Author's Note: Strong sexual content, attempted rape, adult language. This chapter will probably be the darkest of the entire story. Sonny is really like two personalities and he will 'continue' to struggle with this throughout this story. I hope you read, are entertained, and will be so kind to leave a review.
Trudy's eyes lit up the closer they got to the mainland. She could see it was a bustling, modernized little town. There was different music playing from different areas, but all blended well together. And the aroma that wafted out to them as they docked had her mouth watering. Sonny was the first to step from the speedboat which he had driven in himself as she and the two guards with them sat the entire ride. He was met at the docks by another guard along with a car with a driver. They spoke for a couple of moments as Trudy was held back by their two guards who both stood at the ladder on the dock, then Sonny nodded, and the two guards stepped aside and helped Trudy up the ladder. Sonny leaned over the ladder and held out his hand to her. She grasped it and smiled up at him graciously as he helped her up. While he smiled back, she could see his eyes behind his shades and they were locked onto the guards below her, and she was positive it was to make sure they weren't copping a feel or looking up her skirt. She could recall from days past when Sonny and Gina had their brief romance, how it had always made her envious of Sonny's possessive manners when it came to Gina, which continued even after she ended things. Now experiencing his possessive nature firsthand, it was quite overwhelming for her. Once she was standing on the dock next to Sonny, their guards finally made their way up from the boat.
"Okay, baby, I'll probably be at the meeting with Carrera for a couple of hours," Sonny said as he dug his hand in his pocket and pulled out a wad of cash, big bills too. "Here's some fun money for you," Trudy eyed the money and then the other men standing around them as she shook her head and tried to sidestep around Sonny.
"No thank you, I don't need your money," She said as she tossed on a sweet smile. The truth was she wouldn't have minded a bill or two if only to buy some of the delicious-looking food she could already see in some of the nearby market shops. However, she hated being Sonny's kept woman, more so hated that others perceived her as such, even if she was. Sonny quickly guessed what the issue was, and he reached out, gently grasped her hand, and pulled her back against his body so they were chest to chest.
"Hey, take the money," He commanded and smiled when she arched a brow at his commandeering. "At least enough to buy something to eat, please," He added more gently, and she found herself smiling at him at hearing him say the word 'please'. "Nobody will think anything of you accepting money from me, and they sure as hell would never dare say anything. They all know you're with me, that you're my woman."
"Your woman of the week?" She asked in a teasing manner though she was also curious if he had other women he was involved with.
"I've never brought any woman to work with me before. None have ever been in my home or on my boat. Sure, I've kept company with one or two before."
"Yeah, I just bet you have," She remarked as she crossed her arms against her chest and tapped her sandal covered foot. She didn't know why hearing that caused jealousy to flare within her, but it had, and he had noticed, and she could see it pleased him some. She rolled her eyes at him a bit, now more determined not to bend to his will and take his money.
"But I never cared for them, most of the time I didn't even want them even while I was balls deep inside of them."
"Geez, Sonny, I don't want to hear the details of your adventures fucking other women," Trudy growled out and his smile broadened. He deduced that if she was jealous that meant she really cared about him and considered him hers.
"My point is, I'm crazy-"
"Yes, I concur, you are," She quickly interrupted him again, this time with a teasing smile and he actually laughed at her words. And judging by the way the guards shyly glanced at him, she knew they likely had never seen Sonny Burnett crack a smile, let alone laugh boisterously.
"I'm crazy about you, Trudy," He finally said as he reached out his right hand and brushed her soft curls back from her clavicle bone and then placed the hand at the base of her neck, pulled her to him, and then leaned down and kissed her. Trudy released a soft moan and swooned a little when he pulled from the kiss. Her eyes lingered closed for a few seconds before she opened them again and gazed up at him. "I've fallen for you, and I'm not telling you that expecting you to feel the same way because I know you don't," She bowed her head a bit. He thought it was to hide the fact that she didn't feel any love for him, but in truth, it was to hide the fact that she did have a love for him. All be it not the kind of love he was now professing, but she knew it could go that route if she were not careful. "At least not yet," He added that on with a wink and she giggled at how playful he was being today. She genuinely liked that side of him because it reminded her of Crockett. "I tell you that so you can understand that I want to give you things and buy you things because you're my woman, and I believe that's what a man should do for his woman."
"I'm very independent, Sonny, and I don't think I will ever be okay with being your kept woman, who has to rely on you for everything, especially money. I've been earning my own money since I was 15 years old. And since I'm not your wife getting money from you … Well, it would feel like I was just your whore," Trudy said, and when Sonny didn't initially reply but stared down at her with an unreadable look on his face, and she thought his Mr. Hyde side was about to make an appearance.
"Then marry me," He finally said with a shrug of his shoulders. He acted as if it was the only rational solution and her eyes nearly fell out of her head. Of all the things he could have said at that moment this was not what she had expected to hear.
"What!? No, I am not marrying you. I … I haven't even known you a week yet," She stammered out because she knew he was probably serious about it, and she needed to derail that train of thought fast. "And I don't have the marrying kind of feelings for you yet," He smirked at this little slip of the tongue which she hadn't even realized she had made. "You know what, fine, just give me the money," She sputtered out exasperated and just wanting to end their interaction altogether. She held out her right hand, wiggled her fingers impatiently, while she vigorously tapped her foot now. "Doesn't matter, let them all think I'm your whore. I don't care," She mumbled that bit out but he still heard her and that did anger him, and he gripped her about her chin roughly and forced her to look up at him.
"No one thinks that I definitely don't think that, so stop saying it," Sonny said, and she could see by the scowl on his face he was mad and a voice screamed in her head for her to appease him and quell any retaliations later, and so she lifted up on her tiptoes and utterly surprised him by kissing him sweetly. Before she could end the kiss, Sonny, tugged her closer, held her in his arms for a moment longer, as he deepened the kiss. He broke their kiss and embraced her and buried his nose in her thick lavender scented curls. He closed his eyes and breathed her in deeply. When he opened his eyes again, he noticed the guard who had come with the car was motioning at him to let him know they had to go. "I've gotta go, baby," He kissed her head and then let her go and stepped back. He pulled back out his wad of money and this time instead of trying to hand her the entire thing, he pulled off just a few bills. Enough for her to eat at any of the finest restaurants in the town and buy a few things from the upscale shops if she wanted. This was an acceptable compromise for Trudy who took the money with a kind smile.
"Thank you," She replied in a hushed tone while she pushed the bills inside of the small purse whose strap she draped over her shoulder and across her chest.
"You're welcome darlin," He said with a big smile. "Stay with the guards at all times, all right," He grew more serious as he said this, and she simply nodded in reply. "While it's beautiful here, this town is full of unsavory characters," Sonny then looked around them as if he were scanning for said characters. He headed to the waiting car but stopped a moment to address the two guards who had come with them. "Don't let her out of your sight, not even for a second, because if anything happens to her, I will kill you," He said point-blank and unapologetically even knowing his words would probably bother her. The guards both nodded their understanding and moved to stand a few feet behind Trudy, as Sonny walked onto the car. The guard at the car hurriedly opened the door for Sonny, but before stepping in he looked back to where Trudy and her guards were walking off. "Hey gorgeous," He called out and Trudy turned back to face him. "I love you," He proclaimed this loudly and then quickly disappeared inside the car. The guard shut the door, rushed around to the front passenger side, and they drove away. Trudy stared after the car for a second with what she was sure was a goofy look on her face. She understood that while Sonny may have thought he meant his words, their true intent was to make it know that she was important to him, that their relationship was nothing casual. Also, judging, by the way, several men in the streets who had been staring at her before all turned and now avoided her eyes, it seemed that Mr. Burnett's reputation was known in this town. Now, they knew she was his woman, and she was to be left alone.
Thirty minutes walking through the town and the many small markets and booths that lined the streets, seeing so many faces just as brown as hers, Trudy was so engrossed in the town, the people, and culture that she had completely forgotten about trying to find a phone to call Miami. She stopped to listen to a quartet play their instruments as an older black woman sang on in a dialect Trudy didn't understand but her voice was so beautiful it was very enchanting to hear. There were children of all ages that ran through the dusty streets. They laughed hard and play so carefree. But anytime any would try to run up to Trudy, whom they could tell was an American tourist who might give them money, the guards would chase them away. Trudy would frown slightly but she never said a word to the guards because she knew they were just following Sonny's orders.
An hour and a half later found her seated inside of a very classy local restaurant enjoying a delicious club sandwich. One of the guards stood outside the restaurant while the other was seated at the table right beside Trudy's table. She had asked him if he wanted to just sit with her, but he hurriedly shook his head to that idea and then focused his gaze onto the other patrons in the place. While she sat sipping at the restaurant's specialty fruit drink, she glanced outside of the large window she sat in front of and saw Sonny casually walking up from down the street, and beside him was Miguel Carrera, who spoke with very animated gestures of his hands. Behind them were four guards. Sonny didn't act as if he was even listening as he walked along, hands in his pockets, faced straight ahead. Trudy thought he looked too damn good. When they reached the guard outside the restaurant Sonny spoke briefly to the man. Trudy was sure he was getting a blow-by-blow of all she had done. Miguel Carrera noticed her through the window and immediately smiled and leered at her. She in turned quickly turned her focus down to her half-eaten food, before sonny caught her looking, but in her peripheral vision, she saw Sonny glared at Miguel and then looked in on her to see if she were looking back. Sonny said something to Miguel that had the young man laughing and holding his hands up in surrender as he backed away with his four guards accompanying him. Sonny watched Miguel's retreat for a few seconds, said something to the guard outside, and then finally made his way inside. He nodded to the seated guard and then made his way to stand right beside Trudy.
"Hello Beautiful," He greeted as he leaned down and placed a soft peck upon her lips. She smiled kindly as she watched him take a seat across from her while waving over a waiter. "Did you have fun sightseeing?"
"Yeah, I did actually," Trudy replied honestly. "This is a beautiful place I would really like to see more of it," She tossed on with the hope that he would allow her to stay a little longer.
"I'll have the same thing she's got," Sonny placed his order with the waiter who now stood before them. The waiter jotted down the order, gave a nod, and walked off to put the order in. "Well, we've been invited to dinner tonight at Carrera's compound here on the island, so we'll be staying here tonight. I've already booked our room at the Four Seasons Resort and picked out outfits from one of their boutique stores for us to wear to the little shindig," He spoke this as he reached across the table and grasped her glass of juice, and took a sip and his face showed that he liked it. She really was irked by him dressing her up like some doll, but she kept her mouth closed about it. He placed her drink back before her, settled back more comfortably in his chair, and crossed his legs. He still had his dark shades on so it was hard for her to make out his eyes, but she could feel the heat of his gaze on her, and she shifted her eyes to stare back out the large window. "I think I know you," He spoke out again and she turned her stunned eyes back onto him. Her heart thumped a little faster to the idea he might recognize her, but her hope crashed with his next words. "From a past life, but I definitely know you. That's the only way to explain this…this feeling," He lifted his right hand and placed it against his chest. "You're so fucking beautiful, you know that?" He stated and though the words sounded complimentary the scowl on his face suggested he was angered by the fact. She didn't know how to respond or if she should respond, and so she didn't. The moment ended when the waiter sat his order on the table. Sonny smiled, thanked him, and then leaned over the plate and took a bite of the club sandwich. "I want you to stay away from Miguel Carrera," Sonny blurted out as he chewed and then sipped from his drink. Trudy's face now held a slight frown as she stared across the table to him in confusion.
"Why?" She began but noticed the muscle in his jaw twitch and so she quickly added on to her words. "…would I have reason to hang around him?" She then lifted her own drink and took a sip.
"He wants you."
"You seem to think every man wants me, Sonny," She couldn't help the flippant remark or the slight eye roll.
"That's because they all do, sweetheart," He spoke with a smile, and she sighed a little that he didn't seem bothered by what she had said. "Just look around, every man in this restaurant would love to know the heavenly treasure between your legs, but they see the scary guards and so they don't dare approach. And the scary guards want you too, but they know I'd killed them if they ever tried. Now, Miguel Carrera, he's cut from a different cloth than a typical or even smart man. He mistakenly thinks that being a Carrera gives him the power to do whatever he wants, whenever, wherever."
"Doesn't it?" She questioned.
No, darlin, it does not. Being Oscar Carrera's son gives him some security sure, but I assure you if it came down to his own power and money, Oscar would kill Miguel himself if required. But Miguel is too stupid to realize it. I've told him twice now that you are off-limits when he should have listened the first time. So, tonight at Carrera's party steer clear of him, all right?"
"If it's work-related then maybe I should just stay at the hotel," She suggested as she really didn't fancy attending a party with a bunch of criminals. She may be alone with no backup but she was still a cop and she knew it would be difficult for her to just stand by and not react to illegal activities.
"It's a dinner party with some of the local politicians, so more on the up and up," Sonny said as he took another sip of his drink before setting the glass back onto the table. "Besides I want to show you off," He smiled at her but she couldn't bring herself to smile back to the thought that she was his possession to be paraded around in front of his friends. To cover her lack of excitement she quickly grasped her own glass and drank. He could see she didn't like the idea of attending the party but thought it was one of those things she would just have to get used to.
Later that evening
As soon as they had entered their grand penthouse suite in the resort Sonny had accosted her right up against the closed door. Trudy braced herself for what she was sure would be another bruising encounter but to her surprise, he had been gentle and even tender as he touched and kissed her. He had spent the first half-hour with his head buried between her legs, licking, sucking, and probing with his tongue until she had wept from the joy it brought her. Then he spent the next hour making slow, near excruciating love to her, that made her vocally beg for him to never stop and confess about how much she wanted him. Finally, after giving her two mind-blowing orgasms he found his own release. Sonny collapsed atop her not shifting any of his weight and Trudy welcomed him for he wasn't so heavy that his weight hurt her, and oddly being surrounded by him like that made her feel safe. She soon drifted off to sleep but was awakened a couple of hours later by Sonny, who was fully dressed and whispering in her ear that she needed to get up and get ready. As he headed out, he informed her that she would be brought to Carrera's compound in exactly two hours and he would meet her there.
She had decided on a hot bath not because she ached. On the contrary, the way Sonny had made love to her awakened her body, and even the slight touch on her skin sent a pleasing jolt through her. She hoped that soaking in a hot bath for half an hour would douse out the flames of desire for him that still burned in her womb. After her bath, she made her way back into the bedroom and it was then that she had noticed the articles of clothing that had been intricately placed out on the chaise lounge. There were red lacy panties but no bra. Next to it was a gorgeous red sequin gown which had a halter design with the back out, and the material went so low it would just barely cover the top of her ass. Trudy instantly hated the dress. She thought it was beautiful and definitely a style she herself would buy. But she knew Sonny had only picked it, as he had said, to show her off. She would be a showpiece in that dress and that idea made her stomach turn some, but still, she slipped the dress on and it fit her curves as if tailor-made for her body. Once dressed she moved to the vanity where there was a huge variety of different make-up products. She did appreciate that while it appeared that Sonny was not sure of what she liked, he did take the care and consideration to buy products that matched and complimented her brown skin. That was not an easy task in Miami but maybe being that they were in a country where the population was predominately black it was easier. She was still touched that he had even thought of it.
As she started putting on her makeup a large black velvet case that was also sat atop the vanity caught her eyes, and she opened it. She gasped out in shock at seeing the stunning ruby and diamond necklace and earrings set inside, and next to them were a couple of ruby and diamond encrusted hair combs. There was a note next to the combs that read, 'Wear your hair up'. She rolled her eyes with a tiny smile on her lips at his domineering antics even as she was already pulling her hair up and looking at herself in the mirror. Once she was done getting ready, she sat on one of the sofas in the living area of the suite as she waited, soon a knock came on the door just before it opened and a familiar guard, Vinnie, stuck his head just inside the door. Trudy stood and stepped closer to the door. She took note of how Vinnie stared at her a moment appearing gobsmacked while he looked at her. She blushed at his heated gaze and was very grateful that Sonny was not there to see it. Inwardly Trudy thought that Sonny might regret this look he had chosen for her, and the kind of attention it was going to bring.
"Is it time to go, Vinnie?" She asked and the tall, muscular white man who looked to be in his early thirties shook his head as if he were clearing some thought and then he nodded and held the door open more for her.
"Yes, Ms. Trudy," He replied as she walked past him and out the door. "The car is downstairs," He continued as he closed the door behind them. There were two other guards she remembered seeing on Sonny's yacht who remained on either side of the door. "Mr. Burnett is already at Carrera's, I will take you to him," She simply nodded as they made their way down to the waiting car. It had been a 45-minute ride which seemed longer due to the uncomfortable silence that filled the car. She was being escorted by Vinnie and another guard named Mike. She had deducted they were Sonny's most trusted foot soldiers because they were the two who were always left to her care. Trudy had attempted to have small talk with them until Mike had told her that Mr. Burnett wouldn't like that and he didn't want to lose his job or worse. After that, she had never tried to strike up a conversation with them and made it a point to never look at them in Sonny's presence. They arrived at the massive estate and pulled up to an equally impressive mansion. There was a line of cars that pulled around to the main entrance and let out guests. Their car finally arrived and Vinnie exited the front passenger side, opened her door, and this time he did offer her his arm which she grasped to step from the car steadily. Once she was down, he instantly moved away and walked a couple of feet behind her as she made her way up through the entrance behind the guests in front of her. Once inside the grand parlor, Trudy became nervous more so from the fact that she had never attended such an upper-class kind of event, never mind the place was likely filled with criminals. She didn't stand there lost for too long before what felt like a force drew her eyes up and they landed right onto Sonny, who stood near one of the two big Gone with the Wind style staircases. He had been standing there talking with Oscar Carrera but appeared to have stopped in mid-sentence judging by how Carrera stared and waited for him to continue. His eyes caressed her body from top to bottom before settling back on her eyes, and she saw him close his gaping mouth and visibly gulp. She smiled sweetly at him, and he smiled back. Carrera said something to him to regain Sonny's attention but Sonny kept his eyes on her and she could see him mouth the word 'later' and then he moved to her. Carrera then looked up and finally noticed her and he too leered at her from head to toe and then a knowing smirk played on his lips. He chuckled as he now understood why Sonny was suddenly so distracted. Carrera then turned and greeted some of his guests.
"Damn, woman, you are breathtaking," Sonny greeted her as he grasped her hands in his and leaned in and peck her lips. "You will probably give some of these old geezers a heart attack," He placed his hand at the small of her back and when he felt the soft skin there, he leaned behind her a bit and took in just how low the dress hung. For sure if she were not so amply endowed on her backside the fabric would have hung off her, showing her ass.
"You hand-picked everything I am wearing, Sonny, so their deaths would be on your head, not mine," Trudy replied and batted her lashes at him teasingly and his smile broadened as he chuckled and nodded to her true assessment.
"Yeah, I think I may have overdone it," He stated as he led her to the ballroom where at least a dozen couples danced to the band playing some slow tune. The tempo increased a little as a man stepped up to the mic. Sonny pulled Trudy close and they swayed to the music as the man's smooth voice cascaded over them.
I've been meaning to tell you
I've got this feelin' that won't subside
I look at you and I fantasize
You're mine tonight
And now I've got you in my sights
With these hungry eyes
One look at you and I can't disguise
I've got hungry eyes
I feel the magic between you and I
Trudy thought the words of the song fit perfectly with the way Sonny was now staring down at her, and she had to cast her eyes away. She looked down at their joined hands which rested between them as they danced. Sonny kept his eyes on her face as he studied every inch of her flawless skin and features. He was positive that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, and he vowed then and there that he would make her fall in love with him.
I wanna hold you so hear me out
I wanna show you what love's all about
Darlin' tonight
And now I've got you in my sights
With these hungry eyes
One look at you and I can't disguise
I've got hungry eyes
I feel the magic between you and I
I've got hungry eyes
And now I've got you in my sights
I've got hungry eyes
Now did I take you by surprise
I need you to see
This love was meant to be
Their dance abruptly ended with a tap on Sonny's shoulder, he turned slightly to face another man who told him that Mr. Carrera wanted to introduce him to someone. Sonny and Trudy both turned to see Oscar Carrera standing in the doorway of what looked to be a library or study and he was with another man whose appearance screamed drug cartel to Trudy.
"Wait for me at the bar, baby, I'll be right back," He quickly kissed her temple and walked away. Trudy wanted to call after him to ask where the bathroom was as she really had to go. She turned and moved to the bar and asked one of the bartenders where the bathroom was and the bartender waived over one of the female wait staff, who showed her. As she left the ballroom, she hadn't realized that she was being watched and stalked. She hurried to do her business, freshen up her makeup, and then left the bathroom. There was a panic in her at the thought of not being at the bar as Sonny had instructed before he returned. When she walked out of the bathroom, she bumped into someone. She lifted her head to apologize and the words got lost in her throat as her eyes locked onto the smiling face of Miguel Carrera. Trudy instinctively darted her eyes around them in search of Sonny.
"Don't worry, Sonny, is in with my father and it might be a while," He answered what he could see was worrying her.
"And that's why you've cornered me near the bathroom?" She replied as she tried to take a step around him but he stepped with her and blocked her. For the first time since being taken by Sonny, she wouldn't have been bothered by the guards that were always close by her, who seemed to be missing in action at this moment.
"No, ma'am I was just coming from using the bathroom myself when 'you' ran into me."
"I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going," She apologized with a tiny smile and again tried to leave but he carefully grasped her arm before she could completely move away.
"You look absolutely ravishing, Ms. Trudy. Hands down you are the finest woman at this party," He said this through a lecherous smile and she said nothing in reply because she knew this type of man. An innocent smile or a thank you would be interpreted by them as 'let's fuck'. She had enough trouble with the unwanted attention of one dangerous man and had no desire to have another.
"Please don't touch me," She said as she tried to pull her arm free but he held on.
"Why not? I could touch you in ways that would have you begging me to never let you go," He stated as he licked at his lips.
"Because I'm Sonny's woman and you're being very disrespectful."
"Disrespectful," Miguel huffed out indignant to the idea. "Sonny Burnett works for my family. Yeah, my father has brought him more into the inner circle and allowed him to handle some business deals, but he's just the hired help. And a woman as beautiful and sexy as you should be on the arms of a rich and powerful man," He tugged her closer against her struggles and grabbed a handful of her ass.
"MIGUEL!" The booming voice of Oscar Carrera filled the corridor, and both Miguel Carrera and Trudy jumped at the sound and Miguel released her as they turned to see Oscar and Sonny both standing at the entrance to the corridor that led to the bathrooms. Oscar Carrera's anger and irritation with his son were very evident on his face. But Sonny's face was completely unreadable as he looked at Miguel's hands for a second before he looked at Trudy's backside and then up into her eyes. Oscar could be heard lowly cursing his son in Spanish as he pulled him away. Trudy stood rooted in her spot literally trembling in fear over how Sonny would react to seeing Miguel pawing her. He walked to her and placed his right hand to her back and she jerked slightly anticipating a blow of some kind, but he had been gentle as he moved them from the bathroom area back out to the ballroom. He had seated her at the bar and then leaned in and kissed her temple. A single tear slid from her eyes as she stared up at his face when he pulled back some. She implored him with her eyes pleading her case that she had done nothing to invite Miguel Carrera's interest. Yet Sonny's eyes remained hard and cold but his actions were kind, which unnerved her more.
"Sonny, I-"
"This party will wrap up soon and then we will be having a private dinner with Carrera and a couple of his business partners," Sonny spoke calmly cutting her off. "I want you to wait here at the bar for me, and this time … don't you fucking move. I don't care if you piss all over the gotdamn floor. Don't move from this spot until I come and get you," He growled out at her, then turned, and walked away and she shuddered and clamped her eyes shut. She sat on that barstool for the next four hours and waited. She watched as the party-goers dwindled down until she was the last guest remaining in the ballroom. She remained seated as she watched the staff move about her cleaning the space. Finally, Sonny appeared at the entrance to the room which seemed much bigger now that it was empty. "Let's go," He commanded and she literally felt like some pet dog he was beckoning, but she still stood and made her way to him. He walked ahead of her and took her to a dining room which she was positive wasn't the main one as it was a smaller more intimate space. There were just seven people at the table and a few guards standing in the corners of the room. Oscar Carrera sat at the head of the table. To his left sat his wife and to his right sat Miguel. Next to each of them sat Carrera's male drug partners and their ladies. Two spaces were empty awaiting Sonny and Trudy. When they entered Sonny moved them to the vacant seats, pulled out a chair for Trudy, and then took the seat next to them. For the next half hour, Trudy sat with her head bowed and eyes locked to her plate while she picked at the food but barely ate any. All the men including Sonny did the talking as the other women at the table giggled and stoked their man's ego, but Trudy simply remained silent. She was only half-listening to the conversation at the table until one of the men at the table made a statement that changed the entire atmosphere in the room.
"Respect is key to any good partnership," The man Trudy had heard being addressed as Gutierrez proclaimed. "Disrespect can never be tolerated and should be snuffed out quickly, as far as I am concerned."
"I completely agree," Oscar Carrera spoke out as he raised his glass in a toast. "If any hijo de puta ever disrespected me I'd cut his balls off," The other men at the table, save Sonny, laughed on and boisterously agreed.
"Even if it's your own hijo?" Sonny spoke out and the table quieted as all eyes fell on Oscar Carrera like a spotlight. All except Trudy's eyes which were now looking at Sonny. She thought he clearly had a death wish and was about to say or do something that was likely to get them both killed, but she saw no fear at all in his eyes or his demeanor. The other partners at the table thought he had raised an excellent question to get an answer to, but Oscar didn't readily reply. "Earlier 'you' and I both walked in on your son molesting my woman. Now, I don't know about the rest of you but to me, that is the most disrespectful thing any man could ever do to me. The women and the children should never, ever be touched," Sonny spoke this as he locked deadly eyes onto Miguel who looked scared. The two partners nodded their heads and mumbled out their agreement to what he had said. Sonny lifted his napkin to his mouth, wiped it, dropped the napkin on the table, and then pushed his chair back from the table. He then stood and rested both of his knuckles on the table as he continued to speak. "Now, normally I would have just killed him where he stood, but out of 'respect' to you I won't kill him, Oscar, but…" He then stepped from the table and moved around it. Trudy kept her eyes locked onto him until he stopped and now stood between where Oscar and Miguel sat. Miguel kept darting his wild terrified eyes back and forth between Sonny and his father. Oscar Carrera kept his eyes straight ahead. "I do expect retribution for his disrespectful act against me."
"And what do you think is fair retribution?" Carrera finally spoke.
"One of the fingers he had on her ass," Sonny hissed out in disgust, and Trudy and the other women in the room stared at him horrorstruck.
"Wha…what the fuck are you talking about, man? Papa," Miguel rambled out through a nervous smile as he continued to snap his gaze from his father to Sonny. "You can't be seriously considering this, he's not really a partner in our business, he's the help. And that Punta," He spat this as he sneered at Trudy. "She's just some whore he picked up."
"Now, I want two fingers," Sonny said calmly as he clasped his hands together in front of him.
"Que te den!" Miguel yelled out in fear and anger. "Papa, you can't be considering this," He tried pleading his case to his father. But Oscar Carrera had warned his son on more than one occasion that his behavior could compromise the business and could someday bring retaliation. It seemed that day had come. Oscar gave a curt nod of his head. "NO! Papa, please!"
"Hold his left hand down," Sonny commanded and two of the guards that stood behind them stepped up and did as they were instructed. Trudy wanted to cry out for Sonny to stop but her throat locked up as she stared unable to do anything else but watch as Sonny grabbed the carving knife that rested on the silver platter that housed the duck that they had eaten. Without further ado, he sliced clean through the pointer and middle finger of Miguel's left hand as the man howled in pain and anguish. Sonny then tossed a napkin to the sobbing man, who grabbed it and clutched it to his hand to stop the bleeding. Sonny grasped another napkin and used it to pick up the two digits from the table and placed them inside his dinner jacket.
"Get him to the doctors," Oscar spoke out and the same two guards who had held Miguel down now helped him up and out of the room. "I hope this has rectified things between us, Sonny," Carrera said but the truth was he was intimidated by the younger man. He had witnessed firsthand in the last several months that Sonny had been in his organization how deadly and dangerous Sonny was. He also saw how his own guards showed Sonny more regard and respect than they had ever given him. Oscar was sure if Sonny tried to plan a coup most of the men he hired as guards would go along with Sonny. That was part of the reason for this dinner to bring in two new partners into his organization, two new allies. But both men seemed to have been very impressed with Sonny's action, and this caused Carrera to worry some.
"I have never had a problem with you Oscar," Sonny spoke as he made his way back around the table to Trudy. He pulled out her chair and grabbed her forearm and pulled her up from the seat. "But your son is a punk. Walking around thinking he's a bigshot and untouchable because he's your son. And I can tell you I see firsthand how his behavior and actions have tarnished your reputation and your business. You need to either get him in check or push him out altogether. And if he ever disrespects me again or tries to seek revenge, I will cut his fucking head off and mail it to you. Let's go," He then yanked Trudy from the room.
"The car ride back had been silent. She watched him but was too afraid to broach the subject of what had happened at the party. He completely ignored and shunned her as he turned his back to her and stared out the window the entire time. "Call the hotel and settle the bill and have the guards posted there to meet us back at the boat," Sonny spoke out and Vinnie nodded and then picked up the car phone to make the call. At hearing his words something broke inside of Trudy as she was sure he was taking her back to the boat so no one could hear her screaming, at least no one who would help her. She turned and gazed out her own window as she shivered while she thought about the punishment that awaited her and felt on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
An hour and a half Later
When they arrived at the docks and boarded the speedboat to take them back to the yacht, Trudy had decided this would be when she'd escape, she would jump overboard and swim back to the town for help. As if anticipating her plan Sonny did not drive the boat this time. Instead, he sat hip to hip with Trudy with his left hand interlocked with her right hand, and she felt as if it had sealed her doom.
Sonny said nothing as he helped her board the yacht. He hadn't even demanded that she follow him as he made his way to their bedroom, but she followed him closely as if attached to his back by some invisible string. He entered the room and immediately removed the dinner jacket and tie, tossed them both on one of the chairs near the door. He then moved to the bar and fixed himself a drink. Trudy was nervous and scared but she took the fact that he hadn't erupted and raged at her the second they were behind the closed door as a good sign. So, she trekked to the vanity to remove the expensive jewelry. She continuously glanced at his reflection in the mirror as he fixed himself another drink and gulped it down. Her eyes mostly fixated on the gun he had holstered at his left side. With the necklace and earrings removed she then removed the combs from her hair and her curls spilled down across her shoulders.
"I told you to steer clear of Miguel Carrera, didn't I?" Sonny finally spoke out as he leaned his back against the bar and he sipped at the bourbon in his hand. Trudy casually opened the makeup remover wipes and pulled a couple out and wiped at her lips before she replied.
"I just went to the little girl's room and-"
"And didn't stay at the bar like I said," He interrupted her.
"I'm sorry Sonny but I really had to use the bathroom," She stopped her movements and looked at his reflection where he glared back at her.
"Why didn't you take a guard with you?" He questioned and she almost told the truth which was that she had looked for Vinnie but hadn't seen him, but she knew if she had told him that Vinnie would get into trouble.
"I'm sorry Sonny, I wasn't thinking about needing the guards to go to the bathroom," She defended. "There were so many people there I thought it would be safe."
"And did you feel safe Trudy when you were in Miguel's arms? WHILE HE HAD HIS MOTHERFUCKING HANDS ALL OVER YOU?" He screamed as he threw the glass he held against the wall near the vanity. She instinctively turned away as it shattered. Thankfully he hadn't thrown it so close that the glass shards struck her.
"No," She whimpered out as she kept her head ducked and her hands up to shield herself if necessary. "I told him I was your woman, Sonny, and not to touch me."
"But you still allowed him to touch you, didn't you?" He spat out and then rushed to her and she fearfully braced herself for his attack but didn't put up a fight. With a growl, he shoved her around until she once again had her back to him with both of her hands supported on the vanity. Then he reached down her back and she recoiled and cried out as his nails caught some of her flesh while he grabbed and yanked away the material that barely covered her butt. Sonny yanked, pulled, and tore until the red dress lay in tatters at Trudy's feet, and she stood there quaking in just her panties and heels. He reached down and grabbed the garment from the floor, then he moved to his jacket and pulled out the napkin full of fingers. He moved to the door and yanked it open. Trudy quickly turned so the guards there couldn't see her bare breasts. "Throw these overboard," Sonny commanded and then slammed the door shut and locked it. Trudy's face crumbled to the sound and she closed her eyes to free her torrent of tears. He moved back to her and grasped her about the neck and she gasped for air as he tightened his hand a little. "Did you like him touching your ass?" He asked her as he backed her to the bed and then pushed her hard upon it. "No, correction, you let him touch 'my' ass because you belong to me. Every inch of you is mine, Trudy, and I'm the only one allowed to touch you," She cried openly now as she tried to crawl up the bed away from him but he clamped onto her left ankle and pulled her back down and then he pushed her onto her stomach. He ripped the red lacy panties from her body and then smacked her ass maliciously instantly leaving a welt and an itchy sting on her flesh. "Maybe I need to brand your ass, so everyone will know it belongs to me," He stated and she fisted the bedding in her hand and sobbed against them as she awaited the lashing, she was sure he was about to give her. But her complacency ended the second she felt his thumb poke and rub at her anus and heard the jingling of his belt. Her eyes bulged as she tried to raise up but he easily shoved and held her down.
"Sonny, no! Please don't, I don't do that … I have never done that. Not there!" Trudy cried out to him as she fought with all of her might to get up from the vulnerable position, he now had her in. "Please Sonny, not there!" Then she felt his engorged cock pressing at her backside and she became manic. "NO! SONNY PLEASE, PLEASE STOP, PLEASE NOT THERE. DON'T DO THIS TO ME, CROCKETT!" He stalled at hearing her scream a name he was sure he didn't know but it still sounded familiar to him. In his moment of wonder, Trudy snapped her head back and whacked him in the face with her head and he released her. She then turned quickly and pulled his gun from the holster and aimed it at him.
Sonny stepped back some as he looked down at the distraught woman leaning against the foot of the bed pointing his own gun up at him. Her entire body shook as she sobbed and stared up at him with broken and near-dead eyes. Looking at her triggered flashes of images behind his eyes. Trudy lay before him, tied to some table. She was dressed in a black leather leotard and fishnet stocking. In the next image, she looked just as she did at that moment, pointing a gun, scared and trembling. He was carefully coaxing the gun from her hand. A loud pop resounded inside of his head and he clamped his eyes shut sure she had just shot him. But when he opened his eyes once more, she still sat aiming the gun at him with very shaky hands, and he knew that he wasn't experiencing déjà vu, as he now clearly remembered the last time, he had seen Trudy in this state. It angered him that he had been the cause this time. He took a step to her.
"It's okay baby," He spoke low and gently to her while he reached out his right hand and placed it on the muzzle of the gun. She allowed him to lower the gun because she knew the second after she had aimed it at him that she would never actually be able to shoot him. "It's all right," He placed his left hand on her right shoulder. "It's me, it's Crockett," He said and she shot wide disbelieving eyes onto him and he nodded as he pulled the gun completely from her grasp. "I remember now. I remember everything. It's okay. Come here baby," He pulled her closer and her resolve completely broke as she collapsed against him and sobbed mournfully. He wrapped his right hand which still held the gun around her back, placed his left hand against the back of her head, and held her tightly. He closed his eyes as he relished her closeness while cursing himself for what he had tried to do to her and for what he had already done. But he swallowed that down to deal with it at a later time once they were out of the extreme danger, they were now drifting in.
Song is 'Hungry Eyes' by Eric Carmen
Translations:
hijo de puta = son of a bitch
Que te den = Fuck Off