Lying back in the blankets, I wanted to look away but I couldn't. Reaching down into my boxer shorts, I took hold of my cock, squeezing it roughly as Isabel turned towards the shower head, her peachy round ass facing me, making want to smack it all the more. She'd squeal with delight and then beg for my cock. They all begged for my cock when I got them home but she wasn't like them, she wasn't like anyone I'd fucked before. I wouldn't have been surprised to find out she was still a virgin.
My hand began to move faster up and down my cock as she rinsed the soapy bubbles from her skin. I thought she was done but then her hands went between her legs again. I stared with my eyes wide open as she began to play with herself. Her hands ran to her nipples, tugging and tweaking them, groping her breasts before one hand returned to her pussy.
I jerked my cock harder as her mouth fell open. From the angle of her hand, I could tell she had one finger inside herself and then she was out, back at her clit, moving ever faster, leaning on the wall for support as she brought herself to orgasm. When her climax hit her, I came at the same moment, my cum spurting out as I pictured grinding into her as she came, her body shaking in the way it did in the shower but with me holding her in place, not letting her go until I was done with her.
She remained under the water for some time afterwards but, when she finally turned my way, I realised she was going to see me so I shut my eyes, lying back and pretending to be asleep.
I heard the water slow to a stop and a minute later there was a creak of her mattress and I risked opening my eyes, seeing her sitting with a towel wrapped round her body. She was naked under that towel. I could tear it from her, I wanted to so badly but I knew what Tony would do. I had to resist.
"Feel better?" I asked, making her jump as she realised I was still awake.
"Much," she replied. "Mind if I dry my hair?"
"Go for it."
I watched her do it until her towel came loose, forcing me to look away to keep control of myself. I didn't look back at her until she was tucked up in bed. "Night," she said, yawning loudly.
I stretched up to the wall to turn the light out but she stopped me. "No!" she said so loudly I wondered what the hell was wrong.
"What? What is it?"
"Would you mind keeping the light on?"
"Why? Don't trust me?"
"I'm afraid of the dark." She said it really quietly, as if she was afraid to admit it.
"Sure," I said, settling back down and closing my eyes. My cock was throbbing so hard it was painful but I did my best to ignore it. I'd be glad when this job was over. I'd had guns held in my face before, I'd been tied to a chair and had three men kick the shit out of me, I'd been trapped in a burning department store with my hands cuffed together but I'd survived all of those things. They were nothing compared to this. Resisting fucking her was the hardest thing I'd ever had to do.
"Daddy," she whispered a minute later. "Are you still awake?"
I thought about ignoring her but I couldn't do it. "What is it?"
"Thank you."
"What for?"
"Looking after me."
"It's my job."
"And for letting me go see Ben."
"Get some sleep."
"What if he doesn't want to speak to me?"
I sighed. What was I supposed to say? "I'm sure it'll be fine."
"I hope so." She paused for a second, then added, "Night, night, Daddy."
"Good night Isabel."
"You can call me Izzy if you like."
"I thought you didn't like that."
"How did you know that?"
"On the bus, you told that man not to call you Izzy."
"You were listening?"
"Of course I was listening."
"Well, you're not him. You can call me Izzy if you want to."
"Then good night, Izzy."
"Night, night, Daddy."
SIXTEEN
JAKE
I didn't sleep for a long time. I heard her breathing change as she drifted off to sleep, turned towards me on the bed, curled up in a fetal position, her thumb in her mouth. She'd done that when she'd fallen asleep on the bus. Did she know she did it? It made her look even more innocent than ever. An anger grew inside me as I thought about her walking down the aisle next to Kingsley Matteo, spending her life with him.
I remembered when I first met Kingsley, he was only a kid then, kicking one of the guard dogs in the garden when he thought no one was watching. Had his father made him like that or was he born that way?
He was very different to his father, only cruel when he thought people were looking. Tony didn't need people to know he was cruel, he just was.
Should I take her home to a future that would be miserable in so many ways? Or should I defy Tony and risk my life to stop her having to marry someone who would destroy her innocence?
I'd defied Tony only once before and that was when I first met him. I was not much older than Isabel, twenty years old and drunk in a bar. I spent most of my late teens and early twenties drunk. If you'd had a childhood like mine, drunk was the best way of dealing with it.
I was sitting on a bar stool in a dive, a dive that has long since been demolished. Back then it was common knowledge that it was a dodgy bar. I didn't know that. All I knew was that I was walking the streets and I had a fiver left in my pocket which was enough for one more drink, maybe two if I was lucky. It was a bitterly cold night and it looked warm in there.
I sat on the stool and ignored those around me, they could stare at the stinking tramp all they liked. They had homes to go to. They had lives. Fuck ‘em was my position at the time. Pretty much the same as my position now.
The first I knew about Tony Matteo was when a man tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up to find a gorilla in a suit looking back down at me. "Move," he said, his voice gravel deep.
"Go to hell," I snapped, shoving his hand off my shoulder.
He grabbed me again. "That's my boss's seat. You better not be in it when he walks in."
Fuck off," I hissed, picking up my drink and draining it. "Hit me again," I said to the barman.
"Listen bud," the gorilla said, shoving me off the seat. "You got one chance to walk out of here with your legs working."
I almost fell but managed to stop myself, turning to face him as two mirror image gorillas appeared next to him. The three of them stood in line and I almost laughed, they looked so identical.
"Are you triplets?" I asked, taking a step back towards the stool.
The nearest goon reached out towards me but I'd had enough of his shit. I grabbed his hand as it turned into a fist, twisting it in my arm, bringing him towards me. Catching him off balance made it easier to spin round, bringing him with me. As we moved, I reached up to his shoulders, shoving down hard so he smacked his head into the bar, his skull bouncing off it with a satisfying crack. That was his nose broken then.
The other two were on me a second later as the first was still slumping downwards. They were strong but they weren't strong enough. I let them think they'd got me, sliding down between them as if I was passing out. Their grip loosened just enough for me to get on my knees. I punched the first in the balls and then lashed out at the ankle of the second with my other hand a moment later. As ball pain folded, I got an uppercut on his chin whilst getting to my feet, sending him crashing into the table behind him. The second was on his back already and before he could get up, I slammed my heel into his stomach, sending a wheezing gasp of air out of his lungs as his eyes bulged in pain.
Nose break was moaning behind me so I lashed backwards with my foot, hoping he wasn't too far back. I connected with some part of him that was soft, a part that made him cry out in that weird way tough men do when they're in pain and then I turned to find him back on the floor.
"Another drink," I said to the barman, sitting back on the stool, sliding my glass across to him, ignoring the groans of the three men on the floor around me.
I heard a barking laugh behind me and spun round expecting more trouble. A man in his forties was laughing in the doorway. He wore a suit that was out of place in the surroundings, his hands clapping loudly as he approached me.
"You next?" I asked, clenching my fist ready.
"Keep the seat," he replied, sliding onto the stool next to me. "You earned it. Whatever he wants is on me."
The barman poured me another whisky and I drained it in one. "Thanks," I grunted to the man who was still smiling at me.
"Tony Matteo," he said, holding his hand out towards me before flicking his head away. "Gareth, will you stop moaning and go wait in the car. You've embarrassed me enough this evening."
Nose Break staggered away, still holding his bleeding face. "No one's done that before," Tony added, facing me again. "Where'd you learn to fight like that?"