Supervillainy and Other Poor Career Choices

by J.R. Grey

The drug dealer in the alley next to his store saw more business than the store itself.

You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.

Boss’s daughter or not, if he felt the slightest spark touch his skin, she was getting a round through the kneecap.

“The sex isn’t enough?” She asked in disbelief.

“I don’t do pro-bono work.”