Lahat ng Kabanata ng Hotter Than Hell: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Once more I'm jerked up by my hair, this time adding pressure beneath my elbow until I'm standing. My teeth chatter, which I'm guessing is because I've gone into shock. I'm brought out of it quickly when Kennedy cruelly twists one of my nipples.This isn't happening. I think of Moon. His voice. His smile. His laugh. I ignore what Kennedy is doing as he twists the other one. He doesn't take it any further than that. He thankfully wraps a towel around me and dries me off with quick proficiency. There's a knock at the door and a set of yellow scrubs are thrust into Kennedy's hand when he opens it."I'll cut the tape from your arms and legs. If you fight, you can go out there naked. Do you understand?"I lower my head and play the subdued little girl. "Yes," I mumble as I seethe.He cuts the tape from my ankles first. It's really hard not to kick him in the face while he's down and pulling off the tape. I bide my time swearing to kill him if given the opportunity. He stands, turns me aroun

We're driving up to a mountain cabin that Moon purchased near Flagstaff. It's our getaway, and we both need a break for a few days. Gomez isn't with us and I get to play Moon's bodyguard. Gomez doesn't like that much, but we don't care. He's left in charge of the main house.I'm now a working member of Moon's organization. The lines I've crossed can never be undone. I've accepted that. I have never regretted killing Kennedy. Bodies have a way of disappearing in Arizona. His is only one of many, including Estephon's.Philip was buried in Mexico in the village where Maria, Moon's mother, grew up. A Catholic priest presided. Al burned in an airplane accident, and his body was buried at a private funeral that I wasn't invited to. I have no idea how Moon pulled off a plane crash with the pilot and Al dead. I never asked. Maybe he has someone on the payroll inside the NTSB. Like the identity of undercover cops-it's need to know and I'm good with that.I'm no longer an active PI. Terry calls

I shake the sweat from my face and try to dislodge the pictures coursing through my mind. I woke up this morning with them clicking one after the other. Hours later, I'm giving my penance full reign. With each strike of my fist, the next picture generates like an old slideshow.My mother peering at me in chastisement. Moon's father shaking his head when I told him I would make my own way. Another strike of my fist and another grunt from my victim. Moon's mother smiling at me in tenderness and then screaming as she was raped and murdered. My sister crying when I sent her away. Madison's face when she put three bullets into a piece of scum and became one of us.My next jab is well-calculated and his ribs give way. I receive a scream this time, and it conjures the perfect image of my father's head delivered in a box. Not just the image, though. Oh no-the smell, the flesh dripping from his skull, and the liquid evidence of what remained of the man who raised me. That image is the worst.Th

I'm a nervous wreck and my palms are sweaty. That should go over quite well with a client. Not! Madison Moon, or Mak, as she prefers to be called, saw through my bravado. I left the interview at Elegant Escorts with little hope that I'd land the job. It shows how far my life has sunk into a steaming pile of manure that I cried when she called and asked me when I could start. I need this job desperately, and now I'm on my way to my first experience as a paid whore.I'm dressed in a conservative business suit with a black pencil skirt that goes to my knees. The cut of the jacket is tailored to my shape; it's the same one I wore to the job interview a few days ago. It's also the only suit I own. I got lucky at a local thrift store and bought it for twenty bucks. It's short sleeved, the necessary choice for an Arizona summer. The white silk blouse beneath is buttoned to my throat and not the greatest for the heat. I was told to wear office business attire so I wouldn't attract attention in

All the air in my lungs expels when she exits the bathroom. I noticed her curves beneath the tight suit. Not this Goddess, though. Her breasts are full but don't have the swollen, oversized look of fake ones that most of the escorts buy. Her skin is slightly tanned without tan lines. And fuck me but her nipples are the most delectable pink I've ever seen. They almost match the panties she hasn't removed.She stands frozen like prey, watching me as my eyes slowly skim her body. Her hands remain at her sides, but I can see the telltale signs of her nervousness because she has them fisted so tight her knuckles are blue. I walk forward and she stands her ground. She's about six inches shorter than I am, and I usually like my women shorter than that. I'll be damned if I complain. I lift my hand and glide the back of my fingers down her cheek. At contact, she jumps but doesn't shy away. Her terrified eyes stay glued to mine-the fear in them palpable."Relax," I whisper. Her body remains tens