Zeke's Rule(6)

“You have the cash?” One of the sleazy guys asked.

Zeke didn’t answer right away, just stared at both of them. These fuckers were new, apparently, or they were the dumbest motherfuckers he’d ever come across. No one spoke to him like that, and no one questioned him about money. He might be a dirty and dark sonofabitch, but he made sure he took care of business professionally.

“Let me see my merchandise.” Zeke stared at them harder; he let them see he wasn’t to be fucked around with in just that one look. The guys looked at each other, started shifting on their feet, and it was clear that they finally realized who was in charge.

One of them walked toward the back of the van. The vehicle was parked at an angle, so Zeke could clearly see the side of the van. He opened the double doors, started saying something in a low voice to presumably the women in the back of the vehicle, and then one by one, they started climbing out.

“Line up over here,” one of Zeke’s men said and moved to the side, pointing to the spot where he wanted the girls. The light overhead would let him see each one perfectly and make sure they hadn’t been beaten. The women might be willing, might like dick in all forms, but that didn’t mean a john hadn’t fucked with them when they were too high or too drunk not to know that you didn’t lay a hand on an innocent or unwilling woman.

Zeke looked at each woman, starting from the left and moving down. There were twelve total, all dressed scantily, all looking at him with their lips puckered, their tits pushed out, and their smiles wide. Yeah, they were Pros, working girls that probably had lives they were running from, lives they probably wanted to forget. Was it the most honorable thing to be a large scale pimp? Fuck no, but it made him a shit ton of money, and because of that, he’d keep doing the low down dirty work.#p#分页标题#e#

The girls ranged in weight, height, and ethnicity. They had big tits, small ones, had lush assess, and barely there ones. But men liked women in all shapes and sizes, all skin colors. They didn’t give a fuck as long as her pussy could squeeze their dick off, and she knew what the hell she was doing.

They looked good, clean, but he’d have his back alley doctor check them out real good, make sure they weren’t carrying anything that could get passed to his clientele and give him a bad reputation. He was known for having the cleanest fucking girls around.

He stopped at the last girl in line. Her head was down, her hands behind her back, and he could tell there was something wrong. Not only did she tremble slightly, but when he reached out with a finger under her chin to lift her head, she flinched. He lifted her head anyway, saw her eyes widen, the tears streak down her face, and he saw red when he noticed the way her lip was all fucked up. She was bruised all the way up her cheek; busted and swollen, dried blood dotted her mouth and chin.

He turned her head to the left, and then to the right, taking in the bruising on the other side of her face as well. She whimpered when he gently touched her cheek. She had the bluest eyes he’d ever seen, and they were currently staring at him with tears filling them. He turned her body, saw she had her hands bound, and everything in him tightened. He could see the red, raw marks from where the rope dug into her skin. Clearly, she’d struggled to get out of them.

Looking at her face again, he didn’t do anything but stare at her for several seconds. “What’s your name?”

She looked around, only her eyes moving. She didn’t answer right away, but when he saw her throat work as she swallowed, and he saw her lick her lips, he knew she’d answer.

“Alessandria,” she said on a whisper and winced as she spoke. He knew that had to be painful for her.

“Did they hurt you?” he asked softly, so only she heard. She looked over his shoulder at the men, looked back at Zeke, and finally shook her head.

“Not them. Others did.”

He nodded once, let go of her chin, and turned to face the two motherfuckers. “Why is she beat up?” Zeke asked, keeping his voice neutral.

The guys looked at each other, and finally, the one that had been driving answered. “We picked her up with the other girls. She was already beaten when we got her, but she started struggling.”

“And you didn’t think making sure she was okay to travel was a priority?” Zeke asked, still keeping his cool as he took a step toward them. “You took an unwilling woman that was already hurt and hurt her more?” Zeke was in control, but he was enraged.

“We had to get the job down. She was making a scene.”

Zeke reached in his suit jacket, grabbed his Glock, and without even blinking, put a bullet in each of those pricks skulls, right between their eyes. Blood splattered across the concrete, and he stared at their lifeless bodies on the dirty ground. Taking a deep breath, he tucked his gun back in his suit, turned to face the women, and saw they all had wide eyes, but otherwise didn’t move. They weren’t screaming, weren’t looking like they were afraid he was going to shoot them next.