I'm Nothing (The Family Book 2)(12)
“When you own a casino, and pretty much every nightclub around, you can find ways of getting fucked up.”
“Let’s go and get fucked up. This is what I want.” She put the bottle down. “I’m ready.”
“Are you sure? You don’t want to change into something pretty?”
Glancing down at her jeans and shirt, she shook her head. “I don’t have anything pretty. This is it, buddy!”
“Fine, fine.” Tonio turned toward his friends. “You guys can see yourselves out, right?”
She didn’t hear what was said as Tonio grabbed her hand, leading her down toward the car. Zara was excited. She was finally going to get to go out and party.
“I can’t wait, this is amazing.”
“How much have you had to drink?” he asked.
“Not enough. Don’t start whining. You’ll kill my buzz, and I love my buzz.” They entered the elevator, and she giggled. “Do you know, I love it in movies where the guy presses her up against the wall.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah. It’s so fucking hot, and he’s kissing her like he can’t stand to not kiss her. It’s so hot, and I looove it.” She kept on giggling. The scotch had really worked wonders on her body and her mind. “Have you ever been kissed in an elevator?”
“Nope, and I don’t intend to start now.” He pointed toward a corner. “Someone is always watching. Always.”
Zara gave the camera a wave. “Hello, Mr. Security.”
Tonio laughed this time.
The elevator opened, and the chance of snogging was lost. Snogging? Wasn’t that what the British called it? Her own thoughts were starting to entertain her.
Tonio opened the car door for her.
“Thank you, sir,” she said.
Climbing into the passenger seat, she rested her head back, waiting. Tonio climbed in, and they were off, out of the parking lot, into the shiny world.
“Your mom is pretty upset.”
“I don’t care, Tonio. Keep whatever you know to yourself. I’m more than happy to remain in the dark. Nothing good will come of knowing what was going on in her head during the whole of that time.”
“You don’t think you’re being a little unfair?”
“Being the good daughter has taken priority over most of my life. Good grades, no boys, nothing. It sucks. I’ve not been to any parties, and I’ve already said all of this. No, it’s not fair, but you know what, I don’t care. Mom and Dad got me into this mess, and for once, they can just pretend I don’t exist. I want to have fun!” She slammed her hands on the car seat. “Is that too much to ask?”
“No, it’s not.”
“Did you go to parties?” she asked.
“Yes. I’ve gone to parties.”
“Have you fucked a lot of girls?”
“Yes, I have.”
“Do you really think I’m pretty?” she asked.
“You’re just full of questions.”
She shrugged. “You’ve got to be full of something, and today, I feel like having fun, but you keep asking questions. I’d like to have a lot of fun rather than just talk about it.”
“We’re going. We’re heading toward fun.”
“Goody.” She rubbed her hands together. In the back of her mind she knew this wasn’t going to help her. Once she had her fun everything was going to be the same. Nothing had changed. In fact, her life seemed to have gotten a whole lot worse, but for once, all she wanted to do was to forget everything else.
They parked in another underground parking.
“Where are we?” Zara asked.
“You wanted to have fun. To have fun at eleven in the morning, you’ve got to find the right places. Lucky for you, I know them.” He parked his car, and climbed out.
Zara did the same, rounding the car with him. She heard the heavy beat of the music, and they were once again in an elevator.
“What you are about to see must be kept a secret, do you understand?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Good.”
“What am I going to see?”
“Hopefully, something crazy that is going to make you run. You don’t strike me as the bad girl.”
She giggled. “It looks like today is going to be about proving you wrong.”
“We shall see.”
The elevator doors opened up, and Tonio pulled her inside. The music was loud, thumping off the walls. The dance-floor was full of people thrusting to the music. Some were naked while others were still fully clothed. The utter abandonment called to her. Glancing around the party scene, she saw the white glow of drugs on the table.
“Well, what do you think?”
“What is this place?”
“It’s a private VIP place that allows anyone who can afford it to come and get fucked.”
There were people fucking in the corner.
“Wow,” she said.
“Let’s get you that drink.”
She followed him toward the bar, where he ordered her a drink.
“You’re not having one?”
“I’ve got to drive.”
Zara blew a raspberry. “Come on, have a drink. If we’re going to get fucked up, I’m sure we can find a room.”
“Can you even afford a room?”
She laughed. “Ha, I can’t afford to rent, let alone a room.”
The bartender handed her a pink looking cocktail.
“It’s strong,” Tonio said, warning her.
She knocked the cocktail back and almost threw up. “You mixed orange and tomato juice?”
Tonio chuckled. “Get her the real thing.”
“Why would you do that?” she asked.
“It was just a bit of fun.”
Grabbing the bartender’s attention, she ordered Tonio a drink. “I don’t want you to not have fun.”
“Seriously, I’ve got to drive.”
“You own this place.” She stepped up close to him. “Have a little fun. We may even get you laid.” The bartender put a cocktail down for her and a scotch for Tonio. “Come on, Tonio. One day of going crazy, and I promise I won’t bug you anymore.”
“You’re going to be living with me.”
“I won’t ask again.” She pressed her hand together, begging. “Please, pretty please.”
“Fine. One entire day, and that is it.”
She clapped her hands. “Yay.”
Chapter Six
Tonio was fucked.
Well and truly fucked.
Zara knocked back her cocktail as if she was a pro.
Tonio: Don, I won’t be coming back today.
Donnie: Stay safe. Enemies are all around.
Pocketing his cell phone, he took a swig of his scotch, and then made sure the bartender knew to give him soda afterward. This wasn’t about him getting fucked up. This was about her having a good time. He could get fucked up in the security of his own home, nursing a bottle of scotch, and holding his gun.
“This is so much fun,” Zara said, turning toward the dance-floor. “I want to go and dance. Are you coming to dance?”
“Yes. Let’s dance.”
He grabbed her hand, tugging her onto the dance-floor. The beat was hard, heavy, and the moment they hit the floor, Zara started swinging her hips. Tonio couldn’t help but watch her. She was totally free in that moment even as her life was fucked beyond reason. Anthony Martinez and Lucien West had a business outside of the family fold, something Donnie didn’t have a clue about.
Tonio had to wonder if Jake’s father would have known something. The Family was supposed to keep its business close to home. There was not supposed to be any dealings with outsiders. Lucien West was an outsider, a bookie who dealt with gambling and loan sharking. He was worse than a soldier in their world. The deal The Family usually made was a percentage of all earnings given to The Family. It was a tax of sorts to allow them to work within their territory.
What Lucien was doing was more than paying his taxes. He was bargaining with the devil, and now there was a select group of people prepared to take over. They couldn’t let that happen. It would risk their lives if it did happen, and he wouldn’t let it.
The music changed just like it always did, and suddenly it was slow, sensual. It wasn’t the kind of music in a disco. This was for grownups.
He saw a guy intending to grab Zara, and Tonio pulled her close, placing a hand at the base of her back.
“This is kind of sexy.”
“Yes, it is.”
“I like your hands on me.”
He moved her hands so they were on her shoulders, and he started to dance, sliding a leg between hers. Her pussy pressed against his leg, and he wondered if she was wet. The fabric of their clothes separated them, making him yearn for her.
It had been a long time since he’d had sex.
To him, Zara was a beautiful woman.
She was also pure, and he didn’t want to deflower another virgin.
This would be willingly.
His father was fucked up, and he’s made a deal to make real life porno movies with his teenage son. At night, his father would take him down to the basement where the camera was set up. Whatever was going to make the most money depended on what he had to do. Some nights, he fucked random women and girls. On other nights, he beat the shit out of guys.
He didn’t want to even think about the times that his father made him mix it up. Snuff movies was what they were called. Those were the worst kind. Actually, everything he did in the basement was the worst kind. He hated it, and hoped he’d never have to do it again.