“You have no idea,” he says, removing the masks and shaking the little folded pieces of paper as he addresses the rest of the well-dressed awfuls. “We thought we’d start with a bit of fun. Do you want to play a game?”
Park Avenue claps his hands in delight, and the men stop their side conversations. Hopper waves them over, continuing his game show bit as he passes out the masks.
“Okay, everyone. Masks on, cocks out. This pretty boy here will walk around with this bag full of pieces of paper worth anything from a hand job to his sweet hole.”
The men smile and leer at me, rubbing their hands together. I take a deep breath, keeping my doll smile in place.
“No peeking!” he croons as they draw the masks down over their eyes. “Let’s see those cocks!”
“Fuck yeah,” Park Avenue says, donning his mask before obediently unzipping his pants with his free hand. His wealthy fuckface friends all follow suit. Blinded by their avarice, they expose themselves while greedily reaching for their pieces of paper.
“Just select your piece of paper and hold it out,” Hopper says, snarling when I have to dodge a set of wandering hands. “After, he’ll come up to you and do whatever the paper says, like a good boy. Or girl. Sound good?”
Hopper’s dropped his game show act and murder descends across his features. Good.Yes. Calm descends over me as I take in the scene. This part I know how to do.
They’re all waiting, weirdly innocent-looking, and I finally understand the phraselike lambs to the slaughter. My cock plumps at their childlike vulnerability, and my muscles loosen, releasing the last of their tension.
Hopper opens his jacket, silently withdrawing two guns with suppressors screwed onto the ends in slow-motion like some kind of Hollywood action flick.
His hands are steady, and his expression blissful as he takes aim at Long Island first, sending me a wink before putting one in the middle of his forehead. He takes down the rest two at a time. As the bodies hit the floor, each dull thud is a vice grip on my cock.
Within seconds, seven men lie dead, and I’ve had to pin my erection behind my waistband. Park Avenue, the only man left standing, tilts his ear toward the sounds, stroking his pathetic cock with one hand, still holding out the piece of paper with the other.
“Oh my God, what is going on? I can’t tell. This is so exciting!”
Hopper gestures toward my willing victim. “All yours, if you want him.”
“Oh, I do.”
“Wait, am I next?” Park Avenue asks, sounding far too hopeful for what I’ve got planned. Fucking loser.
I walk up to him, and he smiles as I pluck the paper from his greedy fingertips.
“No peeking,” I warn in a lilting, heavily accented singsong, biting back a laugh as I show the paper to Hopper.
Appendages.
We share a murderous grin as I pull the curved knife from the sheath wrapped around my ribs.
“It’s a good thing Luca’s renovating this place. I’m about to make amess.”
* * *
“Why didyou have them take out their cocks?” Erik growls as we roll up the last pieces of Park Avenue in construction-grade plastic.
Hopper and I exchange a look. We hadn’t even talked about that detail beforehand, but I totally know why he had them do it.
“If I’d have just said, ‘Put on this mask,’ they might’ve hesitated,” Hop reasons. “Butmasks on, cocks out, on the other hand, sounds like a good time, and nobody’s gonna question it.”
“Found the missing finger,” Liam calls from the bathroom.
“Whew, that had me worried,” I say, jogging over to relieve him of the detached digit. Showing it to Erik, I tuck it in with the rest of Park Avenue and smile. “Didn’t mean to get so crazy.”
Erik’s jaw tightens as he turns to Hopper and Liam. “You two good with driving the bodies out to the crematorium?”
Liam waves off Erik’s concern. “Oh yeah. Our guys out there are great. We’ve got the whole process down pat.”
Hopper pulls off his gloves and plants a wet one on Liam’s cheek. “I can’t believe you bought me my very own crematorium.”
