me if I killed this pain in the ass without his blessing.
“Ahí viene,” the bartender warns me under his breath and tapping the side of my arm, eliciting a grunt from me. Glancing over my shoulder, I see that indeed the nuisance approaching with the girl that caught his eye, arms linked, and a smirk on his face.
“I thought you would have left by now,” I say when he’s within earshot. She’s of no consequence to me, so I keep my eyes on him as I turn on my stool and lean back against the bar.
“Not yet,” he says, the smirk on his lips widening slightly. “This is Daniela.” I nod at her and do my best not to roll my eyes when she rests her hand against his chest. The whores in this place work a little too hard at making everyone feel like they’re the only one for them. “And this is Sofi,” he says to her.
Daniela gives me a tight smile, and I suck my teeth.
“And?” I say to him as I give her a level stare. “What’s she got to do with me?”
“Not ‘me’,” he corrects with a chuckle, “us.”
I grit my teeth.
If I have to tell him that there is no us, I’ll break one of Papa’s rules, which is no violence unless he condones it.
So instead, I jut my chin out at him and wait as patiently as I can for him to continue.
“Anyway,” he continues as he holds a hand out toward me, “Daniela has a twin sister that works here too. Interested?”
I glance down at the shoes he’s wearing—something I should have done right away—before I let out a sigh and decide that maybe indulging his wild little fantasy would be a good way to pass the time.
Chapter Eleven
I don’t know if it’s his arrogance that made me agree to this or the way he seems to enjoy making me feel uncomfortable, but somehow, I manage to find myself on a bed between Daniela and Inez.
The timider of the sisters has long, blonde hair that’s been bleached to hell and back. Her lips aren’t as plump as Daniela’s, but her ass is thicker, so I think she made out better. While her sister’s lips are made for sucking cock, her ass is made for getting used and abused.
Silver-tongued bastard, I think as I look at the seemingly professional women on either side of me. Fuck knows how long they’ve worked here, but it’s the first time I’ve seen them, and I’m damn determined to make sure they remember me before I’m done.
The bargain we made before stepping into this room was simple enough. He doesn’t get to join us—he only gets to watch, and if he tries to take any shitty little cellphone videos, he forfeits his balls.
And the fact that he managed to get two pussies for half the price I gave him tells me that he’d be valuable in Papa’s organization.
Maybe I’ll give him a recommendation.
I reach back and spin my hair in my fist until I’m able to wrap it neatly and tightly behind my head. Once secured, I get to my knees on the bed and motion for the twins to do the same.
“You’re mine to use now,” I say, turning my face from one to the other, “and you’re going to make sure every penny that has been spent between you is well-earned.”
The scrape of a chair against the old wooden floor draws my attention away from them long enough to see the Gringo settling down directly in front of the bed.
“Are you going to direct?” I ask him with a smirk.
“Oh, you wouldn’t be able to handle it if I do,” he replies with a laugh as he rubs his hands together, then leans back in his chair.
I roll my eyes as I turn them toward Inez. She’s watching him with more interest than me, and that won’t fucking do.
“Hey,” I bark at her, grabbing her roughly by the chin and turning her face toward me. “He’s not here to play, pendeja.”
She gives me a little girl pout that probably has worked on many men before me, but I don’t fall for the bullshit, and she’s going to learn that sooner rather than later.
The chair creaks again, and out of the corner of my eye, I can see him getting comfortable. He’s ready for the show, and I guess it’s about time to give him one.
I run a finger down the side of Inez’s body, tracing