Page 4 of The Bones We Break
Digging out my phone, I let Ellie know that I’m on my way. I’m feeling positive about tonight, it’s about time I let myself be free and have a good time. And who knows, a decent guy might just sweep me off my feet.
Arriving at Crimson, Nico pulls the car to the front of the club. The heavy music is already thumping from the outside, permeating the interior of the car. The exterior of the club is a looming presence over the city as sky lights beam from the floor outside of the black double doors.
Two security guards stand like a brick wall at either side of the door, allowing people to filter inside from the line that seems to go on for miles. Stepping out of the car, Nico meets me at the side, and I take a minute to run a hand through my hair, brushing it back off of my face, and straightening my suit jacket before checking the time on my gold Rolex. My debt payment should be arriving soon. I had one of my men scope out Annabelle’s apartment to make sure she actually left in the Uber that arrived outside for her. I bide my time, knowing the predator will always have the prey.
Striding up to the double doors with Nico in tow, I don’t even bother to introduce myself to the units of security guards that are stationed outside.
“Good evening, Mr. De Rossi. Welcome to Crimson.” The brute on the left says, I simply dip my head to him andstep inside. The club is already packed with patrons on the dancefloor that sits in the centre of the room. A long, black bar runs the entire length of the room to my far right, shelves stacked with all the liquor you could want. The alcoves of the room glow various shades of red with the neon lights running around the perimeter. Taking the steps down onto the obsidian dancefloor, whilst passing a DJ booth on the left, I push my way further into the writhing bodies, the crowd parting for me like the Red Sea. The heavy music rattles my ear drums, the beat pulsing through my veins as Nico leads us to the private booths at the back of the room, the lighting much darker this way. The opulent black tables sit just off to the side of the dancefloor and blood red curtains hang from the gold bars vaulted to the ceiling, keeping me out of view. Slowly, I take a seat on the leather wingback chairs, proceeding to cross my ankle over my knee, a pretty brunette makes her way over to us.
I can’t stop the sinfully wicked fantasy of her on her knees from playing across my mind. Her hair sits just under her perky tits, the bright red uniform holding on for dear life across the mounds of flesh whilst a short, black skirt sits on her hips and thighs that show off her long, toned legs. Legs I’d like to take my knife to, imagining the flesh flay open. Quickly shaking out of my fantasy I give her my best charming smile.
“Evening gentlemen.” She eyes me and Nico, her dull brown eyes lingering on the both of us. “Welcome to Crimson, I’m Natalie and I’ll be your server for tonight. What can I get you?” Her tone is sweet, but timid, like a scared mouse. I bet if I looked close enough I’d see the glass beads of sweat running down her face, streaking her perfect makeup.
“Two whiskeys, neat. Thanks, sweetheart.”
The pet name makes me inwardly cringe, but I love to see the crimson flush rise up her delicate neck until it reaches her face.She dips her head and scuttles away back to the bar.
“You playing with your food again, boss?” Nico asks to the side of me, his tone riddled with sarcasm. Turning to face him, my eyes gleam with devilish thoughts.
“Little Natalie over there could feed my appetite until my main course arrives.” I reply, knowing Annabelle will be the one I claim. With or without her consent.
After a short moment, Natalie makes her way back over to us, the small crystal glasses sitting on top of a round, black tray. She bends her knees slightly to place the glasses in front of the both of us, and I can’t help but scour the length of her legs, all the way up to her luscious ass. The soft flesh would look perfect underneath my palms, blooming with purple bruises. She dips her head slightly and backs away. I give her a moment to leave before my hand wraps around the cold glass, the condensation of the ice causing rivulets of water to run down the sides. I welcome the burn of the amber liquid as it hits my tongue, sending a trail of fire down my throat. As I sit the glass back down on the table, I notice a piece of paper folded into a perfect square, reaching for it, I begin to open each corner until the message is revealed.
‘Meet me in the restroom.’
So the timid mouse wants to play, does she?
Rising from the chair, I unfasten my jacket, then dip my hand inside, making sure I still have the switchblade on the inside pocket in case I’m feeling particularly stabby.
“Everything alright boss?”
“Just about to have my appetizer is all.” A smirk spreads across my face. Nico rolls his eyes, then goes back to nursing his drink.
I make my way down the dimly lit hallway, the red lightsacross the ceiling reflecting off the shiny, black floor. Once I locate the women’s bathroom, I push open the heavy wooden door. White, marble sinks run along the right side of the black wall with stalls lining the left side, only one closed out of the six. The heavy footsteps of my leather shoes echo around the room as I step further in and stuff my hands inside my trouser pockets, cracking my neck from side to side, the tension slowly loosening before I speak.
“Come out, come out.” I taunt, waiting for the leggy waitress to exit the closed stall. The hinges on the closed door creak as it begins to open, then I see her patent leather heels step out first before the rest of her sinful body comes into the warm light of the restroom. My jaw ticks and I tilt my head to the side at a slow pace, really eyeing her up as I roam over every inch of her. I wonder how pretty she will bleed for me. Will she cry? Will she panic? Will she beg me to end my cruel torment that I’m about to bring on her? Stalking forward, like a deadly predator, I back her into the cubicle once more and close the door behind me, before flicking the lock into the place with an audible click. Natalie’s eyes widened for a split second. I catch a trace of fear in them and then it’s gone as quickly as it came. Lifting my hand, I glide it around her delicate throat, imagining it’s Annabelle’s, feeling her pulse rapid against my fingers. I could crush her windpipe so easily and eradicate her from this world. I will have Annabelle, one way or another.
Her stupid sack of shit father thinks he can double cross me? Beg me for money to gamble it away in my own casino? Breaking Annabelle down will be the perfect revenge and I’ll enjoy every single moment of it. My mind filters back to the present, to the slender neck I’m gripping tightly. Natalie’s eyes begin to bulge as redness seeps into the whites of her eyes, her mouth gaping open as she tries to suck in as much oxygen as shecan. Before she crosses the threshold of passing out, I release my hand and she doubles over, coughing and grasping at her throat. Swiftly grabbing the back of Natalie’s hair, I pull her upright with her roots until she’s facing me.
“Listen here sweetheart. You wanted me in here, now show me how much of a fucking desperate whore you are.” My voice is low and laced with depravity. Her boring, brown eyes start to glaze over until they’re brimming with unshed tears and she winces at the pain in the back of her head from my vice grip on her strands. She nods her head with jerky movements and those unshed tears? Well, they come spilling down her face like rain and it’s a sight to see. She slowly lowers herself to her knees, onto the cold, tiled floor, and unfastens my belt, her hands shaking with fear as she fumbles around with the zipper of my trousers, her shoulders shaking from silent cries. I feel her soft hand dip into my boxers as she takes out my semi hard cock.
“Get me harder, bitch.” I say through gritted teeth. “I want my cum to paint your fucking insides, whether it’s inside your pussy or your mouth.” Natalie starts to fist my cock with both hands, then begins to move up and down, once, then twice, before she’s picking up rhythm. Releasing my hand from her hair to move it around to her jaw, I slip my thumb into her mouth, the pad of my thumb pressing down on the meaty flesh of her tongue. I only give her a second to get my cock hard before I pry her jaw open and ram it into her wet, hot mouth.
She immediately gags around the thick length, her throat muscles contracting around the slippery head of my cock. Natalie’s hands find the front of my thighs, her fingers gripping tightly onto the fabric of my trousers, as if that will stop this vicious torment. My fingers grip around the flesh of her ears like they’re the handlebars of a bike as I ram my hard cock into her mouth, the perfect little fuck hole, I think to myself and proceedto skull fuck her until her eyes start to roll to the back of her head. I give her no reprieve as I piston my hips into her wet face hole. I could probably shove my dick straight through her throat until it comes out of the back of her head, but I don’t fancy her brain matter on my cock at this moment in time. My teeth grind together until they start to feel like a finely milled powder, my hot breath forcing its way out of my nose like a raging bull. I throw my head back and listen to the sweet tunes of Natalie’s garbled noises.
“Fuck, yes! You’re such a desperate fucking whore for me, aren’t you?” I laugh to myself, knowing she can’t even get a word past my length that’s battering her mouth and throat. Her hands lose grip on my thighs, they fall like lead weights to the side of her which causes me to look down and see all the colour has drained from her face, she’s no longer flushing red, but almost a pasty grey colour. Natalie’s glassy eyes have dried and rolled back into the sockets like little white golf balls.
Is this bitch dead?
I knew this little cunt would become an inconvenience, still, her lukewarm state doesn’t deter me from blowing my thick white load into her dead face cavern, any hole is a goal right? Even if it is dead.
Pulling myself free of her gaping mouth, I wipe the tip of my cock across her bottom lip. The soft, plump flesh shining like a glazed donut. I tuck myself back into my trousers and give Natalie a shove, her face colliding with the porcelain toilet. A pearly bead of cum starts to leak out of her mouth, leaving a string of saliva in its wake as it pools on the toilet seat.
“I’ll be sure to tell your boss about your excellent service, sweetheart.”
Lifting my hand, I run it through my dishevelled hair, andpush it off my face before unlocking the door and making my way out of the stall, leaving Natalie a crumpled, dead mess on the floor. Slowly walking over to the sinks, I grip the white marble with both hands whilst taking in my reflection in the mirrors. My dark blue eyes show zero life behind them, my soul completely withered away, that’s if I had one in the first place.
Letting go of the sink, I dip my hand into my jacket pocket to retrieve the small baggie containing the crystal white powder and tip a small amount on the unit, forming it into a perfect line with my credit card before slipping a hundred dollar bill from my wallet. I roll it up into a perfect straw shape and snort the nose candy, feeling the effects of the rush instantly. A rapid fire of adrenaline rushes through my bloodstream. Bringing my hand up to my face, I grip the tip of my nose in my hand, and sniff up to make sure I’ve fully snorted the dust. Immediately, I turn away from the mirror, but not before catching a glimpse of Natalie’s heels on the floor. I shoot Nico a text to let him know I need a clean up and exit the restroom, feeling nothing.
