I lean against the bar counter and watch my Brothers playing pool. I take a pull of my beer and look at the club whores trying to get my Brothers to fuck them. Manic laughs, pushes Dixie to her knees. She undoes his jeans and pulls him out.
Of fuckincourse, it gets me riled up since I’ve been too busy to get some.
I take a pull of beer and walk over to the corner where a few club whores are dancing.
I look at Bubbles, one of the club whores. She’s cute, long dark hair, tall, of fuckincourse, big tits, and nice ass is nice on the eyes. She’s not too clingy and smells good.
“Bubbles, come here,” I say, taking her hand.
“Killer, I’ve missed you,” Bubbles says, running her hand up my chest, smiling.
“I’m glad to hear that. Show me how much,” I say, looking at her through narrow eyelids.
I run my hand down her back and grab her ass, pulling her close.
Yeah, I need to tap this bitch to release some stress.
“Oh, love, I’m going to blow your mind,” Bubbles says, falling onto her knees.
Bubbles unzips my jeans and pulls out my aching flesh. She takes the tip into her hot mouth, sucking and licking. She bobs her head and looks at me.
I grunt as she takes me deeper, and my eyes roll back. I feel the tingle in my back, and my balls get tight. I’m going to blow, butI want to fuck her. I look at her, slide my hand to her face, and slowly pull out. I grab a condom from my jeans, tear it with my teeth, and roll it.
“Come here,” I growl, pulling her up.
I push her against the wall, turning her around. I don’t like to look at them because I don’t want them to get attached.
I pull up her short skirt, slide her panties down, and thrust inside her tight heat. I pump into her, grabbing onto her hips. Bubbles moans and shoves her ass back. I feel her inner walls tighten around my flesh, and I explode.
One
Karla
Present day.
I hate when Dad has a fucking meeting with his top Soldiers at the house. I feel so vulnerable, and they scare me. These men are ruthless killers, dirty scum.
Dad doesn’t care how they look at me, and that tells me everything. Yet he wants me to remain pure until he arranges a beneficial alliance.
I grab the bottle of water and look around. The voices are coming from the backyard. The fuckers are drinking and listening to music.
Oh shit.
I walk out of the kitchen, run, pressing my bare feet on the cold tile, trying to be unobtrusive, down the long hall to the stairs. I run up them as fast as I can, and then I hear the steps behind me.
I look over my shoulder, and my heart stops. It’s the bastard Solder, a sicario who always looks at me. He’s the ugliest, meanest fucker. He grabs my arm and pulls me towards him.
“Let me go,” I yell, trying to pull away from the tall sicario Saul.
Saul is tall and athletic, with a beard, and in his forties. He has a scar on his face that runs from his left temple down to his jaw. He’s a scary fucker. This man is a mean son of bitch, a killer. My Dad’s assassin.
“Where are you going so fast, Princessa?” Saul says, holding me by my forearms.
“Let me go,” I yell, trying to pull away.
I’m so fucking scared and so damn close to getting fucking raped by this monster.
“Let her go,” Mario growls, slamming his Glock into his temple.
