SURVIVOR: Ghost – Bodyguard Series (S01 • E024) 🩸🔞
By Adewole Kelvin
“FEARLESS RESOLVED”
Miguel’s Pov
I slammed my fist hard on the large table littered with cards, guns, cash bundles, and drugs, the force of the hit tossing some of the items into the air, as I gave my six fierce men kneeling before me a dead look, my anger growing by the second just from the sight of them, holding a Glock 6 gun in my hand.
“WHERE’S MY MONEY? THEN, WHERE THE FUCK IS THE GIRL IF THERE’S NO MONEY, HUH? SEE, NOTHING TO OFFER! THAT GIRL WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE COLLATERAL TO PAY BACK MY MONEY IF HER FATHER FAILS TO PAY, YOU KNOW THAT, HUH, DON’T YOU? BUT YOU BUNCH OF IMBECILES STILL DARE TO COME BACK HERE AND GIVE ME STUPID EXCUSES THAT SHE ESCAPED… JUST ONE TINY GIRL ESCAPES FROM YOUR HANDS? SIX OF YOU LOST ONE GIRL? OH, DISAPPOINTING AND EMBARRASSING… AND YOU IMBECILES STILL THINK YOU CAN BE CALLED ‘RED WOLVES’? HOW DARE YOU? HOW DARE YOU COME BACK EMPTY-HANDED? NO MONEY, NO GIRL. NOTHING! JUST YOUR USELESS WEIGHTS AND WEAPONS… WELL, YOU SIX IMBECILES ARE NOTHING BUT GHOSTS OF THE RED WOLVES. NOW, YOU’RE FUCKING DONE FOR! YOU SHOULD NEVER HAVE COME BACK. AND IF YOU DIDN’T, HOW WOULD I HAVE WELCOMED YOU WITH DEATH, A TEACHER FOR THOSE WHO DARE TO CROSS ME OR FAIL ME, YOU IMBECILES!”
CLICKS, CLICKS!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Without hesitation, I shot them dead in the head, watching each of their bodies drop to the ground like sacks of fresh meat, one after the other. Even then, I racked the slide of my gun with a smooth motion, stepped around the large table, and walked toward them.
My anger only deepened at the sight of their lifeless bodies, and I opened fire again, riddling them with bullets until the gun clicked empty. With that, I kicked one in the midsection and smashed the butt of the gun into another’s face before spitting on them. Incompetent imbeciles.
If there’s anything I hate with a passion, it’s failure, dejection, dullness, and betrayal. I could kill millions over that, and death is the reward for anyone who brings it to me. Insider or outsider. Business or no business. Friend or no friend. Family or no family. I don’t give a damn. Just like I did to those incompetent imbeciles I killed for failing a simple job.
I gave them one task, to bring me the daughter of a debtor who’s owed me for months. That girl was the collateral, the price to pay in case her father failed. But these fools couldn’t even deliver one tiny girl? Pathetic. Instead, they let her slip through their hands, into the grip of my own right-hand man, Lobo. Well, he’ll be sharing their fate soon enough.
Annoyingly, I gritted my teeth and kicked one of their lifeless bodies again before finally turning my back on them. I ran both hands over the back of my head in frustration and walked back to the large table. I exhaled sharply, grabbed my Cuban cigar and plastic spark-wheel lighter, flicked it open with my long thumb, and clenched the cigar between my teeth.
A quick spark, and I lit it up. Then I tossed the lighter aside onto the table, took a deep puff, and perched on the edge of the table. With my eyes shut, I exhaled the thick smoke through both my mouth and nose, letting it drown the frustration boiling inside me. This was my only medicine. The only thing that calms me when I’m stressed, frustrated, or pissed off. Not like I’ve ever really been worried. Nothing scares me, not even death. So, what’s there to worry about? Nothing. It all just fucking sucks.
In that moment, I recalled the phone conversation I had just a few hours ago with my so-called right-hand man, Lobo, before those six imbeciles I sent on a task returned, empty-handed, after losing the girl straight into his. Just thinking back to that phone call between us made me chuckle, wickedly. And what made me chuckle even more wasn’t the call itself… It was the sweet thought of the never-ending hell I’m about to drag him through.
Speaking of the dead right-hand man of mine, what’s his real name again? After a brief, deep thought, I recall his name, Lorenzo. Well, he’s nothing but a dead man to me now, because he and his partner brought shame to the organization. A gang organization. The most feared in Canada right now.
One I built with my own hands. Named it Red Wolves, the same name that makes people tremble and show respect the moment they hear or see us. And yet, he dared to bring disgrace to it… All because a mere girl beat him to a pulp in the street. That alone is enough reason for me to erase him from memory.
Proudly, I built this organization from scratch. And the only reason I started it was for power, protection, and respect, not just to survive, but to rule. To own the streets and the states. To make people know their place, especially those fools who like to feel like gods. Being the leader, and a member, of the Red Wolves comes with rules and sacrifice. I created those rules myself, and they’ve been obeyed ever since.
Rule No. 1: Never let your guard down. Never get defeated, no matter what. The penalty for that? Brutal death. You pay with your own blood, as a warning to the rest. Rule No. 2: No one leaves the organization. Once you’re in, you’re in for life. Try to walk out, you die. Rule No. 3: No failure. Every task given must be completed. No excuses. The penalty for failure? Death. Just like what I did to those imbeciles.
And last but not least, the final rule: Blood demands blood. When these rules are broken, there are no second chances, not for betrayal, not for shame, and definitely not for failure. Because in the world we live in, blood always demands blood. Even if I have to wipe out half the organization, I don’t care. That’s still better than letting weak losers stain my name. And as for Lorenzo, his death will be the most brutal of all. A harsh correction for all the betrayal and shame he brought to this organization.
Given that he’s my right-hand man, it’s nothing but embarrassment and disappointment to discover that he and his partner, Reid, the same ones I ordered four weeks ago to bring me the debtor’s daughter if he failed to pay back my money, got knocked out cold by a common girl in the street. Worse? I saw it all in a video sent to me by an unknown source. But my instincts are never wrong… that video was probably sent by someone within the organization.
After seeing that video, I’ve never felt anger like that, not in the last four weeks, not ever. My own right-hand man… the one I trusted, the one I actually liked among all the members in the organization, defeated by some random girl, like a baby? God, it was frustrating. Disappointing. Every time I recall it, my blood boils. Especially knowing he knows the rules of this organization. He knows what that kind of failure means. No room for defeat. It’s a taboo. It’s forbidden.
Four weeks earlier, I was already thinking of making him the leader of the organization and stepping back. And the only reason I even considered that was because he was the one person I trusted, the only one I truly counted on. He was lucky… lucky to have found favor in my eyes. It could take me a million years to place my trust in someone… but with him? It happened in a day.
Aside from that, I have this sense of believe the gang organization will be a better future with him as a leader, considering the effort he had put in the organization smartly, especially the drugs business. He’s quite fortunate in that part, which I gave a big role in that area of drug s business to handle them. He’s the reason we move from buyer to supplier to inventor, now we own the recipe. And the powerful, the wealthy? They buy from us.
But what angered me most wasn’t just the defeat or the shame—it was the worst part: the bunch of foolish civilians who stood around and watched it happen. That scene. That goddamn street fight where one tiny girl dropped my right-hand man with just a few knocks. Now those useless onlookers might start thinking we, the Red Wolves, aren’t as strong as we claim. That one girl could beat one of us. And if they start thinking that… they might get bold. They might think it’s their chance to fight back.
I highly doubt there’s no way they won’t try to come after us now, especially after that girl humiliated the two imbeciles I once called my right-hand man and his partner. Just one street girl, and they went down like punks. That alone set my blood on fire. With the connections I’ve got in the police, they picked up Lorenzo and Reid right after the incident, and though the girl somehow slipped through.
But I wasn’t done. I passed a little info to the cops and a few prison rats, promised ‘em early release if they made his life a living nightmare. And they didn’t waste time. For the past four weeks, they’ve been working him over like animals.
Not like I couldn’t get him out the very day he got apprehended. In fact, the police were ready to release him the moment they realized who he was to me, my right-hand man. I’ve got connections with some of the officers in Toronto.
Though, I know a few of those strong-headed cops still try everything they can to put an end to the crimes my people commit. That makes me laugh sometimes. Who dares to hold someone as powerful as me? Even the chaos happening in the streets from my people? That’s just a sneak peek. They call that real violence? We’re just about to begin.
While the cops were playing their part, our rivals were busy playing theirs, dangerous and dirty. Just after I bailed out Lorenzo and Reid this noon, they killed Reid. Cold. It’s just a pity they don’t realize they’re digging their own graves deeper with that move. Taking one of my people’s lives? That’s a death wish. I found out about Reid’s death from Giulio… one of my own men, whom I personally killed right after.
As for Giulio, his own dullness sealed his fate, and I don’t regret sending that fat pig straight to hell. He had eyes to see, ears to hear, a brain to think, and still made the dumbest decision. After catching the debtor’s daughter, what’s her name again? Yeah… Bao, with Lorenzo in a damn car after she escaped from the imbeciles I sent to get her, he still let it slide.
The fat pig couldn’t do a damn thing, just let her get away like that, with all the money her father owes me, and expected me to let it slide? He didn’t even try to go after them. Instead, that idiot came back running his mouth about some fiery tale of love between her and Lorenzo, telling me how it’d be hard to get the girl over my own money. Who gives a fuck about that?
When I truly discovered Lorenzo’s treacherous act of keeping her away from me, my anger doubled. The fact that he actually helped that girl escape her father’s debt and hid her from me, like I wouldn’t find out, was enough reason for him to start digging his own grave. Instead of fearing the brutal death that was already waiting to fall on his head after his prison release, he chose betrayal and treachery like a damn fool.
I wouldn’t be surprised if it was just some random fool caught with his little girlfriend, but it was Lorenzo. He knows the rules. He knows the game better than anyone. And after the shame he already dragged into the organization? It hits different. He’s not just any member, he’s the second-in-command. That alone sets him apart from the rest.
Being in that second-highest position comes with weight, and a price. He doesn’t deserve to die like some stray animal in the street. No. As the second-in-command of this organization, after the shame he brought on us, he should return and face his fate like a man. He should be kindly killed… beheaded, with his blood spilled as a correction, a warning, to every other member of this organization.
But he went ahead and boldly did what was on his mind? Even with how serious things were, that bastard still had the guts to demand a face-off with me in the octagon, in front of many of our members tonight, even after I gave him a second chance. I should’ve killed him the moment I had the chance. But now? He’s only earned himself extra punishment on top of the shame, betrayal, and treachery he already brought upon himself.
I couldn’t help but laugh wickedly at his death wish, the worst decision he ever made. And knowing the Lobo I once trusted, it’s shocking he’d choose to go against me over one girl… a girl who probably might not even shed a tear when he’s lying cold and dead like a rat. Worst part? He broke the rules.
He dared to go against everything we stand for. But I’ll admit this, he inspired me. Inspired me to remind everyone what a real leader is, and why no one ever defies the laws of this organization when I rip him apart. Oh, dead Lobo! He’s made the worst decision ever In his life and what I’m going to do to him will be never-ending.
Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if Lorenzo decided to battle me. I live in a world where many people want me dead like a stray dog… gone for good. Wasted… Even within my own organization, I know for sure there are snakes hiding in plain sight. Just like two days ago (evening), I was in my car, heading to our secret production lab hidden deep in a remote area, the place where our drugs are being made, just to see how things were running over there.
Besides that, a wealthy and powerful politician, a first-time buyer, already made contact. He requested a secret meeting and needed the drugs delivered that same night. Said he’d pay any amount, no questions asked. All that mattered was that the supply was ready on time.
While we were on our way there, getting ready for the meeting with that politician, a bus suddenly double-crossed my car, and before I could blink, they opened fire. Bullets came flying like rain, shredding the car with heavy firepower strong enough to crack the windshield wide open. I had to duck low along with my personal soldiers as the bullets tore through the glass, missing my head by inches.
But it was clear these men weren’t professionals, no masks, nothing to hide their faces. I caught a good glimpse of their looks. And that right there? That was the biggest mistake they made. Unbeknownst to them, I had already pinged a few of my men as a silent alert, they were stationed around the area, watching everything go down from different angles.
Pinged by me, my men showed up and opened fire on them from the east. The shock on their faces, and the way they took off like frightened deer in their cars, was enough to make someone burst into laughter. But I wasn’t going to let them get away with it. Not in this world. Maybe in the next. Still, it didn’t stop my meeting with the politician. That had to go on. Meanwhile, I ordered a few of my men to dig deep and find out who those bastards were.
It took two days before my men finally brought those bastards to me, only to find out it was Andrea, the son of my old-time friend… the same friend I killed in cold blood and felt damn satisfied doing it, and that’s why he tried to take my life two days ago. The father thinks just because he’s rich, he can take me down over a profitable organization we both built. The same organization I poured more blood, sweat, and money into. And now he wants to claim it for himself and even kill me for it.
The same man who would’ve been nothing without me. Yeah… nothing. It still surprises me how someone can turn like that, ruin everything, and still have the guts to blame you when it all goes to hell. But death? Death always finds its way back to anyone who crosses me. And honestly, I didn’t feel a damn ounce of regret when I ended his miserable life.
His son? That imbecile thought he could crawl out from nowhere and avenge a man not even worth mourning. I’ll give it to him, he had guts. But vengeance? He knew nothing about it. He wasn’t good enough to take me down. And I’ll admit it… I savored every damn second of sending him to the afterlife too. He should have accepted his fate. Man must accept his fate and can’t go beyond that… What a waste of life! They don’t know, whoever sets a trap of death for me become the pot they fall into.
As I perched lightly on the large table, puffing slowly on my Cuban cigar, the smoke calmed my nerves despite the disappointment boiling inside me. Even with everything happening, thoughts racing through my mind, I exhaled, eyes half-shut, then opened them again, only to see the bodies of the men I’d killed still lying cold on the floor. And there, right in the center of the room, stood the others, holding guns, yet frozen like statues. The most surprising part? These imbeciles saw everything that went down… and still didn’t raise a hand or lift a damn leg. Just stood there like fools.
Disappointed by their stupidity, I moved my hand behind my back, feeling around the table for a gun. The moment my fingers brushed one, a Glock 17 this time, I picked it up and racked the slide smoothly, eyes locked on those fools still standing there like statues. If one of them drops dead next, I wouldn’t be surprised. They already know what comes after I take lives.
As I raised the gun and tried to aim at one of them, the door suddenly swung open. Perro, one of my soldiers I had positioned as the head of the sex trafficking, stepped in with five ladies. Three Canadians, one Nigerian, and one from London. Overall, each one of them working for me as a sex worker to pay back the money their miserable fathers couldn’t cough up. Seeing them here only meant one thing, they came to deliver something.
And that something was nothing but money, the one thing that mattered most to me in that moment. As serious as it is, my money comes with a deal: a set amount agreed upon, and it must be returned to me daily after their hustles, prostitution. No excuses. No delays. Unless they’ve got a death wish. They walked in, each holding a small bag, dressed sexy as hell in those skimpy little outfits that barely covered their bodies
As much as my money mattered more, they looked so damn ravishing and tempting, it had an immediate effect on me, my cock kicked just from the sight of them. I slowly lowered the hand holding the gun and tossed it back onto the large table. I was forced to do what I hadn’t planned… changed my mind entirely. Then I barked out orders to those imbeciles still standing there like fools.
Miguel: Hey! You three—get these motherfuckers off the floor and the hell out of here!
Immediately, they did as I said, hauling the bodies out on their shoulders, no questions asked. Perro gave a respectful bow as I moved over and sank into the couch.
Perro: El jefe.
I only nodded and crossed my leg, feasting my eyes on one of the ladies standing there, smooth dark complexion, tattoos on her left thigh, dressed in a sequin strapless dark short gown that made her breasts damn attention-grabbing. A flower tattoo curved on the left side of her breast added more fire to the view. As tempting as it seemed, she wasn’t even wearing a bra
And if she wasn’t wearing a bra, I highly doubt she had any panties on either. She stood out better than the rest of them, had everything a man could want. Full up front, thick at the back, wide hips, and a body that could make a priest sin. Unlike the others who looked skinny like hungry dogs, she had curves that begged to be touched.
But even with all that, she wasn’t as pretty as my Marissa, Marissa had it all. The five of them stood in a line with their heads bowed and hands behind them, looking scared, like I might devour them any second. Perro, who had taken the bag from them, dropped it on the table in front of me and unzipped it slowly, carefully, while I watched from the corner of my eye.
However, there was something different, something off yet damn attractive, about the dark one. She didn’t look scared like the others. Nah, she stood there with confidence, locking eyes with me, giving me that seductive look that said she wanted me. Even boldly chewing gums in her mouth… I wasn’t surprised. The day she was brought into this organization, she wore that same bold face, fearless and unshaken. It was as if she saw this organization as a place of fun. And that… that’s something I admire in a woman. Confidence… Fearless. The kind that draws a man in without saying a word.
As I kept feasting my eyes on her, scanning every inch of that tempting shape of her body, lust took over. My cock begin to stretch in the towel, ready to betray my focus, until Perro called my attention.
Perro: El jefe.
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Miguel: Yeah… young perro?
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Perro: Here’s the money this sluts earned, Jefe.
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Miguel: I see… So, the money, did it come in full like we agreed? You counted and confirmed every damn note, right?
I asked, picking up a bundle of $100 CAD bills from one of the bags before dropping it back in and leaning into the couch, my eyes fixed on Perro who stood there facing me, scratching his head with a sheepish smile.
Perro: Err… no, Jefe. I-I didn’t count them… or confirm, sir…
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Miguel: Tell me… why do you think I made you the house boss over these girls, hmm, young Perro?
I asked again, puffing my cuban cigar.
Perro: To watch over them and take care of them in the safe house… make sure they’re doing the needful. But you never told me to count or confirm the cash, boss. You only said to bring them here with the money, or straight to your house, since you’re the one that always does the confirming. So I didn’t check it… I was just following orders, Jefe.
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Miguel: (Chuckles) Oh, I see… Perro, perro, the holy and obedient one. So damn foolish that he won’t even count the money unless I spell it out for him… Just waiting for my command before using his damn brain, hmm?
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Perro: Uh, I’ll do that right now, Jefe! Right away!
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Miguel: No, never mind, obedient Perro. I’ll do it myself, okay? Relax. Just so you know, you’re nothing but a fucking ghost man if I find out that the money they made and brought back isn’t complete. Even if a single note is missing, I’ll take my sweet time skinning you alive before killing you. Not them. Got that?
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Perro: (swallow hard) Crystal clear, Jefe.
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Miguel: Tonight, they resume back to their businesses again as usual. Now, get your sorry ass the fuck outta my face with your damn babies.
I commanded, jerking my head to the side for him to get the hell out of the room with the ladies. He nodded and stepped away from the table, telling them to move too, while I picked up a bundle of $100 CAD cash from one of the bag and flicked through it quick with the tip of my right thumb before tossing it back into the bag.
Perro: Yes, Jefe… Move your asses already… Time to go…
As he said that, I shifted my focus towards them, as he leads the ladies who walked hurriedly in fear, while he walked behind them, but as for the dark lady, she calmly, walked and swaying her backside from side to side, this act of her prompting perro to push her, which she immediately reacted with a quick eyeing glance boldly. But annoyed by this act of her, he tried to hit her.
Before he could hit her, I stopped him immediately concerning the dark one, prompting him to look in my direction with the lady.
Miguel: Hey, Perro… except that one, she stays. Take the rest of ’em and get out.
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Perro: Sir?
He exclaimed, but I didn’t say a word, just shot him a dead, stern look while puffing slow on my Cuban cigar. My silence said it all. He gulped, shifted his gaze, and furrowed his brow at her. That look he gave? Yeah… I caught it. Told me everything I needed to know in just seconds. Like maybe he was into her or something. I chuckled, turned away, and exhaled the smoke through my mouth, wondering if the idiot had been having a good time with her behind my damn back.
I wouldn’t be surprised if he did. What else should I expect from that skinny bastard? The lady’s got every man’s dream features, full in all the right places, even if her face ain’t all that. And the advantage? He’s the house boss, in charge of the debtor’s daughters and the rest of the girls working for me as sex workers. He even lives with them, along with a few of his boys, stationed to watch over the safe house. I highly doubt he hasn’t had his way between all their legs. I wonder how many he’s pounded like a damn street dog. But that’s his own cup of tea… just as long as he doesn’t cross my line.
From the corner of my eye, I watched him steal one last glance at the dark one before ordering her and the rest, then walking out and shutting the door behind them.
Perro: Move your asses, you fucking sluts… And you, stay behind.
As soon as they were gone, the dark one walked to my side with slow steps and a confident stride, not even sparing her a second glance. I stretched my hand toward the table and tapped the ash off my Cuban cigar onto the stainless plate in front of me, getting ready to spill what was on my mind. But to my utmost surprise, she calmly and boldly walked around my back, tracing her fingers across my shoulder — making me pause for a moment from what I was doing.
Next thing, she sat on my laps, and as she did, her round, full breasts shifted subtly with the movement, their curves spilling between her cleavage right before my eyes. She arched her back, smiling at me with a seductive calm face like she owned the damn room. She didn’t look scared or confused about what could happen, not even close. Instead, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders like I belonged to her. Like she had some kind of right over me. A thing no woman on earth could ever dare do to me, not even my own woman, Marissa.
Despite being together, Marissa still knows her limits. But this slut… she caught me off guard, made my head swell, igniting both rage and astonishment at the same damn time. How dare her? Who the hell does this bitch think she is? As much as I like women with bold traits, that doesn’t give them the right to act anyhow around me. I could end up killing them for it.
Shortly after she sat on my laps, I snorts and grasped her by the neck, gripping her tight and pulling her face close to mine, furrowing my eyes brow at her then growled.
Miguel: What the fuck do you think you’re doing, hmm? You wanna die young?
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Sex worker: Awn, I’m already dead, Jefe. Dead from the moment your beautiful set of brown eyes feasted on me earlier… and then you ordered your man, Perro, that I should stay behind. Oh, the moment I saw that, I knew— I was already dead.
She answered boldly, flirtatiously, with that hungry, lustful, seductive look in her eyes, even daring to rub her ass against my cock, which was already starting to rise beneath the towel. She didn’t give a damn whether I snapped her neck or not. That alone left me stunned for a moment. No other woman had ever dared speak to me like that, except Marissa. But this one? She looked like someone desperate to be fucked right then and there, probably why she was spewing such nonsense.
Aside from that, the way she was squeezing and pushing up her big breasts to my face with her hands, it said everything. The look on her face gave me second thoughts. Maybe she wasn’t as bold as I thought to be… maybe she just desperately wanted me between her legs. I hate to admit it, but damn, the way she moved, the way she reacted so seductively… she was turning me on plus she smells so nice. But still, I tightened my grip around her neck and said gruffly.
Miguel: I see… and you’re definitely dead. Yeah… nothing but a ghost of a girl. And you know what? It truly amuses me knowing you’re already dead in my hands, because I’ll gladly take my time and watch your miserable life slowly drain out of your useless body as I throttle you. But then, let me ask… why do you think I made you stay?
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Sex worker: Ohh, thank you for asking, Jefe. It’s simple—because you and I both know you’re interested in me. You really want us to do this… together.
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Miguel: (snorts) Like what? Speak!
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Sex worker: Like fuck each other senseless, Jefe… and you know it.
She answered in a sensual voice, still arching her back and groping her breasts up to my face like she was urging me to suck on them, turning me on by the damn second. As much as I hate to admit it, she was right. The slut knew exactly what I wanted in that moment. Surprised by her boldness, I chuckled, darted my eyes to the side for a brief second… then looked her dead in the eyes, cold and intimidate her
Miguel: Fuck you? Do you even realize who the hell you’re spitting this nonsense at? Huh? I won’t even be surprised if you sniffed some coke before Perro dragged your ass here. You must be mad. You’re digging your own grave, girl. Early, too… Remember, you’re on the edge of death right now… and I could snap your neck without blinking. You’re even dead already. (Snorts) And sex? You really think I’d waste my time fucking a stray dog like you, when I’ve got fine-ass queens begging for my attention every damn day? What makes you fucking think I’d even do that?
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Sex worker: Ohh, Jefe… from the moment your beautiful set of brown eyes locked on me, over the rest of us, I saw that desire burning in them. You and I both know it’s real. You want this, even if you pretend not to. Truth is, I’ve liked you from the very first day I saw you. Besides… you’re already hard and thick between your legs, so why don’t we stop pretending and enjoy this moment together, hmm… while it lasts? And maybe… after that, you can choke the life outta me, hmm?
She responded sensually, completely unshaken by my intimidation. Biting the side of her lips, she held the hand I was using to grip her neck, then slowly pulled it off and guided it down to her bosom. My fingers ran through her cleavage until she moved it further and pressed it against her right, round, full breast, all by herself, making me grope it tight. She locked eyes with me, that same flirtatious smile dancing on her face. Then, in a quick tilt of her head, the hair covering her cheek flicked to the side, giving me a fuller view of her face, as she continued groping her breast tighter using my hand like it was hers.
As big as her boobs were, they felt both hard and soft at the same time, something I couldn’t even describe. With my hands on them, it felt too damn good to touch, even though I didn’t want her knowing how much I truly desired her. But deep down, I couldn’t help but wonder, how the hell is she this bold? This daring? Acting like this without a single ounce of fear in her eyes. Not even a shake, as I puffed on my Cuban cigar, watching her in silence. Like most people would be on their damn knees by now, begging me to spare their lives for trespassing. And for those who dare… death is always the return.
What utterly surprised me more was when she had the nerve, the fucking nerve, to reach for the Cuban cigar between my lips, the same one I was puffing, and took it right out of my mouth like she owned me. And not just that, she took a puff from it. Then, turning slightly, she pressed the burning tip against the stainless plate on the table, killing the fire like it was nothing, dusting off the ashes as calm as ever. I still didn’t say a word. Just watched in dead silence with my other hand on the arm of the couch. Then she turned back to me, looked me straight in the eye, and blew the smoke right into my face. Nobody… nobody had ever done that to me before. Not even Marissa, and that same Cuban cigar once drove her completely deranged.
But in that moment, she slowly traced her fingers along my arm, moving up to my shoulder, then locked her arms around my neck and leaned in closer, wearing that same seductive, smiley expression. She tilted her face slightly and locked her lips on mine softly, her breasts snugly pressing against my chest with unyielding determination. Her body… warm, confident, and unapologetically bold, pushing me to make a move I never intended to.
I sat upright, raised my arms, placed one hand on her left thigh, tracing up to her hips, then narrowing around her slim waist across her back. Slowly, I grasped the upper side of her gown at the back and pulled it down. As we kissed deeply, our lips moving in a hungry, breathless rhythm, I moved from her lips, rubbing my lips along her jawline, then down her neck to her collarbone. She moaned softly into my ear, her warm breath against my skin, tightening her arms around my neck as I kept pulling the gown down until it reached her waist, bringing our warm skin in contact.
Then, just like that, the door opened.
Tbc…
Sorry for the delay, guys. Expect another one in about five days.