Page 10 of Ruthless Angel

CLOVER

Back at the house Daire ditched his frozen coffee and switched to day drinking. He popped open a bottle of rum and poured a glass full. No mix. He drank down the entire glass in a few swallows while staring out the window into the backyard.

I didn’t think he was seeing the yard. He seemed to be lost in thought. That forty-eight hour notice had rattled all of us.

Cash had produced a bag of white powder and a bottle of pills. After popping a pill, he snorted a white line up his nose. Neither of them were handling this well.

I sat on the couch smoking a joint. I wasn’t into the hard drugs. After my cousin almost died of an overdose when we were teens, I’d sworn to stay away from the stuff.

Watching them get drunk and high made me feel suddenly alone. The two of them were spiraling, sinking into despair and trying to numb out. We couldn’t run from this.

“Maybe we shouldn’t be so quick to imbibe.” I motioned to the two of them. “We need to make a plan. We need to talk about this.”

Daire scoffed. “What’s there to talk about? How screwed we are? How Blaze is a dead man if we can’t find his location in less than two days?”

He chugged back another glass of rum and reached for the bottle. At this rate, Daire was going to die of alcohol poisoning before our time to find Blaze was up.

Cash snorted another line and leaned back against the couch. His head fell back against the cushions as his eyes closed. “We don’t have a lot of options, Sunshine. We’re pretty fucked here.”

I took a long toke off the joint, tapping my fingernails on the arm of the chair. One idea had occurred to me. I didn’t think they’d like it though.

“Use me as bait,” I said, getting it out there before I could change my mind.

Daire whirled to face me. He let out a drunk, bitter laugh. “Are you serious right now? I don’t think you know what you’re saying.”

“Sure I do. They want me for Blaze, right? So tell them you want to meet to make the trade. Then beat their asses and take Blaze. The Gods will help. If Brady and his people are outnumbered, there’s no way it won’t work.” I didn’t know how to convince two guys intent on drinking and drugging themselves into a blackout, but I was willing to try.

“You’ve watched too many movies,” Cash said, his eyes still closed. “That kind of thing never goes down the way you expect it to in real life. Someone will get killed.”

“Probably Blaze,” Daire added. “They’ll be ready for a move like that. They’ll put a bullet in his head and take you anyway if they get the chance. It’s too risky.”

I stubbed out the joint in the ashtray on the side table next to the easy chair. They had a point. Still, I thought it would work if we had the Gods on our side.

“No matter what we do, it’s going to be risky, right?” I shot Daire a pointed look, ignoring his glare. “We’ll have morepeople. They’ll be surrounded. Killing Blaze would be a death sentence for them.”

Daire shook his head, refusing to entertain my idea. “No. There’s too many chances for something to go wrong. We can’t risk you. Blaze wouldn’t want that.”

“What about you?” I countered, getting annoyed now. “What do you want, Daire? Why not just hand me over for him? It’s not like you give a shit about me. I’m only a toy to you. I’m sure you’ll find a replacement for me in no time.”

Maybe I shouldn’t have been so snarky. We were all on edge. In that moment, watching them lose themselves in booze and narcotics, I was pissed off. They needed to get their shit together. For Blaze.

Daire slammed the rum bottle onto the kitchen counter and stalked toward me. “You’re right, Clover. I don’t have any fucks to give. You’re nothing but a sex doll to use for our own pleasure. Thanks for the reminder.”

As he crossed the distance between us, he unbuckled his belt. I sat up straighter in my seat, bracing myself. I hadn’t meant to antagonize him. No, maybe I had. I needed to get some kind of reaction out of him. We were getting nowhere.

Pulling his belt free, Daire smacked it against his hand. The sound made me jump. I wasn’t ready for it when he looped the belt around my neck and used it to drag me off the chair.

He jerked me down to my knees. Green eyes gleaming with malice, he hissed, “Crawl over to Cash and suck his cock.”

Cash’s head snapped up, his eyes opening in surprise. He watched intently as I was faced with the choice to obey or refuse. Something in Daire’s eyes told me that refusing would be a big mistake.

Firing a hateful glare up at Daire, I began to crawl across the living room to where Cash sat on the couch. Cash watched me with intrigue. He wouldn’t say it but he loved it.

Daire walked beside me, still holding tight to the belt around my neck, using it like a leash. Kneeling in front of Cash, I forced myself to undo his belt and pants. Anger throbbed inside me. We had a serious problem to solve and Daire was taking out his frustrations on me. I wasn’t surprised, just infuriated.

Taking Cash’s hard cock out, I didn’t make eye contact with either of them before sucking it into my mouth. A bead of precum decorated my tongue. I sucked him deep into my mouth, running my tongue along his shaft. He let out a soft groan and reached to fist a handful of my hair.

“That’s right, Clover,” Daire murmured, watching me deepthroat his friend. “You’re such a good little fuck doll.”

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