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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 lamp light. 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 paul 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 it passed 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
beading 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 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 Gelino,
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 tear drops
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 them, yet 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.
Jilino's face was distorted beyond recognition as he slumped onto
the table, the smell of gunpowder and the sound of
the spent shot still echoing in the room as blood
pulled under his face. My men will clear up this mess,
who 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 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 facing 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 look 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 nubs. She
gasped as she heard the main door to a sweet
open and softly close. Turning to face a shower wall,
she put her hands firmly against it. It was mere
seconds before she felt and 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. Is
warm caress, sending shudders through her body, his hands expresing
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 shockwaves 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 brushed her clip, pulses of electricity ricochet
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, and 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 curse 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 firmber'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 for
graciously 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 and
sheer bliss across her whole body. Lowering her legs from
his shoulders, Mary stood gingerly the wool, offering her supporter
as her knees weakened. Andreas lifted himself slowly up her body,
kissing every inch by trembling inch until their 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. He
held his gaze, Andreas, They would find me eventually, and
that would be that. What about the witness protection program?
They owned? The police? The minute I spoke to a
cop they would know, she said, caressing his face. God,
if only life was a 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 crestfallen
as he left her suite, 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 on 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 apologize 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 tempting 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 earthe 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, she 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 firmly as his hand slipped between
the folds of her robe, cupping her pussy. We was
throbbed in response. So 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 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 a body. Andreas does your bidding, and that is
a 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 pole? 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 maretus 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 of 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 lost, 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 you. Yes, I thought so. So. I
look forward to seeing you then, But for now and
always with your pleasure in mind. This is Devil in
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