4. Ruthless

“Arg, fuck!” Bruce growled lowly while May screamed in pain.

May's body trembled and tears flowed down her face even harder when Bruce started to move.

Not only was that Bruce killed everything that feels clean and innocent with every thrust, but he was also hurting her.

“S-stop! It hurts… Stop it, Bruce!”

May cried and struggled to no avail. Her wrists ached from the grip of the handcuffs while her body ached from Bruce's rought thrusts which continued without pause.

As if to deepen her pain, Bruce pulled May's ankles over his shoulders and slammed into her again with all his force.

"B-bruce! Stop!” May gritted her shaking teeth while trying to hold on. “Please don’t do this. P-please let me go.”

Bruce just laughed and seemed to enjoy even more watching her cry like that.

May didn’t know is she could hold on any longer. She thought she was about to pass out when Bruce finally slammed into her once more and shuddered.

When Bruce finally rolled off of May, she sobbed and she turned her head away, trying to make herself as small as possible next to Bruce's heavy body.

"You're just like I imagined, Baby," Bruce said with a big smile. “So sweet.”

He grabbed May's messy hair and lifted her head to look at him. With his othe hand, he then pushed a finger into May's slit and made her cry even more with pain.

“And your pussy really feels amazing,” Bruce said with a grin on his face. "Rest while you can. Sean only gave me one night and I intend to get my money’s worth.”

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It was dark when Stone finally got into his bulletproof black SUV's passenger seat.

Angelo sat behind the wheel, while Jet took the back seat. As the car started moving, Stone examined the map on his phone while the rest of his man followed in three similar vehicles behind them.

The new drug dealer seemed to operate in his territory near the Belosokov area. Stone didn't want to start a war with the Belosokov family, especially when he and Nikolai Belosokov had just agreed to a ceasefire, but he needed to make sure that the new drug dealer knows who was the boss.

Stone had been aware of Nikolai Belosokov's presence for years. With territories next to each other, their members often clashed, resulting in bloodshed. That's why when Nikolai approached him with a business proposition a year ago, Stone was more than willing to listen.

Nikolai proposed a ceasefire, with the condition that both families stay in their respective areas and not interfere with each other – a simple agreement accepted by Stone which finally ensure a little peace between the two gangs.

Nikolai might be an ambitious man, but he also knew when to quit, and so far, he had kept his word. So, Stone also understood the delicate nature of handling this situation.

After about half an hour, the convoy entered a luxurious housing complex with large houses illuminated by orange lights in the front. Stone glanced at the map on his phone before pointing towards the streets.

"Turn right here," Stone instructed Angelo, who was behind the wheel.

Jet whistled from the back. "No wonder everyone wants this area. There's a lot of money here."

"Yeah," Stone replied. "Bored wives buying pills off the street while their husbands spend it all at the strip clubs. All the money coming in goes straight to our pockets or Belosokov's."

At the next intersection, Stone told Angelo to turn right. The size of the houses they passed were getting smaller, but the area still seemed to be occupied by upper-middle-class residents, with their well-manicured lawns, flower beeds, and neatly trimmed grass.

"That last house," Stone informed when they finally arrived.

Angelo nodded and pulled his car to the curb.

“Okay," Stone said as soon as Angelo turned off the engine. "Time to introduce ourselves."

Angelo laughed while a clicking sound came from the back seat as Jet was checking his pistol to make sure it was ready for use.

Stone observed the house quietly while his men were getting ready.

The two-story house they were heading to looked deserted and inconspicuous. Its front was painted in a soft cream color, and there was even a fountain in the front yard.

It seemed that most people living around that house were completely unaware of their neighbors' illicit activities.

Stone turned his attention back to the two people in the car – Angelo and Jet – both ready for whatever might happen and waiting for instructions from their boss with cold faces.

"We're just going to talk this out," Stone told them. "As long as they don’t cause trouble, we don't make trouble."

Both nodded. Jet took out his phone and sent Stone's command to everyone.

Once the message was sent, Stone's people moved simultaneously. They got out of the cars and walked to the front door with a nice welcome mat underneath.

Stone unbuttoned his jacket before knocking on the door, prepared to draw his weapon if anything unwanted happened.

The man who opened the door looked younger than what Stone expected. He was around his twenties with punk-styled hair gelled up and a lip piercing.

"What the fuck..." the young man muttered as he saw a group of suited men on his porch. Though the tattoos from Stone and the others’ neck and hands indicated they weren't the police, it didn't mean they weren't trouble.

"Invite us in, kid," Stone told the young man in a low voice. "We'll attract more attention the longer we stay outside. You don't want your neighbors to get suspicious, do you?"

The young man stepped aside, making way for Stone and the others to enter. Once everyone was inside, the young man closed the door and shouted, "Hi, Pete! Can you come down here? We've got a problem!"

Hasty footsteps echoed from the second floor. A bare chested man in worn-out jeans ran down the stairs. His beer belly jiggled, and his messy brown hair looked like the man hasn’t shower in a long time.

Even before Pete spoke, Stone knew he didn't like the guy.

Pete's steps halted in the middle of the hallway as he saw a crowd of men crowding in his living room.

"Who are you?" Pete asked, his hand slowly moving behind, likely reaching for his gun.

"I'd think twice before you do that, Pete," Stone warned. "I'll consider it a threat if you keep moving your hand, and I don't like being threatened."