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Benito took a rushed step forward, but Hank immediately stopped him before his back foot could even move by placing a quick hand on his arm. Benito stopped in his singular track and stepped back into place, taking a deep breath to calm down.
Choke on it, Benito.
Evading the tension, the young maid quickly collected my dishes and left without another word. I then decided it was probably time for some exercise. Since there was no chance of accidentally bumping into Darren anywhere, I decided to wander the house and do some exploring. None of it interested me, to begin with, but it was something to do.
Most of the house was either hardwood or tile, lots of open space and windows, with orange and cream-colored walls dominating nearly every room. I eventually stumbled upon the home gym and became instantly envious. It was significantly smaller than the one at Darren’s home, but it still had all the same equipment.
There was another home theater, still smaller, several random bedrooms and bathrooms, a parlor with a wet bar and pool table, and a finished basement of no important significance. The house was beautifully furnished, decorated in a Spanish setting with cultural references and adornments everywhere. For a moment, I almost thought I was standing in some Mexican drug lord’s home. Close enough, I guess.
The rest of my day was dull and mundane. I played a game of pool alone in the parlor, practiced my jaw and wrist exercises several times, and took my medication, which eventually made me sleepy. I took a small nap in my reading nook for a few hours until it was once again dinnertime.
Begrudgingly and absent an appetite, I was escorted back to the dining room, where my dinner was waiting. This time it was a thick, creamy zucchini soup. I pushed my spoon around in it for a while, taking one bite and immediately regretting it. Fucking gross. I noticed Benito’s face flare up at my refusal, but he said nothing. Hank stood next to him, slowly shaking his head in disapproval, until he left the room to take a call. That was when Benito made his move.
He stormed over to me, slammed his fist down on the table only a few inches away from my bowl, and stood over me, fuming.
“You’d better eat your goddamn dinner this time, you little brat. I’m done dealing with your stupid rebellious bullshit,” Benito seethed.
I shook my head with a laugh.
“Get the fuck out of my face, Benito, before I make your left match your right.”
“Ya know, you’re never going to amount to anything,” he retorted with a snarl.
The fuck did he just say to me? I looked up at him, enraged and shocked he had even dared to share that kind of shit with me.
“What did you just say?”
“You heard me, you little shit. Keep rebelling all you want, but it’s never going to get you anywhere. You’re nothing but a tiny girl with a bad attitude and a tight hole to fuck.”
I immediately saw red.
“You don’t know shit about this tiny girl, Benito. Keep pissing me off, and I swear I will burn your ass for good. All I have to do is flash you, and I get the pleasure of watching Darren kill you. Is that what you want?”
Benito chuckled, and I almost punched him right in his stupid face.
“Try it, Jaden. We’ll see who comes out of that one alive. Even if I’m dead, at least I died my own man and not someone else’s worthless whore,” he spat and then returned to his position against the wall just in time for Hank to return.
My fists curled so tight my palms burned and my knuckles turned white till my hands shook with rage. I wanted to flip the table. I wanted to rip the walls down with my bare hands and shatter every window with the wrath blistering in my vocal cords.
Worthless whore.
Well, fine then. I would show Benito exactly what this whore was worth.
6
Ludacris
I didn’t know how I did it, but I managed to finish half my bowl of soup, even with a stomach full of rage and violence. I was then taken back to my suite, where I watched movies for a while, waiting for my opportunity. I sipped on some tea at my table, Hank and Benito quietly chatting at their designated chairs, until Hank was called away again.
After a few minutes, I caught Benito watching me. On a whim, I took my teacup and gently pushed it right off the edge of the table and watched it shatter and spill all over the floor.
“Goddammit, Jaden! Come on!”
I shrugged. “Whoops,” I said and got up to head to the bathroom, which was only a few feet away from the door to the hallway.
“Ugh! Do not move! I’ll be right back,” he shouted and then walked out of the door. But as soon as he was out of sight, I quickly snatched the door handle before the door could shut and lock me in. Bingo.
I slowly pulled it open and peeked out. Benito was long gone, and now so was I. I snuck around the corner quickly, managing to avoid all eyes until I found my way back to the parlor, shut the doors, and locked myself in.