Page 29 of Princess's Revenge

“Yes.”

She gives me a solemn nod and opens the box, chews her cheek for two seconds, then turns the pizza to me.

I pull out a slice and close it. “No appetite?”

“First eyeball separation,” she grimaces, “do you enjoy what you do?”

“I’m not an animal, Andrea. I don’t get my rocks off from hurting people or killing them. It’s just a fact that the strong rule the weak. From time to time you need to demonstrate that power. I take no pleasure in it.’

“Hmm,” she stares out at the green pasture.

I turn the box back to her, “You should try this, it’s good. Also, you left your lunch in the cellar.”

“That was my breakfast,” she gives me a little smile and takes a slice.

She’s gorgeous. It’s weird to think this after just killing someone—but I’d really like to fuck her right now.They say people are horny at funerals because our reptile brains feel like we have to create new life when one is extinguished.

“What do you mean—you take no pleasure in it?How can someone be so good at something and not take pleasure?”

I laugh, “Some tennis players don’t even like the game, they do it for the money. This is the exact same thing.”

“Touché,” she points at me.

When I’m done with my slice, I stand and go over to her. “Listen,” I put my hand on her shoulder, “I need a favor.”

She gives a surprised look.

“Keep what happened between us. I don’t want anyone knowing about it till I go check out the guy who sold to Jimmy. I need to know if this is a serious threat or not.”

“What doIget out of it?” She gives me a naughty smile. It makes me want to tear off her clothes and fuck her right here.

“What would you like?”

She stands…and she’s so close to me, we’re breathing the same air. She pushes her hand down on my cock with that same mischievous smile. I involuntarily grunt because I was hard already. “This…and…”

“And what?”

“And if you’re going to check out that guy now, I want to come with you. I’m bored.” She pulls my face down with two hands and kisses me deep, with a furious passion I wouldn’t have imagined from her, sucking on my tongue.

My hands instinctively go to her ass and I heft her up onto me so I don’t have to bend. No sooner than I do, does she push off from me, landing on her feet.

“Uh…uh,” she sings the words and waves a delicious finger at me—No.“Business first, then this,” she pats the bulge in my pants again.

I grunt in frustration.I am going to destroy that pussy.“Your wish is my command.”

“Good,” she says, “let’s go.”

We take my Maserati and head for the north side of town—it’s Cassaduchi territory.It used to be ours.

I keep my thoughts—and my hands—to myself while Andrea plays with the radio and all the buttons in the car. Sometimes it’s easy to forget she’s only twenty-one years old…a gorgeous, ripe, twenty-one-year-old.

We get to the dive-bar that Jimmy mentioned. It’s a place I’ve been to before on occasion. It’s called—The Rat Trap.A low face-brick building on the dirty side of the port.

It’s a shithole. Damp, wet, greasy and dark.

I park in the gravel lot, my Maserati stands out in stark contrast to the battered down pickups and other filthy work vehicles surrounding us—tow-trucks and such.

Andrea smiles to me, “Definitelylookslike the kind of place where people score heroin.”

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