Page 62 of Beastly Armory
“You loaded?” Max pops a bullet in his chamber before putting his handgun in his holster. Irritation rings underneath his husky voice, shaking me from my inner thoughts. It’s the first words he’s spoken other than “gas” and “let’s go.” I do the same with my weapon, dramatically jerking the slide with a loud clang.
“Yes,” I say with just as much flatness as he mustered. Without looking at me, he lifts his finger toward an alley of the brick building we pulled up to.
“Move.” I pop my jaw at his brusqueness, but head across the street with him, trying to keep up with his long strides.
Owned by a Mr. Gabriel Sosa, the head of some ring of trafficking, the building is supposed to be an underground sex club. Briefly, I wonder if he’s great friends with Strauss… and what trouble that could cause us.
Lecherton is a grimy metropolis filled with corruption much like home. But they have weapons. Lots of weapons. If we broker a good deal with Sosa, we’ll be set. No more of these day trips to seedy joints. No more quests. Max and I can part ways and our men can do the exchanges without us ever having to interact again.
When we arrive at the solid metal door on the side of the building, it doesn’t matter that we have our handguns. Once again, our weapons are confiscated before we can walk down the stairs. At least I have my trusty blade tucked into my boot. After one large security guy pats down Max, I notice he skips his knife tucked in his waistband.
Another city, another sordid boss. This one, however, is lounging on a purple velvet sofa with three women’s heads knelt before his open pants when we’re shown into a playroom. It’s filled with a large bed, several sofas, and black lava lamps. Not too unlike the Crimson Angel, so Max should feel right at home.
Gabriel is attractive. From what I can tell under his black dress shirt, his body is cut, and he doesn’t look terribly old, probably in his late thirties. His dick must be big because the three girls each have a piece in their mouths. Leaning my head to the side, I make out that one has one ball, one has the other, and one has the shaft. It’s economical, the way they have it divided up, and I nod my approval as Max stares at the situation with an unamused expression.
“Come in, come in, baby.” Gabriel motions us inside with just his fingers, each filled with gold and black rings. With the top of his black-haired head, he points to a sofa next to his as he brings a palm up to stroke his goatee, his dark eyes continuing to watch the show between his knees. We sit, Max with his legs wide apart, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his thighs, his eyes never leaving the girls at their work. But instead of lust orlonging on his face, he seems disgusted. I drop to the seat beside him, feeling Gabriel’s gaze scan my chest, my waist, my hips, my thighs. As my eyes meet his, his long, black lashes flutter at me longingly while petting two of the women’s heads as if they are dogs.
“You want?” Gabriel asks with a glance at Max. He pulls one girl off his sack, snatching her head by the hair and holding it back so Max can get a look at her gaping mouth. Like she’s property. Max shakes his head, a slight frown meeting the corners of his lips. Gabriel settles her back to her job.
Thrusting his hips up, he obviously finishes down the middle woman’s throat while the other two moan in pleasure, suckling his testicles. Gabriel’s head is thrown back for a moment in ecstasy before he slides back into his seat to relax. “Fuck. Clean me up, dear. Share some with the others.” The girls swap the semen between one another’s mouths dramatically, allowing strands of white jizz to string between their chins and lips while seemingly eyeing him for approval. My stomach rolls at the sight of it.
Gabriel tucks himself back into his pants and zips up. When the women stand, he swats two on their asses and smiles. “That’s my good girls.” Stretching his arms across the back of the sofa, he asks, “Now, what can I do for you?”
Gabriel’s post-ecstasy face and dark brown eyes stare right at me, so I take the lead. “We’re here for weapons. I think Nick spoke with you?—”
“Yes, sweetheart. I understand. I can get you all theweapons you need.” His head rests lazily against the sofa as he lulls in a monotone voice. Like it’s a Tuesday. “Grenades? Flamethrowers? Shotguns? Automatics? A tank? What do you want?”
He’s oozing with confidence and seems laid back. With his boldness, it makes me feel more at ease until I let out a small chuckle. “Um, all of it.”
Gabriel smiles broadly, causing his face to change from attractive to quite handsome. Max’s shoulders stiffen beside me as I answer, but I’m not sure why. He just got a good show. As a frequenter of sex clubs, I’m sure this is nothing new for him.
“I’d be thrilled to give them to you.” His smile falters as his black eyes turn to onyx with some level of foreboding, causing me to feel like I forgot to study for a test I didn’t know we were having. “You really are beautiful.”
“Thank you.” I glance at Max, who’s staring down Gabriel, like he’s ready to pounce at any moment. The guy is a bit smarmy, but he seems like he will work with us. “So, what do you want in exchange?”
“I want to fuck you.”
My breath catches with my open-mouthed gasp. I didn’t expect that. “Uh?—”
“Absolutely not,” Max interrupts, his voice ringing out with finality while his paws clench so tightly the knuckles turn his olive skin white.
Gabriel relaxes back farther and sighs, as if he has won a game. “Oh? One little fuck and you can have everything you want. Does she belong to you?” He looks at Max. Max turns his eyes down briefly to glance atme, then slowly shakes his head like when he would lose a match in the ring. “Okay, then.”
“I’ll do it,” I say with assuredness. Fake it till I make it, right?
“No, you won’t.” Max’s eyes flare when he whips his head to me. I’ve never seen him look so tense. His piercing stare gashes my self-control, and all the irritation I’ve had over the last week spews up and out at him.
“You went to the Crimson Angel. I’m going to fuck Gabriel for weapons. No big deal.” The words snap out of my mouth like a whip, hoping they cut into his icy exterior.
“Thefuck? Try me, foxy. Try me and see what happens.” If he were a bear, his haunches would be all the way up. I’m sure Max has had his recent fill of women. Why is he so concerned? This could give us both the distance we need from each other. If I have sex with Sosa, maybe I won’t be so attached, and Max could get over trying to own me.
Snubbing him, I turn to Sosa and ask, “Just one fuck, and then we can have the weapons?”
Gabriel chortles, a loud, boisterous sound, as if we were just put on a comedy show for him. “Yes, just one time where I get inside you. That’s all I want, beautiful. Well, all Iwanted. Now, I really wanthimto watch us.” He points at Max, who glares at him, his nostrils puffing out with his exhales. This only makes Sosa roar with laughter.
Max grips my thigh with his large palm. “I’m telling you, Livia. Do not do this.”
Lowering my voice, I speak through gritted teeth. “And I’m tellingyou, I’m fucking this guy. Weneedthose weapons.”