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              “Mmm…” she let out a low moan and started moving around in the seat.

              “Sen…baby…you okay?”

Chapter 9

Jasenia

Miami, Fla

2 months ago

             
“What, what do you mean?” I asked my mother
as she stared at me with a blank expression on her face.

              “He wants you sweetheart and I need you to cooperate,” she said with her hand on my shoulder.

              I was sitting at my vanity doing my make up for what I thought was a business dinner with my mom and an associate of hers.
The plan was to extend her clientele.

             
Over the past few years I’d done what she asked and recruited some of the best money makers for her. The guilt that I felt over ruining the lives of women who once had dreams and goals was trumped by how much money I was making. My father gave me anything I wanted, but extra was always good. Suddenly, at that moment none of that shit seemed to be worth it.

              I made eye contact with my mother in the mirror. “So, you told him that I wasn’t for sale right?” Although I asked, I knew better.

              There was no limit to what that woman would do and at that point I was more than disgusted with her. If I’d never wanted to hurt her before I did then.

              She looked away and rubbed her hands together while attempting to make the lewd proposal sound good.

              “Jasenia, c’mon, woman up. It’s not like you ain’t never fucked for money before.”

              “You never cease to amaze me! Are you serious? You really think I’m gonna go fuck this dude so that you can do business with him?”

              “Uh, yeah! What if your father really cuts us off like he’s been threatening to do? Huh? What are we going to do then?” Her eyes were wide and she looked like a crazed maniac as she spoke.

              “My father will never cut me off. Just because he’s tired of taking care of your greedy ass doesn’t mean that he’s tired of taking care of me!” I shot back.

              It was clear to see that my words had fucked with her. “You’re gonna stop talking to me like that bitch! I’m your mother! Shit! I should’ve aborted your worthless ass! All you’ve ever been is a fucking burden to me!”

              When she grabbed my hair and pulled me out of the chair I was sitting in, I was stunned. She’d always talked shit, but never had she actually put her hands on me. I swung my fists above my head as best I could and landed a few punches to her face. She let me go huffing and puffing like we’d been boxing for twelve rounds.

              “I hate you!” I screamed enraged with anger. “I’m not going anywhere and I’m not fucking anybody for you to come up!”

              With that said I grabbed my cellphone to call my father. I had to tell him what my mother was trying to make me do and the fact that she had actually assaulted me. At that point I didn’t care if he killed her trifling ass. She’d never been a real mother to me anyway.

              “What the fuck are you doing?” She asked.

              “Calling my father. He needs to know the truth about you!”

              She gave me a cold look as she snatched the phone from my hand.

              “What about him knowing the truth about you? If you don’t do what the fuck I told you to do I’ll tell your precious daddy about the abortion you had last year.”

              The menacing tone of her voice and the fury in her eyes told me that she would.

              I rolled my eyes at her in defiance. “I don’t give a fuck. I’ll just deny it.”

              “Don’t forget that I paid for it, so I have the proof. Ha! Oh and how about the time he thought you were in Paris, but you were in rehab for three months.”

              A few months after the abortion I’d checked myself into rehab due to my addiction to Oxycontin and Xanax. I’d been off them ever since. Of course I didn’t want my father to find out about that. The thought infuriated me.

              “You’re so childish and petty!” I wanted to really hurt that bitch. “I wish you weren’t my mother!”

              “Well, I wish you weren’t my daughter, but what’s done is done right! No need to cry over spilled milk.” Her eyes were gauging my face for a reaction to her words.

              Did my mother just refer to my birth as spilled milk? Wow. Shit, it didn’t even hurt anymore. I guess I couldn’t miss what I never had; a mother’s love.

              All I could do was shake my head as I sighed. I didn’t want my father to know about the abortion I’d had, nor my stint in rehab. He would be so disappointed in me. For the time being I was going to go along with that twisted shit, but I wasn’t going to fuck anybody. Somehow, someway, I was going to find a way out of it.

              “I can’t believe you!” I hissed. “Do you feel anything for the child you pushed out of your pussy? That’s why I got that damn abortion! I don’t wanna be a fucked up ass mother like you!”

              She rolled her eyes and then clapped her hands like I was putting on an act.

              “What a great performance Sen. You’ve always been a great actress baby girl. Whatever you have to do for attention. That’s how you always got to your father. He was always weak for your ass. Of course I feel something for you. You’re mine. The thing is, I’ve never felt connected with you. Not even when you were a baby. You’re definitely your father’s child, but that’s beside the point right now."

              Was that bitch really trying to sweet talk me after she’d just attacked me? My father was right, she was a mental case for real. It was just a matter of time before her behavior got her committed. If she put her hands on me again, I was going to fuck her ass up like she was some hoe in the streets.

              “Okay,” I said softly figuring that letting her think I was obliging would be best at the moment. “Just leave please so I can finish getting dressed.”

              “Alright baby girl. Wear that sexy, red Tom Ford dress. He’d love that.”

              There was a mad ass look on my face, but I was trying my best to throw her off.

              “Oh, baby girl relax. It’ll only be a couple days,” my mother added that bit of information at the very last minute.

              It was another bombshell she’d dropped, just like informing me that I was supposedly sleeping with a client for her.

              “Two days? You gotta be fucking kidding me. I can’t with you!” I stumped off toward the bathroom.

              “It’s okay Sen. You’re getting half a million dollars out of the deal!”

              “No, you’re getting half a million dollars out of the deal. I might just get ten percent of that! What you’re asking me to do is not okay! Fuck you…mother!” I slammed the bathroom door, sat down on the toilet and cried my eyes out.

              Less than two hours later I was in a luxurious suite at the Ritz Carlton Hotel with a strange, older man. He was about 5’10 with a slim build and graying hair. It wasn’t that he was bad looking, but I just wasn’t into having sex with men that I wasn’t physically attracted to for money. That just wasn’t my thing. I couldn’t believe that my mother was treating me like I was one of her hoes.

              “Wow, you’re so…beautiful. I wanted you from the first moment I saw you. When Missy told me that you were her daughter I didn’t think she’d let me be with you, but…” His voice trailed off when he noticed the look in my eyes. “It’s okay. I won’t hurt you. Well, not on purpose.”

              I shivered. His name was Will according to him and my mom told me that he was a human trafficker. He ran a prostitution ring that had clientele all over the world. My mother wanted to tap into that arena and actually auction off some of her girls for Will’s “business”. The thing was Will didn’t trust her. He claimed that if she’d sacrifice me, that was the only way to gain his trust to do business. My mother saw dollar signs and I saw red.

              I wasn’t nervous, but I was anxious to get the hell up out of there. Two days were too damn long to be stuck with a man I didn’t know or particularly like. He took women all over the world and profited from them having sex. True, my mother profited from women having sex, but it was their choice. From what I knew about Will, most of his prostitutes didn’t consent. Most had been kidnapped and some were underage. After they captured them they’d get them addicted to drugs to keep them complacent.

              “I’m fine,” I said simply as my mind worked on a way for me to make a break for it.

              It seemed that I could simply run up out of there, but something told me that he wasn’t going to let his investment just sneak away. Something told me that he was going to keep a close eye on me.

              “Do you want a drink?” He asked hopefully. “Maybe it’ll loosen you up.” His chestnut colored skin was pretty smooth for his age, but his small, dark, sly eyes made him look evil.

              His way of talking was sweet for the moment, but I was sure that his true side would come out eventually. We were all the way on the twelfth floor, so it wasn’t like I could just leave through the window. Damnit, I wasn’t trying to fuck that old ass man for any amount of money. My thoughts drifted to my father and how he would be disappointed in me. Then I thought about Trell and what he would do if he knew about what I was doing.

              Instead of pissing him off by refusing I went ahead and accepted although I didn’t plan to drink it. “Sure, a drink would be fine.”

              I flashed him a smile and he smiled back before getting up. He had his back to me, so I was able to tuck my slim, butterfly knife in the waistband of my thong before he turned around.

              “Vodka or cognac?” He asked.

              The smile was plastered on my face. “Vodka. Please add some juice.”

              He turned around again and I heard the sound of ice clinking in the glass. What if he planned to drug me and take advantage of me? Just because he seemed pleased by my mere presence, I knew that sex was coming. There was no way I was going through with that shit.

              After making our drinks he sat back down next to me and passed me a glass.

              “I prefer cognac,” he said.

              I nodded knowing that I’d asked for vodka because it was see through. After pretending to take a sip, I sat the glass down on the table.

              “So Will, tell me a little bit about yourself.” I was still smiling all hard, but in all actuality I wanted to bolt for the door.

              “Well, I’m fifty six years young and I got a lot of fuckin’ money. That’s all that matters.”

              I went along with his attempt to seduce me with his funds. “Shit, you’re right about that.” After licking my lips, I acted like I was taking another sip of the drink he’d made.

              His eyes were glued on me. “Mmm mmm mmm. I’on wanna waste no mo’ time.”

              “We got all weekend right?” I asked hoping he’d give me more time to figure out my escape.

              “Yeah, but the plan is to use every minute wisely. Shit, I got you and I’m tryna take advantage.” The way he was looking at me was like a lion stalking his prey.

              “Hmm, well…What do you have in mind?” I tried to act sexy and seductive, but I really wanted to throw up in my mouth.

              His cologne was too damn strong and he wasn’t my cup of tea in the first place. If only I had the heart to confess who I really was to my father, I wouldn’t be in the fucked up ass position that I was in.

              Will grabbed my hand and pulled me up from my seat. “C’mon love. Let’s go in the bedroom.”

              My nerves were really fucked up at that point and I hoped he wouldn’t be able to see the bulge of the knife in the tight dress I had on. Damn! What the fuck was I going to do? Shit was happening too damn fast.

              “Okay, uhhh…I can’t lie…I’m nervous. My mom may have left out the fact that I’m not used to doing this. Uhhh, a shower always relaxes me. You mind if I take one first?” I tried to look and sound as innocent as possible.

              It must’ve worked because he nodded as he smiled from ear to ear. “Hell yeah. You can do whatever you wanna do. As a matter of fact, a shower would be perfect. I’ll join you.”

              My heart sank. Shit, that wasn’t part of the plan. The whole point of the shower was for me to come up with something. Damnit!

              “Okay,” I said reluctantly. “I’m a little bashful, so you go in the bathroom and get the shower ready while I get undressed.”

              He shook his head. “Oh no…I’m not letting you out of my sight. I already paid your mama and I’on need you slippin’ out of here ‘cause you got second thoughts. Don’t think you can get away with some bullshit. My niggas know where I’m at and who I’m with.”