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I’m a fighter whose enemy is the predator who got away with the sickest crime of the century.
I’m a monster who isn’t any better than he is.
"Run, precious Olive." I tap my fingers on my steering wheel, my mind plunging into the abyss of destruction where it feels most comfortable. "If you knew what was good for you, you’d leave your penthouse tonight. Sleeping on the streets like a broke little Cinderella would be better for you."
That’s when my phone buzzes.
Father:There are a lot of sick fucks out there. That’s why I don’t put too much effort into finding who killed Chelsie. There are too many to look into. You’re not strong enough to deal with the sicko who took her. You couldn’t handle him. You think you’re a tough motherfucker, but you’re not. I know tough. I know monsters. I’ve worked with serial killers on Wall Street. You think we all wear suits and look at spreadsheets all day. I have a litany of colleagues whose crimes on unlit streets in tiny towns outside of Atlantic City would prevent you and all your tough guy bullshit friends from sleeping again. You don't know who or what you’re fucking with. It could be a gang that grabs girls like Chelsie for fun. If you want to poke the fucking bear, be my guest. I’ve known too many sick fucks to get involved. Chelsie is dead no matter what. That’s the end of it.
Me:It’s not the fucking end of it. I can avenge her. She didn’t deserve to die like that.
Father:Are you so determined to find out who stomped out her life because you cared about her or because you wanted to be the one to do it?
I throw my phone down, screaming inside my Porsche. My father has no idea what he’s talking about. He’s a monster. He’s ten times worse than I’ll ever be.
"Fuck you," I roar, punching my steering wheel.
I’m going to find out what happened to Chelsie no matter if it kills me.
TWENTY-THREE
BROCK
"Yeah,mon chérie," I growl, plowing Olivia deep in the ass. "Take my baguette, bitch. I know you like it when Iparle français."
Olivia moans, her body grinding on the bed beneath us. "Fuck me harder, Brock."
"I love how you use your words, baby girl." Rook pinches her tit, which makes her cry out with a zap of pleasure. "Makes us feel like we’re not assaulting you for once."
"Shut up and take this cock, bitch." I bring my hand down on her ass with a smack. "Don’t let me come too soon."
Olivia accepts my hard baguette like only a horny little slut can. She spreads her asshole, her face in her pillow as she fingers her pussy. This is a first and I fucking love it. Instead of one of us fingering her, she’s doing it herself.
Rook grabs her chin and forces it up. "You enjoying this, little Olive?"
Olivia’s cheeks flush pink, giving baby kittens a run for their money. "Don’t ask me, motherfucker. Just keep fucking my ass. I want one of you two to take my fucking pussy."
I’ll be fucking damned to hell how hot this is. Hearing Olivia ask for our cocks makes me hornier than a motherfucker.
I yank herSlutchain. It’s to show this bitch who’s boss. Me. I’m in control. Not her no matter how good that asshole feels around my cock.
"Clench that pucker around my dick. That’s right, bitch. You were made to take my cock. When the gods put you on this Earth, it was for one reason. To lie here on this bed like a filthy slut and spread those legs for me. Tight little hole got me ready to bust. I’ve never had this problem with a bitch before. I fuck and fuck for hours and never grow tired. I’m a steed. A prize-winning stallion. Ass is nothing to me. I rut in it for years and never come. You turn me into a leaky pipe under the kitchen sink. A busted fire hydrant in the hood that’s ready to paint the entire neighborhood in my cum."
Rook tightens his grip on her tit. "Take Brock’s cock like the slut you are. You’re lucky it isn’t mine. I’d tear you up so good no one would be able to put you back together. Ask Humpty Dumpty how that worked out for him."
Olivia cries out, her asshole clenching, her tits jiggling. She pants into her pillow, her hair falling over her shoulders, her white skin shading pink.
She’s so fucking hot like this. Spread out on the bed. Ass in the air.
With a growl, I bring my right hand down hard on her cheeks. The smacking noise reverberates throughout the room, echoing off the high ceilings, shaking the blinds. I do it again, needing to see the way her skin turns pink from my firm hand.
"Oh, Brock!" Olivia is in ecstasy.
I love that she’s enjoying this. It makes me feel like a real man. Not a bitch ass cunt who can’t make his girl bust.
My fingers cinch around herSlutchain. "Scream, baby girl. Let everyone know you’re having fun."
Olivia stares at Rook for permission. "Will the neighbors hear me?"
