Chapter 18

Corbin

I play with my Katie girl’s cut-up thong as I sit up in bed, letting the hours pass.

I eventually push the front of my jeans down and let my cock pop free.

I’m never flaccid. I’m never not hard anymore.

My Katie girl is locked in my head.

I smell her sweet and tasty cunt on my fingers.

I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke fiercely.

I hold her thong to my nose and just smell her.

It’s faded a little. That tells me I’m going to need something fresh.

My hand moves faster and harder, using her thong as I jerk myself off.

My head back against the wall, feeling the tight grip of my hand and the laced material of her thong, I picture my Katie girl. Naked. Head to toe.

Tied up. A gag in her mouth. Black mascara running down her face.

But her eyes so big, beautiful and willing.

Her ass cheeks raw red. Her legs spread, her cunt soaking the floor of my closet as she can’t stop coming.

I grunt and feel hot cum spurt all over my hand and my Katie girl’s thong.

I open my eyes and exhale a breath.

I stroke myself empty, then toss the thong to the floor.

I check the time and nod.

I swing my legs from the bed and stand up.

Axel is on his way to kill me.

I run the risk of Axel just blowing up the garage.

Now that would be a hell of an attack.

He won’t do that because of all the heroin I still have hidden on the premises.

Right now this is just two big alpha lions roaring at one another.

I listen as Axel approaches the office, ready to bust out a window and open the lock. He’d probably trash the place and vandalize all the vehicles here, knowing it would royally fuck up my business.

“Door is unlocked,” I call out.

There’s a pause.

“No, I’m not going to shoot or kill you, Axel.”

The door opens.

Two men walk in, follow by Axel.

The men have guns.

Axel is dressed in all black, head to toe, his face vicious and mean.

I just sit there in the chair behind the desk, my feet up.

“What the fuck is this, man?” Axel asks. “How…”

“I was locked in a cage for a decade. I know how it all works. I know how to survive. Now if you’d like to have a conversation, tell your two guys to fuck off. We don’t need it to be like this.”

I put my feet down and reach to the floor.

Axel’s guys are ready to blow my fucking head off.

I pick up a large bag and place it on the desk.

“Here’s the rest,” I say. “Shoot me. Kill me. Take the heroin. Burn down the garage. Go ahead, Axel, make your next move.”

See, here’s something I’ve learned.

Most people won’t take action when prompted. They’ll take action when forced. Back someone into a corner and they’ll strike. Stand in front of someone and offer them a chance to hit you and they won’t.

If Axel has balls, he will take the heroin, kill me, cut my head off, and leave it on the desk for Mutt to find.

I know the risk in giving Axel that chance.

“Leave us alone,” Axel says to his guys.

Just like that, I now own Axel and his crew. I own everything about him and his. From this moment on out, I will call all the shots. I’ll make sure the distribution rate is completely fair, ensuring my moron of a cousin will get properly paid.

And believe me, it’s not like Axel and his guys are going to go hungry here.

All I’m doing is giving the scales a little bit of an adjustment, as needed.

“You don’t scare me, Corbin,” Axel says.

“I don’t need to scare you. I play it straight. You sent someone here to kill my cousin. What was I supposed to do?”

“That was a message directed at you.”

“Try better handwriting next time.” I stand up and place my hands on the desk. “What’s right is right here, Axel. My uncle ran it all. There’s a respect for the lineage of things. My uncle built this secret empire we’re all part of. You took advantage of his idiot son. You know what you did, Axel. I’ll be honest with you. I would have done the same thing. Except I showed up.”

“You know it takes one phone call…”

“You would have done it already,” I say. “Take the fucking bag and let’s work out a deal.”

Axel steps up to the desk and unzips the bag.

As soon as he flips the flap open, the smell of dog shit hits the air.

I grab for Axel’s head and slam his face down into the bag as hard as I can.

There’s a mushing sound. A crunching sound. The smell is almost unbearable.

I rub his face in dog shit for a few seconds and then let him go.

He stutter steps back in complete shock.

I climb up and over the desk and kick Axel, sending him back to the couch in the office.

“You came here to fucking kill me,” I growl. “You think I’m going to stand for that. Here’s your last fucking warning… you stepped in shit, Axel. Now it’s all over your face. You want the heroin? You play by my fucking rules. Next time you show up here like this, bring a fucking army. Now get the fuck out of here.”

Axel is in total shock.

I reach for the desk and grab the bag full of shit.

“Take this out to the dumpster for me?” I ask.

“Fuck you,” Axel manages to say.

He stumbles to the door and opens it.

His two guys are standing there and end up as shocked as Axel.

Their noses crunch up and down over the smell.

Axel finally caves and starts to vomit.

I’m just grateful he waited until he was out of the office.

I open the top drawer to the desk and take out more than a few bags of heroin and I walk it to the door.

“No need to go empty-handed either, Axel,” I say to him. “This will keep things afloat some more while we work through this.”

I slam the office door and hurry to get out of there.

It smells… well, like shit.

I’ll have the cleaning company come tomorrow and handle that. I’ll apologize to all the customers and tell them an animal got into the office and died.

They’ll ohh and ahh and move on with their lives.

As for me, I'm a little worked up at the moment.

It’s the middle of the night.

It would take ten seconds to make a call or two and have some whore show up to service my cock.

Then again, it would take the same ten seconds to wake my Katie girl up.