𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞 | machine gun kelly

51

A/N:
okay, major trigger warnings for this chapter. please be cautious going in to read this part, it's kind of sick. also, wattpad is acting up lately ughh. it's been trying my patience i swear, i barely got this chapter out today. i had to change the font of this book title too because suddenly the old one i used was incompatible. stupid, honestly. anyway, let me know your thoughts on this chapter after you're done? <3

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"YOU ARE FUCKING ENCHANTING," JOHN Whittall's dense voice pushed against my ear as he gripped my waist tight, his mouth open as the man grabbed hold of my earring in between his lips.

His office had been promptly emptied as soon as I had sauntered in, precisely an hour after Trippie's jet had landed in The Bronx, New York.

I had went to my suite apartment first, meeting up with Noah and checking up on my son-who was still sound asleep since it was only 7:00am.

Trippie Redd, Pete Davidson, Lil Uzi Vert, 6ix9ine and Playboi Carti had shown up straight at Whittall's mansion with the captive, and they had filled the boss in on whatever they had needed to.

Machine Gun Kelly-drugged and inebriated-had already taken by Carter and a few other men to the basement to be tied down until the boss found the leisure to deal with him.

"I doubt that the job would've been done in less than twenty four hours if you hadn't gone, darling."

I didn't say anything, my body still as I held myself rigid against his touch. Not reciprocating, clocking myself out-pushing my mind someplace else instead of trapping it in my sixty year old boss' clammy embrace.

His breath was hot against my skin, and he reeked of whiskey and onions-the latter was his favorite vegetable to add to every meal he ever ate. My skin shivered in disgust, the hair at the back of my neck standing up as the panic stirred in the pit of my stomach.

"Tell me, was it harrowing?" He asked then, his thick hand dropping to my butt as he tightened his hold on it, then he moved that hand back upwards, running it over my chest as he pushed his palm against my breast.

"Seeing him again, I mean."

He dug his bald face into the nape of my neck abruptly, and I had to grab onto his shoulder briefly with one hand to steady myself as he pushed me against his table.

"You were worried for no good reason, darling. It turned out fine didn't it?"

The hand that was still on my waist dropped to my front, venturing down the front of the tight black dress I had changed into earlier. He raised the hem all the way to my thigh, plunging his hand underneath as his thick fingers brushed against the edge of my panties.

"He's just a guy from your past, is he not? He means nothing to you anymore."

He was wrong. Every assumption he was making was so wrong. But I had no voice to argue. I didn't want to argue. I was afraid that if I opened my mouth, he would find some loose thread to grab at-something else to make me do. I only wanted to go back to my apartment, make breakfast for my son, be there for him when he woke up, and pretend that the last handful of hours didn't happen.

"Besides, you have me, darling. I gave you everything he couldn't and I could give you more."

He hooked a finger at the edge of my panties and yanked the material halfway down with a single hand. Then he dug the prying hand inside, the hairy skin at his wrist and cold rings swiping against my skin, fingers desperately touching at my now bare sensitive area.

I gasped, shutting my eyes tight. My hands shook as I gripped the table with both hands behind me. He licked a stripe at my neck. Disgust overwhelmed me tightly, pricking into my eyes as they burned with tears.