Vegas Curves (A Masters of the Game BBW Erotic Romance) by Christa Wick Page A

locking immediately. As we speed away, Solandro's man takes off the sunglasses.
    Artificially blue eyes stand out against the dark brown skin and I know I am as good as dead.
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    Bloods drip from my chin to land on the silk skirt. Lifting my head, I glare at the woman who just backhanded me. She is blurry because the lenses I had in were forcibly removed before she entered the room. Blurry or not, I know the voice screaming hysterically at me.
    "I can't believe you fucked me on this!"
    More blood drips onto my skirt, the cut made by the small diamond ring she wears. The ring is new -- at least she did not have it when she disappeared a few weeks ago.
    Another slap lands, this one open palmed. My hands are tied behind my back so I can't block her. Six years have passed since someone hit me, but my body remembers. I move with the blow, lessening the force as I brace for the next one.
    Rose sits down, lights a cigarette then takes a quick drag. Exhaling, she examines the lit end then looks at my bloody cheek. "You've always been a fat, stupid traitor, b-b-big sister."
    The stutter is the same fake one our father used in teasing me as a child. Knowing there is nothing I can say to appease my sister, I swallow my defense. I look down and the salt of my tears sting my eyes and the cut on my cheek.
    "You betrayed daddy -- too many times to count." Rose leans closer. "Then you conned me into leaving with you because you knew you couldn't make it on your own."
    Yeah, like she's been a big help.
    She takes another drag on the cigarette, this one long and hard so that the tip glows a bright orange. Pushing her palm against my forehead, Rose brings the tip close enough to my cheek that I can feel the heat.
    "A fat, jealous loser as long as I can remember." She runs the burning tip in circles near my skin, never making contact. "A jealous bitch because daddy loved me -- not you. Jealous that I'm not an oinky pig, that men want me...want my body."
    Another drag and she touches the tip against a drop of my blood. The fluid hisses, absorbing the heat before Rose can burn me. She pulls it away, but the sadistic grin on her face promises another attempt. "Six fucking years I lived in nothing but shit holes because you lied."
    "Troy almost killed Tommy--"
    "Because Tommy couldn't get his shit together." She leans in, her spit flecking against my face as she screams. "He blew the biggest score daddy ever lined up!"
    "Troy blew it. He was drunk and--"
    Another backhand from Rose opens a fresh cut in my cheek. I draw a slow breath in. I need time. Luke promised to have eyes on me and somewhere in my purse, my phone waits quietly, its software transmitting my GPS location.
    Looking at Rose again, I feign admiration. "You set this up."
    "Not exactly." She sneers, the expression as familiar as it is hated. "I figured Solandro could tell me where daddy is."
    "Prison--" Seeing the hot tip of the cigarette zeroing in on my face again, I shut my mouth and pull my head back.
    "Don't remind me." She takes a puff on the cigarette then stares for a long second at its tip. "I told Solandro about the last six years. He said it was a waste."
    She snubs the cigarette out, her anger making her forget she wants to torture me with it. "A waste of you -- the wonderful and talented Queenie Lafayette."
    Snorting, she flicks the butt away then reaches for a fresh smoke. "Like you're something special when we both know you're not."
    A door at the far end of the warehouse crashes open. Solandro walks through it looking pissed and deadly. He stops next to Rose. She looks up at him, a sultry smile on her mouth. She licks her lips, like she is lubricating them for whatever he might offer.
    Her hand snakes up his thigh. "I told you we couldn't trust her."
    Solandro Ortiz is not a man who likes to hear I told you so. I'm sure he's killed people for lesser transgressions. For now, he satisfies his anger by slapping Rose so hard she falls to the floor. She stays down,