Page 2 of Stabby Little

“Come on, Daddy.” I puff out my lips. “It's only three hundred dollars. You can afford it.”

“Get inside.” Gordon's eyes flash with darkness.

Clawing back a giggle, I scurry through the door and shut it behind me. After following Gordon to the living room, I push him on the sofa and tug out his cock.

“So big, Daddy.” I wrap my fingers around his shaft, playing with his hard member.

This is the cock that caused so much pain in the warehouse.

This is the cock that hurt so many of my friends.

This is the man who raped them and didn't give a fuck.

“Get me off.” Gordon forces his fingers through my hair, tugging at my roots. “I'll murder you if the cops show up.”

I spit on his glans and pump his shaft. “This is how I pay my bills, Daddy. I don't work for the cops.”

Gordon cants his hips up and directs his cock toward my mouth. I beat him off until he's close to his climax.

Just before he comes, I reach into my back pocket and pull out my knife.

“Where are the Diavolo brothers?” I press the blade against his neck.

Gordon freezes. “What?”

“Michael, Anton, and Zaire.” I rub the sharp blade against his flesh. “Tell me where the fuck they are.”

I refuse to fuck around.

This man knows where my abusers are.

There were originally four Diavolo brothers but the fourth, Seth, died the day my friend Callum's partner Benedetto burned down their Yonkers warehouse.

It's time to get them back for the shit they put me and my friends through.

Gordon's eyes widen. “I don't know.”

I dip the knife to his dick and place it on his ballsack. “I'll cut your fucking balls off if you don't tell me.”

A bead of sweat drips down Gordon's forehead. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a business card and scrawls a name.

“I'm just a hitman. The Diavolo brothers keep me out of the loop. Find Xavier Sanchez. He'll tell you.”

“Where can I find Xavier?”

“I don't know. Around.”

I stare at Gordon.

This man will die today.

There's no way around it.

I drive the knife into his chest.

Garbled screams rush out of him, desperate and unrelenting.

I don't let him beg for mercy.

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