Page 38 of Malicious Desires

“No…taking it for myself. I swear.”

“So you're stealing?” I taunt him, holding my gun out so it’s pointing at his chest.

Maxwell stutters, “No…no…I would never steal.”

Again I laugh and taunt him more, “Seems you're a liar and a petty thief like those you work for.”

He gulps, shuffling back even further into the shipping container.

“I'm not…please…just let me go.”

I laugh maniacally. “You know what I do to liars and thieves, Maxwell?”

He shakes his head, and I step closer to him, pressing the gun to the side of his head. His whole body is shaking. I could pull the trigger, and end him right here and now, but there’s no fun in that. A quick kill is no fun.

“No. Please,” Maxwell begs pathetically.

“Are you begging me to blow your brains out the side of your head, all over this shipping container?”

“Please…don't. I'll do anything.”

I press the gun against his skull harder, leaning in to taunt him, “Anything huh?”

“Yeah anything, just don't kill me.”

“On your knees then. Suck my dick whilst I hold this loaded gun to your head.”

He scoffs, shaking his head violently and causing the gun to move. “No. I'm not sucking a guy’s dick. Anything but that.”

I laugh again. “You said anything, Maxwell. Did you lie again? Did you not mean your words?”

“I didn't lie. But…”

I cut him off, “But you did.”

I push him down onto his knees, taunting with malice in my tone, “Your choice, Maxwell. Suck or die?”

I shove my pelvis against Maxwell's face. I’m barely hard and don’t want Maxwell to actually suck me. He spits on my jeans.

“Fuck you!” he hisses at me.

“You'd love that, wouldn't you? But that wasn't an option.”

I grip Maxwell's hair and tilt his head up, drawing the trigger back.

“Seems you’ve made your choice.”

I fire the gun and the blood spatters, the bullet flying through his head and hitting the side of the shipping container with a loud clink. Shoving Maxwell to the floor, I kick him down and spit on him.

“Capullo scum.”

Leaning down I wipe the blood off my gun on Maxwell's t-shirt, kicking him one last time before I leave and get on my bike again to go back to the pub. That was an easy kill, but it messed with my head. He was the enemy, just like Jasper is and that is causing my head to spin.

Chapter 22

Jasper

I’m playing pool with Malyk when Reece comes stalking back into the pub. He looks wound up, as though the weight of the world is on his shoulders. He steps up behind me whilst I’m taking a shot. I stand stock still, my cue resting on the edge of the table as I line it up.

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