SINdicate: A BT Urruela FanFiction Novel: Cerberus MC Book 1.5 (13 page)

He winks at me. “When you’re clear of your debt,” he says and in my mind, it translates to ‘never you stupid fucker.’

Vito hits the button for the top floor, and I inwardly groan about the stupid shit that may go on up here as we ride all the way up. I just want to find Aviana and get my ass out of the city. Just thinking of grabbing her and running makes my skin crawl. There is so much other shit going on with these guys, it’s hard for me to turn a blind eye to it.

I’m not a fool; I know this shit goes on all over the world, but her safety is my number one priority. If she’s safe, then I can live with the guilt of leaving behind all the other injustices going on in this city. I am but one man, I remind myself.

The elevator opens with a muffled ding, and we’re standing in a small vestibule with nothing but a huge steel door in front of us. Vito puts the first key card back in his pocket and pulls out a red one stamped with The Golden Dragon’s emblem on the front. He slides it into the slot and the locking mechanism whirls. The door makes a double beeping sound and opens.

Vito pauses before I can cross the threshold and I almost walk into his back.

“This pussy isn’t free,” he begins to explain while walking forward again. “If you fuck one of these girls, it comes out of what you earned tonight.”

Fat chance of having to worry about that fucker. We step into the room and wait for the door to close behind us. I look back at it and realize without a key card like the one Vito is shoving back into his wallet, there’s no way out.

I let my eyes scan the room and can tell instantly that they’ve just converted the hotel hallway into sort of a living room area. There are rooms to the left and right down long hallways.

I see a flash of blonde and turn to look in the direction of the movement and my eyes land on the beautiful face of Aviana. Her eyes widen, and I shake my head slightly, hoping she understands not to give anything away.

“I want that one,” I say pointing directly at her.

Aviana

I guess as far as being a captive goes, this place isn’t so bad. There’s food, the beds are somewhat comfortable, and although there are no premium channels, we at least have basic cable. Who am I kidding? This is better than how I was living back in Tampa. My apartment was in a horrible part of town, and basic cable was a dream rather than a reality there.

Darby and I are sitting on the couch making our way through a Kardashian marathon when I hear the double beep of the front door. Darby perks up, but I watch as her face falls when Vito steps through the door.

“This pussy isn’t free. If you fuck one of these girls, it comes out of what you earned tonight,” he explains to someone standing behind him.

My blood runs cold when the knowledge that a ‘new guy’ is coming in. I pray Vito has issued the warning I’m certain has been given to the other guys. That’s the only reason why they’ve stayed away from me and don’t bother me too much. Every once in a while one of the guys will make comments or try to ‘persuade’ me to take them back to my room, but they back off when I tell them no.

My eyes almost bug out of my head when I see no other than BT-fucking-Urruela walk through the door. I’m saddened immediately upon seeing him when Vito’s words and his face makes me realize that this man is much like my father. Even worse, if he’s working for the SINdicate. I’m not going to pretend I know BT even a little bit, but I never expected this.

Just before I say something I see him make eye contact with me. A quick shake of his head tells me to keep my mouth shut, and I’m hoping the way I’ve perceived the situation is not what it actually is.

“I want that one,” he says to Vito pointing directly at me.

Vito smiles but shakes his head when he realizes who BT just pointed at. “She’s off-limits, Cock.”

I see relief flash across his face. Hopefully he doesn’t think I’ve been here for a week plus having sex with the male members of the SINdicate.

“What do you mean I can’t have her?” BT questions him. “You said an array of pussy guaranteed to be a sure thing.”

“She’s not active just yet,” Frankie says as he grabs a brunette by the hand and they disappear down the hallway.

I stand from the couch. “I’ll do it,” I tell Vito. He raises an eyebrow at me, clearly shocked by my acceptance of the situation. I give him a casual shrug of my shoulder. “I have to start paying it back at some point, right?”

A huge smile splits Vito’s face as he slaps BT on his back. “Looks like you get the maiden SINdicate voyage on sweet Avi.”

I watch as BT sneers at Vito, but he masks it quickly. I watch as Vito angles his head at Darby. She pops off the couch like she’s won a trip to Disneyland and saunters up to him. He jerks her arm apparently not feeling the excitement she’s displaying.

I watch as they walk away. “Have fun, Cock,” Vito says over his shoulder. “You only got an hour or so.” They disappear behind Darby’s closing door.

I reach out and take his hand, pulling him to my room.

I close us into my room and before he can open his mouth to explain just what the fuck he’s doing here, I jump in his arms. I’m crying and sobbing against his chest as he holds me tight. His calming arms around me and his whispered voice soothes me immediately.

“Fuck,” he whispers with his lips against my forehead. “I was afraid I’d never see you again.”

Long minutes go by before I’m able to speak, and he’s patient with me. Not once does he grill me about what’s going on or judge me.

“What are you doing here?” I ask my voice still cracking from my sobs.

He tilts my head back and looks in my eyes. “I’m here for you, Aviana.” He releases his hold on me and takes my hand. “Come on,” he says tugging me to the door.

“Wait,” I say and plant my feet.

“Wait?” He asks, clearly confused. “I need to get you out of here. Security is limited right now.”

“Do you have one of the cards?” I ask, hopeful. He shakes his head, and I frown. “We can’t get out of here without one.”

“I’ll go snap Vito’s neck if I have to and use his,” he says as if killing someone to rescue me is as simple as picking which jeans you want to wear for the day.

“What about the other girls?” I ask. Darby is in the room with Vito, and she may have wanted to leave yesterday when she thought Vito was done with her, but that may have changed now that he’s back in there with her now.

“We can grab them when we leave,” he says placing his hand on the doorknob again.

“You don’t understand, BT. They take girls from here and put them in a place they call The Cat House. They make those women into prostitutes, forcing them to sell themselves on the street.” I explain.

“Fuck,” he mutters and rubs his hand over his hairless face. I almost didn’t recognize him when I first saw him. It was the magnificent brown eyes I’ve been dreaming about that looked back at me and I knew him instantly.

I pull him by the hand and sit down on the bed, smiling lightly as he sits beside me.

“How are you even here?” I ask.

He clears his throat before he begins to speak. “You were gone for days. No class. No answer to the dozens of text messages. I was losing my shit. I figured out where you lived.” He looks off into the distance for a brief second. “Your dad was in your apartment.”

“My dad?” I interrupt.

He nods. “He’s… he’s not well at all.”

“He’s a junkie,” I tell him. “Has been for years. I don’t ever talk to him. He only calls when he thinks I have money to spare. You saw my apartment,” I say with shame. “You know I don’t have extra money lying around.”

“He was there, strung out. I didn’t hurt him, but I was forceful enough that he gave me enough info to let me know you were taken by the SINdicate, and they were in Vegas.”

“And how did you get to where Vito is bringing you here to get laid?” I know he can hear the bitterness in my voice.

“Jealous?” he asks sweeping a finger down my cheek.

“No,” I answer, which is a lie. I am jealous, and it’s a new feeling for me. Men usually don’t get this type of reaction out of me. I’m usually the one pushing them away.

“Liar,” he says softly and kisses my forehead. “I didn’t get into any of this to get laid, Aviana. I told you we needed to wait in Tampa. Why would I jump at some used up women in a fucking brothel?”

His question is serious. There’s no bitterness or anger in his tone. “Please answer the question,” I say trying not to lose focus on the current situation, but the more he touches me and the softer his voice gets, the harder it is to focus on what we really need to be discussing.

“I went to their casino and pretended to be drunk and down on my luck. Your dad told me they sought him out, that he didn’t go to them looking to borrow money. They did the same with me. Took me down an elevator and had me sign a contract and threw twenty grand in my face.” He laughs lightly. “I blew that money before I walked out that night. I knew they were watching me. I baited them, hoping for an in. I didn’t know exactly how that was going to happen, but they crashed into my motel room after I begged for more time to pay them back, and took me. Their big boss offered me a job as sort of a recovery agent.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “I’ve pretty much become a goon for the SINdicate. I go out and take money off of guys who owe them. The whole organization is pretty fucked up. Loads more going on than I initially realized.”

“What do we do now?” I whisper.

“I hate to even ask this of you,” he shakes his head. “First, tell me what it’s like here. You seem healthy. Are they hurting you? Making you do things…”

I place my hand over his mouth and shake my head no. “I have ten days before the extension they gave my dad is up. The guys that come in look at me and ask if I want to do things with them, but they leave me alone when I tell them no.

He nods but swallows roughly.

I continue, “Vito has offered me a contract to stay here and work off my dad’s debt.”

He stands from where he was sitting on the bed. “Over my dead, goddamned body,” he roars.

BT

“You didn’t let me finish,” she stammers.

I can’t help the clinching of my fists at my sides. If they think she’s going to stay here and be forced to fuck guys to pay off her dad’s fuck-up, I couldn’t care less about the other women. She’s my number one concern at the moment.

“I told him I’d never do that,” she finishes.

“But you just walked in here with me. They’re going to think you’re free game from now on. Aviana, I can’t walk out of here knowing they’re going to hurt you like that.”

She shakes her head back and forth. “That’s not how it works. The women here are under contract to service,” she crinkles her nose, “the men. If they don’t want to, the men choose another woman. I’ve never seen one of the girls say no and get forcefully taken anyways.”

Her information calms my frazzled nerves to a degree but not completely. I stop the pacing across the room I didn’t even realize I was doing and sit beside her on the bed again.

“What do you suggest I do?”

“Leave me here and figure out where they are taking the other women.” Deadpan. Matter of fact. Leaving no room for question. I shake my head
no
almost violently.

“I can’t do that,” I tell her. “When I leave this evening, you’re coming with me.”

“We have to save the other girls, BT.” I squeeze my eyes shut. As much as I hate the idea, I know she’s right. We can’t just scoop her up and take off. The SINdicate would just track her down again. The only way either one of us can be safe is to take down the whole organization.

I have no fucking clue how to do that, but by the look in her eye, she won’t take anything less than our best effort.

“You are so fucking resilient. I’m in awe of you,” I say softly placing my hand on her cheek and kissing her forehead again.

The woman before me is willing to stay in this place, relinquishing her freedom for as long as it takes to rescue other women she doesn’t even know.

She reaches up and places her small hand over mine and another against my chest.

“Aviana,” I whisper and tug her face to mine as she looks into my eyes. They flutter closed just before my lips meet hers.

Kissing the woman I never thought I’d lay eyes on again is the most surreal moment of my life. This moment, not swearing into the Army at MEPS, not boarding the plane at eighteen to head to basic, not lying in the sand after the explosion not knowing whether I would live or die. This moment.

The fight against her safety versus the chance to rescue others rages in my head, competing with the blissful feeling of her mouth on mine. I do my best to drown out the part of my brain that’s telling me to grab her and run. Realistically, I know I have to destroy this organization before she’ll ever be completely safe, but walking out of here and leaving her behind will be the hardest thing I’ll ever have to do, and that’s saying a lot because I’ve had to make some really fucking hard decisions after the explosion in the desert.

The sweep of her warm tongue over mine coaxes me to let the other problems rumble quietly in my head and put the majority of my focus on her. I release her face and wrap my arms around her waist. Tugging her closer to me, I never pull my lips from hers. She reaches up and fists my hair in both of her hands, the sensation on my scalp arrows desire straight to my cock fighting the zipper on my jeans.