I shrugged, "They were boy shorts, they didn’t suit my skirt. Why? Is it distracting you to see my bum?"
He nodded, "Someone might see the other part."
I nodded, "Everyone has seen it. I had like seven doctors and nurses in the room when I gave birth. I was pushing in front of a mirror, with like eleven people total, trust me. People have seen it."
Servario grabbed Coop's arm, "Run. You want to avoid this story, at all costs. The mirror is only the start, it really goes downhill from there."
Coop looked back at me as we walked out onto the pier to where a small boat was sitting. We climbed on board, and Servario started it. He drove us out into the massive waves. I started to get nervous, gripping to my wig and covering my falsies, "This was a bad idea."
Coop pulled me into his chest, making a massive wind barrier. "That better?"
I nodded, "A bit."
“Put your underwear back on!"
I laughed, "No." Call it petty, but seeing him and Servario go berserk over some underwear was awesome. It was payback by the boatload. Coop looked like I might accidentally fall on a c*ck and let it f**k me. Like all girls with no underwear were just there for sex. I was fine without the underwear. The skirt went to my knees.
It wasn’t Coop I was doing it for though. It was hang-Evie's-ass-out-to-dry Servario. He looked hopeful, like I might actually let him fall on me and accidentally f**k me. Ha!
He could keep my underwear like a pervert. That was the last whiff of this he was getting.
I stopped my overly-confident inner rant and pondered, when was the last time I had changed my underwear?
I didn’t want to be known for anything that didn’t smell like roses… yikes.
We rode out to a massive yacht anchored at sea. Suddenly, I understood why Servario had not cared about the yacht we had been on. It was nothing, compared to the one we floated up to.
I looked at the huge dock and set of stairs, "I'll go last."
Jack jumped out, "I'll go first." He ran from the possibility of seeing my entire underside. Coop and Servario had a stare down. I pushed them at the stairs, "Hurry up. My ass cheeks are getting cold."
When we got halfway, Servario looked down at me, "How high are you guys?"
I gave him a thumbs up. He smiled, "Let's get the party started then."
I assumed that was his way of saying we were high and the boat was bugged.
At the top, Coop nuzzled into my neck, "I'm going to f**k the hell out of you later, when we are done killing shit."
I nodded, "Fair enough. If you gave your underwear to one of your exes and partied with a bunch of chicks who could see your cock, I might be mad."
He looked pissed but didn’t get a chance to say anything. The boat was a full-fledged party. Coop and Jack did fit in. Unfortunately, so did I.
Chapter Twenty-Two
It's just a quickie
Servario leaned into my neck as the helicopter started. He pushed me back and dragged a line of white powder on my chest. He snorted and licked it up. Coop started kissing up my arms. Jack was flying the helicopter. We took off from the yacht under the guise of joining the mile-high club.
I shoved them both off when we got into the air, "What the f**k did you snort?"
He laughed, "It was made for me; it tastes like coc**ne, but I don’t get a high from it. It has no effect. I use it at every party I go to. You should see the people who try it and say it's the best shit ever."
Jack shook his head, “The memory of the previous stone from coc**ne, acid, mushrooms, or he**in, and even ecstasy, can actually trigger an effect on the brain. Just thinking about it can trigger memories and reactions. It’s part of the addictions; our brain is trying to convince us to do it again by making us crave it.”
I laughed as Servario gave him a strange look. Coop shook his head, "Your parties are awesome."
Servario nodded, "They truly are. It's a non-stop orgy most weekends. The captain brings the boat to wherever I want him to. It's a good life."
I shook my head, "You are a health risk, a walking, f**king health risk."
He sighed, "We have rules about the boat."
I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, I saw a lot of responsible young adults making choices based entirely on rules. Good call."
He scoffed, "You are so frigid." I shot him a look but he ignored it, "Are you guys ready? This is going to be heavy."
Coop gave me a questioning look but I nodded, "I'm ready. What weapons do I have? I'm sort of screwed for places to hide them."
Jack looked back and shouted, "You could put them in your…"
Servario and Coop simultaneously shouted, "NO!"
Jack put his hands up, "Alright, I was just saying, it's an available spot."
It took me a second to realize where he was thinking. I wrinkled my nose, "Ewwww. Plus, what if it went off?" I squeezed my thighs together and shuddered.
Servario handed me two thin knives like the ones he had hidden in the couch on the yacht. They had slim hilts and sharp blades. He passed me a pair of knife garters. I slid them up my thighs discretely and pushed the knives into the holsters. They were at the tops of my legs, hidden in the pleats.
He winked, "I thought of everything."
I was sitting between the two of them, both staring at me. I frowned, "What?"
Servario shook his head innocently and Coop swallowed hard. They knew something I did not.
"Fuck, what?"
Coop bit his lips, "We're taking you in as a new whore."
My jaw dropped, "Why am I always the whore?"
Jack looked back at me. I pointed, "Shut it before I kill you."
He put his hands up and turned back around.
"Fuck, seriously? Why?" I asked Servario but he just sat there looking nervous. I scowled, "You’re against human trafficking. They're gonna know that you wouldn’t bring me there."
He shook his head, "Only girls, underage girls. I sell women… sometimes."
My skin crawled as I imagined his hands on me, touching me the way he would have a whore who he had sold. A whore who had once been someone’s daughter or wife or mother. I couldn’t fight the disgusted look on my face, "Oh God. Oh my God."
He looked worse, "Evie, it's just… like spies for the other guys, and you know, competition. Sometimes they’re daughters or granddaughters of bad people, as payback. Sometimes someone’s family is the only way to get to them."
I gagged, "Oh my God. You sell women into sex slavery? You sell granddaughters and other spies? Fuck! Servario, they were someone’s daughter or granddaughter or mother."
His hands came out, "Baby, it's my business. I have to be in everything—how do you say that? My toes in all the jars. No. I mean…" He was panicking. I grimaced at him calling me baby.
Jack looked back, "Keep your fingers in many pots."
I growled. Jack gave me a look, "Evie, calm down. You didn’t think the gunrunner and drug dealer was also into whores? Please. We all knew."
Servario pointed at Jack, "He's right. They all go hand in hand."
"Fine, I'm a whore. I don’t want to talk about this again, you don’t do it ever again, and we never speak of this. I feel like I might throw up.” I gagged a little and looked at Coop, “Why does Coop still look like he's going to piss his pants?"
Servario pressed his lips into a fine line for a second, "The boss likes to taste the merchandise, he likes a quickie. Just one fast one. No biggie. Think of what Elise went through for the protection of her father. She had been at that brothel a while before we got there. It’s for the greater good, really."
It took a second to hit and for me to realize what he was talking about. Jack gave them both a disturbed look. I started to laugh, "Uhm, you think I'm going to let him have a quickie? For the greater good?" I looked at Coop.
He shook his head, "If you can kill him, really fast and silently, without being recorded and alerting the guards, you can get away. The plan is for us to kill them all silently before they can alert anyone or tell anyone who is there. But you have to keep Karl, the guy who runs this one, busy. We have to stay out in the lobby, pretending to do coke and hang out while he tastes the merchandise "
"Stop saying merchandise like I'm bringing him a f**king cake. Say pu**y at least, okay? Wow. This is really low." I shook my head, "I'm killing him, so f**k that." I thought about it for a second, "How does he do it?"
Servario winced, "From behind. I've seen him do it a couple times."
I glared at him, "Does he have training I should know about?"
He shook his head, "No. He's a lazy pimp. He f**ks all day, he has no cares."
"He's got one now."
We landed on a roof. Everyone was certain of the plan, but I was desperately anxious. What if I wasn’t fast or able to kill him? What if he got his quickie? What if he was strong and raped me? Oh God. My stomach curdled.
Servario grabbed me by the arm. Jack and Coop came along behind us joking around, and I struggled as hard as I could.
The building was nice. I assumed it was in Maui. It was still warm and beautiful but we were in a city, a big city. But we hadn’t flown so far as to be anywhere but in Hawaii still.
The top floor was a solarium for the helicopter visitors. Servario pressed a button on the outside of the elevator and then slid a card through a card reader. I gave him a dirty look, “You’re a card-carrying member?” He shoved me into the elevator. When we got inside, he did the same with the card.
The elevator went down fast, stopping smoothly on a floor not too far down. The door on the other side of the elevator opened. It was a wall of mirrors, I wouldn’t have guessed it was a door. I guessed that was the point.
Servario dragged me inside. He gave a smile to a redhead at the front desk, like it was a hotel.
"Mr. Servario, how are you?"