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Lyon's Family (The Lyon #5)

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by Jordan Silver


  “Where’s your boy?” I flushed the condom and watched it disappear before flushing again. She was still lolling around on the bed like she thought this was the Ritz and we were in love or some shit. “What’s your rush baby, come back to bed.”

  “I would if there was something worth coming back to now where the fuck is he?” She looked hurt as fuck; yeah I care. I wasn’t there when she decided to fuck her life down the drain with this shit I’m not responsible. I give a fuck.

  She flounced off the bed and got into her clothes. At one point she was probably a nice looking chick, I guess that’s why her owner had sent her. Too bad for him pussy didn’t sway me; the shit was too easy to come by.

  “He said I should bring you by when we were done.” What the fuck? Who told this hump I needed to unwind as soon as I got into town? I like to get shit done and be out as soon as possible, preferably before the sun goes down.

  The fact that he was procrastinating told me that he was up to no fucking good. If that was the case I hope he knew what the fuck he was doing. I’d come prepared for any contention, a man in my business better be on that shit if he wanted to survive.

  I cleaned off my dick and shoved my shit back into my Trues. I wasn’t dressed to impress, that’s not my game, so it was jeans a tank and Tims.

  I had my tats on full display and the stud in my ear was gleaming. I had the look down, no one would ever guess at the silver spoon background that had been wrenched away when daddy found younger pussy and left mommy and me high and dry. Motherfucking hump.

  I couldn’t be mad at the chick; she was just doing what she had to do to survive, same as me. Life had fucked me sideways when I wasn’t looking and I was lived to pay that shit forward.

  “Let’s bounce, time’s a wasting and I’ve got shit to do.” She seemed nervous as fuck all of a sudden but I wasn’t worried. I had a good idea what the fuck was up. Her boy had made certain promises and now couldn’t come through. Same story different asshole!

  Instead of manning the fuck up and coming clean, he had decided to make an end run around me it seemed like. Fine, we’ll see how that shit plays.

  I did a sweep of the area as soon as we hit the streets. Miss. Thing had picked me up at the airport and brought me directly to this place, which I’m guessing was two steps up from a flop.

  The street wasn’t the best but it wasn’t the worse either. There were winos and junkies hanging around looking like rejects from a third world country instead of denizens of one of the major cities of the good ole U.S of fucking A.

  She put a lot more wiggle in her ass than was necessary as she led me out to the car. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that she was wasting her time, neither was I interested in making her feel good about herself.

  I didn’t see or feel any danger so I’m guessing the shit was supposed to go down at the next destination. I wondered on the way there how he was gonna play it. Would he come at me head on? Nah, if he had the balls he would’ve met me at the airport himself.

  No he’d loosened me up with the pussy, next was probably some good Kush, most likely laced with some shit that it didn’t need but was guaranteed to fuck me up.

  Let me see, after I’m nice and fucked he’d make his play. He’s probably gonna have a couple of his goons there to make himself look good.

  Mind you, I’m the victim here; I’m the one who’s been wronged. But none of that will matter as he justifies taking my life because he stole from me and couldn’t repay.

  The dumb fuck won’t stop to ask himself why the fuck I would come all the way here alone. Why I hadn’t brought not even one of my boys with me.

  Hmm, either he thought I was real fucking stupid to believe his bullshit lies, or he was as fucking stupid as I had come to believe. I’m inclined to think it’s the latter.

  “So, how long are you planning to stay?” She lit a cigarette with a trembling hand as she looked around at anything but me. I guess it was hard to look at someone you were taking to their death.

  I wonder how many men had had to suffer her washed up cunt before their demise, what a fucking insult. The least the fuck could do is find some better strange, the fuck, that’s cold.

  “Don’t talk.” The tone was stone cold, the face like marble. It was her first glimpse at the real me. Good let her get nervous, let her start to worry.

  We pulled into a nice looking middle class community. I could tell the neighbors must hate this guy. Muscle cars parked up and down the street with muscle bound derelicts hanging out on the lawn while the houses on both sides of him looked like cookie cutter paradise.

  There was the prerequisite pit bull and men in roped chains with their hats on backwards and their pants hanging off their ass. What a fucking stereotype.

  When I get home I’m putting my foot in my second in command’s ass. This asshole was his girl’s cousin’s cousin or some fuck and we were doing him a solid. That’s what happens when you mix business with friendship, somebody always gets stupid.

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  Elena M. Reyes

  Malfunction Erotica Author/Director

 

 

 


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