EroticReverie

Maksim Anton Petrov

After stepping out of the car, I rebutton my suit jacket and light up a cigarette as I walk with my armed guards toward the warehouse where my guys are already waiting.

We walk into the warehouse where two men currently are standing on top of drum barrels, their necks each cinched in their own noose. Each with their hands tied behind their backs with rope.

Three of my men circle the barrels wielding knives covered in blood, and I can smell the blood in the air as I watch it drip down them. Each man has several cuts, or gashes across their stomach and chest, blood seeping through their shirts, as well as their pants, that also have cuts as well. 

I look at the two fingers on the floor, then to each mans hands, both of them missing a thumb. 

I stop and stare, observing the men, smoking my cigarette as they cry and beg the three men circling them like sharks.

I watch as Slev my second walks over to me, the guards with me stepping aside as Slev stands close and says low enough so only I can hear. 

"Nothing. They haven't given us anything. We've tried threats of loved ones, and obviously mutilation and torture...they're giving us nothing...I'm beginning to think the tip was given to us to handle someone elses dirty work for them with these two. " Slev says and steps back and look to the men and then back to me. 

"You want us to keep going?" He asks. 

"Take care of them." I say and toss my cigarette to the ground, flicking it aside. 

"Then bring me whoever the fuck sent the tip." I say trying to hide my anger. 

"Course boss" he says and turns and nods to my other men. I turn just as they kick barrels to the side and I hear them tumble and the strangled voices of the two men being choked as they hang, and walk out the door. 

When I walk towards the car one of my phones buzzes and I pull it from my breast pocket and look. 

I smirk then erase it from my face immediately as I read Audrey's text. 

"What time will you be back?" it reads. 

It had only been a bit over an hour since I left, and I found that it boosted my ego quite a bit to have her already anticipating my return. 

"Late most likely." I type. 

"Late as in 10 pm, or 5am?" she replies. 

"Enjoy the house Lavender." I type, because I wasn't sure where the day was about to take me. I needed to track down the shit we were still missing, I wasn't about to be out two mil because of some shithead ex of hers. 

I grip my phone tight, when the thought of him fucking her crosses my mind. And I feel like I might crush my phone in my hand as I think about anyone at all touching her. 

"Don't be a dick." she replies and I cock my brow, my hand spasms with an urge to slap her small round ass. 

"Excuse me?" I text back. 

"I just want to know if I should wait up." she replies.

I wait. 

I wait another minute. 

"Sorry. Sir." she types and I smile at my phone. 

"Don't wait up. Could be pretty late." I reply and tuck my phone into my jacket and get into the car, and have my driver take me to the the club. 

Everyone needs some kind of front, and the best and easiest thing to do, while also making even more money. Open a god damn gentlemans club with some of the finest women you'd ever lay eyes on. 

I walk in and take a look at the stage, it's the afternoon so there's only a handful of men at the main stage watching one of our girls dance. 

Cute little blonde with fake tits, I watch her as I walk towards the back of the club , her eyes coming to me , staying on me, a small smile passing her lips.

Once back in the office, my guards stand outside the door and I make some phone calls. 

Half an hour later there's a knock at the door. 

"come in" I call as I just hang up the phone and see Slev walk in with the little blonde dancer wearing nothing but a g string.

"Not now Slev" I say with a sigh and run my fingers through my hair. 

"You go over there, remember Mister Petrov why he hired you." he says to the blonde and without hesitation she walks over and I look at Slev.

"A club full of them." he says nodding to the girl who is rounding the desk and I hold up  a hand stopping her. 

"And you distract yourself with one who can only cause problems for you." he says and my jaw clenches. 

"Pussy is pussy Petrov" he says. 

"Her cunt is no different than the one you're keeping alive at home." he says in Russian. 

"You fuck her. You forget the other. You told me to always be straight. The girl is trouble. She can't be trusted." he says. 

I dismiss the blonde with a wave of my hand and she moves back. 

"You'll be smart to not bring her up again." I reply to him in Russian. 

Slev shakes his head. "This life doesnt allow mistakes brother." 

"Exactly, so I'd remember who you are talking to...brother." I say and Slev's jaw ticks. 

He snaps his finger at the girl then dismisses her out of the door. I watch her frown and then leave and Slev turns and closes the door and he walks over and stands on the other side of my desk. 

"You killed her boyfriend. Kidnapped her. You can't trust a woman who fucks her boyfriends killer. She's a loose end. We don't do loose ends." he says gritting his teeth. 

"You worry about finding my fucking missing shit, and I'll worry about her." I tell him and his lips tighten. 

"Take. Care of it." Slev says and I slam a fist on my desk and stand.

"Who gives the orders ?!" I yell at him in Russian. 

"WHO IS THE ONE THAT MAKES THE CALLS?!" I yell and he stands there , unflinching. 

"This is a mistake." he seethes. 

"Worry about your own mistakes. Worry about how the men I have you running lost over two million worth of goods!" I yell at him. 

"worry about that Slev." I bite out. 

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Slev leaves without another word and I lean back in my chair and run a hand through my hair. 

Slev was right. Audrey wasn't a good fucking idea. No woman was. But especially her. She has every reason to not trust me, every reason to scheme, every reason to play a long game and con me for ruining her fucking life. For killing her boyfriend in front of her, regardless of him being a piece of shit. But I'd given her the chance to go. She didn't fucking take it. 

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By seven o clock we have a new lead on who our shit got sold to. By 11:06 they break. They admit to buying a portion of what is currently missing. Having already resold it. They tell us to whom. By 11:12 there's two more dead mean to clean up from the floors of the warehouse. 

By midnight we enter a run down crack den of an apartment building and find our man on the 12th floor. By 12:17 , and the loss of his hand , the man opens his safe and we find the two pieces he bought off the last fucks. By 12:22 he's a sack of the dead meat on the ground outside of his apartment building when I throw him out the window of his apartment on the 12th floor. 

By 2:38 am I'm at home and walking into my bedroom to find her sitting in bed. Her head turning to me as I walk in the door.  Her long lavender hair is down, pulled to the front over one shoulder. She's wearing a light pink tank top and when she pushes the covers down to get out of bed, I see her plain white cotton panties and watch her as she walks over to me as I pull off my jacket, then pull at my tie and watch her move to me. 

"you're awake." I say and she nods.

"Couldnt sleep." she says and I reach up and slip my hand to the side of her face. 

"Too quiet?" I ask remembering her need for some kind of white noise or soothing background sound. But I look to the fan by the bed currently on high and blowing at the sheets, that I had my assistant buy. 

She shakes her head and her hands slide up my shirt and around my neck, behind it and pulls me down. 

"Why couldnt you sleep?" I ask quietly as she looks at me. 

"You already know why." she says as she lifts her chin and makes her mouth brush over mine. 

And it's that simple little act that has my hands grabbing her, lifting her onto the bed as my mouth goes for hers. 

It's hard, and rough and her hands scramble to undo my shirt, undo my pants, as my hand holds her behind her head cradling it as I press my mouth to hers, and my tongue over hers. 

I groan and push up and pull my shirt off the rest of the way and kick off my shoes and then my pants and then grab her panties. 

She yelps when I pull them, ripping the fabric, growling as I pull at them again ripping them entirely and she gasps when I get on the bed and between her legs.