Stealing Amy (Disciples 2)

“Yes, sir?”

“Get rid of her,” Lucifer orders and turns away.

Oh my god, he’s not even going to do it himself. He just ordered his goon to kill me…

Eyes as black as a moonless night, the one Lucifer called Andrew glares murderously at me as he begins to approach me.

He’s so big.

He’s freakin’ massive, I realize as he grows wider and taller, his feet eating up the distance between us.

Perhaps tonight has been just too much. My mind has cracked. Something inside of me must be broken. Because I swear that even though Andrew is in the light now, the shadows from the corner have traveled with him.

And as he stops in front of me, reaching for me, those shadows wrap around me, seeping into my skin.

Vaguely, my brain registers four words, “Be a good girl,” before my eyes roll into the back of my head.

4

Andrew

Throwing the girl’s body over my shoulder, I can’t help but smirk at Ivan. Motherfucker thought he could get away with being silent with us. Thought he could be silent and get away from the shit pool he swam in.

Man looks like a little bitch now.

Standing in front of Ivan for a brief moment, I growl out, “Lucifer, if you need me for anything, let me know. I can take this piece of trash out too.”

Lucifer laughs behind me. “No need for that just yet, Andrew, but I’ll be sure to keep your offer in mind.”

Slapping the girl’s rump, I grin at Ivan. “See ya around, Ivan.”

His face turns nearly purple as he yells at my back, “Don’t you dare touch her!”

There’s a loud crunch of fist meeting flesh.

Lucifer’s dark laughter fills the darkness. “Don’t worry about her, Ivan. We have too many things to talk about right now.”

Ivan better come to terms with what Lucifer is saying, his life depends on it.

And it seems that this little girl’s does too.

Fucking shit, that sucks because she didn’t seem too happy about learning that she’s a mistress. It was obvious from the look on her face that she didn’t know Ivan was married.

I walk out towards the waiting limousine we used to get here and open the passenger door. “Peter, take me to my car. I need to take care of our guest.”

Pushing her still unconscious form across the seat, I get in beside her.

“Need me to call Harrold?”

“Nah, not yet at least. Seems Ivan is a bit sweet on this girl. Didn’t want to play ball till she was threatened.”

The car is moving onto a main road when Peter asks, “He talks because of a piece of ass?”

“Yeah, she’s got a good juicy one too. But yeah, didn’t say shit till Lucifer had a gun to her head.”

Shaking my head, I think about her eyes, and how much terror and hatred for Ivan was in them.

The girl’s body slowly stiffens up and I watch her breathing quicken. She must be coming to after she fainted.

Her breasts rise up and down in deep breaths now. And fuck if they don’t look good. I can imagine my hands cupped around them, squeezing them.

The necklace I watched Ivan fasten around her neck is a bit tacky looking though. Looks like he’s trying to compensate for something.

Fucker’s probably got a small dick.

I can’t remember a time when I had to do any of the things I saw him do with her tonight. I’ve never had to shower some chick with expensive shit just to keep her. My dick does a fine job of that on its own. I’ve also never had to grab a girl like he did in the restaurant and force her to get drunk to sleep with me. Shit, I’ve never even had to take advantage of a drunk woman.

Nah, they throw themselves at me, sober.

Watching her chest rise and fall, I feel just a hint of pressure down between my legs, my cock beginning to stir. It’s been way too long since I’ve been between a woman’s thighs.

Been at least a year.

Fuck, maybe longer than that. I’ve just been too busy ever since that shit went down with the Yakuza.

Since then Lucifer has done big things for our organization. He’s increased the size of all of our holdings, as well as removed all of the Yakuza from Garden City. He’s been rooting out anyone who had a hand in trying to kill his wife.

It’s been tough to do too because what we originally thought was a two-sided war between us and the Japs has become a bit more tangled and complicated.

The Russians, while not directly involved, have been implicated in the mess. Not their soldiers themselves, but the cash they’ve been investing against us. There’s nothing we can use as concrete proof against them… yet. Just rumors and whispers.

But if Ivan talks, it just might change all of that.