Page 41 of Endure the Pain
“Let her go, Donnie, and maybe I won’t kill you,” Jamie said, his tone teetering on the edge of murderous.
“I think you should just shoot him,” I suggested. “He thinks Stefan hired me to fuck the guests. I was aiming for beautiful when I bought this dress, not a prostitute. That’s the last time I ask my goons for their opinions.”
Dean rolled his eyes.
“You look gorgeous, baby. I was heading over to tell you just how breathtaking you are when I saw this bastard grab you.” Jamie’s words ended with an angry rumbling, because the Irishman had yet to release my wrist.
“I suggest you let go of my daughter, Donnie.” Stefan’s voice came from behind me. If his tone was anything to go by, he wasn’t particularly happy either. It was then that I realized the music had stopped and everyone else had gone quiet.
“What’s going on here, Stefan?” another voice asked as they approached. Whoever it was also had a thick Irish accent, and once Donnie heard it, he let me go. My wrist smarted, but I refused to touch it.
Stefan didn’t have that problem. He stepped up beside me, grabbed my arm, and pulled back my sleeve. He peered at my wrist and the bright red skin there. “Donnie put his hands on my daughter, Sean,” Stefan said, shifting his gaze behind me.
“I didn’t know she was your daughter, Stefan,” Donnie said quickly.
“Ah, I see, if I hadn’t been someone of importance you still would have tried to force me to fuck you and it would have been okay for you to hit me?” I tsked at him. “Tonight is not your night, Donnie.”
“What do you want to do with him, cuz?” Rourke asked, pushing his gun into the side of his head. “I’ll hold him down while you do your thing.”
“What ismy thing,exactly?” I asked him.
Louie chose that moment to join us. “Feed him his dick, of course.” He grinned an evil little grin. “You’re The Castrator. I bet two hundred he cries the moment she starts cutting.” The men around me chuckled.
“He does look like a little bitch. I bet three hundred he cries way before she starts cutting,” Rourke said.
Donnie looked back and forth between Louie and Rourke, a little panicked. “You’re joking?”
The men chuckled again.
Louie shook his head. “I’ve had to clean up the bodies after she was done playing with them.”
“You grabbed the wrong fucking woman,” Rourke snickered.
“This sounds like a misunderstanding, Stefan. I apologize for Donnie’s mistake,” said the guy named Sean. I glanced over my shoulder to get a look at him. He was good looking. His hair was the color of cinnamon and he had pretty green eyes with yellow flakes in them.
“Why are you apologizing to him?” I asked Sean. “I’m the one he got handsy with. And furthermore, Donnie should be the one groveling, not you.”
Sean looked to Stefan, who was smiling at me. “Sounds like you have this handled, daughter. Come find me when you’re done.”
I nodded and Stefan walked away. I looked back at Donnie with a mean smile.This is going to be fun.“What should I do to you, Donnie?” I asked rhetorically and Donnie glared at me.
Sean went to reach for me. “Hold on, now. I don’t—”
Louie pulled a Glock from inside his tux and aimed it at him. “Don’t touch her.” His bright smile was gone in a blink of an eye and was replaced with a no-nonsense expression. Sean froze, his hands held up, and then he took a step back.
I returned my attention to Donnie. He did a shitty job of guarding what he was feeling. With what little interaction I'd had with him, I knew deflating his ego and hurting his pride was the best way to get back at him. “You have yet to apologize to me, Donnie. I might not go after your family jewels if you man up and say you’re sorry.”
His jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed. “I apologize.”
I sighed dramatically. “You know what? That didn’t cut it. I think I deserve a little groveling, don’t you gentlemen agree?”
“Want me to get you a knife?” Dean asked.
“Not just yet,” I said and opened the slit in my skirt a little wider, revealing my leg, but most importantly, my flirty red pump. “These are Jimmy Choo. They’re fucking gorgeous and make me feel like a princess.” I wobbled my foot side-to-side to display the beautiful shoe before setting it back down on the ground. “I feel like your apology would be more genuine if you got down on your knees and kissed my beautiful princess shoe.”
Everyone was quiet as they waited. Donnie’s anger flared and he made no move to kneel.
“Come on, Donnie. Is your pride really worth your penis? Imagine never being able to have sex again. Because that will be your life. I won’t let you die. I’ll make it my mission that you survive the…removal. Now, I don’t exactly have a good track record with the others living after I mutilated their man sticks, but at the same time I wanted them to die…slowly,” I rambled. My spiel may have been a little horrific to Donnie, but he still refused to kneel. I looked to Dean. “It looks like I’ll be needing that knife. I’m sure a steak knife can be found at one of the tables.” Dean nodded and took a step to leave.