A/N: Just in case you skipped the Author's Note, this is a warning for graphic scenes of rape and violence. Please read this at your own discretion.
MadGirlsPoppiesInJuly
Moreno disappeared. With him, were a few Tigers and surprisingly some Kings and Brumley Boys. Tim was smug at the fact none of his boys left. It had been Curly who had quietly reminded him that there could still be a person here, watching.
No one knew where Moreno was. It was a mystery to the best of us. Until Sophie knocked on my door.
"Make yourself look like a slut," she ordered, and I stared at her. She pushed me towards my room, closed the door, and started rifling through my drawers. She pulled out underwear, some I had bought for a night with Tim but never worn. She then pulled a tight red dress out, before rifling for a pair of black heels. I pulled my legs up onto the bed and rested my chin on my knees watching her curiously.
"Moreno is making an appearance at a party in the West," she explained. I crooked an eyebrow. The West was where all the immigrants were dumped, as well as coloured folk. It was practically a tiny village of people, like a tumor on the side of Tulsa, if you were to listen to anyone.
"Who's hosting?" I asked, and Sophie shifted.
"Ronnie is," she admitted. "Under a guise though. He had that boy, Tucker deliver the message. Tim and Dally can't go, which is why I'm here."
"And if it all goes tits up?"
At this, Sophie seemed to wilt even more, and she pressed her head to the wardrobe door. She shrugged, and I knew there was something she wasn't telling me. Instead she held up a little bag of powder.
"Put this in his drink, bring him upstairs. When the time is right, Brandy will come in and finish it. Said there was no need for us to have blood on our hands." I took the bag in my hands and immediately recognised Alma's stamp on it. I curled it into my fist and took a deep breath.
"Let's go."
If I was being honest with myself, I would dress more like this often, even if it was just for Tim. The dress hugged me, in what I felt were all the right places. The heels made my legs look longer, even if they were killing my feet.
Moreno seemed to agree.
"Nikola Reed," he murmured when I sidled up to the boys lazing on the couch. "I heard about your little spat with Tim."
I wondered which one he meant. Tim and I had had many and it was only now that I realised it meant that Tim wouldn't come rescue me. The last one we had was about me being involved in the gang stuff. Although it had been Tim's idea, with Ronnie back around, he wanted me to step down.
"He's boring Tom," I muttered. I let the dress ride up as I crawled into his lap and settled on his hips. He grinned like a shark.
"I'd heard from Darcy," he said, and I wrinkled my nose. "That you were fucking his baby brother. Bit of a bitch move there Nikki."
"I heard that you had Darcy in your pocket," I moved my hips, so I could shift forward. I had to try to not grit my teeth when he grabbed my hips and moved me, so I was pressed against his dick. He pushed my hips back and pulled me forward again. I wanted to punch him. His zip caught on my leg and I tried not to wince when it cut into flesh. His hand, that wasn't on my hip, went straight between my legs and rested just below the crease of my thigh. "Bit of a bitch mover Moreno." He grinned and surged up. I moved, but not far enough to avoid his teeth catching on my neck. I yelped in pain and then again when he grabbed my neck to keep me in the position I was in. Entirely too close to him.
"Tell me the truth Reed," he whispered. I could smell whiskey on his breath and I gulped. Mother had taught me one valuable lesson. Whiskey made men dangerous.
"I was bored," I whispered, reciting the lines Brandy had told me. His hand gripped my thigh and I flinched when his fingers grazed the elastic of my underwear. This was going further than we had thought. I leaned back and pretended to search for cup. With a practiced move, while fumbling about, I tore the baggy open, and poured it into the drink. I picked the cup and swirled it, pretending it was a coy move while I was thinking. I offered it to Moreno but before he could take it, a hand grabbed it from mine.
It happened too fast. Moreno caught my wrists and a hand forced my head back, tipping the whiskey down my throat. Another hand locked into my hair, so I couldn't move, holding me in place. The hand covered my mouth then pinched my nose. I tried to fight them off, as well as fight off the urge to breath but the bastards won out. I gulped and then slumped forward, my eyes tearing up.
"That looked bad," Darcy mumbled in my ear and I dry heaved. A hand reached out and slapped me. It jolted me out of a daze and I stared at Moreno.
"What was in it?" he asked Darcy who shrugged.
"It was Alma's, coulda been anything. If she's anything to go by, I'd say a roofie or maybe Ketamine," he said knowingly. His hand had crept in between my legs and unlike Moreno, Darcy wasted no time in feeling me up. I jerked, trying to get away but his hand gripped the back of my neck and Moreno's hand on my thigh tightened. The world swam in front of me and I hadn't realised I was crying until Moreno wiped the tear away with a sadistic grin.
"It wouldn't be nice if she died. It would solve one problem though," he shrugged and threw me over his shoulder. Where was Sophie? Where was Brandy?
"I'd still have her cold," Darcy grinned. I couldn't move away when he pulled my head up and bit into my neck. My body felt like there were no bones. My mind couldn't send the messages to my limbs like it usually would. A door opened and suddenly I was in darkness. I tried to yell, for Tim, for Dally, anyone but my tongue felt too heavy in my mouth. I laid there and prayed, for the first time in my life. And as my vision faded, the door was thrown open and all hell broke loose.
Moreno disappeared. With him, were a few Tigers and surprisingly some Kings and Brumley Boys. Tim was smug at the fact none of his boys left. It had been Curly who had quietly reminded him that there could still be a person here, watching.
No one knew where Moreno was. It was a mystery to the best of us. Until Sophie knocked on my door.
"Make yourself look like a slut," she ordered, and I stared at her. She pushed me towards my room, closed the door, and started rifling through my drawers. She pulled out underwear, some I had bought for a night with Tim but never worn. She then pulled a tight red dress out, before rifling for a pair of black heels. I pulled my legs up onto the bed and rested my chin on my knees watching her curiously.
"Moreno is making an appearance at a party in the West," she explained. I crooked an eyebrow. The West was where all the immigrants were dumped, as well as coloured folk. It was practically a tiny village of people, like a tumour on the side of Tulsa, if you were to listen to anyone.
"Who's hosting?" I asked, and Sophie shifted.
"Ronnie is," she admitted. "Under a guise though. He had that boy, Tucker deliver the message. Tim and Dally can't go, which is why I'm here."
"And if it all goes tits up?"
At this, Sophie seemed to wilt even more, and she pressed her head to the wardrobe door. She shrugged, and I knew there was something she wasn't telling me. Instead she held up a little bag of powder.
"Put this in his drink, bring him upstairs. When the time is right, Brandy will come in and finish it. Said there was no need for us to have blood on our hands." I took the bag in my hands and immediately recognised Alma's stamp on it. I curled it into my fist and took a deep breath.
"Let's go."
If I was being honest with myself, I would dress more like this often, even if it was just for Tim. The dress hugged me, in what I felt were all the right places. The heels made my legs look longer, even if they were killing my feet.
Moreno seemed to agree.
"Nikola Reed," he murmured when I sidled up to the boys lazing on the couch. "I heard about your little spat with Tim."
I wondered which one he meant. Tim and I had had many and it was only now that I realised it meant that Tim wouldn't come rescue me. The last one we had was about me being involved in the gang stuff. Although it had been Tim's idea, with Ronnie back around, he wanted me to step down.
"He's boring Tom," I muttered. I let the dress ride up as I crawled into his lap and settled on his hips. He grinned like a shark.
"I'd heard from Darcy," he said, and I wrinkled my nose. "That you were fucking his baby brother. Bit of a bitch move there Nikki."
"I heard that you had Darcy in your pocket," I moved my hips, so I could shift forward. I had to try to not grit my teeth when he grabbed my hips and moved me, so I was pressed against his dick. He pushed my hips back and pulled me forward again. I wanted to punch him. His zip caught on my leg and I tried not to wince when it cut into flesh. His hand, that wasn't on my hip, went straight between my legs and rested just below the crease of my thigh. "Bit of a bitch mover Moreno." He grinned and surged up. I moved, but not far enough to avoid his teeth catching on my neck. I yelped in pain and then again when he grabbed my neck to keep me in the position I was in. Entirely too close to him.
"Tell me the truth Reed," he whispered. I could smell whiskey on his breath and I gulped. Mother had taught me one valuable lesson. Whiskey made men dangerous.
"I was bored," I whispered, reciting the lines Brandy had told me. His hand gripped my thigh and I flinched when his fingers grazed the elastic of my underwear. This was going further than we had thought. I leaned back and pretended to search for cup. With a practiced move, while fumbling about, I tore the baggy open, and poured it into the drink. I picked the cup and swirled it, pretending it was a coy move while I was thinking. I offered it to Moreno but before he could take it, a hand grabbed it from mine.
It happened too fast. Moreno caught my wrists and a hand forced my head back, tipping the whiskey down my throat. Another hand locked into my hair, so I couldn't move, holding me in place. The hand covered my mouth then pinched my nose. I tried to fight them off, as well as fight off the urge to breath but the bastards won out. I gulped and then slumped forward, my eyes tearing up.
"That looked bad," Darcy mumbled in my ear and I dry heaved. A hand reached out and slapped me. It jolted me out of a daze and I stared at Moreno.
"What was in it?" he asked Darcy who shrugged.
"It was Alma's, coulda been anything. If she's anything to go by, I'd say a roofie or maybe Ketamine," he said knowingly. His hand had crept in between my legs and unlike Moreno, Darcy wasted no time in feeling me up. I jerked, trying to get away but his hand gripped the back of my neck and Moreno's hand on my thigh tightened. The world swam in front of me and I hadn't realised I was crying until Moreno wiped the tear away with a sadistic grin.
"It wouldn't be nice if she died. It would solve one problem though," he shrugged and threw me over his shoulder. Where was Sophie? Where was Brandy?
"I'd still have her cold," Darcy grinned. I couldn't move away when he pulled my head up and bit into my neck. My body felt like there were no bones. My mind couldn't send the messages to my limbs like it usually would. A door opened and suddenly I was in darkness. I tried to yell, for Tim, for Dally, anyone but my tongue felt too heavy in my mouth. I laid there and prayed, for the first time in my life. And as my vision faded, the door was thrown open and all hell broke loose.