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CASPER

“ Y ou’re digging into my skin, asshole.” Bossman said it like it was a bad thing but we all knew it was as close to a pet name as any of us were gonna get. Besides, I was his favorite. Least I was before he brought that brat home.

“Turnabout’s fair play, Doc.” I grinned while touching up the letters on his chest for what had to be the millionth time.

He and the wifey went at it like street dogs fightin’ over the last piece of moskovskaya .

Were just as vicious too. “So, what’s with the kid?

Marriage life that boring you gotta bring in a third? ”

“Aw, someone upset they ain’t the youngest anymore, huh?” a familiar voice replied, and my glare shot over to the doorway. Following the black riding boots up a pair of thick jean-clad thighs, a pierced naval, and my favorite pair of tits sticking out of a cropped leather vest .

“Don’t gotta be the youngest when I’m the cutest, sweetheart.” I winked.

Danica Rossi was the only mouse to ever make it outta my trap. Not that I had any intentions of fucking her a few years ago. Just that I didn’t have any intentions of not fucking her.

“Here to finally let me stick ya?” I turned in my swivel seat, widening my legs and twitching my dick while buzzing the needle.

Myshka could have it any way she wanted. A jab was a jab in my book. And I fucking loved jabbing shit.

She dropped her eyes to my lap, then moved ?em up to the tattoo gun in my hand. “Yeah, no thanks to both.”

“Speaking of pricks…” I twitched my cock again. “Where’s yours?”

“Right here.” The Irish fucker with a dick much smaller than mine—trust me, I measured—popped up behind her quicker than the leprechaun at the end of the rainbow. Nixing my plans of having a taste of that golden pussy he didn’t seem keen to share. At least for now.

It was only a matter of time before our friendly neighborhood bounty hunter got bored of the same old shamrock-flavored cock. Everyone knew vodka was better. Lasted longer too.

I wiped the blood off Lambo’s chest as he stood from his chair and extended a hand. “Good to see you, Danica.”

“Not like you gave me much of a choice, now did ya, Surge,” she grunted.

“Deal’s a deal.” He shrugged, and I sat back to watch the chaos unfold. Maybe even create a little of my own to keep things interesting.

Boredom was the real killer at Briarwood. Don’t let anyone else tell ya different.

“Just cut to the chase, Doc. What do you want and how much is it gonna cost me?”

“Won’t cost you anything, Rossi.” Bossman grinned or at least I thought he was grinning. His back was to me. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a photo, and I leaned over his shoulder to get myself a peek. “I want you to find these women for me.”

“And do what?” Danica lifted a challenging brow, at the same time I raised a hand and yelled out, “I call dibs on the brunette! She looks feisty.”

He ignored me. Papa Bear was annoyed. “Hire ?em to put out a hit,” he told her.

“On who?” Danica pressed.

“Me,” Bossman replied, and I laughed so loud I had everyone turning my way.

He didn’t say anything else, just shot me that glare that suggested I make myself scarce if I didn’t wanna end up strapped to a metal bed with a needle in my arm.

Don’t get me wrong. I liked my drugs. I just liked ?em more when I was the one putting them there.

I pushed off the counter, leaving the adults to talk business as I went in search of someone else to fuck with. Didn’t take me long to find that someone either.

A groaning sound had me slipping past the caution tape and down the hall of private cells.

The noise was nothing new. Bugs was a groaner.

Especially when he was going at it a little too hard on his dick.

But where it was coming from sure as fuck was.

I paused next to the third door, my focus stuck on the giant-ass padlock keeping me from whatever was on the other side. For a few seconds anyway.

A quick pick later, and I was tugging it open and peering into the room. Grinning as soon as my eyes adjusted to the darkness and spotted the human-sized Fleshlight in the corner. No teeth and plenty of holes to choose from.

I tilted my head, the wheels turning faster as I swiped up my walkie-talkie and called over the line. “Hey, Don-Don. Guess who found a new toy for you to play with…”