Page 40 of Justice

“No, keep going.”

Drake complies as the scenes change rapidly until he lands on a national news channel.

“There, stop!” Molly shouts, clearing the distance between her and the big screen on the wall.

Drake tosses the remote to the table as he stands to the left of Molly. On screen is a wide-eyed reporter pointing to a seedy looking motel behind her.

“What exactly am I looking at?” Drake leans closer to Molly, his eyes fixed on the cops walking around in the background.

Molly turns in his direction, her sad eye now full of joy. “That’s Justice.”

“The reporter?”

“No,” Molly shakes her head, pointing at the name at the bottom of the screen. “She did it, she killed Stone.”

Drake opens his mouth to confirm whether this is the same Stone who was arrested for aiding the warden when Laura steps into the office.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but Tobias needs you to send the jet now. He says its urgent.”

Drake looks back to the screen, the towns name on the side of the cop car is near the location he sent Tobias.

“Do it.”

CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE

Red watchedas Charlene and Brandi devoured each other, while Mercedes sat back on her knees waiting her turn. He’d used their attention for one another as a decoy, as he quietly inflated his penile implant. The little bastard had cost him a bundle, but it was the best investment he’d made in years. Once the fucker was inflated, he could fuck for hours, exhausting the three of them into peaceful sleep before he had to deflate it. His little secret had been his last purchase before he had to say goodbye to his love, Tymeless. It was with her in mind he chose to have the procedure performed, allowing a doctor to cut open his junk and shove a bunch of tubes into his balls. But he wanted her, and goddamn it, with Hawk’s help, he was going to get her back.

“Daddy, tell Charlene to let me have a turn.”

Since Tymeless’s departure, Red insisted all the hang arounds call him Daddy. He imagined her face and voice each time one of them stood naked before him, begging for a piece of a man as powerful as himself.

“How about you come and sit on Daddy’s lap instead?”

Mercedes never disappointed, willing to bend in half if he asked her to. He knew she wanted to be his old lady, just as Brandi did, but neither of them was good enough. Not like his Tymeless.

Charlene, however, had her heart set on Lightning, but he hadn’t earned her yet, and Red still had a taste for her. He was especially enjoying the look of her now as she ground her pussy against Brandi’s thigh.

Mercedes blocked his view for a moment as she came to sit on his lap, reaching for his cock and speared her pussy, as she began to ride him reverse cowgirl. All the girls he fucked knew not to block his view of the others. He didn’t give a shit if the position he placed them in was uncomfortable or if they had to diddle their own bean to make themselves wet, he was in this for his benefit.

He focused on Brandi, the sparkling jewelry in her nipples dancing in the light. His mind drifted back to earlier in the night when those tits had been fondled by Candy, the new piece of pussy he wanted to dive into. Closing his eyes, he pictured her on the bar, bent over with the lips of her cunt calling to him. He wanted to lose himself in her, fuck her so hard he forgot his own name.

“That's it, Candy, ride Daddy’s dick.”

He was close to coming, picturing her bouncing on top of him, those massive tits of hers hitting him in the face as she screamed out his name. Without warning, the sensation stopped. As he opened his eyes, he was met with the pissed off face of Mercedes, looking over her shoulder.

“My name is Mercedes, not Candy.”

Rage filled his eyes as he pushed her to the floor, “Your name is whatever I fucking say it is. Now, get the fuck out and don’t come back!”

Mercedes scampered from the floor, grabbing her discarded clothes and running from the room. Unfazed by the altercation, Brandi and Charlene continued to feast on one another. Red reached into the drawer beside him, pulling out the joint he kept there, lighting the end and taking in a deep puff. As he waited for the drug to work, to calm his anxiety and restore his Zen, he watched Brandi’s tongue dive in and out of Charlene’s pussy, flipping her clit with the edge of her thumb. Charlene was returning the favor, sliding three fingers into Brandi’s greedy cunt.

Taking another drag, he watched as the smoke billowed above him, circling and building until it faded into nothing. He could feel the moment the drug hit his bloodstream, as his muscles relaxed, and his mind cleared, giving way to the euphoria he paid so much for.

As he glanced down again, his eyes landed on his abandoned cellphone across the room on his dresser, the bright light signaling a new message.

“Brandi!” he shouted, or at least he assumed he did, the drug doing its job at making him forget. “Bring me my fucking phone, you lazy bitch.”

His head and lids felt heavy, his vision drifting in and out as he felt something cold placed in his hand.

---