Part 6:

And come for me he has, and in style too. That first morning after I've gone back to him, I wake up to find him staring down at me. He's playing with my hair. Freaky…
"Morning."
"Hey kid. How you doing?"
"Better. This is a welcome change."
"The life of a self-effacing woman didn't suit you?"
"Huh… NO!"
"Well, we got you out."
"Yeah, I noticed. Why the fuck is Darren still alive?"
"Because I didn't want to cheat you out of killing him."
"Oh, how sweet of you."
"Yeah. And you know what? You scare him more than I do."
"With reason. Fuckin' twit. He still skimming?"
"He stopped when I told him you'd take a scrap of skin off for every dollar he took."
"That's good," I laugh.
"I thought so."
God, I missed that man's body and the way he looks at me, like I'm a starving man's first dessert… it's just nice, you know? A bit too nice, if you ask me. If he mentions either of the 'L' words, I am out of there so fast, his head will spin. I've seen the stupid shit people in love do and can I say gross? Kissing in public? Holding hands? God… shoot me in the head and call me a dork, which by the way is a whale's penis, or so these two dumb chicks at my old job said.
"We going back to Vegas?" I ask him.
"You want to?"
"I have a choice?"
"Always."
"You telling me that we'll go wherever I want us to go?"
"Why not? I don't have any ties anywhere."
"Except in the desert."
"That's different."
"How about the coast? Atlantic City?"
"A few people owe me back there. It could work."
"You're serious?"
"Yeah. Aren't you?"
"Sure! And we dump Darren."
"Babe…"
"What?"
"I can't do that."
"Why the hell not?"
"He's my brother."
"Fuck that! You're his brother, you give him a job, a roof over his head, power and the only thing he can do is rob you blind! I don't deal with this family shit Baron! He's an employee that can't be fucking trusted. If it were anyone else, you'd fire their ass, why not him? And don't tell me some sob story about how you love him and all that shit."
"Babe, think about it… if this is what he does to us now, what will he do to us if we get rid of him?"
"Fuck it Baron… that doesn't mean shit."
"Listen, I've given you a lot, right?"
"What are you getting at?"
"Darren's scared shitless of you. As of now, he's yours, your bitch."
"He's the bitch's bitch?"
"I like that. He's your bitch."
"And I'm your bitch…"
"Yeah, but you love being my bitch… I have a feeling he's going to hate being yours."
"If he doesn't, you'll know I lost my touch…"
"Now, come here. Baron missed his bitch."
You know, in sleep, people are defenseless. Truly defenseless. Take the little whore who almost attacked me last night. She's in Darren's bed, buck naked, bed sheets on the floor next to her and she has no clue there's a knife an eighth of an inch above her eyeball. I reach over with my free hand and pinch Darren's nose. He sputters and tried shoving my hand away until he sees the knife.
"Watch it," I tell him, "one sudden move and Igor's whore goes half blind. And you and I both know he'll blame you, not me."
"You fucking psycho bitch!"
"Plying me with compliments will get you nowhere Darren. Tell her to wake up."
"I don't know her name."
"Fine. But I can guarantee you she won't like my way of waking her up. And you might not either. Still get queasy at the sight of blood babe?"
"Wake up," Darren hisses, lightly slapping her shoulder. "God damn it, wake up!"
"Get off me Darren!" she mutters. "You can't… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
"Shut up," I tell her. "I might want to play with your eyeball just for the heck of it!"
"Get off her!"
"No Darren, I don't think so. See, I got myself a new bitch and she's you."
"Excuse me?"
"That's right, excuse you! You're my bitch now Darren. Your ass belongs to me."
"What?!!!"
"That's right pretty baby. I own you now. And I'll be watching your every move."
"Baron is so going to have your ass for this!"
"I already have her ass," Baron tells Darren from the bedroom door.
"Bitch, let the twit go."
Remember what I said about women being bitches to each other? This one takes the cake. After last night and this morning, she has the guts to go up to Baron, naked and rub up against him. I raise an eyebrow at him, waiting for his move. I'm not disappointed.
"Get off me slut! This is business. Get your ass to the kitchen, we'll be wanting breakfast."
With a chuckle, I turn back to Darren who's trying to sneak his pale ass out of bed. Little fuck. I pull him back on the bed and straddle him, rubbing my crotch against his and planting the knife next to his head, piercing the pillow next to his eye.
"Pay attention bitch," I tell him, "as of now, you gotta urinate? You ask me. You need to defecate, ask me. You need to scratch your left ball, ask me. You no longer get a salary. Just a hotel room and clothes we give you. Your bank accounts have been repossessed. You own nothing. Not even your body. You try getting yourself a bank account, we'll sic cops on you about all the skimming you've been doing. We've kept records. You try fucking us over and I'll remind you of one thing: whoever you talk to fears Baron and me more. Now, what are you?"
"…"
"What are you?" I repeat, running the tip of my knife down his chest.
"…"
"I suggest you answer Darren," Baron said, sitting next to him. "Because she can do whatever she wants to you, short of killing you and I'll be just fine with it."
"Now…"
"I'm your bitch."
"You might be a little slow but you'll get it," I said, getting up, watching his dick, foaming with precum and hard. "That for me?"
"…"
"Shucks bitch," Baron laughs, "I think your bitch likes you… really, really likes you."

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