Page 43 of Justice

Justice had been watching Marino as Tobias whispered in her ear, having her look close at the tiny dot at the side of his sunglasses. She tapped the side of Tobias’s temple, telling him she had a plan.

“What the fuck?” Marino challenged, “Of course I like girls.”

“Could have fooled me, Lightning. You’ve ignored the drink between my titties, watching Hawk as his tongue fucked my mouth. Seems to me, you would like to trade places with me.”

A loud thud shatters the silence in the room, Justice shifts her eye to the side in time to see Red’s face redden with rage, the barrel of a gun pointed in her direction.

“You better open your fucking mouth and suck those titties. The only dick sucking going on in this room is gonna be mine, and by that tasty bitch in front of you.”

Justice would have been intimidated by the gun pointed at her, but for two things. One Tobias hadn’t flinched under her, and two, the magazine was missing from the bottom of the weapon. Granted, there could be a bullet in the chamber, but with the way Red couldn’t hold anything, she doubted he’d be able to pull the trigger.

“Here, Lightning, let me help you.” Justice reaches down, removing the shot glass from her cleavage, and sets it on the table. Reaching out, she removes the sunglasses from his face and hands them to Tobias behind her as she takes her ample breasts in hand, guiding her left nipple to Marino’s open lips. “This is where you suck, darlin’.”

CHAPTERTHIRTY-THREE

Tobias placesa knife in the elastic of Justice’s garter belt where she can reach it. Turning his attention to Red, he watches as the older man scrubs his face with his hands, shaking his head as if ridding himself of the haze of the moment.

With one final look over Justice's shoulder, he snickers as he takes in Marino, all wide-eyed and overwhelmed as he lets Justice circle her nipple along his slack jaw. Wouldn’t surprise him at all if Marino confessed to being a fucking virgin.

“I think you’re right, Candy. This motherfucker would rather suck my dick than your tits.”

Rising from the chair and wrapping his arm around Justice's waist, he maneuvers them closer to Red and lays her across the table. Reaching for the abandoned shot glass, he pours the alcohol in the valley between her tits.

“Look at these bumps around her nipple, Lightning.” Tobias leans over, lapping his flatten tongue up and down the hardened peak. “It’s braille, says suck here, so blind motherfuckers like you know what the fuck to do.”

Red lets out a howling laugh, tossing the gun against the table and props his filthy boots on the edge. “That’s a good one, Hawk.” Red’s face turns serious as his eyes shoot to Marino and back to Tobias, “Maybe I’ll make you my new VP, instead.”

Tobias looks to Marino, as his pride gets the best of him as his face fills with rage. Pushing Tobias out of the way, he buries his face in Justice’s cleavage. She looks up at him, sending Tobias a wink as she wraps her legs around Marino’s waist, ripping the bandana from his head and spears her fingers into the back of his hair.

“You mentioned something about a proposal?” Tobias questions as he drops the sunglasses to the floor, crushing them with the heel of his boot, and grinding them into the floor for good measure.

“I did. Come sit and let’s talk business, while Candy makes a man out of Lightning.”

He huffed to himself, knowing the last thing Marino would be doing was getting fucked by Justice, he’d watched her slip a roofie into the shot intended for the old man. Pulling out the chair closest to Red, he flips it around, straddling the seat, and resting his arms on the back. “What do you have in mind?”

Red leans forward, his position mimicking Tobias’s. “I’ve heard rumors that you know a thing or two about counterfeit bills.”

Tobias looks over his shoulder at Justice who has Marino trapped between her tits, eyes closed as if in concentration.

“I may know a thing or two about the subject.” He responds nonchalantly.

“Don’t be coy with me, motherfucker!” Red slams his open palm on the table. “I’ve got a big job and no one with two brain cells smart enough to help make it happen. So again, do you or do you not know a thing about making counterfeit money?”

Tobias tips his head, rubbing the hair on his chin with his left hand. “I know there are a bunch of punk-ass kids out there who think they can scan a bill, copy and paste it a thousand times, hit print and make a fucking fortune. In reality, all they did was set themselves up for disappointment, when the feds bust down their door and make them cry like bitches as the paper is wrong and they spend hard time behind bars for making confetti.”

Red nods his head, “So in your opinion, it’s the paper and not the process?”

“It’s both. There’s no one right process, but there is only one paper.” Tobias tossed back, his limited knowledge of making counterfeit came from listening to Drake as he searched for someone who had the printing plates.

“So, if I could obtain both the paper and the plates, could you make it work?”

“I’d need to see them both before I committed to anything.”

Red looks at his face, eyes searching, for what, Tobias isn’t sure. Pushing his chair out, he leaves the room, heading down the hall, and returning less than a minute later with a large trunk in his hands.

“Here, let me help you.” Tobias offers, standing from his chair and taking one side of the trunk. The wooden box is surprisingly light as he assists Red in putting it on the table.

“This box holds everything I love in this world,” Red admits as the hinges creak in protest at being opened. Tobias would have been touched by his emotion-filled words if the man wasn’t such an asshole and hurting the woman he was slowly falling for.

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