Page 128 of Stabby Little

"Let me blow you and I won't tell my bosses where you are." Roy grinds his palm into my midsection. "I'll help you create a new identity to leave the city. No one will know."

Reaching down, I tug down my zipper. I expose myself to Roy, letting him see my shaft.

"There." I bring his hand to my cock and wrap his fingers around it. "Are you happy?"

Roy lets out a moan as he drops to his knees. He brings his lips to my crown and kisses it.

I reach into my back pocket and retrieve my knife.

I plunge the knife into his neck and twist it against his carotid artery.

Roy screams as blood spurts out of his wound.

I jab the knife in even harder. "You're working for criminals," I spit out, kicking him to the ground. "You think I'd let you live?”

I grab his phone out of his pocket. I'll go through his contacts later to find out who can make me a fake ID.

Roy blubbers as I move away from him. "Help me."

"You made your choice when you started working for the Diavolos." I slide my knife into my back pocket. "You tried to take advantage of me. I won't let anyone do that again."

I pull my Glock out of my back pocket.

Bang.

Roy's body flies into the tree trunk and smashes against the bark.

My gun is still smoking when I tuck it into my waistband and leave Central Park.

39

GRANT

"Are you ready?"

I turn to Jagger as we wait outside the basement. We're at the foot of a staircase in a nondescript house in Queens. Michael's in the basement with Kobe Bailey tied to a water pipe. Kobe's screams echo through the door, letting us know Michael's already started the job.

"I can't believe Michael's doing this." Jagger's eyes flare with rage. "There's no fucking way Kobe killed Xavier."

"Or Gordon." I tug my knife out of my pocket. "We should ram this into his fucking neck the second we enter. He'll never see it coming."

"Don't speak that way." Jagger places his palm on my shoulder. "This is still our boss. Our duty is to ensure Kobe stays alive until the end of this session. Then we can take him away from Michael."

"Anton and Zaire will still hunt him down." I gnash my teeth. "No doubt their men stole him."

"They could've done it themselves. Michael could've lied when he said his men took Kobe. All we know is that they got the wrong boy."

“You can say that again. I'd bet my left ass cheek Kobe doesn't know what's going on."

"Why the fuck did Michael take him?" Jagger asks. "I can't wrap my head around this."

"I gave Michael surveillance footage of the boy I believed to be Kobe leaving a special effects prosthetics shop and purchasing the disguise he wore at Tiffy’s wedding.”

“Why?”

“I thought it’d make Michael go easier on him. He’s always mellowed out after I present him with breakthrough evidence in the past. I figured he could speak to Kobe on his way to class. Not send goons to kidnap him.”

"I'll be surprised if Kobe talks."

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