His eyes caught mine.
“Let’s move,” he grunted.
We moved.
* * * * *
I stood in the stall in the bathroom, peering out a small opening of the door.
Amy was having a martini lunch with her girls who also lived off a man’s back. We clocked her, Creed told me he’d get her to the bathroom and my objective was to clear it so we could do our business there.
Luckily, no one came in while I waited so when she did, red wine stains down her dress, a pissed off look on her face, I had her.
Seriously, Creed was genius. I didn’t know he managed it, probably bribed a waiter, but not only would red wine down your dress send you straight to the bathroom, it’d also leave a nasty stain. Amy deserved more than red wine stains on her dress but that was where I came in.
“I cannot believe this shit,” she hissed at the mirror, flipping her arms down, eyes to the stain reflected in the mirror.
I walked out of the stall and she turned to me then blinked.
“Wow, Sylvie. Hey,” she greeted.
I glanced through her, walked to the door, rapped on it once and Creed slid in, closed the door and leaned against it.
“What the f**k?” Amy asked and I turned back to her. Her eyes went from Creed to me. “What’s going –?”
I moved and, in a flash, I had her against the wall, my hand to her throat, my body pressed into hers. Her face had paled and her eyes were wide.
“The blowjob you gave Drake Nair pay for that dress or did you get it off Live’s back?” I asked and her eyes got wider. “Oh yeah, bitch, we know. Mark this, Amy, you f**ked up, not getting your name on the lease. Live, right now, is packing your shit up. You got the choice, you talk, I let you go and you go home and you’ll find your shit in boxes or you don’t talk, I let you go and you find your shit all over the goddamned grass.”
“I…” her eyes shifted side to side as her hand lifted to try and pull down on mine but I just pushed her deeper into the wall with my hand and body. Her gaze came back to mine. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’ll refresh your memory but I’ll do it by posting pictures of you on your knees, his dick in your mouth side by side with pictures of you taking a roll of bills to every social network I can find and I’ll tag you in it. By the time they take it down, it’ll have gone viral, there will be sites it hits that won’t take it down and thousands of people will see you sucking c**k for money. You’ll walk down the street and never know when someone will recognize you. That’s not enough, copies get couriered to your folks. Wonder what Daddy will think of seeing his girl getting her face f**ked for cash.”
Her eyes suddenly went hard and she bit out, “Fuck you, Sylvie.”
“Wrong answer,” I whispered, let her go but grabbed her wrist, flipped her around and shoved her face first into the wall, yanking her arm up. She cried out, I got close and snarled in her ear, “Talk.”
“I’ll scream.”
“Do it,” I invited. “See that big guy against the door?”
She didn’t answer.
I didn’t wait and went on, “Well, that’s my man and no one out there saw him or me. You scream, we vanish. You report this to the cops, we both got alibis. But you, you live with Knight Sebring’s wrath breathing down your neck and everywhere you go, every minute of the day, you fear the day he unleashes that wrath. If you can live down the blowjob pictures, you still got Knight to deal with. You talk right now, you’re homeless and without a man to lead around by his dick. You don’t, you bought yourself a life full of fear.”
She didn’t say anything.
I yanked up on her arm hard.
She whimpered.
“Don’t test me. I might be small but I’m strong and I’m pissed. I’ll snap it,” I whispered in her ear.
“He… he, I don’t know much about it,” she whispered back, straining against my hold, lifting up to her toes in her high-heeled shoes to alleviate the pain.
“Share what you know,” I invited.
“Let go,” she demanded.