Page 23 of Property of Big Daddy

“Go wash up and set us up, yeah?”

She nods and stumbles toward the bathroom.The bitch can hardly walk.

I shrug my cut off.“I get her first,” I tell Hero, playing my part.I follow the cunt into the bathroom.

She opens the vial dangling off a chain that hangs between her tits, dumping out a white powdery drug that is probably laced to kill anyone who hasn’t built up a tolerance to the poison on the edge of the sink.I might provide protection for drug runs, but I damn sure don’t use them.

She cuts three lines.One for each of us, giving herself the largest.It may make me an asshole, but I hope it’s enough to kill her.Would be a death of mercy.She’s going to die, regardless.There is no living for a woman like her.She’s too far gone.Fucking turns my stomach to see trafficked women, but I’m not stupid enough to think I can save her.She wants to die.I can see it in her eyes.There’s nothing there.Nothing behind her blank stare except the raw hunger for her next high.

I watch, saddened and disgusted, as she reaches under the sink and produces a small straw to shove up her nose.How many times has she done this?How many men has she brought into this room and fucked on camera?She was once someone’s daughter.Of course, some aren’t beyond redemption, but not this one.

She does her thick line, her eyes rolling back in her head at the burn that is shooting to her brain and draining down the back of her throat.The dead bitch walking, swipes a finger across her nose, gathering the bit leaking out with her snot.Not one to be wasteful, she licks her finger and hands me the straw.

“Do another.My friend can’t handle a little blow,” I tell her as I push both the remaining lines together.The bitch is too wasted to notice.

As soon as she does the line, I scoop her into my arms, noticing she weighs next to nothing.I drop her onto the mattress, and she nearly bounces off and onto the floor.

Fuck me, this shit is going to haunt me forever.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, but she’s so far gone she doesn’t hear me.

Hero looks bored as I tell her to press her face into the pillow, ass up.She can barely comply and needs help pulling her dress up, exposing her boney ass.I unzip my jeans and hope it looks like I’m fucking her when I grip her hips and pound my crotch against her ass while pushing her face down into the pillow to smother her if the drugs don’t kill her first.

She’s so out of it she doesn’t even realize I’m not even fucking her.I’d get more action from a hole in a wall.Fuck, I’d rather fuck a hole in a wall than put my dick in her.Not only that, but I wouldn’t do that shit to Gwynee.I’m a prick, but the last thing I want is to do something to hurt her.

I stare down at this cracked out bitch wishing I was back in Anarchy.I go through the motions of putting on a fucking show for Hector and his fucking goons.I guarantee they are watching this shit and laughing, thinking whatever they planned for me is working.

It doesn’t take long before she goes limp.I make a show of groaning like I got off and do up my zipper and tell Hero, “She’s all yours.”

“Fuck you,” he mouths the words at me and checks her pulse.“She’s dead.I’m not fucking a corpse.”

I shrug my cut back on and light up a cigarette.“Let’s get the fuck out of this shithole.”I know this is going to fuck with his head as much as mine, but I can’t worry about that right now.What matters is walking out of here alive.

Hector is gone, but his brother, Jose, has a parting gift for us.Another whore, but this one has a fighting chance, at least.I know why they want her to go with us.To fucking spy.Wants us to put her to work at our strip club.She’s got a decent rack and a fat ass, but I’m not a fucking pimp.

The deal we’ve got with the Juarez brothers pays damn good, but not enough for this added headache.These aren’t men you tell no if you can help it.And I’ve got a sweet little thing waiting for me stateside I want to go home to.

“What’s your name, honey?”

“D-d-daisy,” she stutters out as I grab her by the arm, playing my fucking part, not believing for one damn minute that’s her real name.“You have your passport?”

She nods.

“Good.”I’ll have my guys check over her papers.If they aren’t good, we’ll lose her before we hit the border.

Outside the gates of the Juarez property, we reunite with the rest of the club brothers who made the trip with us.

“Prez, Kidd is on the line for you,” Toxic tells me, handing me one of our burners as he stares at Daisy in her booty hugging shorts and halter top.An outfit not fit for riding.

I take the phone while Hero introduces Daisy to Lunatic.Once she sobers up, we’ll have a doctor check her out.Find out if she has a tracker.We’ll find out her real name and where she’s from.Find a way to get her back home or to a safer location with one of our other club chapters where the Juarez brothers won’t be able to track her down.

“Your sugar baby is on the move with company.”

“Right.”

“Want me to intervene?”

“Just stay on her, but don’t be seen.”I end the call and wipe the sweat from my brow with my bandanna.I knew that fucker wouldn’t leave her alone, but that’s a problem for when I return to Anarchy.“Let’s ride.”

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