She had several inches on Natashya, and even though she wasn’t quite as in shape as the dancer, it didn’t seem to be much of an issue. “Boss, you and Natashya…”
“Is it as bad as it feels?”
“Probably worse since you’re drugged up.” She looked around the room and muttered, “If only I had a mirror.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said, placing a hand on one of hers. How much of that had been actual sleep? The remaining one was a touch quicker than the others. She disappeared just in time to miss a bullet that instead carved a chunk of concrete where she’d just been. Chloe peered around the door and fired a single shot, catching him above the left eyebrow and sending his lifeless body the rest of the way to the floor. “That’s the one,” Erin said. Nothing’s broken. “Charity.” Another one who’d been killed because of me. Her fingertips drifted lower, slipping over the elastic waistband of my underwear and continuing over my fabric-covered cock. “Hey. My sister caught them in one hand and immediately set to work, freeing me of my chains.
