Page 7 of Frenemies

That was my cue to fold over her and softly growl, “If you tell me where they are, I’ll be nice.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Wrong answer.

I thrust into her so hard her head whacked off the mirror, cracking the glass. Wouldn’t hear me complain if she wanted to keep playing this game. I could keep this shit up all night. Hell, I might even use some of her other holes.

“They’re outside,” she cried out before I could snap my hips and drive into her again.

Well fuck, that was over quickly.

“That’s better,” I sighed and smoothed a palm down her sobbing form.

Other than my own pleasure, there was no need to continue the assault. Not to mention, if I was gonna pull this off, I needed her to cooperate.

“It’s alright.” With a sigh, I stopped thrusting and pet her head. “Do you have a phone?”

She whimpered and nodded in response.

“Good,” I slid my dick out and took a step back. “Go get it.”

There was no attempt at seduction this time or fluttering lashes. She simply hung her head and obeyed. The whole display was a bit pathetic.

Once the girl had her phone, I pulled her over and held her back against my chest.

“Text them.”

“And say what?”

I rested my chin on the top of her head and peered down at the lit-up screen. “Tell them you’ve got me alone in the bathroom.”

When hesitation pulled at her features, I pulled out my 9mm.

“Or,” I trailed the barrel up to her quivering thigh. “We could have some fun with this.”

That was all she needed to hear. Her fingers instantly began tapping along, sending my message. I couldn’t help but snort. Leave it to my brother to give his girls some cheap piece-of-shit phone with a number keyboard.

She shifted and cleared her throat when the phone lit up with a response. “They said to keep you here.”

They were coming to me, perfect. Now to kill some time.

“Good.” I pushed her on her knees, “While we wait, you can suck my dick.”

I hadn’t come yet, and my balls were aching for release. That was one good thing about coke. It kept you alert. I could blow my load and still be one hundred percent aware of my surroundings.

The bitch was too scared to argue. Didn’t even bother to take to condom off before slurping my dick in her mouth. Probably a good thing. I wasn’t about to bareback any part of a hooker. Actually, there was only one girl I’d bareback, and that wasn’t an option, so I’d have to deal with this mediocre substitution.

My fingers threaded through her hair, guiding her movements as I aimed my pistol at the door. I had to hand it to the chick—she knew what she was doing. Sucked the cum right out of me as the first Reaper swung the door open.

I watched his eyes widen and pulled the trigger, sending an echoing bang through the air.

The bitch kneeling at my feet screamed and ducked under her arms as blood and brains splattered across the tilted wall, and she wasn’t the only one. I could hear a commotion erupting of squeals, crashes, and footsteps erupting from the bar. Even saw one asshole flip his table over. Guess this wasn’t his first rodeo.

The second Reaper peeked in and faltered long enough for me to tighten my finger again. That body landed out in the bar. That was two taken care of, but there was still another problem.

I tipped my head at the booted feet sticking through the doorway and then looked down at the whore, curled in a ball at my feet.

She hadn’t really done anything wrong, other than seeing my face. The other customers had seen my face too, but they didn’t see what went down—just the bloody aftermath. I’d make it easy. One right between the eyes and done.

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