MC Sinners Boxed Set #1-7

~CHAPTER 2~ | PAST

~*CHAPTER 2*~

PAST

“ D on’t push me away, snake,” Jasper hisses in my ear, as he presses my body against the wall.

I can smell his breath; I can taste it in the back of my throat. I want to gag. I want to hurt him, but I am powerless. I have nowhere else to go. I have no one else to turn to. This is my home, and these are the people that are in my life, like it or not. I squirm in Jasper’s grip, needing to get away, just for a moment. I know what he wants; he wants to fuck me against the wall. He wants to put his filth all over me. He gets off on taking girls that fight him, so I learned not to fight. Most of the time, he gets bored, others, he does it anyway.

“My mother will be here soon, with her friend for the night. If you’re here, what’s that going to say about the kind of service you’re running?”

He hisses, and I hold my breath, not wanting to smell him a moment longer. His dirty-grey eyes scan my face, and his grey hair wisps around his chin. I don’t know why any man would leave their hair so wispy; it’s disgusting.

“I might not get hold of you this time, snake, but I will...”

I know he will. He always does. All I’ve done is buy myself a night, maybe two, if I’m lucky. He’ll come back, and perhaps next time, he won’t listen to my attempts at turning him away.

“I’m sure you will,” I snarl, in a low, dangerous voice.

“You make sure your Momma brings in a good amount tonight. Don’t let her pass out on her client again. That no good piece of shit is startin’ to get on my nerves.”

“Go and find yourself some fresh meat then, and leave us alone,” I growl.

He lets me go, and the instant pressure release throughout my body is massive.

“I’ve got fresh meat. It’s you, snake.”

“You’ll never make me your whore, Jasper.”

“But I will, because you know as well as I do that this is your life, like it or not.”

“Not.”

He smirks, cold, evil, and then turns and walks towards the door. When he gets to it, he digs into his pockets and pulls out a bag of white powder. He tosses it at me, and I catch it in one hand.

“Make sure your Momma don’t get that ‘till morning. We both know she likes it for breakfast, and from what I hear, so do you. Make sure she keeps her legs open and her eyes wide tonight, got me?”

“Go fuck yourself,” I hiss.

“Don’t make me turn around, snake, because if I do, you won’t like how it ends. Get my money for me tonight, or face what’s coming for you. Another week with no food doesn’t sound too appealing, now, does it?”

At my expression, and the loud grumble my stomach makes, he chuckles.

“Thought as much, do what I ask, snake.”

Then he’s gone. Just like that. I stare down at the bag of powder in my hand. Sighing, I open it, line it up on the table, get to my knees, roll up an old five dollar note, and snort it.

He’s right, I do need it as much as her.

I need it because it’s my only escape.