Page 39 of Clash
Smirking, I revved my engine, obnoxiously taunting the man on the other line. “Whatever the fuck I want.”
Before he could argue, I hung up on his ass, ready to find the bastard who dared to cross my woman.
Yeah… maybe I’m living in Delulu Land, but the second my lips touched Gina’s, I fucking claimed her. That devilish pout sucked away all hope of other women ever having a chance with me. And even though she probably hates my face, wants to kick my ass, and have nothing to do with me, I’m still determined to get her that money back, even if it’s the stupidest idea I’ve ever fucking had.
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That fucking bastard!
From a distance, I watched the demented pig as he shoved his filthy tongue down a hooker’s throat. He was using Gina’s money to get himself laid, and from the looks of it, he was paying her high dollar for the works.
The hooker screamed as he pounded her pussy with his fingers, biting and nipping at her neck as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear. “You fucking like that, don’t you, whore?”
“Yes,” she said on a moan, her short leopard skirt riding up her ass.
“Tell your daddy how much you like fucking his fingers.”
When she didn’t answer, he got more aggressive, possibly hurting her.
My fists clenched as his hands wrapped around her throat, forcing her to answer him. “Say it, whore!”
“I love your fingers, Daddy!”
“Good slut. Now, get on your knees and take Daddy’s cock, earn every fucking dollar I’m about to bless you with.”
Without hesitation, the hooker dropped to her knees, fiddling with his pants as he undid his belt and zipper.
What the bastard didn’t realize was how stupid he truly was, because this little distraction made it way too fucking easy to get my money back. The hard part was going to be getting past his dashcam.
Reaching through his partially open window, I carefully unlocked the passenger door, doing whatever I could to make sure neither of them heard me as he hate-fucked her face into oblivion. You could hear her gagging from here, and normally,I’d enjoy that sound, but I was too focused on getting back what was rightfully Gina’s, to revel in a good gag.
With a quick flick of my wrist, I covered the camera on his dash with a rag I found next to a dumpster, before inspecting the vehicle for more. There was one camera in the back seat, and another facing directly at me. My heart practically seized when I realized I was caught in its sights,
Ah, so he’s not a complete idiot. He turned off all his cameras before he got out of the car.
Why has no one called him on his shit? People have to be aware that he’s one corrupt fuck.
I’ll give him one thing, though, he was smart enough to hide the cash, but not smart enough to put it somewhere I couldn’t find it. After two minutes of thorough searching, I found the stash hidden behind his passenger seat in a duffle bag. A quick peek inside showed me everything I needed to see, all of Gina’s money was just sitting there, ready for me to claim it.
What a moron! Who the fuck leaves this much money unattended just to get some pussy?
The slapping of flesh filled the back alley, as Hadley threw her against a wall, shoving his micro cock inside her gaping pussy. That poor little hooker, I bet it feels like she’s getting fucked by a dry thumb. There’s no way a peckerwood like him could ever get a girl like that wet, not with that flaccid sad excuse for a chub.
Hadley’s wife often complained about how she got the shit end of the stick when it came to her husband’s dick. I still remember the day I talked her into fucking me. All it took was a few flirty lines, and a flash of my cock, and that bitch was begging to get fucked. She actually said I fucking almost killed her—that her insides felt like she was being split in two by a machete. But I’m sure any dick would feel like a machete when Hadley only had an eraser top to fuck her with.
Stealing the duffle bag from his squad car, I carefully shut his passenger door, making my way back out the alley just as I heard the sick bastard release himself like a grunting pig.
Yeah, stifling that giggle was almost as hard as getting that hooker off for him… impossible.
Hadley’s head shot up, just as my steel toe boot disappeared around the corner.
My bike kicked up a cloud of dirt as I revved the engine, then before the bastard could even pick up his pants, I was booking it out of there, ready to find my woman and give her back what was rightfully hers.
15
There were days I fell asleep in a puddle of my own tears, silently sobbing as I thought back to that stupid day, and how in one singular moment, I’d lost everything that could’ve helped me and my son. It was a bittersweet realization, knowing I was finally on the right track, and was kicked back ten steps even further. I had no clue how I would make it until tomorrow. With no money, and me relying on Bess for everything, I was literally the epitome of what my ex called me… useless… weak… and pathetically reliant on him to do anything. I’d never be a breadwinner. Not when I couldn’t even survive to start with.
I couldn’t do anything on my own, not really.
