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I snort.

“Motherfucker! I said I want a fair fight! You a coward? Think I’ll waste you? Come on. Untie me. Let’s do this!”

Biting my bottom lip, I stave off a pleased smile. This guy’s got guts, I’ll give him that. Might’ve gotten his wish had Big been the one to come say hello.

When Fatty doesn’t get his desired response, he loses his shit. Gripping the thick chains in his fists, he yanks and twists them to no avail, attempting to get closer. Not giving up, he kicks out and fails to connect with anything but air. Still, I remain in place as he has the adult equivalent of a toddler’s temper tantrum, cursing like a biker, floppin’ his blubber and puny cock every which way. It don’t take long for him to breathe heavily. The police-grade cuffs dig into his wrists, trickling blood down his forearms.

“Argh! Come on! Let’s fight!”

Unimpressed by his antics, I pull a small knife from my front pocket, flick it open with my thumb, and stab it into his left pec. When it hits bone, I keep going. Fatty Trafficker screams in surprise, then tries to scurry backward, but the chains don’t let him get far. I drive forward, burying steel to the hilt. Eyes roll into the back of his skull before he passes out from the pain. Don’t worry, I didn’t kill him. No major vessels have been nicked. Close, but no dice. That’s Big’s MO, and I’m not about to steal it from him. This should shut the fuckwad up for a while. Maybe collapse his lung. No biggy. He’ll survive long enough to die later.

Not wanting to inflict further damage, I extract the blade, toss it in the corner for Malcolm to clean later, and climb the steps back to the main floor.

The prospect is waiting on me like a good bitch at the top. “So?”

The doorclicksshut behind me before I speak. “Make sure Big gets his time with the fat one in the next hour, two tops. If he wants to end the other’s life, he’d better do it now. The guy might be dead already.”

“Dead? Big said not to let either of them die on my watch.” Malcolm trembles, hands shaking down at his sides.

I shrug. “Not my problem.”

“Gunz, he’s gonna kill me.” His voice cracks.

“Naw.” I pat the probies back. “He won’t kill ya. Just rough ya up a bit.” Leaving the prospect to deal, I navigate the halls ‘til I reach the steel door of my bedroom.

Fishing the loose key from my pocket, I let myself in, ready to get my fuck on.

Sure enough, there Niki lies all trussed up with those lovely, bare tits ripe for the sucking as dark hair spills over the pillow. Her lean legs are spread eagle, thanks to the padded restraints cuffed around each ankle. Her wrists, done up the same. Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. My favorite way to be greeted—cunt ready and willing. This is my idea of a perfect night.

“Gunz!” my favorite club whore gasps. A giant smile she reserves just for me steals across that beautiful face.

I lean a shoulder against the doorjamb, leaving it open for anyone who might wanna watch or join in. We’re not shy. “Hey.” I adjust my erection to keep it from pinching. One look, and he’s rarin’ to go. Whoever said ED happens to us fifty-somethings hasn’t met me.

Niki wriggles on the bed, excited to get started. “Please.”

“Please what?” I smirk, stroking my gray goatee as I indulge in Niki’s palpable need. It’s sweet, like fresh cherries and whipped cream.

Eager for touch, she tugs on the restraints, those eyes begging me to do naughty, naughty things to that body. “Fuck me. Dear God, fuck me! I need it.”

“Youneedmycock?”

“Yes! God! Yes!”

Satisfied by her reaction, I push off the frame, stride to the bed, and stuff two fingers into her sopping wet cunt. Niki squeals in delight, her back arching off the mattress, tits jiggling. Adorable pink polished toes curl as her mouth drops open in the sexiest moan. Bet half the brothers hear her over the music.

’Cause I love her slick walls, I fuck her on my hand ‘til she’s writhing, ready to lose her goddamn mind. It doesn’t take long. The girl comes like a champ.

“Gunz! Please!” She’s on the precipice, but I’ve got other plans.

Withdrawing my fingers, I unfasten my SS buckle and jeans. My cock forces his way out of my boxers through the slit, eager for sex. Damn, my piercing is already coated in precum. I swipe the dew away with my thumb. Niki watches it all, her gaze hungry for action.

“You want this?” I show her the bead on the pad of my finger.

That sweet, sweet whore plays right along, licking her lips, nodding like an overeager bobblehead. “Please,” she rasps.

The nice guy I usually am wants to give in to her desires. The bad one that comes out to play in the bedroom refuses to be good. Eyes on hers, I suck the precum into my mouth and moan, savoring the taste on my tongue. It never gets old.

Niki glares as I continue to relish the tang.

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