Dare
I spotted that bitch glaring at my wife from outside the area we sat in. I gave her a glare of my own and saw the swallow move down her throat. I was pissed. I was pissed we were here. I was pissed that Angel was feeling like she had to be feeling. She was acting like a Stepford wife because this fuckin’ place made her have to act that way.
I leaned over toward Delgado, “That Cleopatra cunt? What the fuck is with her? She’s got it in for my wife something fierce.”
He shook his head, “She’s the alpha female around these parts. Knows her place with the masters but with the slaves? She’s always exerting her will.”
“My wife is no longer a Kruna slave. She’s been insubordinate repeatedly. I want her punished.”
I wouldn’t normally condone any sort of punishment from this joint, given what they were and all they’d done but with that bitch-faced cunt, I could and would make an exception. I’d knock her teeth out myself.
“You want to do the honors?” Delgado asked, “If not, place your order.” He shrugged.
Joseph Lucas ended the phone call he was on and leaned in.
“You’re a partner; you have as much access to Kruna property as the rest of us. You can give out punishments, collect some toys to play with, whatever wherever. You’re already aware of the common areas that are no play zones. Anything you’re unsure of, ask. You should’ve gotten a patron orientation last time you were here but your trip was short. I’ll fill you in, whatever info you need.”
Delgado looked at me, “Let’s have a party tonight, shall we, Joseph? Show young Master Ferrano what it’s all about.”
I leaned over and tucked Angel’s hair behind her ear.
“She keeps me plenty busy.”
“Ah, the blush of young love,” Joseph Lucas lamented. “We always have a big party the opening night of the summit. You’re here a day early so we’ll have a more intimate party and you can decide whether you want to partake. We don’t push. You’re always the master of your own limits. Come. See what it’s all about. No pressure.”
I gave a nod and took a sip of my coffee.
They’d told me they wanted me a day early so that I could get more information on the way things worked. That worked for the Feds. I didn’t like it. I was not a rat. I’d been raised to know deep in my gut that being a rat was lower than low.
Fuck you, Pop, for making me become this.
I’d spent such a short amount of time here when I picked up my wife that I knew very little, really, about the ones in charge, how the place got started. Any little bit of info would serve in making the place fall. I was under no illusions; these people lived this lifestyle and another place like Kruna or multiple places like it would pop up somewhere else to fill the gap this place left.
But, taking this place down, taking down the motherfuckers who’d hurt Angel? That was worth me becoming a rat. That was worth every dime I had, every ounce of dignity I possessed. Justice for her. The love of my life.
I just had to play it smart so I wouldn’t fuck it all up.
And then I had to figure out how the fuck to get her sister away from Romero.
I hated calling her Felicia, knowing how much it would hurt her, but she needed to be in the ‘Felicia’ mindset. She was doing well. My perfect angel.
We were shown to our room after brunch. It was the same room as before. It felt strange. Before we’d come, we’d talked at length about how we couldn’t discuss anything here. We were in character and staying in character. The fact was that we were bugged by the Feds and we had to behave as if we’d been double-bugged with the resort bugging our room as well. I’d gotten no indication that the Kruna partners didn’t trust me. I still wasn’t taking any chances.
I took her hand and pulled her to me and we laid down on the bed. I put my lips to her throat. She was wearing the three-strand choker necklace I’d gotten her. I twirled her hair with my index finger.
“You sleepy?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Let’s catch a nap and then we’ll go for a walk on the beach.”
“Yes, Master.” She said, looking deep into my eyes.
I put my lips to hers and breathed her deep. I held her close. We didn’t fall asleep, neither of us; we spent a good hour just holding one another, not talking, just feeling one another. We didn’t need words that others might hear. I just wanted to give her my touch so that she’d know I had her.