Kane whistled with no shame as her lacy black bra and matching panties were revealed, along with a body that would bring any good man to his knees.
She was still not breaking eye contact with Ronan and the whistle visibly threw him over the edge as the right corner of her lip turned up into a half-smile.
“There’s two hours and forty-one minutes left of the hose. If you want to go to the dry room now, come show me what you’d do for it,” Zerkos announced to the room and the first blonde crawled over to him and began to paw up his pant leg. The second blonde caught the drift and made her way over as they both started to unbuckle Berserk’s pants. He chuckled loudly and lifted them up to escort them to the kennel across the hall, muttering about how this year was going to be even easier. The Japanese chick briefly looked at Cecilia then turned her face back to the wall as she decided her fate.
“So, you do the work, and he gets to fuck them?” Cecilia asked Mateo who still hadn’t taken his eyes off of her.
“I don’t fuck anyone who’s not begging me for it,” Kane said, drinking her in. “And they all beg, sweetheart.”
“Oh, so you’re not rapists?” She scoffed.
Kane turned the hose back on blasting the two of them into a pile as they were forced together by the pressure of the water. It was physically uncomfortable for me to watch this happen to Cecilia. We had history, shared time in our shitty apartment playing video games, and drinking beers while we waited for Zerkos to come home, for nearly three years.
Ronan and I had gone to school together, we had known each other for years, and when Cecilia’s family died, he asked me to go in with him on an apartment for the three of us. I didn’t really know her then, but all the time we spent in cars together running drugs up and down the West coast for a few hundred bucks made me glad I took a chance on them those years ago. Life was different then, everything was different then, and I was just a lost kid trying to make it out of the gang I was destined to die for some day.
Having Zerkos and Cecilia around back then was like I had created a new sense of family, one that wouldn’t force me to kill kids, or make them do drugs just to keep the cycle of soldiers in line. When she left, it was like the day my parents told me not to come back unless I was ready to wear Guillermo’s colors. I wouldn’t be family unless I was ready to devote the rest of my life to Los Muertos. Her leaving shattered me too, and the worst part was that I didn’t have anyone to lean on because I had to be together for my brother while he mourned her.
After a few more minutes I signaled Kane to stop, and I approached her. “You should have just told him the truth, Morena,” I pleaded with her, even though at this point it was already too late. She clicked her tongue and turned her chin away from me like the defiant Latina I knew her to be.
“Tell me this then, are you bringing something down my door? Should I be worried?” I asked her, hoping for a grain of honesty, and finally, her eyes met mine.
“I think so,” she barely breathed the words out as she hung her head in defeat.
I grabbed her by the hand and led her out of the kennel. I opened the door to the other kennel across the hall where Zerkos sat on a bed uninterested, while the two blondes performed for his attention. He immediately pushed them off to the floor in a sweep of his arm as he stood to his feet and crossed his arms to question me. There was a single gray dresser in the room, and I opened the top drawer and pulled out a pair of gray sweatpants, and a white t-shirt, and threw them her way.
“A towel?” She asked, and at this point, I knew she was egging him on, and I was not only aware but entirely on board to get a rise out of my brother. He was going to admit to me he wasn’t done letting Cecilia fuck with him whether or not he wanted to. So, I walked out of the kennel without bothering to close it with Zerkos inside, a quick glance at Mateo let me know he was still at it with the Japanese girl. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and once I made it back into the sleeping kennel, Cecilia practically ran to me to grab it and then wrapped herself in it.
“Thanks,” she said looking up through her long-wet eyelashes, as she dried her body and eventually wrapped her hair in the towel. She began to step out of her wet underwear casually like she was just home alone, but before I could even look away Berserk was already swearing under his breath and making his way over to her.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” He was so close to her that she had no choice but to lift her head up to look at him.
“You’re the one who didn’t give me walls, also the cameras,” she pointed to the corner where the surveillance camera hung. “You’re not really conveying the illusion of privacy here, so why should I try to preserve any modesty I may or may not have left? You haven’t even told me how long I’ll be in here.” With the last word, she unhooked her bra from behind and rolled it off her arms in a single movement and then held it out in mid-air before dropping the lacy lingerie. She stood there completely naked an arched eyebrow in challenge, she knew exactly what she was doing to him. I had to adjust myself once again otherwise I would have been showing everyone what she was doing to me too.
I could practically see the steam rolling out of his ears and in that same moment Fletcher came in directing two-foot soldiers carrying the twin size bed Zerkos just asked for.
You could practically feel the room shake as he boomed an excessive, ”out!”
The guys dropped the bed and turned around without question like good little low-level grunts. Ronan was so close to her he was basically pressed against her in what I could only assume was an attempt to keep the others from getting a peek at her. I glanced at Mateo, and he was all but drooling, jaw slack with his eyes on Cecilia while almost damn near waterboarding the fake blonde.
“You don’t seem to have a problem with the other practically naked women,” she pointed out, but he didn’t even acknowledge her comment.
I grabbed a hoodie out of the bottom drawer and handed it to her, “Here Chica,” I said, never in my life working so damn hard to maintain eye contact and not let my gaze drift. She turned the corner of her lip up into a half smile for me and slipped the hoodie over her head before reaching around Ronan to grab the sweatpants off the bed, before putting them on.
The screeching of the bed that was left halfway through the door made me wince as Ronan tugged it fully into the room with one pull of his arm. As he turned his back to leave, she said, “Maybe next time do the torturing yourself, cobarde.” She spat at him, soundinglike the fiery Latina, I remembered her to be. I had to push myself out of the doorway to keep Zerkos from coming back in, and I moved him away with my hand while I closed the gate, letting the automatic lock mechanism turn.
Once again, we were shuffling through the hallways as we made our way back to the elevator in silence again.
Fletcher was waiting for us, but Ronan didn’t acknowledge him, so I just shrugged my shoulders, and he knew well enough not to come in with us. Once the doors closed, he shoved me back into the elevator wall, “Are you fucking with me?” He eyes me down through flared nostrils.
“She had enough for now man, you said it yourself, she already signed. She’s ours,” I interrupted myself before he lost his shit completely, “Yours. Whatever. She doesn’t need to go through the same shit as the others.” I said to him, “You need to get a hold of yourself brother.” I softened my tone as I clapped his shoulder, “She’s been here less than three hours and you’re completely unraveling. Don’t let the men see you like this.” The elevator opened and I walked back into our penthouse leaving my brother in the elevator to ruminate.