Chapter One
Gerard Caswell
What started out as a normal day turned out to be anything but. My family provides financial backing for the entertainment industry amongst other things. Normally, my younger brother, Grayson, handles this side of the business, but he didn’t show up for work that morning and I needed to know what was going on in Vegas. I was checking on the investment we made in the Porn Queen, Inc’s latest film, Pussy So Good, when I saw her. She was completely out of place. Reading a book in a room full of adult toys. I want her to be mine, but something told me she wasn’t ready for me just yet.
Every day for the rest of the week, I went back to the set just to reassure myself she was real. Her long blonde hair is down and the oversized sweater she has on today looks comfortable. She is sitting in a director’s chair, so prim and proper with all the depraved things going on around her, never even looking up until suddenly she did. Our eyes meet and I find myself walking towards her unbidden. She calls to my inner caveman in a way no woman ever has before.
“What’s your name, gorgeous?” I ask.
“Underage,” she says going back to her book. I can’t help smiling at her sass. My smile fades as fast as it comes, she has obviously been asked this before. I find that I don’t like that one fucking bit.
Boldly, I grab her chin in between my thumb and index finger, forcing her to look at me again. I have no business touching a girl who clearly told me she was underage but ask me if I care. I’m already wearing the striped jumpsuit in my head. There is nothing I won’t be doing to this little girl the fucking second; she gives me the go-ahead. Those green eyes are piercing. They have haunted my dreams for the last week.
“That isn’t what I asked,” I say. I watch her swallow thickly. Her delicate throat works in
a way that makes my balls ache.
“CeCe,” she whispers, too soft for me to hear clearly.
“What was that?” I demand.
“CeCe. My name is CeCe,” she says louder.
“What’s that short for?” I ask, still holding her chin between my fingers.
“Cecilia Preston,” she says rolling her eyes. “Who are you? You do know you are still touching me, right?”
“I am Gerard Caswell, and yes, I am quite aware that I am touching you,” I say in a gravelly voice that I don’t recognize.
“I’ve heard your name before. You must be famous,” she says. Not exactly, just rich as fuck.
“Cecilia Preston, you are going to be mine,” I say.
She laughs at me. “You’ve got to be joking, Gerard Caswell. I’ll never belong to any man. I am out of here as soon as I can be free of my mother,” she says, jerking her head out of my hands.
“Your mother?” I asked.
“Yep. My mother is Pussy Dior,” she says, blushing.
“Your mother is the Porn Queen?” I ask, wondering how someone so ethereal could come from that used up hack.
“Yes, I really shouldn’t be talking to her co-stars,” she says, unable to keep the anger out of her voice. I wonder if she is angry because she actually thinks I would fuck her mother or that I’d fuck anyone who wasn’t her. She doesn’t need to worry though. I didn’t get where I am in life by sticking my dick in random women.
“Oh, Cecilia. You shouldn’t be here. Neither one of us should be.”
“I know that, but what choice do I have?” she says going back to her book, dismissing me.
As I prepare to leave the set for the day, I hear her mother talking quietly with some suited thugs. In Vegas, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that these guys are connected to the mob.
“Just take her. She should more than cover my debt to Gino,” Pussy Dior, real name Jessica Preston, says.
What in the actual fuck? Her words do nothing but enrage me.
“Gino wants your word that she will be amenable to his tastes,” Suited thug number one says.
“How the fuck should I know? I am her mother, not her pimp.”
“He’s not going to like it, but he will take her,” number two chimes in.
“CeCe is a sweet girl. She’ll learn her place quickly though.”
“She better, if she wants to live. Gino will be in contact when he’s settled the debt.”
Oh hell no. There’s only one Gino in this town who has this kind of power. Gino Galasso is a strip club owner whose tastes are well known. Allegedly, if he doesn’t like a woman’s cunt, he kills them and feeds their body to his pigs. This is just speculation, but he is a person of interest in several young girl’s disappearances.