Tyrant Daddy (Tyrant Dynasty 3)

Shocked, I walk through the rooms. Graffiti covers the once white walls, stains are everywhere, and there's a leak in the bathroom. The place is fucking threadbare, all my furniture and all my fucking stuff long gone. In the bedroom, there's a stained mattress with drug paraphernalia littering the floor.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I hiss at the girl who's nervously following me around. "When did Willa leave? Why didn't she tell me what happened here?"

"I-I needed a place to stay," Mercy stutters nervously.

"And who the fuck are you?" I roar, glaring at her.

"I'm Willa’s best friend." She crosses her arms in front of her, instantly defensive.

"Then tell me where she is, so I can yell at her instead of you."

"She's... I don't know."

"You don't know where your best friend is?"

She narrows her dilated pupils at me. "She left, it's been months. We got into an argument."

"And yet you're still here," I hiss. "Causing trouble for me, turning my place into a fucking disaster. Look at this apartment, Mercy! It's goddamn wrecked."

She doesn't apologize, in fact she doesn't say a word, just stares at me with a defiant expression.

"You're going to have to pay for this," I bark at her.

"I don't have any money."

"You wrecked this place," I tell her. "You got rid of my stuff. It's going to cost me tens of thousands of dollars to restore it. What the fuck do you have to say for yourself? How are you going to repay me?"

Her eyes flash with panic before a determined look takes over. She takes a step closer, assaulting my nose with her scent. The girl is a goddamn mess. Underneath all the grime, I guess she could be pretty, but right now she's a fucking drug addict I can spot from a mile away. She runs her finger over my chest suggestively and I capture it with my hand, glaring at her as I painfully twist it.

"Ow!"

"What the fuck are you doing, Mercy?"

"Giving myself a way out," she whimpers. "Please. You can fuck me. You don't even have to pay me."

"What the hell?"

"Please," she pleads, twisting her hand away from me and sucking on the finger I hurt. The sight is actually kind of hot, if you can get past her disheveled appearance, but I continue glaring at her, nevertheless. "You can do anything you want to me. You can fuck my ass. Are you into pain?"

"What the fuck, Mercy?" I growl at her. "Are you trying to sell me your body?"

"It's got to be worth something," she mutters.

"Not the damage you've done to this place." I step closer, narrowing my eyes at her. "Plus, I fuck beautiful women. Women who take care of themselves. Women who pride themselves on their appearance. Beauties. Not you."

Her bottom lip trembles. I know I've gone too far but I can't take back what I said, even though I kind of regret it already.

"You need to get the fuck out of here," I deliver lastly. "You have a day."

"A day?" She groans, running her hands through her mess of hair. "Where the hell am I supposed to go?"

"I don't give a shit. I'm coming back tomorrow and if you're still here, I'll toss you out myself."

"What about my boyfriend?" she asks defensively. "Maybe he can find some money so we can stay here."

"Fine," I hiss. "Rent's five grand. Due tomorrow."

"I can't get that much!"

"Maybe you should try selling that useless cunt to somebody else then," I hiss.

"You're a fucking monster."

"Likewise."

We glare at one another, the tension between us threatening to envelop us both in a raging fire.

"What if I can make you an offer?" she asks next.

"Like your holes that I don't want?" I laugh. "No thank you, beauty."

"I know you're calling me that sarcastically, you fucking prick."

"No shit," I scoff.

"If I'm the beauty, you're the goddamn beast."

She strikes below the belt, but I've heard it all before. "Call me whatever the fuck you want, Mercy. You have one day to get the fuck out of here."

"Fuck you."

She shoves me toward the door, and I grab her again. But when I do, her shirt rides up and I can see she isn't wearing panties at all, just like I suspected. Her pussy is shaved bare.

She wrestles free of me and bends down, ignoring her nakedness, to pick up a broken bottle. When she bends, I see the faint hint of a crystal butt plug in her tight little ass. The sight takes me by surprise and I draw in a breath to stop myself from reacting.

"Get out," she hisses, aiming the bottle at me. "Get the fuck out."

"I'll be back tomorrow," I throw back with the same animosity, stepping into the hallway. "And if you're not fucking gone, I'll –"

She slams the door in my face.

I groan, leaning against the wall of the hallway. What the fuck just happened?