Dance for Me

3

Six months ago, I'd lay in bed at night, listening to the midnight train go by. It would calm me down to sleep and after it went by I could hear frogs croaking and wind blowing. It was peaceful. I never had an issue sleeping. So since becoming leader of the Gemini Souls, obviously I had to move to Burbank to be closer, but what I didn't realize is that I'd have to move into the actual mansion with all the men.

Dirty, filthy, nasty fucking men. Sometimes I wonder how I'm even attracted to men based off their behavior but I remind myself, I don't go for their type. I feel like a mother hen sometimes having to yell at them to shower. Dishes piled, hoes walking around naked, alcohol bottles littered everywhere, I think I'm just going to hire a weekly maid. I miss my home in Chico.

Tonight is one of those nights. That Bruno was a decent lay and I want to enjoy the tranquility that comes after. But instead someone is downstairs banging around and I hear screaming. They must be drunk and partying because we don't have anyone being held in the basement right now. This shit has been going on for hours. I hold the pillow around my head, trying to block out the noise. The screaming needs to stop my god! Or they need to finish each other off already!

I sit up quickly from my bed, groaning at the disturbing sounds. I throw on a pair of pajama pants and walk down shirtless, I don't give a fuck. After I walk down the stairs I realize the sounds are coming from the basement. What the fuck is going on? It's supposed to be empty! We haven't tortured anyone for info in three weeks, we haven't needed to. It's not hard to sniff out a rat.

I unlock the door and grouchily stomp down the stairs, the smell of smoke heavily in the air. Ugh, I may have quit smoking but that smells heavenly. The screams are now muffled as I reach towards the bottom of the steps, about to walk around the wall to see what's going on.

"I swear to fucking God, it's 2 in the morning, all this noise better be for a good fucking reason! Who died? Who snitched? Who stole?"

Once I turn the corner, I feel my soul leave my body. That stripper, what the fuck was his name. Danny? Dom? No, no, Donny, no, Dante! His skin is drenched in sweat and he's standing up against the wall, his arms restrained around a pipe. He's almost on his tip toes for how high up he's being tied on to. What the hell? Fuck, he looks good up close all shirtless and in those tight leather pants. However, the fear in his eyes is heartbreaking.

I turn to Perry who has dropped the taser onto the floor and picked up a baseball bat, handing it to me. He smirks evilly and ties his long brown greasy hair into a bun. "See boy, this is my boss, now you really are in for it. Andy, show him what you got."

"Are you going to tell me what's going on?" I yell, the tall black haired man flinching with tears going down his face. And this has been going on since at least ten!

"I paid for this little skank and he won't put out! I'm out $600! I don't play nice with people who steal from me, do I sweetie?"

Muffled screams are heard behind the gag and he's staring at me with complete fear. This isn't the same confident sexy man around the pole, whatever the hell Perry's been doing to him is breaking him. I shove the gag down off his mouth and the most beautiful, hoarse voice leaves his beautiful plush lips.

"Please, I didn't accept your invitation! M-my boss never asked me! I barely ever do special requests!" His eyes glance from Perry to me, begging to let him go. It hurts my fucking soul. Wow, his eyes are a gorgeous shade of brown.

"Perry, it's not on him if his boss forced him into this," I declare. The one thing I'm very adamant about is consensual actions. If he's telling the truth, of course he wouldn't let my second hand man touch his beautiful slim body. I'll kill anyone in my gang if I find out they raped someone.

"Take it out on whoever you bought him from."

"Nah boss man, he's a little liar." He pulls out his pistol, Dante's eyes begging me to help him. He presses the barrel to his temple and the man's legs are shaking horribly. Tears are flowing down his cheeks as he tries to apologize. "I p..p... promise I didn't st-steal your money! Please let me go, I won't tell anyone! I'll give you my own money I made tonight p..please!"

"All of this would have been avoided if you would have just gotten on your knees like the little skank you are. I'll make sure to send this as a message to your boss, just in case if you are telling the truth."

"Oh god I'm scared I'm sorry! Please don't!"

I whack Perry on the side of the head with the bat and he instantly drops on the floor. I can't stand this shit. I just want to go back to bed.

I step over to the crying man who's hyperventilating. "You have one chance to tell me and I will find out. Did you accept his money and planned on not fulfilling your end?"

He shakes his head quickly. "No, never, I'd have never accepted it! I promise!"

Ugh the way his stomach sinks in while he pants, his beautiful abs, do I spy a happy trail? Wow this man is definition of perfection. His voice isn't heavy like mine but isn't too high pitched either, ugh he's perfect. I reach up and unlock his hands and he drops to the floor, his arms must be aching pretty damn bad for being up there that long.

"Dante, right? I saw you dance tonight."

"That's my s...stage name," he says as he looks down, rubbing his wrists. "My um my name's Remi. Well, Remington, but I like Remi."

I help stand him back up, dusting off his leather pants from the dust on the floor. "What an interesting name for such an interesting man."

I watch as his trembling hands rub some of the smeared eyeshadow off his face, no doubt due to his crying. "Nothing interesting about me. Besides you th...throwing some high b...bills at me today."

"Hey!" I laugh, "It was only a few twenties!"

"A few for you is considered rich to me."

I shrug, no doubt I'm rather wealthy. He looks at me and his beautiful eyes are so bright and big, I could honestly stare at them forever.

"Um, thank you for saving me," he looks down and rubs his wrists again. "I promise I won't tell anyone about tonight."

Fuck, I haven't even considered what all he knows now. Is he affiliated with any other gangs? I glace at his body and don't see any revealing tattoos that say so. God I'm so fucking tired.

"Listen, let me call you an Uber to take you home, alright?"

He wipes his face from the tears and nods, following me up the stairs. We wait together in an awkward silence until the car rolls up to the front.

Remi looks at me with his huge eyes, grabbing onto the hem of the shirt I let him have. "Thank you again...um...I don't think I ever caught your name."

I put a gentle hand on his cheek and he instantly leans his face against it, closing his eyes. I drop my thumb to his plush bottom lip that's been bitten into tonight and so bloody, dragging it down slightly. God what would I do to suck on that juicy lip. He wouldn't be able to say no to me.

"Andy, Andy Biersack," I mutter. "Stay safe my little Remi, I'm sure you'll see me again soon."

He nods, limping out the front door to the waiting vehicle. Wow, I've never felt this much pressure before.