The Lycan King's Game

VEE'S POV

Tardiness was one of my best qualities. I am late to practically everything, my sister would always tease me by saying I would be late even to my own wedding.

I don't doubt that.

If I came to work on time I would have finished cleaning this room and would not have to endure the dirty, lustful look this old man was giving me.

"I would give you hundred bucks if you give me a blow job, two hundred if you make me cum," his face crinkled as a grin appeared on his shriveled face. A bout of nausea crawled up my throat as the old man licked his lips, exposing his toothless mouth.

I swallowed and flashed a polite smile. "No thank you," I replied as I made my way to the bathroom to clean it up as quickly as possible and get out of here. The down side to being a cleaner in a hotel, was that every dick and harry would hit on me and I could not do anything to shut them down. The hotel management would take their customers side, after all the customer is always right.

If I could, I would beat the bastard up with my mop stick. The man was old enough to be my grandfather. I might be broke and underpaid, but I am not that desperate to the extent of sucking on a shriveled dick. My twin sister would roll on her stomach when I tell her about this.

"Come on baby," his throaty voice came from behind me and I immediately spun around, panic crawling up from the pit of my belly. I made to run out of the bathroom, but his huge frame took up most of the space at the door making it difficult for me to escape him.

I picked up my mop, holding it in a defensive position. "Please sir, stay away from me," I shrieked as my heartbeat spiked.

"I can give you five hundred bucks," he said as he pulled his shorts down exposing his shriveled penis hiding between his balls and bush, a very unpleasant sight that was. I looked away immediately.

"You need the money and I need to cum, it is a win win situation for both of us."

He made to touch me and without thinking I pushed him, causing him to fall on his back. I quickly left the room, leaving the man and my cleaning cart behind.

Only when my racing heart had calmed down did I realize what I had just done. I could get fired if this man reports me to the manager. He was one of the hotel's highest paying customer, always booking the honeymoon suit for the weekends.

I considered going to report the man instead, maybe if I went first I might be able to save my job. I bit my nails nervously as I paced about the room.

Or I could just go back in and apologize.

Nope. I would never apologize to that psycho.

Instead, I marched down to the janitor's closet, where I hid until my shift was over. Then, I changed into my clothes and was about sneaking out of the building when my manager's voice roared from behind me.

"Vee, to my office now!"

Fuck.

I have only been to Tom's office once, since I started working here six months ago, and that was for my job interview. Yes, there is an actual interview to determine if you are qualified to mop floors and clean bathrooms while taking shit from perverts.

Tom pressed his owl glasses on his nose, while flipping through the paper in his hands.

"Sir I...."

"Don't bother. You are fired."

"What?" I squeaked surprised at how quick Tom was to fire me, even without asking what happened.

"You assaulted a customer."

"That sicko was trying to force me to give him a blow job!" I shrieked in surprise.

"So? You give your boyfriend blowjob all the time don't you? What is it with women and making a big deal out of nothing?" he put the paper down and looked at me for the first time since I entered his office. "You are lucky he isn't pressing charges."

There was no point arguing, I decided. "I hope you burn in hell!" I said and marched out of his office.

***

I got ice-cream and the cheapest bottle of wine on my way home. They were very essential for crying about how much my life sucks. When I got home, my sister was curled up in the couch watching TV.

"Hey babes, what's up?" she briefly looks at me before returning her attention to the television.

"I got fired."

"It was a shitty job anyway," she shrugs. Her eyes falls on the bag in my hand and a smile appears on her face. "I will get glasses," she said running into the make tiny kitchen of our trailer. I put the bag down on the table and go to change my clothes.

By the time I returned to the parlor, she was already eating the ice-cream. I collapse into the empty space beside Vera and filled up the two glasses with wine.

"What are we going to do now?" I ask, taking a sip of my wine.

"What we always do, survive," Vera replied, giving my hand a soft squeeze.

I sigh. Joblessness was a luxury I could not afford. Other children get trusts, inherit money and estate from their fathers, I inherited my father's debts.

Our mother had been so sick, my father had to mortgage the house in other to pay her hospital bills. She died a few days after our eighteenth birthday. Our father had been so heartbroken he took up gambling and drinking as a fun therapy, two years after our mother passed, he overdosed and died with a bottle of vodka by his side.

The bank took our house, and we moved into our late aunt's trailer. I have been doing a lot of jobs ever since just to be able to pay our bills. Vera could barely hold a job down, she wasn't much of a hard worker, nope, she was too pretty for that.

Even though I and Vera were identical twins, she was the pretty one, with her long, wavy chestnut hair and sparkly blue eyes and a smile that could light up the whole world.

She still nurses dreams of going to Hollywood and becoming a movie star. And she would fit right in amongst snobby actresses.

I, on the other hand, had zero fashion sense, my chestnut hair was always packed in a messy bun and the only thing sparkly about my blue eyes was the occasional tears whenever I felt overwhelmed.

Despite the differences between us, Vera was the best sister I could have ever wished for.

I placed my empty glass on the table and rested my head on Vera's thigh and she began stroking my hair just like our mother used to.

I had almost dozed off when the banging on the door startled me awake. I and Vera exchanged surprised glances. When the banging started up again, Vera picked up a bat and before I could decide whether or not to open the door, the door was kicked in.

Three large men stepped in, followed by an average man wearing one too many gold chains and frizzled blonde hair. The four men were heavily tattooed, one of them even had ink on his face.

"Hello beautiful ladies," the frizzled blond said, smiling widely and exposing his gold teeth. "You were quite difficult to find," he added.

"We already called the police and they would soon be on their way here," Vera bluffed.

"The more the merrier, right boys?" he grinned. I figured the blonde one was the boss and the huge men behind him, were his security or something.

"What do you want?" I managed to ask.

"What belongs to me," he replied.

I and Vera exchanged confused looks. "We don't have anything that belongs to you," I say.

"Oh but you do. My name is Valkor and your father owes me a lot of money. So unless you have fifty grand lying around to pay me, you and your sister belong to me."

What the....

VEE'S POV

Just when I thought things could not get worse, it just did. I always thought my father's gambling would get him into trouble, but I was wrong. His gambling did not get him into trouble, it got I and my sister into trouble.

Where the fuck am I supposed to get fifty thousand from? I have never even seen that much money in my entire life.

"Fifty grand?" Vera screeched, her eyeballs threatening to pop out of the socket. "Where are we supposed to get that kind of money from?"

Valkor strolled casually to where Vera stood, and traced his gun on her cheeks. "Don't worry about the money, I have a line up of men that will pay good money to get a piece of your sweet ass," he licked his lower lip, a simple gesture that filled me with disgust.

Without thinking, I pulled Vera behind me. "We will pay you your money," I blurted, surprising even myself.

Where did the courage even come from? I didn't even have a job!

Valkor chuckled dryly. "Okay. Okay."

"We just need a little time to put the money together." Shut up Vee!

"I'll give you time," he said, tucking the gun behind his trousers. "Hell, you can even pay in two installments."

"Thank you," I muttered while letting out the air I didn't know I was holding in.

"I will back tomorrow night for my money. You better have the first installment by tomorrow."

My eyes widened in shock. "Tomorrow is too soon."

"Or I can just take you both to my brothel right now. Your choice," he shrugged casually.

"We will have your money tomorrow," Vera finally spoke from behind me.

He nodded, then cast Vera a look I can't quite describe, but I suspect was supposed to be flirtatious.

Valkor walked away, with his goons following closely behind him. As soon as the door slammed shut, panick shot through me.

What they hell did my father get us into? How am I supposed to raise twenty-five thousand in less than Twenty four hours?

Without much time to sit around and sulk, I dashed into the small bedroom I shared with Vera, stuck my finger into the hidden space on the floor just behind the bed and pulled out my little saving box.

I had been putting some money away every time I got paid, saving to get enough money to get out of this wretched town, where only bad things seemed to happen to me. I should have at least three thousand dollars saved up.

I scrunched my brow as the box felt lighter than usual. I popped the top open.

My chest tightened as my trembling fingers dropped the empty box to the ground.

No, no, no. This cannot be happening right about now. I picked up the box again, peering into it to be sure that my life savings was completely gone.

Vera!

I dashed into the sitting room again, were Vera was chugging more wine down. I threw the empty box into her lap.

"Where is it?"

She looked up at me feigning ignorance. "Where's what?"

"Don't play dumb with me Vera! I had three grand in there. I am sure it did not just walk away."

Vera sighed. "Fine. I borrowed it."

You have got to be kidding me! "Borrowed?"

"Yes, borrowed. I swear I was going to put it back. But..."

"What did you use the money for?"

"I told you I had my eyes on this modelling gig that would have paid me a butt load of money, but to get the gig I had to look like a serious model. So I borrowed the money to get the clothes," she explained, shrugging her shoulders like it was no big deal she took my money without asking.

"You needed the entire money to buy clothes?"

She flung her hair out of her face, a simple gesture that made my blood boil even more. "Well, yeah."

I let out a frustrated breathe. "Did you get the gig?"

The moment she bit her lips and looked away, I knew the answer to my question.

We were screwed!

***

I paced outside the hotel, trying to put myself together. I had already practiced what I would say to the manager. I would start with an apology, and then beg for my job back, grovel if need be. I would even beg that fat dirt bag that caused me to lose my job in the first place, if that is what it takes to get my job back.

So why am I still hesitating?

I had to put my big girl pants on and go in. I sucked in a deep breathe then marched straight into the building and headed to the Manager's office.

I hesitated before rapping on his door. When I heard an irritated grunt, I pushed the door open and walked.

The wide grin on his face felt like a stab in my gut. It felt like going back to eat my own shit.

"Good morning boss," I said in the lowliest voice I could muster.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cats dragged in," he laughed even more. "Let me guess," he took off his glasses and placed it on the table, "you want your job back."

How I wish he were wrong. "I really need this job. Or a loan. I swear I will pay back every last penny."

"You've got some balls, I'll give you that. I mean you tell me to eat shit and you still show your face here. You don't seem so confident either," he got up to his feet.

I balled my fists, digging my nails into palm to keep my anger buried deep in my chest. This was my only hope.

"Get on your knees and beg me," he said, leaning casually against the window.

A part of me wanted to storm off, its not like he would lend me twenty-five grand which was what I needed before the end of today in other to keep I and my sister from being turned into prostitutes.

I dropped to my knees. "Please give me my job back," the words left a sour taste in my mouth. I fought back the tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

He shrugged. "I am a very forgiving man. Get back to work."

I could not get myself to thank him, so I just forced myself up and went straight to the changing room.

After spending the entire day, scrubbing toilets and bathrooms, my entire body ached. And my major problem came crashing back.

Where they hell was I supposed to get twenty-five grand from?

The manger might have given me my job back, but he sure as he'll would not be giving me a loan. I had to get in Tom's good books before I could ask for a loan.

There was only one thing left to do.

I slung my bag over my shoulder and marched out into the cool evening. It was a beautiful evening. If I weren't in a pickle, I would have strolled back home.

Instead, I got on the bus and rode to the one place I swore never to step foot. No matter how bad things got.

The loan office.

I filled out a form and walked up to one of the cashier's, an elderly lady with cold brown eyes, and a cigarette between her lips.

She took the form from my fingers wordlessly and scanned the contents. She glanced up at me and back to my form. Finally she pushed the form back to me.

"You are not eligible for that amount," she grunted.

I shook my head. "You don't understand. I really need this money. I have a job I can pay back every penny," I pushed the form back to her.

"You are not eligible for this amount," she repeated in a harsher tone.

I was about to say something, when my phone rang. I took the call as soon as I saw it was Vera, "did you get it?" I blurted into my phone, even though a part of me knew she could possibly have raised twenty-five grand.

"Vee they want to take me please help!" She shrieked.

My heart sank.

"I am here for my money. Be quick!" The call disconnected.

My lips quivered as I stared at my phone screen. I glanced up at the cashier.

"How much can I get?"

VEE'S POV

By the time I got home, I was drenched in my own sweat and my hair looked disheveled and out of control. But that was the least of my problems.

I pushed the door open. Relief washed over me as soon as my eyes fell on my sister. Thank God she was still here.

But so were the goons. And my place looked like it had been hit by a tornado storm. I raced to where Vera sat of the floor with her eyes red from crying.

"Where's my money?" Valkor asked harshly.

I handed him a brown envelope, which he snatched from my hand almost as soon as I took out the envelope from my purse.

He counted the money with swift fingers. Then as expected he frowned. "I said twenty-five G's. What is this?"

I tried to put on a brave face. I could not let him see how terrified I was. "That was how much I could raise under such short notice," I replied.

He chuckled, but it did not reach his eyes. I stood protectively in front of my sister, just in case. "If you could give me a little more..."

The sound of gunshot rang through the house. Vera's shriek followed next.

I could feel my heart racing inside my chest, as I examined myself with terrified eyes. When I did not see any gunshot wound on my body, I turned to Vera to see if she was shot.

"Consider this a warning. I want my forty-five grand by tomorrow. Else the next bullet will be here," he dabbed his index finger on my forehead, "don't tempt me."

He glanced behind me, at Vera who was practically whimpering, he winked at her and then walked away with his goons following behind him.

As soon as the door slammed shut, Vera pulled me into a tight hug. "I was so scared Vee," she cried.

I rubbed her back, willing the tears forming in my eyes not to fall. I did not want to break down, not now. I had to be strong for both of us.

"We should pack our things and leave right now," I blurted.

Vera sniffled as she broke the hug, watching me intently with unsure eyes.

I took her hands and gave it a light squeeze. "You know the plan has always been to save enough money and start afresh somewhere new," I said.

"But we don't have enough money to move. And my modelling career is just taking off..."

"You are gorgeous," I said honestly, "you can start a modelling career anywhere."

She snatched her hand away. "I can't leave. Not yet. Besides what makes you think those goons aren't keeping a watch on us? They could kill us if we tried to run!"

"They would certainly kill me if we don't have that outrageous amount of money by tomorrow!"

She sniffled and this time, a determined look appeared in her eyes. "I will fix this for us, I promise."

I raised a questioning brow at her. "And how do you intend to do that?"

"I will fix it," she threw over her shoulder as she went into the bedroom. Moments later, she appeared gorgeously dresses in a short, red dress with open back, and black heels. Her hair was hurriedly done and she wore a bright red lipstick. She looked absolutely stunning. As usual.

Just before she could leave the house, I grabbed her arm. "What are you going to do?" I asked, feeling genuinely worried. I had a bad feeling about this.

"You always take of me. Let me take care of you," she blew me a kiss and then walked into the night. I watched until she disappeared into a cab before I shut the door.

I tossed and turned in bed most of the night, wondering what my sister planned on doing and hoping on hope that she doesn't do anything stupid. Vera wasn't exactly famous for good ideas.

By morning, as I reluctantly got ready for work, I kept staring out the window at intervals, hoping to see Vera returning from wherever it was she went to.

Just as I gave up hope and was about leaving, Vera burst through the doors with a triumphant smile on her face.

"Guess what?" she shrieked excitedly.

I rolled my eyes at her childishness. "Where were you all night?"

"You can be such a kill joy, you know that right?" she tugged my cheek then proceeded to plop down on the couch. She stuck her hand into her purse and retrieved a small pouch, which she dangled in the air.

"What is that?"

"The solution to all our financial problems," she announced with pride in her voice.

I snatched the pouch from her and opened it. A pearl, the size of a table tennis, glowed in the pouch. I took it out and examined the weird yet beautiful, bluish purple object.

"What is this?"

Vera shrugged. "Our ticket outta her. Dan says I could sell it for three hundred and fifty grand in the black market. We are rich sis!"

I could not help the wave of relief that washed over me. There was just one little problem. "Where did you get this?" I asked.

She gave me an annoyed look, then snatched the object from my hand and returned it into the pouch. "All that matters is that you don't have to go back to that shitty job of yours. And we can finally get that fresh start you wanted."

I sighed before nodding slowly. She was right, I shouldn't worry about that. We will settle those goons tonight and first thing tomorrow, we will pack our things and leave this dreadful town. Maybe go to Manhattan or even Yellowstone. I have always wanted to go to Yellowstone.

Vera handed me the pouch. "Hold on to this in the meantime, keep it safe. Dan is setting up a meeting with a buyer this afternoon. Once the deal is finalized, I will come and get it. Alright?"

I nodded. "Fine."

Vera hugged me excitedly and then left. Again.

I went into the room and hid it under the bed. It would soon be over.

I was deep asleep when the sound of banging of the door woke me up. I jumped to my feet, even though I was still dazed from sleep. I managed to drag my feet all the way to the door, exhaustion tugging at every muscle in my body. I haven't gotten enough sleep in months, having to pull double shifts severally just to make enough money to pay some of the bills.

Before I could open the door, the door was kicked in, knocking me to the floor.

I felt warm liquid trickling down my nose, I did not need to see it to know that it was blood. I felt confused and disoriented.

Where they here for their money already?

Before I could even react, I was lifted up the floor effortlessly, by my shoulder.

I glanced up and found the most beautiful pair of brown eyes glaring at me.

"Where is it?" he barked.

"We would give you the money by tonight, I swear it," I shrieked.

He flung me aside, and I crashed into the center table, shattering the table in the process. Pain shot through my body, racking my senses.

"Search the place!" he ordered.

I couldn't even look up, all I heard were footsteps marching through my house and the sound of things crashing and breaking.

I managed to pull myself up to my feet, clutching my sides as pain shot through me.

The man's back was turned to me, but he was standing too close to the door, I couldn't escape even if I wanted to.

I made to pick up a vase and smash it against his head, but one of his men came from the bedroom with the pouch in his hand.

My heart immediately sank into my stomach.

"You think you can steal from my boss," the man with the brown eyes, said, turning to face me.

I shook my head severally. What have Vera gotten me into now?

"Grab the thief!" he ordered.

I tried to race for the door but one of the men grabbed me. I tried to fight him off, when all of a sudden a sharp pain rippled through the back of my head and then darkness....