Page 14 of Bishop

Kirk Zillerman’s eyes widened in shock as he found me standing in his house. He became frozen like a statue as his blonde hair lover rode him hard, unaware that I was there.

“Cry…Crystal!” Kirk screamed. “Get off! Get off!”

It was then I realized that it was the dancer I casually fucked most of the time. Crystal’s blue eyes turned and took me in and instantly panic settled into her eyes before he pushed her to the side.

“Zane, oh my God, Zane!” She tried to stand up.

Shaking my head, I stared directly at Kirk. “Wow, fucking a stripper when you’ve got that nice tight wife at home. And in her bed no less…”

Before I could blink, Kirk was sliding out of the bed, dick swinging, and he lunged for me. My gun went flying in another direction and Crystal started to fucking scream for all she was worth.

In an instant, the twins were in the room and stepping over the two of us as Kirk was trying to slam his fist into my face.

“Shut the fuck up bitch,” I heard Bo growl in between dodging Kirk’s hands.

Managing to dodge most of the blows, I finally bucked him off me. He landed going into the door, the sound of a loud crack bounced through the room. Getting to my feet I saw the door had swung back on its hinges, and had punched a hole through the wall behind it.

Searching I found my gun that had skidded across the floor and into the hallway.

Butch had a hand clamped over Crystal’s mouth and all that could be heard through the room was heavy breathing from that point on.

Kirk scrambled to get to his feet and I launched a kick to his midsection. Instantly, he grunted in pain as the wind was knocked out of him. I kicked the fuck out of him again and again.

“You’re going to get in touch with that district attorney,” I spat.

“What—-” he stuttered as if I could give two shits about what he had to say.

Dragging his ass to his feet, I slammed him up against the door one more time. “You heard—…”

Kirk’s fist came flying out of nowhere and connected with my face. I could taste copper in the back of my mouth immediately as I stumbled back and out into the hallway.

“I’m not doing shit!” Kirk screamed.

Bo and Butch were still standing a few feet away, with only mild concern on their faces. Crystal on the other hand, had tears streaming down her face. I wasn’t moved by her tears and could have cared less.

Easing down, I snatched up my gun and picked it up, aiming it at Kirk.

“I don’t think you understand, bud…. you don’t have a fucking choice in the matter.”

Tossing the gun around to where I was holding the barrel, I swung out and connected Kirk’s face with the butt. Blood sprayed and a tooth flew out somewhere on his perfect carpet.

“My toof!” He hollered, blood spilling from his mouth.

I grinned and corrected the gun and cocked it, the slide making a distinct click. Pushing it up against his temple.

“I wanna hear you say it, Kirk,” I grinned.

“Come on man…come…”

Shaking my head, I pressed the gun into the side of his face ready to just fucking kill him and get it over with. “Say you’ll call the D.A. and you’re dropping the charges. Because this little ass whopping is the least of your problems if you don’t. I got some gators hungry for some white meat, boy.”

Kirk had begun to tremble, his body shaking like a leaf on a tree. His eyes darted around to where Crystal, Bo, and Butch were. As if they were going to help him.

He finally whispered weak and shaky, “I’ll call the D.A.”

“And?” I snapped.

“I’ll drop the charges.”

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