“Ok.” my mouth drops open as he walks out. Seriously. My pussy is so wet she could mop the floor and he is going downstairs and leaving me like this? I don’t think so.
Seems the Queen has arrived.
14
Dario
Hell. Walking away from her ripe, primed body is pissing me the fuck off. “This better be important enough to pull me away from my play time.”
“Boss, we raided Maggiano’s club looking for more information and found a basement with women and children chained to the wall. He wasn't there but we caught the men that were present and have them in the cell.” what the fuck.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now, Click. That fat sack of shit knows the terms of our agreement. No women, no children and no drugs. Have I been sleeping or some shit? Did I all of a sudden go to sleep the Kingpin and wake up a bitch? It seems motherfuckers around here forgot to fear me.” Yea asshole. You haven’t had your hands dirty in quite some time. Time to change that.
“We know, Boss. Seems someone is trying to make you look bad. Think it's a coupe?”
“Seems that way Scar. Looks like I need to send out reminders.” I rub my hands together as I calculate in my head how best to go about this. I already know since it needs to be a message sent out, I am going to have to involve Tim. “Did any of them tell you who the mole is?” I purposely look at Scar, letting him know I am waiting for him.
“We wanted to wait for you to interrogate them. Figured you would want your hands on this.”
“Damn right. What about the women and children? Have they been taken care of?”
“Yes. Lola is with the medical team getting them all checked out. Anais contacted your FBI contact, and their faces are being run through the database for missing and exploited children as missing persons. We have yet to ascertain if any of them are foreign.” This is why he is my right hand and number 2. I don’t have to say anything, and he knows how to proceed.
“Excellent work. Use the riverside property as a stopover for the victims until things are sorted.” I have several properties all over the country. Some are more isolated so comings and goings of others can be better watched. Other properties are for blending in. Being part of the community if you will and some… well...some are for sport. “Call Antonio Castro. Ask him if he can spare some men for protection for a few days. I know he and his in-laws are in a precarious situation with a deranged cult leader out there, but we need men we can trust to protect these women and children until something can be figured out.”
“No problem. What do you want us to do with the dirt?”
“Well, since they want to treat others like animals and less then, why don’t we return the favor. Have Sniper prepare the arena.”
“Oh hell yes.” Scar says as he jumps up. See I am a sick bastard, but Scar, he is a masochistic son of a bitch.
The arena is what we call this patch of land I bought in the swamp some years ago. The initial idea was for me to have a place to dump bodies and let the gators enjoy. But, over the years, in situations like this, especially once I met Sniper, it has turned into a bit of a...game, if you will. See, we removed the gators from a certain part of it, built a concrete wall around five miles of it, with electric fencing on top. It gives the illusion of having an exit, but in reality...it doesn’t. There sits two Snipers nests just behind the concrete wall, where I or Sniper or any of my crew can sit, watch as our prey fumbles in the dark trying to escape the maze before we use a night scope and hunt them, like the pieces of shit they are. The others of my crew that choose to participate, are on the ground chasing and taunting them. Fun times.
“What time should we set the event for?”
“Let Sniper…” What. the. FUCK! The door to my office opens and in walks my little bird that doesn't look anything but little right now. No. Strutting into my conference room in nothing but my shirt, her hair mussed from our bedroom exploits, skin flushed and radiant with her shoulders high and her face devious. Shit. My dick is doing a lap dance in my sweats seeing his favorite toy walk into the room. But I am going to beat her ass for not putting clothes on.
“Fellas.” She greets Click and Sniper as she makes her way to my desk.
“Madam.” they both answer unsure what to do. We are not finished with our conversation so technically they are not dismissed, but I know they can sense something is about to happen and they want to leave. The crazy truth is...I haven’t dismissed them because I want to see what she is going to do. The expression on her face tells me she is after her cum toy. No doubt because I left her wanting and wet upstairs.