Page 63 of Spider

“Please, I will smoke it,” I beg. “Then…” I pause, trying to find the courage to finish what I’m about to say. “I will stay, and you can let them go. If you let them go, it will stop both MC’s coming after you. You came for me, and you have me now, so you can let them go. I will smoke that, and I will do whatever you tell me to do. Please,” I beg.

Dean’s eyes alight with enjoyment. He always did like it when we would plead and beg him. It gives him power.

“No, Nova. You don’t need to do this,” Star claims.

Dean sits back in his chair, rubbing his chin. “Prove it to me,” he demands.

I frown, unsure what he means. “Come here. Remove that T-shirt you’re wearing and suck my dick,” he orders.

My stomach rolls with nausea. “If I do this, you will let them go?” I ask.

Dean smiles. “I promise they will be able to leave unharmed, but I need to see your commitment to me. I need to see how sorry you really are for stealing my money and running away from me,” he states as he unbuckles his belt.

I look over to Star and Maggie, and both of them are shaking their heads, telling me not to do it. I get to my feet and stand before him, but as I reach for the hem of my T-shirt, I pause.

“Well, come on. Remember you’re my girl, and I want to see all of my girl,” Dean coaxes.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Star cuts in, standing in front of me.

“Star, it’s okay. Go,” I whisper.

“Like fuck are we leaving you, and like fuck are you doing anything to this penisite,” she spits.

“A penisite?” Dean queries.

“Yeah, it’s a mash up of a parasite and a penis. I figure you have a micro penis, a one inch destroyer, so it seemed fitting, unlike that god awful suit you’re wearing,” Star says, curling her lip in disgust.

“Star,” I warn, looking to Dean’s men who are big and could knock us out with one hit, as well as armed.

Dean clicks his fingers, and his men aim their guns, while others pull their knives out and stand, ready to attack.

Maggie grabs Star by the shoulders. “Please excuse her, she has Tourette’s.” Maggie falsely laughs.

“Back over there,” Dean orders. Maggie and Star shuffle back to the other side of the room. “Now, where were we?” Dean smiles. “Oh yes, take it off,” he orders.

I look over my shoulder at Star and Maggie, both of them still shaking their heads no.

I inhale a deep breath for courage. “No,” I say defiantly.

“You know your decisions don’t count here, do they, Harvey?” he asks one of his men, the biggest one of them all.

“No, boss,” he agrees.

“Tell me Harvey, would you like a taster?” Dean asks, gesturing to me. My heart rate picks up at the insinuation. I can handle Dean, but I don’t know what to expect from a guy like Harvey. He makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

“I’d have a good go boss, but the other one is more my type,” he answers.

Dean ushers me aside, looking at Harvey. “Who?” he asks.

“The black haired one, the one with the mouth. I like the fight in them, boss,” Harvey says happily.

“You come anywhere near me, and I will bite your pathetic excuse of a dick clean off,” Star threatens, but it only makes Dean and Harvey smile more.

“Oh, go on then. Let this be your bonus. Enjoy,” Dean says cheerfully.

“Wait, you said you would let them go unharmed,” I argue.

“And I will. Nothing wrong with a little fucking before they go. No permanent marks, Harvey,” Dean warns.

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