Page 116 of His Enforcer

“Fuck, Lex was right. They are having sex.”

“Anthony!” Tatum cries, his voice echoing through the chambers. “Yes. Right there. Right there!”

“Yes, what he said!” I hear Bane chime in, and Luca huffs a small laugh.

“God, that horny fucker,” he murmurs as we turn another corner and see Tatum bent forward against a wall, Anthony’s cock tunneling in and out of Tatum’s ass. Bane is watching from the side, a cowboy hat on his head, backward.

“What are the chances that hat is made from the skin of a victim?” Luca asks me, and I snort softly.

“Probably.”

“Can I help you?” Anthony asks when he sees us approach. He stops fucking into Tatum and holds himself inside. I force myself not to look. I’ve seen them fuck far too many times, the two of them enjoying us watching.

Bane grumbles under his breath as he not-so-subtly adjusts himself. “You’re ruining the show.”

“We have things to report to you. Lex said you were down here.”

Anthony turns his gaze and runs his hand up Tatum’s back, making him tremble.

“We will be up shortly. You can take Bane with you. He’s getting far too bossy.”

“I’m not being bossy! I have preferences!”

“You can keep your opinions to yourself,” Anthony grunts and then pulls out of Tatum and pushes back into him, making him groan.

Bane’s bottom lip juts out, but he skulks toward us, glancing back as the fucking continues.

“Won’t be long! Oh fuck!” Tatum cries out as we move back through the tunnels.

“I’m sad I’m missing it. They are very fun to watch, but want to see something cool?”

We glance at each other as Bane grabs our hands and pulls us forward.

“I can’t keep it a secret any longer. Anthony said I could expand the cells. Want to see the addition I’m having made?”

We can’t say no, so we just go silently through the worn, rickety cells and past his usual butchery. There’s someone chained to the chair in the center, head and arms missing.

I bet he’s taking them apart and saving the body parts in those jars of his.

“I’m going to have an interior designer come in and make this place really homey,” Bane explains as he sweeps his hand out before him. It’s just a dirt cave at the moment, and I really can’t envision anything but what it is currently.

“You think that’s really the right move?” I ask, and Bane’s eyebrows meet his hairline.

“Why wouldn’t it be? I want people to feel comfy before I take them apart.”

Luca lets out a small laugh, rubbing at his jaw. “You serious?”

“Of course I am! I’m a great host!”

“We weren’t saying you aren’t, just…surprised is all. This is a new level of fucked.”

Bane gasps and looks around, his eyes wide before he giggles.

“It is. But I like it. I want a washable rug and some nice art on the walls.”

“If that’s what you want, then who are we to stop you?”

“Exactly. Georgiy gave me the idea. His place is so nice and fancy. And anyway, I want an upgrade. I’m a hard worker and deserve it. And a raise. I definitely deserve that.”

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