“Now you insult me.” She lets out a tsk and smooths her skirt down her thighs.
“No need to cover up for me. You’ve got a pretty pink pussy and a thank you fuck would be nice.”
“You think I’m going to fuck you for killing Micah. Puhlease.” She rolls her blue eyes, and I move toward her, grabbing her by both wrists.
“Why not?”
“One, I’m not horny. Two, I have guts on my face. Three. You seem to be here to take me against my will. Shall I keep going?”
I shrug. “Seems a shame to let wet fuckable pussy go to waste.”
“Killing him made you hard, didn’t it?”
“Usually does,” I tell her, my cock twitching. “Who was that fucker anyways?”
“Micah Luciano.” The minute that name comes out of her mouth, my blood runs cold. “You probably should have figured that out before you killed the Mafia Boss’s only son.”
Fuck me, this just fucked up everything. Pres will kill me if Pedro Luciano doesn’t. I grab Trinity’s arms and pull her up from the bed. “Clean up, we’re getting the fuck outta here. Need to lay low a while.”
“Don’t do me any favors, my club will protect me. Everyone knows that Micah is with me right now. You should leave while you still can.” She thinks she’s getting away from me. Cute.
“Sorry, bitch, not how this works. You’re coming with me whether you like it or not, I have my orders.” Orders that just fucking changed when I whacked a Mafia bastard.
She tugs, trying to get out of my grasp. “If you think I’m going anywhere with you, you’ve got another thing coming.” She goes to bring her knee up between my legs, but I block her.
I shove her into the wall, my arm at her throat. “Keep fighting me, it only makes me harder. You hit me, I’ll hit you back. Any part of you comes near my cock, whether you want it or not, my cock gets shoved into your cunt, or ass. Don’t trust your mouth yet, but we can work up to it.” I’m half tempted to just take her right now, not giving a fuck a dead body is just feet away or blood spatter is on her face.
She spits in my face. This bitch might be as crazy as me. “Cute. Real fuckin’ cute.” I grin and wipe my face. “We’re going to get along great.” I smirk, leaning closer to her mouth. I pinch her lips between my fingers. “Soon, sugar tits, you’re gonna be begging me to let you suck my dick.” I kiss her forehead and back off. “Grab your shit. Let’s go.”
“I don’t take orders from the likes of you. Who sent you anyway?”
“Maybe I’ll tell you if you move your ass. We can trade stories around the campfire later, baby. Maybe I’ll even get you some marshmallows to roast if you’re good for me.”
“Maybe I won’t roast your balls over the open flames.”
“Sounds kinky, sweetheart, and I have to tell you…I’m a real kinky bastard. Keep talking that talk. All you’re doing is making my dick grow hard and my balls ache with the need to fill your sassy mouth.”
“Oh, baby. You’re a real fuckin’ modern day Romeo.” When she rolls her eyes at me my palm twitches wanting to fuckin’ spank her ass until its glowing with my handprint. “Anyway, what’s your plan?”
I grin and rub my jaw. “I don’t know yet. I’ll figure it out on the way.”
“Great. My hero is a real fuckin amateur. Do you even know how to use that thing?” She points, and I look down at my crotch. “The gun, asshole.”
“I saved your ass, didn’t I?”
“Hardly. I had it under control.”
“Tell it to your dead bitch in the corner.”
As if she is just know remembering the cunt she rushes over and checks the dead bitch’s pulse.
A tear runs down her face as she kisses the woman on the mouth. “I’m sorry, Nadia.” She grabs the sheet from her bed and drapes it over her friend. Two gun shots in one night and not one of her bitches stormed in here to check on shit. Some club. Bunch of pussies. Pres was right, this is just a bunch of girls playing.
As we storm out of her playhouse, I notice a few bitch’s hiding behind the bar. “Yeah, these whores really got your back.” I snort and fire my fingers like a gun in their direction and they flinch.
“Wipe those cameras,” Trinity orders them and they nod.
“You know they’ll rat us out. You should put a bullet in them now.”