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Speaker 1: looked across the table. No guns were allowed in this meeting,
Speaker 1: yet a Taurus eighty five sat in the middle of
Speaker 1: the mahogany table, glistening menacingly in the lamplight. Equal distance
Speaker 1: between the four of them. It was ominously quiet and small,
Speaker 1: yet somehow still seemed to dominate the room. Us see
Speaker 1: just as done, Mary, Paul said from the other end
Speaker 1: of the table. One of them betrayed us both. We
Speaker 1: must see this roue. He whispered, as if noticing her reluctance.
Speaker 1: I know, she replied sternly. She did know, but God,
Speaker 1: she hated this. This wasn't what she signed up for.
Speaker 1: A year ago, Marco had still been alive. A year ago.
Speaker 1: She was still sat by their heated Paul sipping margaritas
Speaker 1: and working on her sontown. Then her world had come
Speaker 1: crashing down, and after a month of sheer panic and
Speaker 1: quite frankly, doing things she had never dreamed she was
Speaker 1: capable of, she had ended up as a godmother of
Speaker 1: the Netter Gang, fueled only by her desire to protect
Speaker 1: her lifestyle and her family. She had seen more blood
Speaker 1: and violence in that month than she ever thought possible.
Speaker 1: Spin it, she said, through gritted teeth. Lance leaned in
Speaker 1: from the shadows of the room, lifted the gun and
Speaker 1: spun its chamber one judgment, one bullet let, God decide, Carefully,
Speaker 1: placing it back down, he spun it. Mary's eyes never
Speaker 1: left it as it rotated accusingly on the table, holding
Speaker 1: her breath every time it passed her, willing it to stop.
Speaker 1: Pointing at Paul or his man, let them be the
Speaker 1: first to try. Slowly, the gun pointed to Andreas, her man.
Speaker 1: Even in the dim lamplight, she could see the sweat
Speaker 1: beating on his brow. Judging by his chest. He had
Speaker 1: held his breath since the gun had started turning, and
Speaker 1: respectfully picked up the gun without looking at it. He
Speaker 1: pressed a barrel against his temple and squeezed the trigger click.
Speaker 1: Both of them let out an audible breath. She couldn't
Speaker 1: think for a moment that Andreas would betray her. He
Speaker 1: had always been so loyal and so attentive and discreett
Speaker 1: with her needs, especially after her husband died. Paul turned
Speaker 1: to his man, Jelino or something strange Mary seemed to recollect.
Speaker 1: Paul had stuck by her after Marco had been shot
Speaker 1: on a police raid. In truth, it was his presence
Speaker 1: and his reputation that had ensured she had not been
Speaker 1: taken up by some new godfather as an occasional fuck.
Speaker 1: She knew he had fought her corner when no one
Speaker 1: else would, but they never spoke of it. Paul only
Speaker 1: ever did what was in his best interests he always
Speaker 1: had even in high school. He nodded abruptly at j
Speaker 1: who was obviously trying to think of a way out
Speaker 1: of his situation and failing miserably. He turned to Mary,
Speaker 1: his gaze filled with fear. The glisten of tear drops
Speaker 1: streamed down his cheeks. He opened his mouth to speak,
Speaker 1: but could only stutter a a Paul leaned across the table.
Speaker 1: Until a year ago, Mary had never seen an exit wound.
Speaker 1: Now she was very well versed with them, yet they
Speaker 1: always made her stomach tighten and bile rise up her throat.
Speaker 1: With the amount of blood involved and just how much
Speaker 1: damage a single bullet could do. This one was no exception.
Speaker 1: Julino's face was distorted beyond recognition as he slumped onto
Speaker 1: the table, the smell of gunpowder and the sound of
Speaker 1: the spent shot still echoing in the room, as blood
Speaker 1: pulled under his face. My men will clear up this mess,
Speaker 1: Waul said, his voice void of any emotion. I will
Speaker 1: let it be known the consequences of betrayal to my
Speaker 1: other men. Turning to face Mary, he said, with genuine emotion,
Speaker 1: I am sorry this has happened. I would like to
Speaker 1: say it won't happen again, but it seems to be
Speaker 1: happening more and more. Mary stood, controlling her emotions, and
Speaker 1: left the room. Both Lance and Andreas followed her through
Speaker 1: the door, leading the men up the winding staircase that
Speaker 1: led to her private suite above the club. Lance took
Speaker 1: his customary spot outside her door, while Andreas followed her inside.
Speaker 1: Andreas was only young, but his loyalty had been priceless,
Speaker 1: and now she really saw him as her right hand man.
Speaker 1: There weren't many places she went where he wasn't stood
Speaker 1: right next to her. Catching a glimpse of herself in
Speaker 1: the mirror, she saw the pattern of blood that decorated
Speaker 1: her face and clothes. Accusingly, I need a shower and
Speaker 1: to dispose of these clothes, andreas, she said, as she
Speaker 1: turned back toward him. Nodding obediently, he unzipped her dress,
Speaker 1: holding it carefully to avoid it touching the rug on
Speaker 1: the floor. As she lifted her feet out of it,
Speaker 1: and turning to look down into his eyes, she caressed
Speaker 1: his cheek gently, smiling as she said, when you're done
Speaker 1: with the dress, I'll be in the shower. They both
Speaker 1: knew what that meant. It was the same every time
Speaker 1: after someone was killed in her presence. Watching him leave
Speaker 1: the room, she stepped out of her underwear, then walked
Speaker 1: into her shower room, feeling the water dance on her
Speaker 1: hands as she turned the full set on. When she
Speaker 1: was satisfied with the temperature, she entered the water, its
Speaker 1: warm caress, seeming to take her sins away what most
Speaker 1: of them, this was the bit she really couldn't understand.
Speaker 1: She hated the bloodshed, the violence, the guns, but damned
Speaker 1: if she didn't feel turned on after every single time.
Speaker 1: She had tried to reconcile it with her conscience so
Speaker 1: many times and could only assume it must have been
Speaker 1: the rush of adrenaline that fueled these desires. All that
Speaker 1: energy had to go somewhere right, so why not her clit.
Speaker 1: She'd heard that male assassins often got erections after they'd
Speaker 1: killed someone, the sense of power fueling their desire, so
Speaker 1: why wouldn't it happen to a woman. The sensation of
Speaker 1: the warm water caressing her body only heightened the feelings.
Speaker 1: Desperate to rid herself of this need, she he started
Speaker 1: caressing the curve of her breast, rubbing her rec nipples
Speaker 1: between finger and thumb, enjoying the sensation of the water
Speaker 1: massaging her already sensitive nubs. She gasped as she heard
Speaker 1: the main door to a sweet open and softly close.
Speaker 1: Turning to face a shower ball, she put her hands
Speaker 1: firmly against it. It was mere seconds before she felt
Speaker 1: and thrace his hands over her ass, cupping the water
Speaker 1: streaming down her back and rubbing it into her cheeks.
Speaker 1: As he parted her cheeks, the water found its way
Speaker 1: across the rosette of her ass, his warm caress sending
Speaker 1: shudders through her body, his hands exploring her ass gently,
Speaker 1: his finger tip massaging that spot firmly. Without thinking, she
Speaker 1: pushed back against his finger, inviting it to enter her
Speaker 1: I rating her hips, trying to locate it, She gasped
Speaker 1: loudly as she feels it slide inside her, the very
Speaker 1: tip massaging inside her ass, sending shockways of pleasure up
Speaker 1: and down her body. Reaching his other hand underneath, Andreas
Speaker 1: massaged the folds of her pussy, pulling on them gently
Speaker 1: before rubbing his fingers up and down the length of
Speaker 1: her lips, rocking her kneedy pussy against his hand. As
Speaker 1: his finger brushed her clip, pulses of electricity ricocheted through
Speaker 1: her body, her pussy clutching expectantly. Reaching her hand behind,
Speaker 1: she grasped at the length of his hard cock, rubbing
Speaker 1: the tip with the pad of her thumb. It trembled
Speaker 1: wantonly in her hand. She guided it between her thighs,
Speaker 1: finding the folds of her pussy with the very tip
Speaker 1: of him. Moaning loudly, water streaming down her lips as
Speaker 1: her pussy spread to welcome his hard shaft, his hand
Speaker 1: lifted her leg to give him the axis he needed
Speaker 1: to fuck her deeply and hard against the shower wall,
Speaker 1: his long fingers finding a clip before rubbing it furiously
Speaker 1: as his body pressed hard against hers. Somehow, his other
Speaker 1: hand continued to finger her ass thrusting in and out
Speaker 1: with perfect time with his cock, letting her body slide
Speaker 1: up and down the wet shower wall. Mary reached behind her,
Speaker 1: her fingers grasping at his ass, pulling him hard onto her,
Speaker 1: her pussy clutching at every inch of his hard cock
Speaker 1: as it thrust deeper and deeper inside of her, his
Speaker 1: body tensing as he pulled her closer. The tip of
Speaker 1: his cock massaging the inside of her pussy just confirmed
Speaker 1: the need in her body. Gasping her muscles tightened around him.
Speaker 1: Her clip stung with the sensation of the orgasm spreading
Speaker 1: through her body, forcing his warm release to erupt inside
Speaker 1: her panting jay. He kissed her neck as his still
Speaker 1: pulsing cock dropped from her pussy. Gently, his lips caressed
Speaker 1: down her back, every kiss sending fresh waves of pleasure
Speaker 1: through a body, gently biting the curves of her ass.
Speaker 1: Mary turned, letting her back be supported by the shower wall,
Speaker 1: before placing a leg over his shoulder. Her clip was
Speaker 1: still throbbing as he started to suck on it gently,
Speaker 1: his tongue circling it in a firm bu's sensual motion
Speaker 1: as his hands cupped her ass cheeks Mary lifted her
Speaker 1: other leg over his shoulder, letting him take her weight
Speaker 1: as she rocked her pussy against his bristled lips. Her
Speaker 1: orgasm continued to grow as his mouth moved voraciously over
Speaker 1: her pussy, sucking her lips, pulling them with his teeth.
Speaker 1: She looked down into his eyes, watching the hunger inside
Speaker 1: as he ate her pussy with an animalistic passion. The
Speaker 1: desire that burned behind them only served to fuel her
Speaker 1: own need as her legs clenched tightly around his head,
Speaker 1: pulling him hard onto her pussy, her orgasm erupting in
Speaker 1: sheer bliss across her whole body. Lowering her legs from
Speaker 1: his shoulders, Mary stood gingerly the waar, offering her supporter
Speaker 1: as her knees weakened. Andreas lifted himself slowly up her body,
Speaker 1: kissing every inch by trembling inch until their lips met.
Speaker 1: We can have all of this, he said, I know
Speaker 1: how much you hate it. They will be so busy
Speaker 1: arguing over who the godfather should be. They really won't
Speaker 1: worry about where you are. And so sweet, she thought
Speaker 1: as she held his gaze. Andreas, they would find me eventually,
Speaker 1: and that would be that. What about the witness protection program?
Speaker 1: They owned the police. The minute I spoke to a cop,
Speaker 1: they would know, she said, caressing his face. God, if
Speaker 1: only life was as simple. We are where we are, Andreas.
Speaker 1: We just have to make the best of it. Now,
Speaker 1: go tidy yourself up. We need to be seen to
Speaker 1: make a point of this betrayal. And I'm damn sure
Speaker 1: Paul will want to talk to me before he leaves,
Speaker 1: she said, turning the full set off. Andreas looked crestfallen
Speaker 1: as he left her, sweet, his hair still ragged from
Speaker 1: the shower. Shaking her head, she had dropped all her
Speaker 1: romantic notions a year ago. She had to be realistic.
Speaker 1: Her life depended on it. She had managed to get
Speaker 1: her robe on before a familiar knock sounded against her door. Sighing,
Speaker 1: she simply said come. Paul walked through the door, closing
Speaker 1: it behind him. He looked quite magnificent in attailed suit.
Speaker 1: Andreas was sweet and filled a need, saving her a
Speaker 1: fortune in batteries, but Paul was a completely different man.
Speaker 1: He oozed dark power and sex appeal. She was surprised
Speaker 1: that he had left his assistant outside. This must have
Speaker 1: been serious. Mary, again, I apologize for the betrayal, he said,
Speaker 1: his gaze dark and stern. But it is a symptom
Speaker 1: of a changing world. You know, Los Maretos are trying
Speaker 1: to take territory from us, and there is frankly nothing
Speaker 1: either of us can do alone against them. He smiled
Speaker 1: humorously as he toyed with her wet hair, before continuing,
Speaker 1: They will kill us both if we do nothing. His
Speaker 1: voice led him with concern. You didn't like violence when
Speaker 1: you were in high school, and I'm guessing you sure
Speaker 1: as hell don't like it now. And we have to
Speaker 1: up our game if we are to get through this,
Speaker 1: wincing at the mention of their high school days. Long
Speaker 1: before all of this, they had a thing going on,
Speaker 1: much to her mum's disgust. God, she had wanted to
Speaker 1: give him her virginity so bad, but he was a
Speaker 1: bad boy at school and had a reputation just about
Speaker 1: everyone knew of, so she was banned from seeing him.
Speaker 1: Judging by the tempting in his pants, he still wanted
Speaker 1: her as badly now as he did then. Mary had
Speaker 1: heard stories of life keeping two people together, and she
Speaker 1: had often wondered if it had something planned for her
Speaker 1: and Paul. She knew he had stayed around the area
Speaker 1: to protect her, even though he had opportunities to move
Speaker 1: away and make it big. There was something protective about
Speaker 1: him in a dark and sinister way, something she found
Speaker 1: extremely attractive. If we act like this isn't happening, or
Speaker 1: that we can just bury our heads in the sand
Speaker 1: and pretend they'll go away, we will both end up dead,
Speaker 1: he said, brushing the pad of his thumb over her lips.
Speaker 1: Mary resisted the earthe to suck on it. But together
Speaker 1: we have a chance, he said, as his fingers slid
Speaker 1: down the hem of a robe, brushing her red nipples.
Speaker 1: I don't do business that way, Paul, she said, pushing
Speaker 1: his hand away, holding his gaze with a firm stare,
Speaker 1: denying herself the desire she felt. Pushing his fingers back
Speaker 1: through her hair, his eyes burnt into hers with a
Speaker 1: ferocious desire. He held her firmly as his hand slipped
Speaker 1: between the folds of a robe, cupping her pussy. We's
Speaker 1: throbbed in response. Tell you'll pussy that one. It knows
Speaker 1: you're lying too, he said, with a near I can't
Speaker 1: mix business with pleasure, she said, It's hard enough controlling
Speaker 1: everything as it is. Her hand pushed between them, trying
Speaker 1: to force him away, trying to push his throbbing cock
Speaker 1: away from her body and cast off any thoughts that
Speaker 1: danced for her mind. The little boy is nice and loyal,
Speaker 1: but he is just a plaything, Mary. We both know
Speaker 1: that Mary's hand slipped down his firm stomach and found
Speaker 1: only the pulse of his hard cock in his pants. Shit.
Speaker 1: She didn't mean to feel it. Without thinking, she squeezed
Speaker 1: his erection through his pants. Had power made her this
Speaker 1: much of a whore? Did she just have this endless
Speaker 1: desire to be fucked by men to find what she
Speaker 1: had been lacking since her husband died. She looked back
Speaker 1: into his eyes, involuntarily gasping as his fingers pinched on
Speaker 1: her clip, forcing a tidal wave of pla pleasure to
Speaker 1: vibrate through a body. Andreas does your bidding, and that
Speaker 1: is a role you need to betray for the moment.
Speaker 1: But it's not where you want to be, is it, Mary,
Speaker 1: He said, as his fingers teased at the still dripping
Speaker 1: lips of her pussy. She couldn't deny he was right.
Speaker 1: Every day she hated having to fight for her very survival.
Speaker 1: Damn it. She wanted someone who would make sure everything
Speaker 1: was okay. And you really think you're the man to
Speaker 1: replace my Marco? Are you really that much of a man, Paul,
Speaker 1: She gasped, trying to resist him. Finally managing to push
Speaker 1: him away, she ordered him out of the room. Fine,
Speaker 1: I will be back tomorrow. We have to come to
Speaker 1: an agreement over Los Martus, otherwise we will both be dead.
Speaker 1: You know, these guys are maniacs, he said, as he
Speaker 1: closed the door heavily behind him. Mary stared at the
Speaker 1: door after he left, wishing him to come back and
Speaker 1: hating herself for it. Feeling the stress of the day
Speaker 1: flood over her, and with several hours before the club
Speaker 1: needed to open, Mary decided to lay down and sleep
Speaker 1: for a while, hopefully this migraine that was threatening would clear.
Speaker 1: Then it felt like only a few minutes since she
Speaker 1: had closed her eyes before she awoke to the sound
Speaker 1: of gunshots and a disturbance in the club. Rushing to
Speaker 1: get dressed and trying to think frantically of a way
Speaker 1: out of the club that didn't involve just walking through
Speaker 1: the main areer, panic set in. She could feel it
Speaker 1: burning in her chest as she struggled with her clothes.
Speaker 1: She had gotten as far as putting her jeans on
Speaker 1: before the door exploded open. Lance was in a heap
Speaker 1: on the floor. She couldn't tell if he was dead
Speaker 1: or alive. What she could see very clearly was a
Speaker 1: semi automatic pistol that was pointed at her and the
Speaker 1: mannic grin on the mouth that said knock, knock. We
Speaker 1: are lost maletos and you are ours now. So part
Speaker 1: two next week. Yes, it's a two parter. I think
Speaker 1: you've had enough for this week. Let's see how dark
Speaker 1: I can make it next week. Mmmm. I think I can.
Speaker 1: I think I can do something a little darker, don't
Speaker 1: you Yes, I thought so so. I look forward to
Speaker 1: seeing you then, but for now and always with your
Speaker 1: pleasure in mind. This is devil in Wild, wishing you
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