Chapter 14 Peerage

Sinclair

She had never felt so drained in her life. Her fault actually.

-Greed is one of the deadly sins.-

And she had been very greedy. Not to mention lust and gluttony. Three out of seven. Not bad. She giggled. -Who cares?-

Nicholas was a generous lover and she couldn't get enough of him. After cumming in her mouth, he came on her belly after he humped her creamy wet clit, making her cum again and again from his play. He knew every erogenous zone in her body more than she did.

Sinclair shuddered from the memory. Looking around her, she sighed in relief when she noticed the diner only had a few regulars left, happily munching apple pies and sipping decaf. No one paid her any mind.

Glancing at the generic clock on the wall, her brows furrowed. Where could he be? It was past midnight.

Nicholas said he would be at his club with his friends. A nightclub? She had never been to one, she was not stupid though. If he was entertaining himself with his friends at such an establishment then there would be lots of booze. And women. Sophisticated and elegant women with lush bodies to die for. Unlike hers.

Her eyes watered. They had oral sex earlier. Would it keep him from wandering? Was she enough for him? Sinclair didn't think so. He wouldn't be partying if he was contented with what she was giving him.

Her mood dampening, she went back to her laptop to finish her assignment. Typing furiously, her thoughts scrambled, she sniffed her tears and took a deep breath. She couldn't do this. Be indifferent as if everything was fine. She was not fine with him going out at night and meeting club sluts.

She didn't want anyone bar him. Apparently, he wanted her and other women, too. Life was so fucking unfair.

Restless, she decided to freshen up before she went crazy with her thoughts of him.

Setting the machine, she brewed a new batch of freshly ground coffee before visiting the restroom to splash warm water on her face. Fixed her jet black hair in a tight ponytail and checked the device on her right ear.

If Nicholas will not arrive as planned, she will go back to her house. There was no sense in pining for him if he had decided to date his usual type of woman.

It was unfathomable. And disrespectful. He was well aware of her feelings yet he was only toying with her. Fuck relationships! So freaking complicated she wanted to join a convent instead.

Stomping her feet back to the counter, she halted. Her soft brown eyes widened in shock. Five very tall, muscular men stood before her with gentle smiles. Gorgeous was an understatement to describe them. They were oozing confidence, arrogance, and power. And majestic beauty.

Sinclair averted her gaze and blinked. Fumbling with her apron, she moved closer to take their orders. "Umm...coffee?" Her gaze landed on a familiar face. Her heart ached.

"Hello, my sweet. I'm sorry I am late. These are my friends by the way. They wanted to meet my beautiful girlfriend." She blushed heavily. Nicholas, her boyfriend, -his words not mine,- gave her a sexy smirk and gestured towards his peers.

She was not ready to forgive him however, she would not be bitchy about it and ignore his handsome as hell friends. "Hello, gentlemen. Nice meeting you all." She waved shyly, recognizing the doctor, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement, and the other one, with his black hair and forest green eyes, who also gave her a huge tip when he came in last week for coffee and donuts. Nicholas's other two companions she didn't recognize. A blond with gray eyes and the last one with dark brown hair and rare exotic eyes, the color was almost gold with specks of amber near the irises.

Flabbergasted because she realized she was staring too much, she fumbled with her apron strings again. "So...um...coffee? My treat this time." Sinclair mumbled. Four of the men nodded in relief and confidently strode to a big booth while Nicholas stayed with her.

"How was your night, sweetheart?" He leaned on the counter and continued to watch her movements.

"Fine. I finished some of my assignments." She answered vaguely, hoping he wouldn't notice she was not in the mood for pleasantries. "How was yours?"

"Busy." -I bet.- "Here. That's too hot. Let me help you." He carried the tray for her while she grabbed some pastries for his friends.

"Umm...These should go well with your coffee." She nervously served them, however, Nick grab her wrist gently and pulled her next to him. Releasing her, he tucked her to his side, his arm surrounded her tiny waist. She blushed and ducked her head. He chuckled deeply.

"Don't be embarrassed, sweetheart. We can serve ourselves. I just want to introduce my comrades to you." He beguiled with his signature tender smile he only reserved for her.

Sinclair nodded shyly, letting him know she was okay meeting them formally. He cleared his throat and pecked her temple affectionately.

-Okay.- Right this moment, she felt awful for jumping to conclusions and not trusting Nicholas. He was trying his best to make this relationship work. He was sweet and thoughtful and he was introducing his friends to her. Maybe he was with them the whole time, discussing business or sports, and enjoyed some alcohol to pass the time.

"The gentleman sitting across from you is Jared." The blond. "Next to him is Alastair." Golden eyes. "Well, you know EJ." Yup. The doctor. "And last but not the least, though debatable is Lucien." Black hair and forest green eyes. "Everyone, this is my beautiful and amazing girlfriend Sinclair." Nicholas ended his introduction proudly.

Feeling happy, she beamed up at him, and her eyes roamed his handsome face, tracing his features lovingly. She flushed when he met her regard and winked playfully. Averting her gaze, she looked down at his collar instead to gather her composure. Her smile faded. Just when she was feeling so good with herself, the devil harshly took her happiness away. -Lipstick marks.- She might be deaf but she was not stupid. He had been with a woman, maybe the lady had been perched on his lap the whole night. Blinking back her tears, she excused herself and hurriedly hid in the kitchen. God! Her life was a freaking nightmare.

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Human Trafficking

Contains Violent Scenes 18+

Darkness. No windows nor proper ventilation. There was only one heavy metal door, for entrance and exit. The air smelt damp and foul. Blood, feces, and urine coated the corners of the cages made with thick metal grills. A mimic of hell on earth.

Boys and girls, too young and innocent huddled together, bound by heavy chains on their wrists and ankles, seeking warmth and comfort. Tears dampened their hollow cheeks, their sunken eyes covered by swollen-shut lids.

The children were crying and whimpering, stomachs eating their insides with hunger, throats patched in thirst, body aching from whips and canes. Punishing their bodies out of fun, they had become entertainment for their captors. The pitiful young girls more so than the boys.

Screams and sobs could be heard from the showroom where the usual buyers were invited to inspect and have a test drive. Some made it. Most die, grateful for the peace death provided them.

Tonight was a special night. The predators needing boys than girls. Away from the group of huddled tiny bodies. A boy, no more than five years old, malnourished, dark hair long and matted with big icy-blue eyes, face showing no emotion and not the slightest hint of fear stared at the fellow captives before him. His mother had sold him for three packets of cocaine. Gave him away like he was a piece of rotting meat. He hated her. His dream was to get out of here so he could kill her someday. That bitch took him away from his father. The only person who had shown him love and tenderness. During his visits, his father would read him stories and tucked him to bed but then the police caught his sire and he went to the county jail. The boy was only three years old at that time. If only his father knew where he was, he would not leave any stone unturned to find his only son.

A harsh light blanketed them and the boy lost his train of thoughts. More terrified, the children screamed. "Shut up, you bloody lot! I fuckin' cut yo flesh. See if I dun. Fuckers!" One of the guards growled at them.

-I am going to slit his throat first.-

The body with blue eyes promised himself. "Riz 'n shine, scamps. Tam tuh git ready." And a blast of a strong current of cold water rained on them from a huge hose. Their idea of a bath. Another type of cruelty guaranteed to make the innocents lose their sanity.

After some time, satisfied with his work, the guard growled and pulled a drench, trembling girl towards him and smiled cruelly. "Lits have fun, darlin'," the tiny girl cried, pleading for mercy. Bald and fatty with a potbelly, threw his head back and laughed cruelly. "Dun fret. You will only suck mi' dick." More men tagged the wet girls to them, eager for their perverted release.

The boy eyed them with venom. -I will fucking kill all of you someday.-

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"That one," A well-dressed gentleman, in his mid fifty's pointed at the blue-eyed boy standing in the group. His buyer looked like a man one would meet in the rich district of London. Sauve and sophisticated. The man could even have a wife and children. However, his alter ego might have a lot of boys' skeletons in his closet.

The boy shuddered in fear. His face showing no emotion at all, he palmed the sharp metal in his pocket. He will go with the man without a fight. Knowing the cruelty awaited him if the man bought him. From the corners, he was witnessing boys being mounted and degraded by their buyers. He felt like puking his guts out, gritting his teeth, he lifted his chin.

When two of the goons dragged him before his buyer, he looked up sullenly, calculation in his eyes. Or maybe he could go with him. If he did, he only had the perverted old man to fight off. And he had more chance of escaping and find his father. Making up his young mind, he mentally nodded. Alright. He would behave for tonight nevertheless he would be vigilant.

"Come here, boy." The gentleman smirked. "I won't sample you tonight. I want my toys healthy and clean." His straight nose wrinkled in disgust at the boy's scent. He licked his lips as he assessed his pretty boy. Soon. He would enjoy his new plaything to the fullest.

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