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“I’m going to spank you until your skin turns a beautiful pink. Then I’ll slick up my fingers & spread you open, making you nice & ready. When I’m satisfied, Jones is going to pound into you until you come all over me.”

I hadn’t slept with a lot of people in my life. I’d never slept with anyone who told me exactly what they were going to do. It was clear by the way my cock dripped I was fine with that plan.

"Are we really going to do this? Have whatever this is with Ginger?” He halted his steps and turned toward me.

“We don’t even know what to call this. But I do know last night was the first time in a long time anything made perfect sense to me.”

“We have to be careful.”

He chuckled. “We’ve never been careful, why start now?”

Despite the tough exterior we presented to most of the world, there was another side to us, a softer side like the one Lee was showing the girl. Seeing Lee talk to Deena softly, move so slowly, was why we did what we did. To keep people like Deena alive. To stop monsters from thriving on the souls of the innocent.

"You can’t be seen. If they see you next to Joey, they’ll know you’re related. Lee, you should have a second & Jones is perfect. I get there’s some weird history, but you’ve all shown you’re past it, so let’s bring the kid home and see if we can’t find out who’s behind this and shut it down.”

“We’ll get your brother. We will do everything to take these fuckers down.”

This one's gonna be BRUTAL! 😖

Run, Simon ... RUN!!! 😬

“You hold on a second, Mrs. Markle.” I got right up in her face. “Your French poodle is a little slut! She’s been shaking her fluffy ass all over the street. I saw her last week getting her ass tackled by Mr. Ryder’s bulldog, so don’t come here & blame Buck.”

“Why you little…” Yeah, she went for my neck.

Buck drove me up a wall, but he was family & I defended family even if their dicks got them in trouble.

"Quill is the only person that matters to me. You’ve spent years making his life a living hell. So now, I’m going to take you there, in pieces.”

By the time I was done with Dylan, he was exactly how I’d promised. He felt every shot, every stab, & every slice. He didn’t go quietly. He knew why he got what he deserved. His last words were to please just kill him. It was his dying wish and I happily granted it.

“My life is full of demons I’ve created, Quill. If you stay, I fear they will consume you.”

“You’re not asking me, Black. I’m not anywhere I don’t want to be. Besides, my nightmares have been looking for dancing partners for years.”

“Stay here.” Nathan took out his gun, one he had never fired.

“No, stay with me. When they come in, if it’s someone bad, we’ll have a better chance.”

“I’ve fired it, just never killed anyone. Do as I say, Quill.”

I was getting really tired of people telling me what to do. I knew my brother. He liked to play with his food before he ate it. I had to protect myself. If I got killed, Black would murder me.

I didn’t wake up to an amazing blow job, but I did wake to an empty bed. I could hear Quill’s laughter coming from the kitchen, so adorned in just my briefs, I followed the infectious sound.

“That is so great, Dr. Mason. Maybe I can come and get Lady Whiskers McMeowers today?”

Who the fuck was he talking to and who the hell was McDonalds Whiskey what?

🤣😂🤣

Ngl ... I'm obsessed!

“You have cameras in my place, watching me. If I need help, are you going to be too busy for me? I don’t judge you, Black. I don’t judge anyone. I just want to live my life one day at a time & not always patting myself on the back for surviving it, but be proud because I lived it.”

“You need to understand something, Quill, I want you to survive your life so you can live it. That is why I have to protect you.”

“There are three buttons in here. The blue one sets the system up. You hit it, it all turns on. You hit it again, it turns off. Don’t turn it off.” Lee was nerd-scary. I felt like he could make the world burn with a switch. “The white one arms your defense, so…”

“Whoa! Arms my defense? What the hell have you done to my apartment?” Lee rolled his eyes as if my question wasn’t a good one. It was a great one.

Twenty-two; damn, I remembered that age too well. “An omission is still a lie in my book, Quill.”

“You sound like an angry dad.” His green eyes were on me, and fuck if he wasn’t in flirt mode. “Wanna be my angry daddy?”

“No.”

“We can play detention. Oh no, Mr. Black, I didn’t mean to smoke in the bathroom. Maybe if you had something better to put in my mouth, I would—"

“Please stop.”

I didn’t know anything that happened after that. I stared, stunned and speechless. I wanted to climb him like a tree, wrap myself around his body, and never let go.

“Speak words, Quill.”

It wasn’t until he touched my hand that I regained my ability to talk. “I want to lick your whole body.”

Yep, those were the words I spoke.

Awesome.

Go me.

“Mel, he’s hot. He’s every wet dream I’ve had since I realized my dick pointed to other dicks. He rejects me every time anyway, so don’t worry about him hurting me. He’d have to actually touch me to hurt me.”

And wasn’t that a sobering thought? I wasn’t used to soft touches unless it was Mel hugging me or taking care of me after my many mistakes.

The gift was a black and white painting of an old man sitting on a rocking chair with a little boy clutching a Pooh doll. The bear was the only thing in color. Honey yellow. There was a quote from A.A. Milne written in the clouds. “You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, smarter than you think, and loved more than you know.” I tried to collect myself when I heard Teddy by the door.

I gave him the biggest smile I could muster.

“Oh, sweet god, did you murder someone?”

“Not today,” I joked, and it was true.

“Why are you greeting me like the opening scene of a Leave It to Beaver episode? What’s happening?” Suddenly, his eyes were darting all over the room.

“I’m trying to be friendlier, remember?”

He didn’t look at all convinced. “I see. Well, it’s freaking me out. Stop it.”

This is so freakin' adorable ...
in a Mafia assassin kinda way! 😅

Such a great series!! 😁

Quite a few times in the dead of night, I’d visit a morgue, slip in undetected, find my kill in the fridge, and claim the head. Those weren’t so much a bother as an inconvenience. It was the ones I had to dig up that were a pain in the ass. Digging into frozen ground to decapitate a corpse was not a fun Friday night.

Through the years, I was given the name “The Dullahan.” The foreteller of death. The Irish version of the headless horseman. Not because I killed people. No. It was how I did it. My message. Whenever someone found a body, they knew it was the Dullahan that had done it because I always took the head. One way or another.