Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Malachi jumps up like a child who’s walked into a candy store. “Fuck, yes! I’m finally gonna skull fuck a bitch.”
I nod at Ezra and head to the door. Malachi follows behind me. “You’re a sick fuck, you know that?”
He shrugs. “I know. Good thing I’m on your side, huh?”
Chapter 17
Malachi
(Two Years Ago)
Dominic sits across from Richard. He sloshes the amber liquid in the glass in his hand against the ice. I scan the room to make sure his henchmen aren’t here. Three mask-wearing, creepy motherfuckers known as the beasts, and I’m shocked they’re nowhere to be found.
“Dominic. Richard,” Dariyus says in that polite, diplomatic voice he likes to use when we meet with business fuckers who aren’t the killing kind. That’s how he originally joined the crew. Ezra liked how he talked to people. He was polite, and that accent gave him some sort of legitimacy about being intelligent.
“Ah, Dariyus, so nice to see you again,” Richard says as he gets out of his seat and offers his hand. I’m shocked Dariyus shakes it without crushing all the bones in the fucker’s hand. “Please take a seat.”
Dariyus sits beside Dominic while I stand behind him like a good little soldier. People like Richard and Dominic would never take someone like me seriously. To them, I’m just a two-bit criminal, some stray Ezra brought around. He forgets how my father helped people like him and Ezra’s dad build their empires with his sweat and bloodstained hands. Richard probably doesn’t remember how my dad took out the guy who tried to assassinate him twenty years ago, but I do.
I was fuckin’ five when he came home with a bag of heroin, free of charge from the big man he worked for. Apparently, good ol’ dad was not only good at torture and abuse at home. That night, he was running high on adrenaline and fucked up by getting my mother hooked and fucking up all our lives. I sometimes wonder what I would have been if she wasn’t always doped up and too out of it to care what people did to her children.
Rage rises in me and forms a ball in my throat. I finger the sharp tip of the hunting knife strapped to my side like a holstered gun. The pleasantries aren’t even over before I toss it and hit Richard right in the throat.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Dariyus yells as he turns to me, splashes of blood now covering his face and three-piece suit.
Dominic scampers off his chair and backs away. I shove my other knife in his face, stopping him in his tracks before I turn to Dariyus. “You’re welcome. You look hot as fuck.” I smile at Dominic. “Now, to take care of you.”
Dominic shakes as I hold the knife to his jugular and walk him over to Richard. “Take off Dickie’s pants.”
Richard gurgles some incomprehensible words as Dominic turns to me, his face horrified.
“Chop, chop, Dom. We don’t have all day.”
My cock hardens as I stare at Dominic’s shaking hands. Fear and blood get me going, and the scent of both lingers heavily in the room. Dominic pulls Richard’s zipper down, and a flaccid little cock springs out.
Dominic turns to me like a scared child. He’s waiting for orders or maybe hoping he’s not in trouble anymore.
“You’re searching for salvation, Dommie, but all you’ll find here is damnation. Now be a good boy and get Richard nice and hard.”
“What are you doing, Mal?” Dariyus asks.
The man has no imagination. He’d stab them to death and call it a day.
“You want to make it a show, don’t you?” I demand. “Well, I’m about to fuckin’ get an Oscar-worthy performance out of these motherfuckers.”
I grip the back of Dominic’s neck and yank his head back. “Be a good boy and say aaahhh.”
Dominic stares at me in confusion right before I slash his face. He screams. “What the fuck? You’re crazy!”
I smirk. “Yes, Dommie, I am. So you better do as I ask, or I’ll make all this painful for you.”
Dominic opens his mouth, and I shove his face on Richard’s dick. “Make sure you relax your throat and take every inch all the way down.”
As soon as Dominic has his lips wrapped around Richard’s cock, I pull the hunting knife from Richard’s neck. Blood gushes like a waterfall, spraying my face. My tongue darts out, and I lick my lips, savoring the metallic taste. “You’re doing a good job, Dommie. Look at you, such a good little bitch. How does it feel to be on your knees with a mouth full of cock?”
I hold Dominic’s head down on Richard’s dick while I shove the ten-inch blade through Dominic’s pants and straight up his asshole. He tries to scream, but it’s hard to make much noise when his mouth’s constricted by another man’s cock.