?

"Your dad owns this place."

Again, "So?"

I could hear the hope in her tone. "You could get me out of here."

My chest huffed with a snort. "Why the fuck would I do that?"

Her entire body instantly tensed.

I didn't say another word. I just sat there, staring and hating how she chewed on the corner of her lip. It was all wrong. There was no anger pulling on her expression, or smart ass remark flying out of her mouth. Just nervous twitches and scared shivers. I bet she wouldn't even fight back. Pathetic.

"Calm down, Sweetheart." Atlee tucked a lock of chestnut hair behind her ear. "We won't hurt you."

Like hell we wouldn't.

"Yeah." Darry patted the leather seat of the booth, "We don't bite."

That was a bold faced lie, and not one she was falling for.

June took a hesitant step back, which was when my resolve snapped.

"He told you to sit the fuck down!"

She squeaked and jumped, then looked over at Atlee, probably for help.

She was looking in the wrong place.

Atlee flashed her his perfect white teeth and said, "What the fuck did you think was gonna happen?"

He had a point. Look where she was. Some chick was getting railed by two men less than ten feet away, and two tables from that was another swallowing a cock. Honestly, I was surprised someone hadn't already gotten his hands on her. That innocent look on her face called to the twisted fucks that came here.

June only had two options. Suck it up and take what was coming, or run. She chose the wrong one.

Spinning around, June made a mad dash in the other direction. And she might've made it more than two feet if Atlee didn't reach out and seize a fistful of her hair. One yank later, and June was slammed back on the table. It was nothing but feral madness and lashing out after that.

June shook her head and screamed while Atlee flicked open a pocket knife to cut off her panties. She might've tried to fight him off if she wasn't too busy trying to slap Darry's hands away from the flimsy white teddy she was wearing.

Between the two of them they had her stripped bare in point three seconds flat. After which she was flipped onto her stomach, causing the glasses on the table to clatter on the floor.

Darry grabbed her arms, holding her in place, then growled in her ear. "Keep it up and Atlee's gonna fuck you with that knife."

To reiterate the point, Atlee stabbed the tip of the blade down into the table next to her face.

June stilled instantly.

Her tears however, continued to fall. I watched those drops of misery glide down her cheek and splat on the table. Each one stirred my cock a little more.

"That's better." Atlee took a half a step back to admire her splayed out for him. "Look at that ass."

I felt the smack he delivered to her backside, but unlike June who begged him to stop, I wanted him to keep going.

"I think she likes it." I reached out to brush the hair off June's face so I could look in her eyes. "Do it again."

Atlee didn't hesitate. His palm landed on the other side in a harsh strike that made June scream out. "I'm sorry."

That was interesting, and not at all something Nova would ever say. That girl wasn't sorry for a goddamn thing. Not yet anyway.

"What are you sorry for, June?"

She sniffed back a sob and whispered, "I'm just sorry."

I bet she was. Everyone who wound up in a place like this was sorry for something. But apologies didn't fix anything, nor did anyone here give a shit.

Something June quickly learned when Atlee pulled his cock out and rammed into her. She opened her mouth to scream but it was cut off when Darry grabbed her hair and lifted her head off the table.

"Shut up, bitch." He slapped her hard across the face and stood up to unbuckle his belt.

The show they put on was spectacular. Atlee thrust into her cunt, making the table jar, while Darry shoved his cock deep down her throat. The two of them worked her in a synchronized see-saw pattern that was fucking hot to witness.

The way her face contorted and the unnatural bend in her body made me wonder what Nova would look like when I took her. Would she scream when I tore open her virgin pussy? Would she beg me to stop or ask for more?

Suddenly, it wasn't June's blue eyes I saw those fat drops dripping from. It was a pair of big hazel orbs, burning with hatred. Nova's hazel orbs. Everything I saw was Nova's. The way those pink lips stretched, how her hands flailed out, the sounds of her gagging and grunting while her tits bounced. All of it belonged to one girl. I could even fucking smell her.

And it pissed me the hell off.

I didn't want these images in my head. I didn't want to jerk off to the memory of her mouth or watch her in the middle of the night. I didn't want to think about Novalee at all. Yet I was. I couldn't shake the girl's face from my mind. Not even now.

"Move over." I growled at Darry.

He popped himself out of her mouth and sauntered around to join Atlee.

I stood up and grabbed her hair, yanking the top half of her back off the table in an awkward angle that made Atlee moan as he pushed in deeper.

"You think you're pretty fucking smart, don't you."

June was gone now. I knew it was her looking back at me with pleading eyes, but all I saw was Nova's fucking smug smirk.

I barely registered Darry groaning, "Fuck, that's a tight fit."

Or June blubbering, "No, please, I can't take you both."

There was just her. The trailer-trash piece of shit whose brother killed mine while Romeo watched.

I don't know when I pulled my cock out, or how it wound up shoved into her mouth. I just knew that I had to wipe Novalee's face from my mind. With every thrust I told myself I hated her. That she was nothing and never would be. When that didn't work, I wrapped my hands around her neck and squeezed while I continued to face fuck her.

Somewhere in the back of my mind I heard Atlee and Darry arguing.

"What the fuck, Atlee?"

"You said you wanted to fuck her with the knife."

"I wanted to use her ass first. Now it's cut the fuck up. How am I supposed to stick my dick in that?"

None of that made me stop. Not their bickering, the grunts they let out when they came, or the way June's nails were digging into my arms.

I was lost in the desperate need to free myself. The harder June fought, the more my grip tightened. Until I could feel my shaft bulging down her throat. A twist, snap, and gurgled out groan later I came hard right down her throat.

It wasn't until Atlee murmured, "Damn, Gio." That I realized what I'd done.

I let go of June's throat and dropped her head on the table as the light faded from her eyes. She was dead. There was nothing left but an empty void. I killed her, but I couldn't kill Nova's face. That was still in my head.

"I thought we were the sick fucks here."

Was it wrong that I didn't care? This wasn't the first person's life I ended, but I should feel something. A rush of adrenaline, or swell of guilt. But there was nothing. Just a blank void where all I could see were a pair of hazel eyes.

"He just had some stuff to work out. Besides, the bitch had it coming." Darry leaned over and swept June's hair off her forehead. "Isn't that right, baby killer?"

That's when I knew I was fucked.

For that brief second, reality and fantasy mixed, and I saw Nova staring up at me, lifeless and hollow. All I wanted to do was bring the light back into her eyes.