The redhead giggled. Her hand traveled down his torso and rested on his crotch. She groped his cock through his clothes. I lost it. The cup shattered in my hand. Cold alcohol dripped down my forearms and soaked into the sleeve of my suit jacket. I was over the small table and on Benito’s lap before any of them knew what was happening. I grabbed the redhead and pressed the jagged end of the glass against her throat. Benito moved but stopped short of reaching for me. It was as if we could communicate with a look alone. One misstep, and I’d kill her. It would land us in hot water, but we both
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