We had men in place in the other known locations, in Kiev, Chechnya, Bosnia; even Kabul of all places. That cesspit is the last place you'd expect to hear of such things seeing as how they try to convince the world that they're such righteous upstanding men; lying fucks, they're just as depraved as the next guy. I had to time my hit perfectly to coincide with the others, which shouldn't be a problem since we'd done this shit before. Different locations, different faces, same sick crime. While the rest of the world was sidetracked with bullshit smokescreens, the children of the future were being exploited in some of the most despicable ways known to man. I stayed in the van three houses down in the dark as I waited for the go ahead from the others. Once they were in place I'll make my move and be out of here in a matter of minutes. Then I had to hang around and clean out the nest that my men had found with the other children that were being held in containers waiting to

I'm sure the vision would've haunted me for the rest of my life. As it stands, I don't think I'll ever forget this either, but at least I was spared that atrocity. I didn't need my imagination to remind me of just what he would've felt as he...fuck this. I made my way to the bedroom with my weapon drawn. I guess I knew what I was going to do after all. I'll think about cleanup later, right now I wanted to make her pay. I barely spared Cierra's sleeping form, a glance before making my way to the other side of the bed. I'll deal with her cheating ass later. I pressed my gun to his head, wondering what kind of man slept with the covers pulled up over his head like a bitch. My whistle in the still of the night followed by the sudden feel of cold hard steel against the back of his head soon roused him, and Cierra wasn't far behind. "Get the fuck up.""Hank?" She was rubbing her eyes and blinking from the glare of the light I had trained on them. "Quiet, I'll deal

She was perfection. We were perfection together. Her pussy grabbed my cock like it was made to fit me, only me. The thought of losing this, giving it up for any reason was anathema. All the rash emotions I'd felt earlier came rushing back and I appreciated just how close I'd come to losing her before we'd even had the chance to... I stopped moving and waited until she did the same. I had something to say and I needed her full attention so there would be no mistake going forward. "If you ever give what's mine to someone else I'll kill you. If you ever even think of it it'll be the same. I came damn close tonight and, I don't ever want to visit that place again in this fucking lifetime. So I repeat, don't ever betray me Cierra. Nod your head so I know you understand." I eased up on my hold around her neck and waited for her to obey. She nodded her head and I leaned over to take her lips, pushing my cock deep inside her while playing her clit with my thumb. Her pu

I left his office and headed for my boat. I do some of my best thinking there and I had a fuck load on my mind. I didn't call her though I was tempted. She had a lot to deal with too. Life changing decisions that I was more than willing to make for her if she didn't come to the conclusion I want. But she was never far from my thoughts. Besides, I planned to have her in my bed tonight anyway, and if I could talk her into it, taking a few days off to spend with me. I need to call ma, which I'd put off long enough. She's been good so far but unless I wanted her to encamp on my doorstep I'd better touch base with her soon. I'm pretty sure she knew I was back, because my brothers have bitch teeth and their wives are worse. Once I boarded the boat I headed straight for the phone and braced myself for the shaming I was sure was about to come and dialed her number. "Hank Mancini, this is the limit. How long this time? Did you even remember that you have a mother? One who worr

Something's wrong, I can feel it but he's not saying anything. He's back to being the guy half the agencies of the world are after. In the last day and a half he'd shown me a different side to him, a softer side, if you can call anything about him soft. But tonight he's even more withdrawn than when we first met. There's an air of danger about him. And the way he looks at me; as if he's no longer seeing me, like I'm not even there. The pain in my gut grew with each minute I spent sitting across from him. He wasn't even talking to me so I don't know why he brought me to dinner. I was growing increasingly nervous as well. Funny, I hadn't been this nervous the first time I'd gone into his place with the express purpose of catching his attention. Then I didn't know him as well as I thought. Though I'd had doubts even then that he was what they said, I still believed he was a dangerous animal. I now know that to be true without a doubt. The man had busted down my door gun d