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tonight's show. Mary looked across the table. No guns were
allowed in this meeting, yet a Taurus eighty five sat
in the middle of the mahogany table, glistening menacingly in
the lamplight. Equal distance between the four of them. It
was ominously quiet and small, yet somehow still seemed to
dominate the room. We must see just as done, Mary,
Paul said from the other end of the table. One
of them betrayed us both. We must see this roue
he whispered, as if noticing her reluctance. I know, she
replied sternly. She did know, but God, she hated this.
This wasn't what she signed up for. A year ago.
Marco had still been alive. A year ago. She was
still sat by their heated pool, sipping margaritas and working
on her sontown. Then her world had come crashing down,
and after a month of sheer panic and quite frankly,
doing things she had never dreamed she was capable of,
she had ended up as a godmother of the Netter Gang.
Fueled only by her desire to protect her lifestyle and
her family. She had seen more blood and violence in
that month than she ever thought possible. Spin it, she
said through gritted teeth. Lance leaned in from the shadows
of the room, lifted the gun and spun its chamber.
One judgment, one bullet let, God decide, carefully, placing it
back down, he spun it. Mary's eyes never left it
as it rotated accusingly on the table, holding her breath
every time past her, willing it to stop. Pointing at
Paul or his man, let them be the first to try. Slowly,
the gun pointed to Andreas her man. Even in the
dim lamplight, she could see the sweat beating on his brow.
Judging by his chest, He had held his breath since
the gun had started turning, and respectfully picked up the
gun without looking at it. He pressed a barrel against
his temple and squeezed the trigger. Click. Both of them
let out an audible breath. She couldn't think for a
moment that Andreas would betray her. He had always been
so loyal and so attentive and discreet with her needs,
especially after her husband died. Paul turned to his man Jelino,
or something strange, Mary seemed to recollect. Paul had stuck
by her after Marco had been shot on a police raid.
In truth, it was his presence and his reputation that
had ensured she had not been taken up by some
new godfather as an occasional fuck. She knew he had
fought her a corner when no one else would, but
they never spoke of it. Paul only ever did what
was in his best interests he always had even in
high school. He nodded abruptly at Jelino, who was obviously
trying to think of a way out of his situation,
and failing miserably. He turned to Mary, his gaze filled
with fear. The glisten of teardrops streamed down his cheeks.
He opened his mouth to speak, but could only stutter
ah A. Paul leaned across the table. Until a year ago,
Mary had never seen an exit wound. Now she was
very well versed with him. They always made her stomach
tighten and bile rise up her throat, with the amount
of blood involved and just how much damage a single
bullet could do. This one was no exception. Julino's face
was distorted beyond recognition as he slumped onto the table,
the smell of gunpowder and the sound of the spent
shots still echoing in the room, as blood pulled under
his face. My men will clear up this mess, Paul said,
his voice void of any emotion. I will let it
be known the consequences of betrayal to my other men.
Turning to face Mary, he said, with genuine emotion, I
am sorry this has happened. I would like to say
it won't happen again, but it seems to be happening.
More and more. Mary stood, controlling her emotions, and left
the room. Both Lance and I Andreas followed her through
the door, leading the men up the winding staircase that
led to her private suite above the club. Lance took
his customary spot outside her door, while Andreas followed her inside.
Andreas was only young, but his loyalty had been priceless,
and now she really saw him as her right hand man.
There weren't many places she went where he wasn't stood
right next to her. Catching a glimpse of herself in
the mirror, she saw the pattern of blood that decorated
her face and clothes. Accusingly, I need a shower and
to dispose of these clothes, Andreas, she said, as she
turned back toward him, Nodding obediently, he unzipped her dress,
holding it carefully to avoid it touching the rug on
the floor. As she lifted her feet out of it,
and turning to down into his eyes, she caressed his
cheek gently, smiling as she said, when you're done with
the dress, I'll be in the shower. They both knew
what that meant. It was the same every time after
someone was killed in her presence. Watching him leave the room,
she stepped out of her underwear, then walked into her
shower room, feeling the water dance on her hands as
she turned the full set on. When she was satisfied
with the temperature, she entered the water, its warm caress
seeming to take her sins away what most of them?
This was the bit she really couldn't understand. She hated
the bloodshed, the violence, the guns, but damned if she
didn't feel turned on after every single time. She had
tried to reconcile it with her conscience so many times
and could only assume it must have been the rush
of adrenaline that fueled these desires. All that energy had
to go somewhere, right, so why not her clit. She'd
heard that male assassins often got erections after they'd killed someone,
the sense of power fueling their desire, so why wouldn't
it happen to a woman. The sensation of the warm
water caressing her body only heightened the feelings. Desperate to
rid herself of this need, she started caressing the curve
of her breast, rubbing her erect nipples between finger and thumb,
enjoying the sensation of the water massaging her already sensitive nuts.
She gasped as she heard the main door to her
sweet open and softly close. Turning to face a shower ball,
she put her hands firmly against it. It was mere
seconds before she felt a Thrace's hands over her ass,
cupping the water streaming down her back and rubbing it
into her cheeks. As he parted her cheeks, the water
found its way across the rosette of her ass, his
warm caress sending shudders through her body, his hands exploring
her ass gently, his finger tip massaging that spot firmly.
Without thinking, she pushed back against his finger, inviting it
to enter her gyrating her hips, trying to locate it.
She gasped loudly as she feels it slide inside her,
the very tip massaging inside her ass, sending shot ways
of pleasure up and down her body. Reaching his other
hand underneath, Andreas massaged the folds of her pussy, pulling
on them gently, before rubbing his fingers up and down
the length of her lips, rocking her kneedy pussy against
his hand. As his finger rushed her clip, pulses of
electricity ricocheted through her body, her pussy clutching expectantly. Reaching
her hand behind, she grasped at the length of his
hard cock rubbing the tip with the pad of her thumb.
It trembled wantonly in her hand, She guided it between
her thighs, finding the folds of her pussy with the
very tip of him. Moaning loudly, water streaming down her
lips as her pussy spread to welcome his hard shaft,
his hand lifted her leg to give him the axis
he needed to fuck her deeply and hard against the
shower wall, his long fingers finding a clip before rubbing
it furiously as his body pressed hard against hers. Somehow,
his other hand continued to finger her ass, thrusting in
and out with perfect time with his cock, letting her
body slide up and down the wet shower wall. Mary
reached behind her, her fingers grasping at his ass, pulling
him hard onto her, her pussy clutching at every inch
of his hard cock as it thrust deeper and deeper
inside of her, His body tensing as he pulled her closer.
The tip of his cock massaging the inside of her
pussy just confirmed the need in her body, gasping, her
muscles tightened around him. Her clit stung with the sensation
of the orgasm spreading through a body, forcing his warm
release to erupt inside her. Panting gently, he kissed her
neck as his still pulsing cock dropped from her pussy. Gently,
his lips caressed down her back, every kiss, sending fresh
waves of pleasure through a body. Gently biting the curves
of her ass, Mary turned, letting her back be supported
by the shower wall, before placing a leg over his shoulder.
Her clip was still throbbing as he started to suck
on it gently, his tongue circling it in a Berrembergh's
sensual motion. As his hands cupped her ass cheeks. Mary
lifted her other leg over his shoulder, letting him take
her weight as she rocked her pussy against his bristled lips.
Her orgasm continued to grow as his mouth moved voraciously
over her pussy, sucking her lips, pulling them with his teeth.
She looked down into his eyes, watching the hunger inside
as he ate her pussy with an animalistic passion. The
desire that burned behind them only served to fuel her
own need. As her legs clenched tightly around his head,
pulling him hard onto her pussy, her orgasm erupting in
sheer bliss across her whole body. Lowering her legs from
his shoulders, Mary stood gingerly the wool, offering her support
as her knees weakened. Andreas lifted himself slowly up her body,
kissing every inch by trembling inch until her lips met.
We can have all of this, he said, I know
how much you hate it. They will be so busy
arguing over who the godfather should be, they really won't
worry about where you are. So sweet, she thought as
she held his gaze. Andreas, they would find me eventually,
and that would be that. What about the witness protection program?
They own? The police? The minute I spoke to a
cop they would know, she said, caressing his face. God,
if only life was as simple. We are where we are, Andreas.
We just have to make the best of it. Now,
go tidy yourself up. We need to be seen to
make a point of this betrayal. And I'm damn sure
Paul will want to talk to me before he leaves,
she said, turning the full set off. Andreas looked cres
for as he left her, sweet, his hair still ragged
from the shower. Shaking her head, she had dropped all
her romantic notions a year ago. She had to be realistic.
Her life depended upon it. She had managed to get
a robe on before a familiar knock sounded against her door. Sighing,
she simply said come. Paul walked through the door, closing
it behind him. He looked quite magnificent in a tailored suit.
Andreas was sweet and filled a need, saving her a
fortune in batteries, but Paul was a completely different man.
He oozed dark power and sex appeal. She was surprised
that he had left his assistant outside. This must have
been serious, Mary, again, I apologized for the betrayal, he said,
his gaze dark and stern. But it is a symptom
of a changing world. You know, Los Moretos are trying
to take territory from us, and there is frankly nothing
either of us can do alone against them. He smiled
humorously as he toyed with her wet hair, before continuing,
they will kill us both if we do nothing. His
voice led him with concern. You didn't like violence when
you were in high school, and I'm guessing you sure
as hell don't like it now. And we have to
up our game if we are to get through this
wincing at the mention of their high school days. Long
before all of this, they had a thing going on,
much to her mum's disgust. God, she had wanted to
give him her virginity so bad, but he was a
bad boy at school and had a reputation just about
everyone knew of, so she was banned from seeing him.
Judging by the tentting in his pants, he still wanted
her as badly now as he did then. Mary had
heard stories of life keeping two people together, and she
had often wondered if it had something planned for her
and Paul. She knew he had stayed around the area
to protect her, even though he had opportunities to move
away and make it big. There was something protective about
him in a dark and sinister way, something she found
extremely attractive. If we act like this isn't happening, or
that we can just bury our heads in the sand
and pretend they'll go away, we will both end up dead,
he said, brushing the pad of his thumb over her lips.
Mary resisted the earge to suck on it. But together
we have a chance, he said, as his fingers slid
down the hem of a robe, brushing her red nipples.
I don't do business that way, Paul, he said, pushing
his hand away, holding his gaze with a firm stare,
denying herself the desire she felt. Pushing his fingers back
through her hair, his eyes burnt into hers with a
ferocious desire. He held her firmly as his hand slipped
between the folds of a robe, cupping her pussy. We's
throbbed in response. Till you'll pussy that one. It knows
you're lying, too, he said, with a sneer. I can't
mix business with pleasure, she said. It's hard enough controlling
everything as it is. Her hand pushed between them, trying
to force him away, trying to push his throbbing cock
away from her body and cast off any thoughts that
danced for her mind. The little boy is nice and loyal,
but he is just a plaything, Mary. We both know that.
Mary's hand slipped down his firm's stomach and found only
the pulse of his hard cock in his pants. Shit.
She didn't mean to feel it. Without thinking, she squeezed
his erection through his pants. Had power made her this
much of a whore? Did she just have this endless
desire to be fucked by men to find what she
had been lacking since her husband died. She looked back
into his eyes, involuntarily gasping as his fingers pinched on
her clip, forcing a tidal wave of pleasure to vibrate
through her body. Andreas does your bidding, and that is
the role you need to betray for the moment. But
it's not where you want to be, is it, Merry?
He said, as his fingers teased at the still dripping
lips of her pussy. She couldn't deny he was right.
Every day she hated having to fight for her very survival.
Damn it. She wanted someone who would make sure everything
was okay. And you really think you're the man to
replace my Marco? Are you really that much of a man? Paul?
She gasped, trying to resist him. Finally managing to push
him away, she ordered him out of the room. Fine,
I will be back tomorrow. We have to come to
an agreement over Los marutus, otherwise we will both be dead.
You know these guys are maniacs, he said as he
closed the door heavily behind him. Mary stared at the
door after he left, wishing him to come back and
hating herself for it. Feeling the stress of the day
flood over her, and with several hours before the club
needed to open, Mary decided to lay down and sleep
for a while, hopefully this migraine that was threatening would clear.
Then it felt like only a few minutes since she
had closed her eyes before she awoke to the sound
of gunshots and a disturbance in the club. Rushing to
get dressed and trying to think frantically of a way
out the club that didn't involve just walking through the
main area. Panic set in. She could feel it burning
in her chest as she struggled with her clothes. She
had gotten as far as putting her jeans on before
the door exploded open. Lance was in a heap on
the floor. She couldn't tell if he was dead or alive.
What she could see very clearly was a semi automatic
pistol that was pointed at her and the manic grin
on the mouth that said knock knock. We are last
maletas and you are ours now. So Part two next week.
Yes it's a two parter. Ah, I think you've had
enough for this week. Let's see how dark I can
make it next week. Hmmm. I think I can, and
I think I can do something a little darker, don't
she yes, I thought so so. I look forward to
seeing you then, but for now and all, always with
your pleasure in mind. This is definitely wild. Wishing you
salacious dreams.