Page 15 of The Boy I Loved (Eternal Hell #1)

CHAPTER SIX

DOMINIC

The potent stench of decaying flesh and recently fucked pussy filled my nostrils.

My muscles strained beneath my shirt as I carried Stacy through the basement.

This was where all the new girls came. If they proved themselves valuable, then they could have nicer things and better living conditions.

These were Clay’s rules, not mine. This job wouldn’t be so bad if all the girls deserved it.

For example: Stacy Mcintyre definitely deserved it.

She was shallow, conceited, money-hungry, superficial, selfish, and mean.

Our footsteps sounded against the cement, a burst of humid air wafting over our skin as we descended the steps. A sob permeated the air, followed by the sound of flesh pounding against flesh.

“Fucking Tristan,” Mason muttered with a grin tugging at his lips.

Tristan was another one of the guys who worked with us.

He and Mason had so much in common it was weird.

The dude couldn’t stop fucking the girls even if he wanted to.

Here it was, the middle of the night, and he was still reigning terror upon the women despite an early morning fast approaching.

The girls in the basement didn’t get the luxury of sleeping in.

They were up by six, fed, fucked, bathed, trained, fucked, fed, more training, fucked, bathed, fed again, and then sent off to sleep.

It was a schedule we were supposed to stick to, but guys like Mason and Tristan didn’t give a shit.

Clay didn’t seem to mind it all that much either.

The crying got louder as we approached one of the empty cells.

Nicholas moved to unlock the door, wedging it open with a loud creak.

There was a small mattress on the floor against the wall with a thin blanket and pillow.

On the other side of the cell was a bucket for them to piss and shit in.

A lot of them threw up in them, too, but that was their problem.

Stacy’s neck rolled as I moved to lay her on the mattress, her black hair fanning out all around her.

I took off her heels, unclasping the buckles and handed them to Vincent.

He liked to collect their clothing as a type of souvenir—especially their shoes and panties.

“You think she’ll get cold?” Mason asked, tilting his head to the side as he took in her unconscious form.

I didn’t bother covering her with a blanket. It was humid in here, but it did get cold on occasion. “Not really our problem.” I shrugged.

He snorted a laugh. “Alright. Let’s go see what Tristan’s up to.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Nicholas locked the cell as soon as we retreated from it, and he stuffed the keys into the front pocket of his jeans.

Three cells down, the door was wide open, which was careless on Tristan’s part.

Clay would throw a bitch fit if he walked in and saw it, but it wasn’t like she could go anywhere.

Even if she managed to knock him out cold, and stole his keys, she wouldn’t get very far.

All the girls were kept weak and were no match for us.

Three of our men could take them all out.

The woman’s sobs were muffled as she clutched onto the sheets of her bed, Tristan pounding into her from behind.

Her auburn hair fell in front of her face, blocking it from view, but I knew there would be tears marring that porcelain skin of hers.

Tristan grunted, his hands tight around her hips.

He glanced over his shoulder at us, a manic grin splitting his face.

“You want a turn?” he asked breathlessly. “This one’s got a tight pussy.”

Vincent stepped forward, a look of contemplation cresting his features. Nicholas put a hand on his shoulder to halt any further movements.

“We’re not staying. We have to be back in Greenbriar by tomorrow afternoon,” I explained. My gaze slinging back to the girl. Her ass jiggled with every thrust, her choked cries fading.

Drea was one of our more recent girls. She hadn’t been here longer than a week but still cried her eyes out every time one of us fucked her.

If she kept that shit up, we’d have to get rid of her.

Three weeks was the cut-off date. Not to mention, she couldn’t suck dick for shit, despite the training she’s had on it.

She was one of Vincent’s favorites, though.

She was tight, she cried, she acted fucking pitiful.

He liked them like that. He also liked the fighters.

The ones that made him work for it. It made it that much more satisfying for him when he fought to get into her pussy or ass and then he’d fuck her roughly.

Tristan stilled inside of her, groaning as he filled her with his cum.

“Fucking shit.” He bowed his head, his chest heaving from exertion.

Dark blonde strands fell into his eyes as he eased out of her, slapping a hand against her raw cunt.

She whimpered, jerking away from him, which just made him laugh.

“She keeps crying and playing hard to get,” he continued, stuffing himself back in his jeans.

“But her pussy was weeping for it. She’s such a needy fucking slut.

” He rose, glancing down at Drea. Her shoulders shook uncontrollably with each sob.

“Isn’t that right?” he sneered. “You like it when I fill you with my jizz?”

This only made her cry harder. The only way out of this was to give him the answer he wanted .

“Answer me,” he growled, nudging her leg with the toe of his shoe.

“Y-yes,” she stammered through breathless cries.

He scoffed. “That’s what I thought. Pathetic little bitch.” Turning to us, he shoved a hand through the strands of hair that had fallen in front of his forehead. “Y’all want to smoke before you leave?”

I shrugged. “Sounds good to me.”

Tristan stepped out of the cell, tugging the door closed behind him before securing the lock.

We followed him through the basement and up the steps.

It didn’t take long for us to reach the back door where the patio was located.

On occasion, we’d let the better girls out for some fresh air, give them a cigarette, and let them chill—the ones who were trained enough not to try anything stupid.

The place was in the middle of nowhere and there was a thirty-foot fence wrapped around it, but you could never be too careful. Not in an industry like this.

Tristan lowered himself onto one of the benches and I sat beside him, reaching into my pocket to grab my pack of cigarettes. Taking one between my lips, I lit it and inhaled. A plume of smoke wafted out around me instantly, swirling through the air and disappearing.

“What brings you guys out here tonight?” Tristan asked, hitting his own cigarette.

Mason, Nicholas, and Vincent sat down across from us, but it was Mason who spoke. “Brought in a new girl.” At Tristan’s hopeful expression, he added, “Don’t get your hopes up. This one’s kind of a whore. Might not be that tight.”

Tristan nodded, running a hand over the scruff of his stubble. “Her pussy might not be. Doesn’t mean her ass isn’t.” He winked, taking another drag before blowing it out into the atmosphere. “Does she look good at least?”

“She’s alright,” I replied. “Not my type personally. ”

Mason nodded in agreement. “Too skinny. She has a nice face, though.”

“One down, two more to go,” Tristan added.

He was right. We did everything in threes.

If we took one bitch from Greenbriar, then we had to take two more.

It would raise a lot of questions, but nothing could be traced back to me or the guys.

We just worked at a mechanic shop and were getting ready for our senior year as far as anyone else knew.

Mason shot me a grin. “Good thing school starts back up on Thursday. We can go fishin’.” He waggled his eyebrows.

Vincent grunted his approval. “What’s that blonde bitch’s name?” He tapped his fingers against the table between us, his eyebrows dipping as he worked to figure it out. “The one always hanging around Hazel.”

“Tory.” I rolled my eyes. I never did like her.

If they suggested dragging her here, I wouldn’t stop it.

She might have been good friends with Hazel, but as long as their attention was off the girl who embedded herself in my heart, then they could take whoever the hell they wanted, not including my sister.

“Yeah, her. The guys would go crazy for someone like her.” Vince glanced around the table, taking a drag of his own cigarette. “I wonder if she’s a virgin. I’ve never seen her with any guys.”

This caught Tristan’s attention. “No shit?” His blue eyes sparkled at the mere thought of her potentially being untouched.

Virgins sold for a lot in this industry, and if she was a virgin, no one would touch her pussy.

She’d have to suck some dick and probably take it up the ass, but her cherry would remain intact.

I shrugged. “Who knows. It’s not like she’s going to come right out and tell us.”

Nicholas nodded. “She could be a lesbian for all we know.”

Tristan groaned. “Lesbians are fun, too.

I raised an eyebrow. “You’re an idiot.”

Vincent released a laugh, his dark hair falling in front of his eyes as a warm breeze wafted through the air. There was a black hoop in his nose, giving him an edgier appearance. His jawline was sharp, the muscles thrumming along it anytime he moved his mouth or clenched his teeth.

Tristan shot me a surprised look, appearing much more innocent than he was. He was the furthest thing from innocent. “How am I an idiot?” he asked incredulously, like I just insulted his grandmother.

“Because.” I flicked the butt of my cig, watching the ashes tumble into the tray within the center of the table. He wasn’t getting a better response than that.

Tristan shrugged. “Whatever. They still get off.”

“You get them off?” Nicholas asked. “On purpose?”