"I can fuck you for dinner and kill you for breakfast. I can fuck you now if I want to, and you won't be able to resist, that's because you are just an available dick to me." She smiled menacingly. " So don't think that that one night meant a thing to me." She stated.He shivered, his heart dropped, not that he was expecting anything by inviting a girl to his hotel room, but after knowing who that girl was, he somehow wanted to think that their time meant something to her…or else, why chose to get in bed with him as the best way to make her come back."I don't let my boyfriend's fuck me, I let them make love to me!" She tiptoed and attacked his lips with her warm moist mouth.He was just too stunned to react, but by the time he decided to open his mouth and reciprocate the kiss, she broke it and immediately left for the door. He had not recovered from her verbal assault, now this? Shit!He smiled when she left. "I guess you do not need any help then." He shook his head and touched h
Pops stood up and welcomed Fabiola in a tight hug.She relaxed in the comfort of his arms. He was an old plumbed man with a developing pot belly and overgrown greyish dotted beard covering the line of his mouth, but his handsomeness was still no doubt unable to be concealed.He could kill for his cigar and whiskey or vodka. He had a permanent strong scent that she'd gotten used to already… "I miss you Pops." She wrapped her arms around him and whispered with a cute pout. This was the only place where she could be herself and not have to pretend. She could let go of her pain and break her shell because she knew that she couldn't be any safer anywhere else on the planet except here__in his arms."It's been just a couple of weeks." Pops said with a soft chuckle."A couple of weeks and four days, that's a long time." She complained."We've been apart longer than that," "Yeah, but in different towns or countries, not in the same town." She argued. "You are beginning to sound as if I mea
"Come with me," Dom offered."Don't boss me around, I know my way around." She said, going back to her hostile tone. Dom rolled his eyes at her.They went through the shelf door, it led to a completely different world underground as they took the descending stairs__not that either of them weren't familiar with the scenario.They passed the dimly lit tunnels, bypassing numerous rooms, each built for different purposes…storage, experiments, target practice and the list continues."How is Carl?" Fabiola asked as they took another turn leading to what seemed like the end of the burrow. The rooms or stalls here were much smaller and barely lit."He is…." Dom paused, thinking of the perfect word to describe Carl. "...Just Carl, I do not know how to describe him. But he is just the same as always." Dom said."You got any idea on what he is working on, I mean, like the reason why he is presently in Limesville?" She pressed, trying to siphon information from Dom."Nahh, but I heard word flyi
"So then, why did you come after me that night?" She asked."Because My Boss asked for you, and he's gonna get you whether you like it or not." He gave her a bloody smile, but she remained unfazed."Dom?" She called, " Give us some privacy, would you?" She said without turning to gauge the men in the room."Are you sure?" Dominique asked with worry in his voice."Yes, step out." She ordered."Aight, I'll be around the corner." He said as he backed out, accompanied by the other dudes."Nah, go do ya shit, I'll take care of buddy here." She turned to face Dom.He narrowed his eyes on her."Chill, he'll be alive… I promise." She said guiltily. She had no intention of killing nobody today."Aight, appelle moi si tu me besoin." (Call me if you need me). She nodded."Where can I find him then?" She directed her question to the Cartel scapegoat."You don't find him, he finds you." He stated bluntly in a shallow voice coated with pain."Don't tell me that bullshit! You'd better help me help
"Hmm, well, we'll investigate who ate your mangoes, but first, I need both of you to tell me what happened that night." Pops said, changing the topic.The jovial atmosphere became dense and rigid all of a sudden.Fabiola and Carl exchanged looks. They both knew the night which Pops was referring to.They obediently took their seats opposite Pops, sitting like students in military training."So who's starting? Fabiola?" He looked at Fabby."Tell me what happened that night." He spoke softly, as usual.They both knew the man behind that familiar soft voice."Got home really hungry, I went out to grab a bite and noticed that I was being followed. I wasn't sure if they were following randomly or it was planned, so I decided to Walk past my house and try to lose them." She summarized the events that night."Did they hurt you?" Pops asked with genuine concern."They did not get the chance." She said confidently.Carl smiled."That's My girl." Pops praised."Now, why did neither of you tell
**** WARNING **** MATURED CONTENTAnother girl was giving a man dressed in a suit a good blowjob."A beautiful girl is not supposed to be on her own." A voice said beside her. The owner of the voice grabbed her butt and squeezed it.She moaned and bit her lower lip seductively as she turned to look at the face.He was handsome and tall no doubt… and pretty high too. He'd probably been drinking all night.She did not care though, she needed company so as to appear less conspicuous."What do you say you keep me company?" She asked back with a broad sexy smile."A shot for the lady and I." He ordered.He led her to another room, it was sparse and more fancy, holding fewer people.As usual, there were strippers dancing in front of every man."Have a seat." He ushered her to a free table. It was a little bit isolated."Thank you." She flashed him a smile.Why is a beautiful girl like you all alone in a place like this?" He asked.She sipped her whiskey."What is a handsome guy like you d
She continued to scan the vicinity until her eyes landed on a familiar face."Brantley?" She whispered in shock, good thing the music was high so Frost could not get her."Have a seat." She peeled her eyes away from Brant only when Frost spoke. She had no idea when they crossed the room. Luckily they were not beside Brant or in the line of his eye either. He had his eyes glued to the girl twerking in front of him."What do you think of her?" Frost tugged a few strands of her hair behind her ear as he spoke to a well built man seated beside her. She sat in-between both men."She's pretty, very pretty." He said with a deep masculine voice. 'He must be Monty.' she thought."She is searching for a job." Frost said to the muscular guy."I never got your name by the way." He turned to her."Phoebe, Phoebe Crust." She said with a smile. That was her favorite pretext name, and coincidentally, it would alway pop up when she was this blonde."Phoebe, Monty." Frost introduced briefly.Just as
"One arm to go, next…." She taunted."I fuckin' get it, bitch." Monty yelled through gritted teeth.He held his dangling hand diligently. His face was coated with pain."What did you say about girls?" She gulped down from the bottle again, ignoring the eyes on her."You fuckin' broke my arm!" He yelled."Just one, you requested for broken bones." She said nonchalantly, "Oh, and I only dislocated it," she said proudly."Fuck you," he groaned in pain."I can fix it if you want." She offered proudly."You'll pay for this!" "What insolence!" She clicked her tongue, drinking from the bottle once more. She emptied it, given the fact that some had spilled earlier."Come, let's go." She turned to Frost who was actually looking like frost."Are you ok?" She asked with genuine concern. Monty was still grunting by her feet. Only the music could be heard in the room. For a second there, she had completely forgotten about Brant."Uh-huh, I'm fine." Frost replied absentmindedly, finally closing