Page 108 of Roulette: The Madam

From the looks of it, he had the same idea. He was far from a saint in the situation. Simultaneously, we were both well within our rights.

“We fuck, Israel. And, we fuck good.” I chuckled. “But make no mistake– there isn’t a man in the world who can demand something of me that doesn’t apply to him.

“I’m not one to weep about how unfair and unjust a man’s actions are. I’m one to show him that they don’t end with him. We’re both capable bei–”

The sound of a chamber filling with a bullet signaled his frustration.

“Tell him goodnight, Roulette.”

“I– Who are– What the fuck is going on?” Fidel asked. “You married or some shit?”

I removed the table napkin from my lap and placed it over my water.

“Goodnight, Israel.”

A chuckle fell from his lips as I leaned back in my seat to get a better look at the gentle giant. He lifted his arm and pressed the steel against Fidel’s forehead. I cocked my head to the left and folded my arms against my chest.

“Amusing,” I sniggered.

“Woah. Woah. What the fuck, man? I didn’t know she was marr– Dog, she– what is–” Fidel stuttered. I was certain he was on the verge of pissing his pants. Gasps from the patrons around us echoed in the distance.

“Tell this nigga, goodnight.”

I continued staring daggers into Israel’s face, wishing it was planted in my pussy.

“Are you going to handle your business or keep wasting our time, love?”

Finally realizing I was calling his bluff, he applied the necessary pressure to the trigger. He ended Fidel’s life in a moment’s time.

His blood splattered across the table, dirting the linen. I removed the table napkin from my water and placed the glass at my lips. It was free of Fidel’s bodily fluids.

Fair enough.

“Get the fuck up, Princess.”

Sirens blared in the distance. The presence of an ambulance was pointless.

I scrunched my nose. The smell of death was one I’d never get acquainted with. It was foul. And, it was a reminder that I would one day have loosened muscles. I took a huge gulp, pushing the thought to the back of my head.

Fidel’s bowels had passed and he was stinking up the restaurant. There was no coming back for him. There was no reviving him. The morgue was a better fit for his current condition.

“The police will be here shortly. You do not want an encounter with the law.”

He was right.

“Princess.”

At the sound of the name, I rose from my seat and took the first step. I was partially dazed from the intensity of my peak. Israel had excited me in the most profound way. My pussy was aching with desire, yearning to be touched. To be sucked. To be fucked.

“When I tell you something,you listen, Roulette. Do you hear me?”

I squinted as I tried to determine where we were headed.

“I’m talking to you, Roulette.”

“That’s not my name, Israel.”

He pushed out hot air. His nerves were rattled. The grip he had on the wheel as he pushed his car past one hundred and ten miles per hour was telling.

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