Page 117 of Deuce

His eyes trailed my frame on the bed. His gaze was lustful. When he stood and stepped closer to me, I tried to move out of his reach.

“You’re such a pretty young thing,” he said, running his hand up the split in my dress.

I wanted to throw up as he caressed my thigh.

“Maybe I should have a little fun with you and see why Deuce is so possessive over you.”

“Get your fucking hands off of me!” I screamed.

He laughed. “I like ‘em feisty.”

“Don’t you fucking touch me!”

I brought my foot up and kicked him in the stomach. He doubled over in pain for a moment before pouncing on me and pinning me down.

“Bitch, I will kill you right now and leave your body for that nigga to find!”

I spit in his face and was instantly met with a slap to mine. He hit me so hard that my ears were ringing.

“You wanna spit, bitch? I’ll give you something to spit on.”

He straddled my chest and unzipped his pants. Just as he was about to push them down, the door swung open, and there stood the man from the pictures Jaeda showed us.

Eduardo Castro.

He frowned when he caught sight of Mirron on top of me.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked in a thick Spanish accent as he snatched Mirron up.

“This bitch spit in my face!”

“Get the fuck outta here.”

He drug Mirron over to the door and shoved him out, before closing it behind him. Turning back to me, he claimed the seat once occupied by Mirron. I glared at him, waiting to see what he would do.

“I apologize for that,” he said, placing a hand over his heart. “I don’t condone violence against women.”

I scoffed. “Look at me handcuffed to this bed and say that again.”

“You were not part of the plan. I wasn’t aware you were here until this very moment.”

“Then let me go. Please! My boyfriend is gonna come looking for me. You don’t want that.”

“That’s exactly what I want. When Mirron told me he was having a problem getting his hands on a particular waterfront property, I thought I could be of some assistance… maybe offer a little persuasion.”

“What does that have to do with me? You think he’s going to just hand it over and you walk out of here with your life!”

He chuckled. “I would never come here alone. I’m protected everywhere I go. We’ll see how much your boyfriend loves you. How much do you think you’re worth to him?”

I was quiet.

If it came down to it, how much was I worth to Deuce? This wasn’t some nigga grabbing on me in the club. This was a Colombian king pin. While I knew he wasn’t afraid, he would be playing with his life. Could I really expect him to die behind me?

“Get out,” I said quietly.

I turned away from him as best as I could.

I heard the chair scrape against the floor as he stood. A few seconds later, the door opened, then closed. I broke into tears. How the fuck did I end up here? I didn’t even know where I was.One moment I was dancing and having a good time and the next I was being knocked out.

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