Page 22 of Property of Big Daddy

“It’s nothing.We are friends here, no?I treat my friends very how do you say, good.”

“I’ve got no complaints.”

“Very good.You, I like.But I hear rumors of a rival club making a move on our territory.This I do not like so much.”

Fuck.Maybe Hero was right about taking out the Depraved, but I’m not surprised Hector is aware of their presence.He’s got eyes and ears everywhere.

“They aren’t a problem.”

“Are you telling me my source is wrong?”

“I don’t know your source.I only know what I know.Which is, they aren’t an issue at this time.”

“I don’t like complications.”

“Understood.”

“Good.See that it stays that way.Now that business is out of the way.You and your man enjoy the food and the women.You’re my guests.”

“As much as we’d love to stay, we’ve got to ride out as soon as possible.”

“You’re going to hurt Tonya’s feelings.”He grabs a skinny blonde by the arm who looks like she’s been fucked six ways to Sunday, is in need of a good meal, and to lay off the drugs and pushes her toward me.“I insist.”

Hero shares a look with me, and I don’t have to guess what he’s thinking.There’s no way in hell either of us are fucking his used up and diseased pussy.I’m not stupid and neither is Hero.He wants us to fuck them so they can poke holes in the condoms and use the kids that result from it against as blackmail or give us some crotch rot as a parting gift.

“Come on, sweetheart.I’ll be gentle,” I lie and get up from my chair.

“Where are you going?She can please you here.”

“Performance anxiety.I like my privacy.”

He studies me then laughs, though nothing about this is funny.“Do you need your VP to hold your dick for you?”

“We like to share.”

“By all means.Enjoy yourselves.”

One of his men leads us to a room that I have no doubt is bugged and has a camera.

There’s no way in hell I’m letting this bitch near my dick, and I can’t expect Hero to take one for the cause either.

This is completely fucked.

Hero is looking at me like ‘now what?’

“You got any party favors?”I ask this whore.

“Shh.”She puts a finger to her cracked lips and leans her head to the right.She’s missing teeth.There are track marks all over her arms and some sores that look like they are rotting her flesh.She’s going to need an amputation of her left arm if they don’t get her to a doctor soon.

I glance that way out of the corner of my eye, spotting the camera.

I pull her in close, hoping I’m speaking low enough as I make it appear like I am going to kiss on the neck.“How many cameras?”

“Just the one,” she tells me.

“Any blind spots?”

“There’s the bathroom.”

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