Page 151 of Wrong Pucking Player

“Bet he stares in the mirror and imagines he has a big dick.”

The other two begin to chuckle before they add.

“If Winchester had a big cock, he would have bagged Nurse Johnson.”

“Right. Got beat by O’Riley. Respectable dude with a big ass cock.”

“Pierced, too. Heard some the guys talking about it.”

“I swear someone on the Pincer Blades is pierced, too.”

Where do they get their information from?

“If you guys are going to waste my fucking time, I’m leaving,” Winchester snaps. “I don’t get paid to stand here and be compared to some douche you guys think is some sort of god.”

“Says the guy with a god complex!”

“Just give us our fucking money, Winchester!”

“We warned you. Fork up our coins or be ready to face the consequences.”

“Unless you’re planning to shoot me up, I’m not afraid of whatever consequences you’re talking about,” Winchester dares to say. “If you want to fight, go right ahead. Just avoid the face. Wouldn’t want you three going on the news for assaulting Strattonville’s Golden Boy because of your brute jealousy.”

“You fucking piece of—”

“Don’t bother, Bro. We’re done wasting time.”

“Let’s show this narcissistic shit that we’re not here to mess around.” A whistling sound follows, the pitch high while the sound travels far. “C’mon, boys! Let’s show Winchester not to mess with our gang!”

Only, he’s greeted with silence.

Or crickets.

Either way, I’m struggling not to snicker because I’m tingling with excitement.

Time to release some steam.

“Boys!”

“Let’s go guys. It’s time to fuck shit up!”

“Hello?”

The echoed comments follow with more silence.

Enough to cue Winchester’s full-on laughing fit.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me. You guys actually were going to ambush me?!” He’s hysterically laughing. I bet you he’s on the verge of tears with how his laughter gets louder and higher in pitch. “Fucking priceless. Wow! You guys actually had the balls. Gold. Fucking gold. This was a good laugh.”

“Shut the fuck up, Winchester!”

“What the fuck? Did you give them the right address?”

“I did, Bro. Texted it to everyone, and they confirmed they were in their positions half an hour ago.”

“Then what the fuck happen?!”

“I happened.” Walking out of the shadows in all black, I watch the three men go rigid as their eyes widen with fear.

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