Savage Little Games: Chapter 18

I’m horny as fuck tonight, and Vanessa refuses to be bought. Since I paid off Mitch’s loan for her to stay, she’ll never fuck me. I can’t put a price tag on her dignity, no matter what I offer. I’m not sure if I’m relieved or disappointed. Mostly disappointed at this moment in time.

“You won’t put your hand on my dick for a hundred thousand dollars?” I challenge her while stroking my hard-on still contained, for the moment, inside my underwear.

“No! Never!” she exclaims. Despite her refusals, I think she wants to. She wants me but won’t allow herself to give in yet.

“Your boyfriend gave you up for less cash than that. I bet he would’ve sucked my dick for seventy-six thousand.”

“I’m sure the asshole would have done pretty much anything you wanted for the money, especially if you made it into a bet.”

My hand stills on my dick at her response. How…how did someone so good and so beautiful end up with a piece of shit like him?

“You know he still hasn’t learned his lesson, right? By the time you’re free of me, he’ll be up to his neck in gambling debt and have slept with half the strippers in the city.”

“Thank you for that reminder, Dante.”

“Okay, fine. If you’re not gonna help, then I’ll just have to find some material to take care of my dick myself.”

Removing my hand from my boxer briefs I pick up my pants to remove my phone from the pocket. Then, I pull up one video in particular, turning the volume up so we can both hear the moaning, groaning, and frantic bodies slapping together.

Holding my phone in my left hand, I shove my boxer briefs down my legs to fist myself again, now giving her a front-row seat.

“I hate you,” Vanessa snaps, admitting aloud how she really feels about me. And that fucking pisses me off.

“That’s fine, remember? Angry fucks are my favorite.”

She scoffs and flops to her side in bed, putting her back to me. “Goodnight, you depraved prick.”

When the moaning on the video gets faster, louder, Vanessa covers her head with a pillow.

“Don’t tune out yet. I think you’ll recognize some of the grunting,” I say loud enough that I know she can hear me.

A second later, her boyfriend’s voice fills the air.

“I’m guessing he was exaggerating. Does Mitchell actually have a fat cock?”

For a moment, Vanessa doesn’t move, doesn’t even breathe. Suddenly, she pops up again. Crawling over on her knees, she comes to the foot of the bed, and plucks my phone right out of my hand.

Sitting back on her heels, she blinks at the screen as if she doesn’t believe what she’s seeing. Her cheeks gradually redden more as each second passes. Then, her eyes glisten.

“That’s…”

“Mitchell? Yes. The date and time stamp on the bottom is accurate.”

Vanessa keeps watching with a scowl. I hate seeing her upset because of that son of a bitch, but showing her the type of man he’ll always be is the only way for her to get over him for good.

She called the bastard just last night while I was in the shower. How do I know? I put a bug in his cell phone that my IT guys monitor. I heard the conversation earlier today, so I know she was just making sure I left him alive. Maybe even hoped he wouldn’t answer; that she would be left with doubt in order to use it as a reason to bail on our agreement. I’m staying two steps ahead of her, keeping up my side of the deal despite wanting to put a bullet in his head.

“Her stage name is Raine,” I inform her. “You can probably guess why they call her that. She charged him five hundred dollars, and it took him less than sixty seconds to finish even though he had an hour. The fucker didn’t take any time for foreplay either. Is that his usual style?”

There’s a long groan before Vanessa presses a finger to the screen to make the video stop. “He paid her five hundred dollars for ?”

“Well, he put it on his tab with Kozlov.”

“I got beaten up not just for the gambling, but because he didn’t pay the bill for the whores he humped on for a few seconds?”

“Yes. That’s more than you make working the entire night, isn’t it?”

Her response is to toss my phone down on the mattress in front of me, lips pursed. Thankfully, the cut on the bottom lip is starting to heal.

“You’re angry and hurt. I don’t blame you,” I remark. “Do you want to know the best way to hurt him back? By fucking me.”

“Go to hell, Dante!” I know her raised voice and blazing green eyes are directed at her moronic ex, not me, not really.

“That’s not me in the video cheating on you,” I remind her.

“He hasn’t worked in months!”

“Why should he when he can sit around and let you bust your ass all night to pay his bills while he busts nuts in whores?” I can’t help but point out the obvious, feeding her fury. “If you want, we could even send him a video of us fucking.”

Tilting her head to the side, she looks at me through her narrowed eyes like I must have lost my mind. “You’re an asshole. Men are all assholes. You…you get better looking as you age while women grow older, and saggy, and undesirable. We can never live up to the perfection of young, thin strippers and porn stars you all fuck!”

It takes me a moment to get to the bottom of what she’s saying within that rant condemning my entire sex as a whole. “Do you think Mitchell cheated on you because he was no longer attracted to you?”

She throws her hands up in exasperation. “Obviously! And while I hate it, I still get it. I can’t compete with any of them. They’re in their early twenties. Every part of them is still all perky and shit, while I’m sneaking up on forty for fuck’s sake!”

“No, Vanessa. You’ve got it all wrong. That fucker cheated on you because he’s a selfish asshole who only thinks about himself. You are a stunningly beautiful woman who isn’t afraid of anything, not even a murdering bastard like me. If you demanded what you were really worth for seventy-six days, even I wouldn’t be able to afford you.”

Vanessa huffs out a laugh and runs her fingers nervously through the front of her hair. I want to braid it again, but I doubt she’ll let me.

“I’m not touching your dick no matter how much you try to flatter me, Salvato.”

“And I’m not going to stop trying to change your mind,” I tell her with a grin. Then, I figure now is as good a time as any to hit her with the information from Eli I’ve been saving up all day. “Would you like to know how Mitchell ended up with those women?”

She shakes her head and crawls back over to get under the covers on her side of the bed. Her side. From now on, it’ll always be her side of the bed, even after she leaves. “No. I don’t need the dirty details.”

“I don’t mean the play-by-play,” I grit out, hating how much I dread her departure, even if it’s still weeks away. “I recently learned that Mitchell was actually entrapped.”

She frowns harder at me, keeping her eyes on my face rather than my nakedness. I guess talking about her ex extinguished whatever arousal I thought was there. “What do you mean entrapped?”

“Someone pushed those strippers on Mitchell. Think about it. He’s not attractive. He’s not rich. And he’s obviously not spectacular in bed. So why were so many women so eager to spread their legs for him recently?”

“Because they were running up his tab with Kozlov.”

“Yes, they were. Even though they told Mitchell he was getting freebies.”

Vanessa resumes running her fingers through her hair as she considers that information. “I’m confused. If you have a point, please make it so I can go to sleep.”

“The strippers, at least four that my sources could confirm, were offered fentanyl if they convinced him to fuck them.”

“What? Who would do that?”

“Who indeed.”

“Did you…” she starts, and I hold up my palm to shut that shit down real fast.

“It wasn’t me. Ask the women yourself if you want. They’ll all tell you who came to them.”

“So? Are you going to tell me or just keep building the suspense?”

“It seems the stripper actually did have a thing for you.”

“Who? Gavin?” She shakes her head vehemently. “No. There’s no way he would do that.”

“He did it, Vanessa. I was as shocked as you are, to be honest. So, it seems Mitchell may have only been responsible for about seventy-five percent of the debt with Kozlov. Gavin is responsible for a quarter of it, which means the stripper is also partially, if not halfway responsible, for your beating.”

“That…that son of a bitch!” She huffs as her shoulders sag.

Her words are music to my ears. I try not to smile too broadly in satisfaction.

Going up on her knees again, she points her finger at me. “If you’re lying…”

“I’m not.” Holding my palms up, I tell her, “I swear it on the lives of my beautiful daughters. It’s all true. The women were happy to talk for a little extra cash.”

“Wow.”

“Do you still think the bargain you made with me was worth letting him go?”

“Yes. Although, I do wish I had kicked his ass first.”

“Trust me, Eli did enough physical and psychological damage to the stupid boy.”

“What did he…no, forget it. I don’t want to know.”

“Honestly, I don’t want the details either. All I know is that the stripper won’t come near you again.”

“Good.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Oh, fuck you very much,” she grumbles before lying down, turning her back to me again.