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ANVIL
She sits on the mattress on the floor. The one I fucked her on.
She’s pretending to read, but she never turns the page.
My rage is back. This time it’s directed at myself for letting her get to me again. When the burner phone rings, I jerk and then stalk over to it. I was so distracted I left it on. It’ll be a bullshit call. No one has the number. I bought it so I could check an anonymous email account I set up to communicate with Leone and Frank.
When I look at the screen, I recognize the number. I shake my head. Fucking Trick.
I swipe the screen. “What?” I say.
“What’s up, ‘Vil?” he says.
“You called me.”
“Yeah, on your secret burner. So again, I say, what’s up, ‘Vil?”
“How’d you get it?”
“You bought it on Aberdeen. Word got around.”
I shake my head. Usually Trick gets the burners in Boston. Never at the same place. Never somewhere that one of us would be recognized. I should’ve gone to Boston to get it, but I was running out of time.
Also, just because he heard a rumor I bought it on Aberdeen, doesn’t explain how he got the phone’s number. But I guess I’m not surprised. That’s Trick all over. He finds shit out. And no doubt he’s been asking after me, since I’ve been disappearing without explanation.
“Where you at? On the low.”
I scowl. “If I wanted you to know, on the low or otherwise, I’d tell you. But I guess you’ll track me down if you decide to.”
“‘Vil, one hundred,” he says in a serious tone. “I need a word.”
I curse silently. I don’t want to talk about this with him. I don’t want it on either of them. But when he says one hundred, he means he’s not playing. There’s no way I can ignore that.
“All right. Soon.”
“All right.” He ends the call.
“Hey, little girl, come here.”
Rachel stares stubbornly at the same page she’s been looking at for like half an hour. She doesn’t lift her head, instead she raises her middle finger. I almost laugh. I could break her bones from blowing on them too hard, and she’s gonna flip me off? That’s how she gets to me. It’s one of the ways anyway.
“Raven, get over here. Or I will show you what I do to girls who disobey me.”
She doesn’t move. Is she serious?
I stalk into the room and sweep her up. She slaps me across the face before I get her locked into a carry that neutralizes her.
I tie her hands with a belt, sit on the couch, and flip her over my thighs. The shirt rises up, revealing her smooth white ass. She’s got no panties since I cut the only ones she had off her. My cock rises.
I slap each of her cheeks several times in quick succession. She struggles and screams curses at me. I lay down firm enough spanks to turn her ass bright red. She kicks her legs helplessly.
“Beg me to stop,” I say in a low voice.
“No!” she yells, but her voice cracks.
I bring my palm down against her soft, burning flesh. She thrashes, trying to break free. My grip on her means she’s going nowhere. She’s completely helpless, and we bothknow it. Ten more strong swats on her pretty ass, and she dissolves into tears.