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"That was not the reason I came here," Dante said a few minutes later once we were both a little less cum drunk.
I laughed. "I wouldn't have been mad if it was. Can you tell me what it was then?"
"How would you feel about a little fun? We've got some people we need to teach a lesson, the old school way. A Preacher/Monster mashup if you will?"
"Sounds like a great time to me," I grinned. "Lead the way."
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
DANTE
"This is a first,"Daddy muttered as we pulled up to the old butcher shop where most of our messes were handled. The building was nearly deserted, not a single customer in sight.
I nodded at him as I pushed through the door first. "I told them to clear the customers out since we might get a little carried away. I'd also planned to fuck you right after since I figured our adrenaline would be high. Of course, that was before you decided to take me like a savage in the office earlier."
Daddy chuckled as he tugged me back by the waist. "As I recall, you didn't seem to mind me fucking your mouth a few minutes ago."
I shivered at the desire his words elicited. He was such a fucking tease. Now I'd have to go in there with a boner and the bad guys would be super confused.
As if he read my mind, he laughed even louder, then released me. I walked through the store with my head held high, despite the way my cock battled with my zipper.
In the back were a couple of guards watching the rooms, but otherwise it was quiet. I nodded at them both, to which they practically saluted me. Daddy reached around to open the door, and then we were inside the room where all the fun would go down.
"This is what I'm talking about," I said to Daddy, my evil monologue in place. "No respect anymore from these young guys."
The two young guys I spoke of stared at us with a mix of apprehension and curiosity bubbling in their eyes. I knew they had no clue who we were. Our reputations didn't come from our looks. It was our names that people tended to fear.
"We didn't do nothing!" One of the men shouted.
While they were nothing more than low-level thugs in a slowly growing gang across town, I still needed them to know they couldn't go around pulling the shit they had. Not in my city. Not under my watch and protection.
For as much as the organization loved to shake people down before, I'd made a habit now of creating community. I wanted people to want to put their money into the business. They needed to think of it as a tithe rather than something to be feared. I wasn't going to kick in their door because they needed to feed their family rather than pay me a few hundred dollars that wouldn't truly affect our bottom line.
Thanks to the money I'd accrued during my time away and the business Preacher built, we had a sizeable nest egg between us. We'd split some of it out to invest, but the rest was literally waiting for us to decide what to do with it next.
Except, there were people like these guys who thought it was a fucking joke to go into our neighborhoods and terrorize our families. They shook them down for cash and made it seem like it was going to happen again.
Fucking idiots.
"You did do something here, ass-wipe. You messed with the wrong people." I bent low to look one of them in the eye. I wanted him to see how messed up I was beneath this suit. He needed to know there was no coming back from this alive.
Daddy, for his part, was rather quiet. I knew he'd step in the moment I asked him to. This was just his persona. The role he'd played for as long as we were given the power to step up in rank.
"We really didn't mean to," the other guy said as he realized the gravity of the situation. "We just do what the boss says to do."
I nodded as I looked over. "I understand. Bosses can be tough, right?"
He returned my nod, then stepped closer to the center of the room where I stood with our prey. "They are tough at times. My boss is the best, though. Loyal, reasonable, and sexy as hell."
The two men strapped to their chairs shared a confused look. I laughed before turning to give my husband a filthy kiss. It really was weird how turned on I'd get playing with our next casualty.
"You're trying to butter me up, aren't you? Well, it won't work."
Daddy stared me down for a full minute. Then he turned to walk over to the table of tools. "Not even if I let you have the first slice?"
I couldn't help the way my heart sped up at the prospect. He'd seen enough of my work as The Monster to know how much I loved to make a mess. It was part of the release to get to take out the victim in the most gruesome way I could. I didn't want anyone to be able to identify them should their body somehow be found by authorities.
"That could convince me." I stuck my hand out as I waited for him to bring me something to use. It didn't much matter what it was so long as the blade was sharp.
