Prologue
I jab my needle through the aida with more force than needed. Grabbing it from the back, I pull the thread through the meshed cotton fabric.
This piece of cross stitch art is almost done, but I’m not sure where in the house I want to display it.
A groan leaves me as I pierce up through the cloth again. Lately, things have been boring, but stabbing things repeatedlymakes me feel better.
You’d think being a hired killer wouldn’t be boring, but all the contracts, jobs and meetings are getting repetitive.
Maybe it’s time I hired a hooker for the three of us, someone from the club I like so I can whip them a bit. The flogger usually makes me feel better, too.
It didn’t last time.
I cast my eyes to Charlie, who’s perched on the armchair across from me, his laptop plonked on the armrest as he taps away.
He’s a carbon copy of me. With his emerald eyes, dark brown hair that’s shaved down on the sides and of course, the matching Glasgow smile.
“Yo Alpha, I’ve been studying the routine for that one job, but the only time the fucker goes anywhere without guards is to a whorehouse. The only people allowed in besides the clients are the girls, not sure how we are gonna pull this off.”
My hand scrubs down my face, the scar rough under my fingers, as I pinch the bridge of my nose and think it over.
“If you’re mentioning it to me, then I’m guessing you’ve tried every other optionand the only way to do this is to subcontract awoman for the job?” Charlie gives me a nod, and I huff out a breath.
My younger brother is meticulous in his research. Charlie would only bring it up if there was a problem.
“Very well, see if you can contact, what’s her tits?” I snap my fingers as I think, “Clover? Yeah, that one. She’s done some work for us before.”
“I tried that already Alpha, she won’t take it. I even reached out to Sugar, and she won’t touch it either.”
Charlie’s face twists in pleasure, but his gaze stays on his laptop. Bravo pops up from between Charlie’s legs with a gasp, wiping his sloppy mouth with the back of his hand.
“You know, this probably would be easier if we were women,” he says.
Charlie scowls at him and tangles his fingers in Bravo’s hair. “Get back down there,” heshoves Bravo back down on his cock and moans under his breath as B gags around his length. “You know, he’s not wrong.”
Grabbing the needle again, I go back to threading my cross stitch. “In case you didn’t notice, we got dicks and I look terrible in askirt. We wouldn’t be able to pass as women long enough to get in.”
Bravo gags again then pulls off Charlie’s dick with a wet pop. “What if we brought a female into our circle? It would help for jobs like this, then we wouldn’t be scrambling around like a dickless chicken.”
“It’s headless chicken, you moron,” Charlie drawls and forces Bravo’s head back down. The sound of slurping follows as B works our brother like a grade A whore, and Charlie thrusts into him violently.
“I’m not sure how that would work; the ones I know would never agree to work under someone. You know damn well I’m the one who gives the orders, not the other way around,” I say, racking my brain for a plan because B is right. Having a woman would make this shit easier.
Charlie growls in frustration when Bravo pulls off again. “We could get our own. I don’tknow about you guys, but I’ve been fucking bored off my slim jim lately. And I don’t care about chicken dicks anyway, I’d chop its head off and fuck its neck.”
Charliecloses his laptop and grips Bravo by the throat with one hand as he cranes his head back by his hair with the other. “If you stopagain, I’m gonna hold you down, and fuck your face until you pass out on a mouthful of my shaved balls. Got it?”
Bravo lets out a strangled laugh, but he’s turned red, and he’s cut off by a mouthful as Charlie shoves him back down.
I mull over his words for a moment as I finish the last stitch. “He has a point. We could get a random girl to join us. Someone who knows nothing of this world. Sure, it might take a while to train her up, but we could make a game of it. A sadisticMy Fair Lady.”
Charlie’s eyes flash with something that’s a mix of intrigue and sadistic pleasure. “If she’s our property, we can do whatever we want. It would save us money on the whores.”
The two of us burst out laughing because we have more money than we know what to do with.
I knot off the thread on my latest cross stitch project and hold it up. The words ‘Fuck This Shit’ are in the centre with bloody roses, thorns and knives surrounding it.
Standing up, I stretch out my back and watch as B bobs his head up and down our youngest womb mate’s cock.
