“Update my brothers. They will know what to do!” I growl as the bailiff takes me away.
This is fucking bullshit and has Radley’s name written all over it. Then it hits me. Rick and Casp said they were with Jacob Lee last night. What the fuck did they do to him? That has to be it. Fuck! I’m so deep in thought that I don’t realize it until it’s too late that I’m thrown in a cell and damn near fall on my face from the impact. I right myself and see I’m not alone.
“You okay, lad?” the man asks with a thick accent.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I respond, sitting down on the metal bench opposite him.
“What are ya in for?” he asks, and I take a deep breath.
“Something I didn’t do!” I respond.
“Aye,” he says.
“How about you?” I ask, and he smiles.
“I busted a lad's head in. Might’ve killed him. Who knows,” he tells me, and I nod.
“Well, shit. You waiting for transfer?”
“Aye. Whitestone Pen. I’ve got some friends there,” he says, and I nod.
“I’ve never been, so I’m solo,” I respond, and he laughs.
“I don’t know ya, but I can see you don’t belong here. Your eyes are kind. You don’t have it in ya to be in jail,” he says, and now it’s my turn to laugh.
“Don’t underestimate me. I’ll do what I need to survive,” I state, and he nods.
“What’s ya name?” he asks, standing and walking over to me.
“Harley Cyprus,” I tell him, and he shakes my hand.
“Finley O’Patrick,” he says, and my eyes widen. Holy shit!
“As in The O’Patrick Army in Ireland. IRA O’Patrick?” I ask, and he laughs, nodding his head.
“In the flesh. Stick with me, lad, I’ll keep you safe,” he states, patting me on the back and sitting next to me.
I never thought in a million years I’d be sitting next to the most powerful criminal organization in the entire world. Granted, he’s not the leader, but he’s an O’Patrick. Well, shit. This is about to get a whole lot more interesting.
Chapter 24
Presley
One week later…
My body shivers as Johnny’s tongue licks up my spine while his cock slides slowly in and out of my core. My eyes collide with the man sitting in a chair across from us with his dick in his hands, pumping slowly. My eyes shudder and roll, giving the man exactly what he wants. Johnny pounds into me harder, causing my tits to bounce as I tighten around his thick length. He growls into my ear, reaching around my hips and flicking my clit.
“Come on, Gumdrop. Cum for our friend. Do you like that he’s jerking his cock to us?” He groans as he snaps his hips and runs his thumb over my clit, teasing me. He must feel that I’m close, but we have to make this last longer. Our client needs to cum before we do unless specified.
“Yes, I love being watched,” I whimper, licking my lips, never taking my eyes off the man across from me.
“Hey, Matt. Do you want to cum on her tits?” he asks, and the man shakes his head.
“I want to cum down her throat,” he replies, but Johnny growls at his answer.
“That’s going to cost you triple,” he tells him, and the man takes out his wallet, throwing a wad of cash on the table. “Alright, I like your style. Gumdrop, you down to play with Matt too?” he asks as I moan loudly. This is the game we play. We make them want to touch me, but instead, they end up cumming before they get the chance.
“Fuck, Johnny. I’m going to cum so fucking hard,” I whine as he pulls my shoulders back and I pinch my nipples, pulling at them. Then, my fingers slowly move down to my soaked core where Johnny’s fingers have my lips spread.
