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“Sure, a little. Let me guess, Winona told the truth and, instead of manning up, you bolted like a scared rabbit.” I glare at him, not in the mood for his shit. “You know what, Lance? Screw you.” I stand up again and the chair almost topples backwards. “I have work to do.” “I rest my case. Here you go again.” “Who died and made you the world’s best fucking psycho-analyst?” Lance rolls his eyes. “You are very fragile today.” “You are very close to getting punched.” “Make the first one a good one because we all know you never get a second.” He grins.

Well then let me show what happens when you don't listen to me. I took his right hand and placed his index finger above the dagger. He looked at me while pleading from his eyes. Sorry buddy, this can't be helped. I put pressure on his finger with the knife and finally chopped it of. Another scream left his mouth. I looked at his missing finger and couldn't help but smile. I was really enjoying it. "Now answer me. Who were you working for?", I hissed. "Lan-ce.",he said while breathing heavily. I looked at him confused. If he helped Piper then why was he working for Lance?

One by one he approaches Thyro, while Thyro moves away from him. "I'm just doing what I should have done a long time ago, I'm gonna kill you, son of the bitch!" Lance yelled as he fired the gun again, but I was very thankful that Thyro was able to get away quickly. "What the hell are you talking about?" Thyro asked in confusion as he casually glanced at me and slowly approached the car. Lance laughed like it was a joke for him.

Just like we had been doing until now, we would do it forever. Eltan Storm's story available! Title: My Artistic Mafia Man Lance Storm's story available! Title: My Mafia Rescuer

Shane regretted interacting with the angel of death, who seemed capable of taking his life anytime if he wasn't cautious. "An ideal woman for you, indeed, sir. For me, Miss Arren is an EXEMPLARY woman." Shane revised his words, emphasizing another reassuring judgment for his employer's legitimate spouse. Shane began to realize there was an aura of jealousy brewing inside Leon. This awareness arose when Shane heard a faint 'click,' like the sound of a trigger being pulled ready to release a shot. The sound reminded him of the distinctive characteristic of a semi-automatic rifle. Shane started paying attention to the details of the Glock 22 gun held by Leon, understanding that the 'click' indi

There was no reason left in them, only fear, fury, and the last gasps of rebellion. They weren’t fighting for Lukeman. They were fighting because they knew what we were about to do. And they were terrified. Good. I stepped into the fray like a storm. I punched through one’s ribcage, grabbed his spine, and used it to swing him into his comrades. The impact shattered two skulls. I crushed another’s neck beneath my boot as I twisted and stabbed one through the eye with a broken femur. Lancly was poetry in motion. His blade was a silver arc, slicing through flesh, decapitating without pause. He didn't grunt. Didn't blink. He danced with death like it was routine.

He was pulled off of Lorenzo by two of Monzoon's guys. Lorenzo stood up and spit blood. Geo was still on the ground kneeling. Tired. Feeling defeated by his past and the inevitable trajectory of his life in crime. "You piece of shit !" Lorenzo pulled out a gun, took the safety off, and pulled the trigger. Geo knew his life was over. He closed his eyes when he heard the trigger click and heard a collective gasp from the crowd as the gun went off. He heard a large thud and smelled Carolina's perfume.

Soon, another one landed on the right butt cheek, and the sequence was repeated until the place looked as red as a tomato. “Is it painful?” He asked, still eyeing her opening. “No… sir.” Lulu cried out. “Good answer.” Director Pierce declared, walked closer to her, and gently blew air onto her throbbing ass cheeks before sliding his finger through her cunt sloppily. “Mmmm! This is good. You didn’t share with anyone. So, let’s see, what can you do for fifty thousand dollars?” Director Pierce stunned her into silence and had to spank her core once more before Lulu could respond shakily, “Anything, Sir. Anything. I’ll do anything.”

He glanced at me, and his smile increased, as if he was a serial killer and he just found his next victim. No, I shouldn't feel scared. He wasn't a serial killer. This was Lance. He was a mafia leader, yes, but he was also teaching me how to defend myself. However, that smile on his face right now must be related to me. But why? Seems I just had to find out.