I raised a brow at him. “I didn’t say you can’t kill, I said, wait for my instruction.” He literally beamed at me and I shook my head. “Let’s go.”
With one hand in my pants pockets, I approached the open doors of the white mansion, followed by Gian. In the foyer, I took in the two heavies guarding the arched stairway leading up to the main entrance.
Hands clasped in front of their dicks, black suits wrapped around thick muscles, expressions blank, their eyes a steady glare, warned me to back the fuck away.
“This is a private function. Entrance by invite only and all the guests have arrived,” Fucker One declared as though he were the pronouncer of death himself.
“I’m not a guest, gentlemen, I’m the entertainment.” My lips tilted upward in a Cheshire grin. “And we all know the real party only begins when the entertainment arrives, right?”
They looked at each other, doubt creeping over their faces for just a moment before Fucker One slowly shook his head. “The boss said nothing about entertainment.”
I sighed. More blood to spill. Great.
“In that case, you have two choices. Live or die. Either way, I will be walking through that door in…” I glanced at my watch, “about ten seconds.”
Gian stood back, his lips giving way to a smile that matched mine. There was hope for him, after all.
“Who the fuck—” Fucker Two made the mistake of stepping toward me. He had no time to register the lift of my hands, one on his chin, the other at the back of his head or the quick twist of his neck before he was lying on the floor, still gaping wide-eyed at me.
Straightening my jacket cuffs, I studied Fucker One whose mouth seemed to be permanently stuck in a gawk. “Live then?” I mocked.
He stared at me, his expression now contemplative—should he take me on or not? His body stiff, he moved aside to allow me entrance.
“Good choice,” I said, walking forward. Pausing on the first step, I glanced at him over my shoulder. “I forget,” I said casually. He frowned for just a second before his eyes dropped to the gun in my hand, tipped with a silencer. The single shot to his brow went off quicker than his yell. “I don’t give choices,” I muttered to his body sliding down the wall behind him, leaving a red trail in its wake.
Gian chuckled, following me up the stairway. Loud music filled the air as I reached the landing on the opposite side to where I knew those fuckers were celebrating. I could’ve easilywalked in earlier and made myself comfortable. That meant they’d see me coming, know I had something up my sleeve. Run before I had a chance to perform.
Where was the fun in that?
I liked surprises, especially the kind where I added my own flair to the party. Maybe redecorate with a touch of red to their cream marble tiles.
I paused, frowning, my body performing a slow turn. “Jesus fucking Christ,” I muttered, eyeing the different shades of green as I passed each room and the longwinded passage that snaked through the house. I might be a black and white kind of man when it came to décor but give me a fucking break with these unending green walls.
Finally, we reached the large entertainment room that overlooked a pool rippling with several naked woman. I counted six men in there with them.
Drunk, stoned or just plain fucking, the three people I’d specifically come to see, didn’t notice my entrance. Not until I unbuttoned my jacket, took a seat on a single couch, crossed one ankle over the other knee and placed my arms on the armrest.
Standing in waist deep water with a man seated on the edge, fucking her mouth, Helena was the first to see me when she pulled back, breathing hard and lifted her head. Any wider and her pupils looked ready to swallow her green irises. Then her pouty mouth slid into a wide smile as she waded out of the pool.
“Remo, what a nice surprise.” Her voice a sultry purr, she came to a stop in front of me, fluttering her eyelashes, her naked body on full display. Mayor Helena Garret was a beautiful woman and my mother’s age, if the latter was still alive. While Helena might’ve sucked my cock, her allure ended the second my sister’s tears spilled. “I have no idea how you got that DA of my back but my team’s singing your praises.”
She slapped her hands together, referring to the drug trafficking charges the DA had brought against her son. A little reminder from me about his wife’s illicit affair with a renowned judge–people talked freely at our parties–and he subsequently dropped the charges.
“You should’ve told me you were com–”
“It’s not a social visit.” When she asked for help, I’d considered her mouth perfect for an occasional fuck and someone to keep in my circle of known associates. Now, not so much.
“Aww, come now, boy.” She stepped closer, bringing her thighs to my knees. “Your cock might’ve tasted like addiction in its purest form, but I’ve been waiting ages for you to fuck me.” I raised a brow and she gifted me with a provocative smile. “How can you not want these?” She leaned forward, bringing her D-cup tits to eye-level.
“Because.” I lifted a hand, squeezing the supple flesh until she groaned, her lids falling half-mast. “You learn to know dirty, cheap seducers when you get beat with them.”
Her eyes widened, her body snapping upright, her expression turning foul. “How dare you?”
I chuckled, slowly rising. At full height, I towered above her, forcing her to step back. “How dare I what?” I growled, taking a step into her.
Fear replaced her confidence for a moment. “Dirty? Cheap? I am a mayor, Remo.”
“And that means what exactly?”
