Page 9 of Luka

Keeping her eyes clenched shut, the girl nods.

“You live in Vegas? Been in the US a while?” he asks.

She shakes her head.

“Which question are you answering?”

“I don’t live in Las Vegas, and I only crossed the border yesterday,” she cries.

Arseni looks at me, his eyes lighting up.

What?I mouth.

“I smell an opportunity,” he says, nodding at the girl as he rubs his hands together.

I look back at her with my head tilted.

Young girl. No family or friends to turn to. Little to no trust in law enforcement.

She’d make a great prostitute.

Or would she?

I survey her closer, with different eyes, to take in her slender legs, her long, wavy black hair, a little wild with frizz at the moment but beautifully fistable none-the-less. Her dress covers her tits well, but I can tell they’re at least a B cup. Possibly C.

Her face… She has thin eyebrows but full lips, a pointed nose, all framed on an oval structure. Her caramel skin looks blemish free and lickable.

Yes, she’d make a great whore. A nice edition for the Bratva.

But the Bratva can kiss my ass.

“No.” I shake my head. “It’s too risky to hand her over. No one can know what went down today.”

The girl’s eyes shoot open. She shifts onto her knees, her dress blanketing the dirt as she implores Arseni yet again.

Stupid girl.

“Please,” she says to him. “Por favor. I’ll do anything. Please don’t kill me.Por favor.”

Arseni snorts, but it isn’t directed at her, it’s directed at me. He seems to be ignoring her. “I’m not talking about handing her over. I’m talking about having somefun.”

My brows arch as I turn back to the girl.

Oh. Nowthat’san idea.

“No one will be looking for her,” Arseni goes on.

The girl’s eyes widen, her mouth falling open in horror. “Th-that’s not true,” she says. “My boyfriend will be looking for me. And—And—And he’s dangerous. He’ll hurt you when he finds you.”

“Oh.” Arseni nods as if he’s pondering that. “I guess we’d better kill him before he finds out you’re missing then.”

“No!” she screams, reaching out like Arseni has a gun to the guy right this minute. Pulling her hand back and holding it to her chest, she shakes her head while her eyes well with new tears. “Please no.”

“Is he dangerous or not?” Arseni asks, his tone teasing.

“He isn’t.” She shakes her head. “He isn’t even real. I made that up. I just…” Her lip trembles before her head lowers. Her lie about her boyfriend being made up is so obvious neither Arseni nor I mention it. “I’ll do what you want.”

I watch as she lowers her head so much that I only see a fraction of her pretty face. And sheispretty. The longer I stare, the longer I consider the opportunity of having her, the more I realize it. And the more my cock stirs.

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