DUTY CALLS~STEPHANFor the first time, I was afraid. I was the head of a feared and revered gang in the country and here I was naked and vulnerable and afraid.Afraid to move because I might wake my Pamela. Her heart beat softly against my chest and her breath burned me as she slept. I stroked her hair softly as she mumbled something in her sleep.I was certain that she did not sleep well after what she had witnessed last night. I was entirely to blame for that. I should not have brought my business home.I needed to be a better leader for my people. Anyone who dared make a move against me would be dealt with in the most fucked way that I could think of.Pamela stirred and moaned on my cock as she got comfortable. I suppressed a shudder and curled my toes to keep from moving. I knew starving her from my body was going to have an effect but I did not know she would be this ravenous.It had been almost difficult to make her come but she did. My waist was aching and so was my cock, I ad
THE LAUGHING DOGS~STEPHANI looked at the rearview mirror of my Chiron and saw a motorcycle following just behind. I suppressed a sigh because I knew who it was.I did not think Frank noticed because of how busy the streets were. Besides only a trained eye sees the figure on the bike. Frank had never been worried about who wanted him dead."Are we going in guns blazing or what?" Frank asked me as I drove.I had no plan for what to do when we got there, I did not know much about this dog gang but I wanted answers and that was the plan.I heard a phone vibrate. Frank put his left into the pocket of his inner jacket and brought out a black burner phone. It belonged to the deceased hitman."It's a text message, asking if you are dead and also asking for a picture as proof," Frank reported as he scrolled through the phone.I stifled a laugh. "They still do that?" I asked in a mixture of amusement and disbelief."Fucking amateurs," Frank muttered."Ask for payment first," I said as an idea
SON OF THE DEVIL~STEPHANI could have sent my men and stayed back to watch. I could have sent assassins or even paid mercenaries to wipe out the whole of Shacktown.But I wanted them to bear witness and I knew they were watching. I came here for blood because I needed to blow off steam. That was all there was to it.I was curious as to where this circus was going. The place reeked of alcohol, mixtures of sweat, sex, and blood. It looked worse as well.This was the upper echelon of Shacktown. The Laughing dogs had killed their way to this tower and had never come down.They lost a lot of men but gained a lot of followers in the end due to their victory. It was impressive for a gang but not for me.They were worms, all of them and they did not deserve to die from my bullets.The walls were painted with obscene words and graffiti. There were splatters of blood on the walls. There was a huge golden chair with the top skull of a dog with an enlarged canine etched on the top.It seemed lik
DANCE OF DEATH~STEPHANI stood there in the middle of Shacktown Tower, taking it all in. The smell, the sound, the emotions. I wanted to memorize everything I saw before I made my move.The Maestro sat there on his golden throne with a smug expression on his face. He believed he had us where we wanted. Which was what most people I have killed also believed. It made no sense to stand in the open surrounded by doped-up men with find guns but I had assessed men that could cause potential harm and none of them posed any.The Laughing Dogs were fierce fighters it was how they could maintain their supremacy for so long in Shacktown but since my father passed away, some things had to pass away with him.This bunch of worms was not going to be a constant problem for me. They would be the sacrifice for my new position as The Sisyphean King, Son of the Devil."Raven," I called Minerva by her codename. It was time to spill blood.Frank reached into his pocket very slowly and all the thirty-six
SACRIFICIAL DOGS~STEPHANThrough the chaos, I spotted Maestro reaching the elevator and already had his hands on the worn-out buttons. He was losing a lot of blood and was already leaning on the walls.I watched as his palm made a bloody imprint on the wall. I stormed forward but was blocked by a man who had raised an ax over his head.I did not stop. The fourth man yelled a war cry and charged as he brought the axe down with great force.I merely moved to the left side and the axe missed me completely. The man, due to the force he used could not stop his momentum. I jammed my blade into his back with looking back.His legs crumpled before him. He tried getting up but could not. "Me legs, I can't feel legs!" He panicked.I stabbed his spine, the one responsible for his legs, He would not be walking till he died.I reached into my shoulder holster and pulled out a straight knife with a wicked-looking sharp edge and hurled it at The Maestro.The knife went through his arm and pinned it
BLOOD HOUND~STEPHANI heard the car from my room and recognized the sound of the engine. Stephan was back from work, well whatever work was. Georgia had been my companion ever since Stephan left.I had woken up aroused and with Stephan's scent lingering on me. I felt his warmth even though he was not there My loins ached for him and I hated myself for feeling such a way.I had also been roughly woken by Georgia. She had pulled the duvet covering my naked body off me exposing me to the cold air.I jerked awake and was surprised as the cold licked my body. I shivered slightly."The cold, get used to it," She said firmly and her tone was distant and unfriendly."Follow me," She ordered and turned abruptly toward the door of my room.I stood up reluctantly and made to grab for my clothes when she barked out sternly."I said follow me!"I jolted back in response. Did she not realize that I was naked?"But..." I said helplessly."Now! Ms. Hallway!" Grace sternly yelled.I hastily followed
BLOOD HOUND II~PAMELAI was dumbfounded by the request or I pretended to be but Stephan did not repeat himself. He just gazed at me with a questioning expression."Fine, I will do it myself," He said and turned from me.Stupid me, for some reason, blurted out a desperate plea."No! Wait, I'll do it!" I yelled out before I could stop myself. I even held on to his arm in desperation. I needed to mentally check myself around this man.He turned around and gazed at me with a hint of triumph in his eyes. Yes, I agreed, he had me under his spell. There was something that pulled me to him and I could not name it.I gently put my hands on the first button of his suit. It felt sticky and wet with blood. I had trouble describing the smell of his coat.His scent was overpowering and it felt like his body was trying to purge itself of the odors. I scrunched up my face in disgust as I slowly unbuttoned his suit.I fought not to gag or throw up because I would die of embarrassment if that happened
SYSIPHUS AND A FUNERAL~PAMELAStephan said nothing for a while, his eyes lost in thought."Why do you want to know?" He asked me softly.I could not keep my hands to myself, so I unconsciously trailed them over his chiseled torso. Tracing scars, bruises, and wounds."There is something different about the art, it's so detailed, I can see the anguish in his eyes," I said as I peered closely at the tattoo.Stephan nodded thoughtfully."He is in anguish, that is his destiny," Stephan answered sadly.I had only ever seen him angry or cold but never heard him being sad."Only a handful of us have these marks on us," Stephan said as he ran a hand through his clean wet hair."What does it mean?" I asked again, curious to know."It is a symbol of suffering, of toiling and despair. It is a symbol of hopelessness, frustration, and nemesis," Stephan said sagely."Why do you have such a symbol on you?" I asked."It's a long story," Stephan said wearily. He gently moved me off him and got out of