Page 8 of The Masks She Wore

?When our father began his ventures in this world, he never expected it to grow so large so fast. Nearly two decades ago, he made the decision that he needed sons to aid in his Empire. To keep things running smoothly as he couldn’t be everywhere at once, and he couldn’t trust his secrets to the people who worked for him.

?So, he devised a program. For several years he worked on it and when it was finally perfected, when others had failed the test, he sought out children who the world had given up on. Who the world had forgotten.

?He found us.

?The world knew of the Shadows of Sin, they knew we were ruthless and unforgiving, they knew that we had gone through this program, along with countless others, they just didn’t know anything about what happened during the program, only that somepeople didn’t survive it.

?Greyson, just like the three of us, was special, he was just special in a better way than we were. Azrael hated that, resented how coddling Malachi was towards him, but I understood. We each had a part to play, that was Greyson’s.

?Azrael questioned him about it. Why even keep him around if he was so weak?

?To which Malachi stated,“Every Empire needs a level head. Greyson is yours.”

?He wasn’t any weaker than us. He could still hold his own, but if it came down to it, I’d call Everett or Azrael over him if I needed aid.

?I checked my watch again, my irritation growing. Late. This guy truly didn’t give a fuck about what’s-her-face, did he? What a piece of shit.

?I flicked my cigarette to the ground and shoved away from the wall. His house it was. A little worse to clean up, but I wasn’t the one doing it.

?I turned for the mouth of the alley and stopped when I saw this short man storming around the corner, hands clenched into fists, sweat on his brow, receding hairline.

?Hmm.

?No wonder she gave it to me so easily. He probably broke into a sweat pedaling here on his bicycle, there was no way he had any sortof stamina.

?Or good health.

?He struck me as the kind who was overly selfish with getting his cock sucked, and while I expected my women to suck my cock whenever I wanted them too, I also craved to make them cum until they were begging me to stop. Until they were on the verge of passing out. Until their bodies couldn’t take anymore.

?Was that selfish of me?

?I didn’t give a shit.

?I lifted my chin, watching as he stormed over to me like a sweaty angry mole rat. Pathetic.

?“You fucked my girl?” he snarled, lifting a fist.

?Bad form.

?“In her ass,” I replied, leaning back to avoid his weak swing. “She came too,” I bragged as I reached for my gun. “Not very great sounding, her moans of pleasure, but Hell, got me off.” I was a man of noise. I liked hearing my women moan. I liked knowing what I was doing to them, that they couldn’t handle it. That they couldn’t hold it back. I liked watching the way their body reacted to mine. When they whimpered and writhed, that’s what did it for me.

?However, the last few years it felt like the women were changing. Too much internet, not enough authenticity. They thought that if they watched enough porn, they could learn enough to please the men in their life, but there was a line there. Too much acting, youlose yourself in it. Doesn’t matter what a guy does, if you’re too focused on the acting of it, the theatrics, you can’t get out of your head long enough to enjoy the process.

?Because of that, I shifted my focus, sacrificing my own desires for a quick cum and drop.

?Alex roared and lunged for me.

?Annoyed and tired, I stepped to one side, my focus now on my gun. I needed to screw the silencer on. Can’t have the whole world knowing that I’m a killer.

?He stumbled forward and spun around, such rage in his pinched face, it had turned bright red. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”

?I nodded, tightening the silencer down. “Good to know.” I held up the gun, pointing it right between his eyes.

?His red face paled.

?“Tell Satan he should start paying me for all the people he’s gotten out of this deal,” I said before pulling the trigger.

?His body stiffened, the back of his head exploding outward, the blood splattering across the already stained and puke-covered alley. The light in his eyes disappeared between one second and the next before his knees gave out and he fell to the ground in a heap, the blood spreading slowly around him.

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