Her Russian Millionaire

Chapter 4

Jalisa had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Muscles shaking, her breath caught in her throat. Ever so carefully, she reached up and cracked open the door. Once it was possible to see a sliver of what was happening, she stopped and pressed her face into the crack.

Broken glass was strewn across the floor, and it was probably the cause of the loud crashes Jalisa had heard. Marie stood in a tight red dress and kitten heels, her form shaking with anger. Stone stood in front of her, strong arms crossed in front of his chest. Erik was in the back, pinching the bridge of his nose out of frustration. The entire scene looked like a Renaissance painting.

“I held up my end of the bargain. You have two new girls. One is only fourteen; a lot of sickos would pay their entire life’s saving just to watch. The other is only eighteen, and probably a virgin from the way she goes on spouting about God nonstop. These are the two biggest cash cows you could ask for. Plus, the sisters thing might do it for some,” Marie insisted.

“You’re a real dumb bi*ch. I already told you: There is no bargain. What I say when I’m high does not count. I say all sorts of sh*t when I’m high. I tried to convince Erik for half an hour that fish lived on the moon.” Stone laughed in her face. “Fish living on the moon is more likely than you ever leaving me, babe.”

“Fu*k you. I’m never coming back here. I don’t owe you sh*t anymore.” Marie spit at his feet.

“I will fu*king kill you.” Stone said the statement like it was completely normal. He didn’t sound one bit angry, and that made Jalisa think he was much more dangerous than she had previously realized.

Marie lunged for the breadbox and Stone grabbed her and threw her down in the broken glass. Jalisa gasped in horror before covering her mouth. Thankfully, Marie’s screams of pain covered up Jalisa’s one sound. Erik hopped up and put his hands on Stone’s shoulder. Though he was smaller than Stone, Stone relaxed and stepped back.

“I agree with Marie,” he said.

“Ha!” Marie managed to say while trying to stand up in broken glass.

“The two girls should not be made into prostitutes,” Erik said. He glanced between Marie and Stone like he wanted to help her but was afraid to turn his back to Stone.

The two men engaged in a staring contest while Marie shakily made her way back on her feet. Bright red rivulets of blood streamed down her legs and arms. The woman threw her long blonde hair over her shoulder before turning on Erik.

“They are perfectly capable of being prostitutes.” She stood beside them blocking Jalisa’s view. “I picked them out to be prostitutes. Why the hell else should they stay here?”

“They can be employees of the bar. They just keep doing what they’re doing.” Erik paused. “You could bring up prostitution to Jalisa and see what she says. She is an adult and can choose to be a s*x worker if she wants to. I highly doubt she’ll want to do it voluntarily, though.”

 “No fu*king sh*t,” Stone growled. “You think any one of those girls wanted to do it? They all had either a fu*king tragedy like Jalisa or a drug addiction. The two will be working girls.”

“You would make a working girl out of a fourteen-year-old?” Erik sounded disgusted.

 “I’ll wait until she’s older before I auction her off.” Stone snorted a laugh. This was all just a game to him.

 “If I had to do it, so do they!” Marie stepped in between Stone and Erik and landed a finger on Stone’s chest. “I also expect to be let go.”

 “This bullsh*t again. Let me spell it out for you. You try to leave, and you will be d-e-a-d.” He sighed. “Drop it before I get really angry.”

“Erik!” she whined. “Tell him! Tell him that bringing in those two mean I can go!”

“The two girls aren’t working! That is final!” Erik made some sort of motion with his hands that Jalisa couldn’t see.

 “The fu*k you say! They are my girls! I do what I want with them!” Stone grabbed Marie and shoved her toward the couch. She stumbled in her heels and fell onto it. He placed a finger on Erik’s chest much like Marie had done to him. “Normally, you don’t care about the junkies Marie drags in here. Something different this time, huh?”

“These girls aren’t junkies. They’re just people trying to make a new life after their father died. Not to mention Nikita’s fourteen.” Erik ignored Stone’s physical contact.

“They aren’t junkies. Their poor little dad died, and they’re making a new life.” Stone mocked Erik in a high pitched voice. “Nikita’s only fourteen.”

“Stone, please.”

“Stone, please what? Not fu*k Jalisa?” He smirked. “That’s it, isn’t it? You like her. You just can’t stand the thought of another man fu*king her. Oh, I can’t wait to wrap her twists around my hand and jerk her head back. I like doing curvy girls from behind.”

“Cut it out.” Erik reached up and hit Stone’s finger from his chest.

“I wonder how customers would like to fu*k her. Hey, Marie? What position do most men like to take their prostitutes in?” Stone called out.

“They like to be ridden,” she answered weakly from the couch. Jalisa directed her attention back to Marie just in time to see the woman pick up an already open beer can and begin to finish it off. Blood from her wounds had been smeared around, making it look like she was wearing some sort of pantyhose.

“Wow, can you imagine what that looks like? Her body just bouncing up and down, working her magic all over other men.” Stone laughed. “Then they sling some money at her and I get most of it. Incredible.”

“I told you to cut it out.” Erik balled up his fists. Jalisa’s mind raced with what to do if they started fighting. Breaking it up herself would put her in danger and calling the cops was out of the question. She would just have to pray for Erik not to be hurt badly.

Stone shoved Erik’s chest. He stumbled back a foot before throwing the first punch. Stone saw it coming, probably purposefully provoking Erik to fight, and caught it. He twisted Erik’s arm behind him and pushed upward. Erik thrust his head backward, smashing his skull into Stone’s nose. He let go with a cry of pain. A thick trickle of dark red blood rolled down his nose and caught on his upper lip.