Prisoned - Marni Mann Page 0,55

fucker off. But I couldn’t do that. If there was even the slightest chance of me getting out of here, I would ruin it.

“Yes. I love how your tears feel against my dick.” He pressed his weak erection against my other cheek. “Say those words again, Kyle. My dick wants to feel them.”

I only opened my lips a tiny bit, fearing that he would stick his cock between them. “You want to know who killed Paulie.”

“Fuck,” he moaned. “That sounded so fucking hot. Now, make me harder, and tell me who did it.”

I didn’t know where the courage came from. I hadn’t felt it when I woke up in the darkness or when he was hurting me or when the babies had been eating me. But it was raging inside me, and it stirred on my tongue before I could stop it. “You might as well kill me because I’ll never tell you that.”

“You fucking cunt.”

His dick stopped rubbing against my cheek. All noise in the room was silenced. There was only breathing and his odor.

And pain.

So much of it. And so much blackness. Blackness that didn’t just come from the room.

Blackness that came from…

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Eighteen

Garin

One Month Ago

My cell vibrated from the inside of my jacket pocket as I walked down the hallway to my bedroom. Shitty fucking timing. Had it been one minute later, my cock would have been in the ass of one of the twins. They weren’t identical. I wasn’t even sure they were sisters. But, hell, they both had blonde hair and light eyes, and they responded to the nickname. That was easier than remembering their names.

I’d left them in my bedroom a few minutes ago to get us some drinks. They were naked, kneeling on the bed. I was sure they were still in the same position, just waiting to suck the cum out of me. Those filthy mouths couldn’t get enough of my cock. They pumped that fucker with every part of their body until they got what they wanted—every goddamn squirt of it. Then, they ate it off me. They swapped it between their mouths. And they swallowed that shit down.

I fucking loved it when they came to my place.

But Billy’s name was on the screen of my phone, so they were going to have to wait a few more minutes before I joined them.

I walked to the doorway of my bedroom, set the glasses down on the floor, and held up a finger to let them know I’d be back. Then, I went into my home office and shut the door behind me. “What’s going on, Billy?”

“I met someone that said she used to do side work for my brother.”

I took a seat in the chair, shifting my pants to make room for my hard-on. Seeing those two bare pussies again had made my dick throb. “I thought you were going to take a break from this shit?”

“I was.” He exhaled a mouthful of smoke. “But then I came across this chick, and my search picked right back up. She said Paulie owed her money when he died.”

“That tells me nothing.”

“She’s a hooker, Garin.”

I shook my head, knowing this was just going to lead to more needles and black tar. “So, Paulie liked to get his dick wet with hookers. How the fuck is that going to help us find out who killed him?”

“Because he didn’t fuck her. This chick worked for him, and the money was for some tricks that he never paid her for.”

I pushed the chair back and leaned on the desk. “What are you talking about?”

“She said she wasn’t his only hooker. He had others, and none of them got paid.”

“Paulie wasn’t running a prostitution ring. We would have known.”

“Maybe we were wrong.”

Nah. I wasn’t fucking wrong.

Paulie ran drugs for the bosses. He didn’t work in prostitution. Prostitution was street level, and the bosses didn’t mess with it. The profits were risky because the girls OD’d faster than the guys could hire them.

When you worked for Mario and his crew, you didn’t have a side job or another source of income. The bosses owned you, and they gave you a small piece of your total earnings. If you tried to hide money, they found you…and they killed you.

The bosses hadn’t killed Paulie. We’d determined it was an outside job back when the murder happened, and the bosses knew nothing about the killer. But, if information was just now surfacing, there was a chance they’d heard about it.

“I’ll