โSo I said to her, โNo, I am a messenger of death!โ
You should have seen the look on her face.
Heh-Hehโฆ
Anyway, she wonโt be seeing age six.โ
โAll these clones cominโ outta the woodwork since I took my liโl holiday.
But boy am I too busy drowninโ in Colombian pussy. I just canโt bear to leave yet.โ
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The idea of him was once a rumor. Those in the outside said it was ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ฅ๐ for one man to be responsible for everything.
Fortunately for New York's underbelly however โ the Kingpin is very ๐ซ๐๐๐ฅ. And he keeps them alive.
I drop to my belly, the rifleโs grip feels orgasmic in my hands. I need this
Through the scope, his tanned skin is all lines and sweat.
I hold my breath anโ let the crosshairs kiss his oily temple. The trigger gives with a delicate click, and the round rips through brain.
โHow many times I gotta tell ya, hornheadโItโs Bullseye. Get it right anโ maybe Iโll let that family Iโm watchinโ live.โ
Whoโm I kiddinโ... That family I stuffed in the RV out in the Grand Canyon? Packed โem in like sardines. Shit, you could hear โem screaminโ for miles.
โDidnโt peg you for someone whoโd get off on a little mayhem.โ
Closer now, gazinโ over this fancy-schmancy dress.
I canโt help but linger on that shudder he canโt hide. โThat little shiver of yoursโฆ bet it feels good, huh? Like stickinโ a knife in and twisting just right.โ
The screams and crunching metal from the pileup fade into background noise, like a song Iโve heard too many times.
I tilt my head, eyeing the other with somethinโ cruel anโ curious, like a cat sizing up a half-dead mouse. โWell, damn, buttercup,โ I drawl, syrupy with mockery. ~