A Short Story

Coates took another sip of coffee before going out and returning with Kia Bennett. She introduced her to Akiona and

As expected, when Tom opened his locker the following morning, he found a note from Tyrell. Typed on a ripped piece of paper, the instructions were clear yet concise.

The muttered epitet escaped FBI Special Agent Carter's lips, and whisked through the cold night air as he stared down at the corpse. Despite his hopes when the call had come in, there was no doubt.

Bucky had begun his fifth circuit of their tiny living room when he heard the tell-tale thump of the busted step leading to their floor: the board was near-rotted underneath the worn carpet and always slid out a bit and back in each time you stepped on it.

“Hey, not bad,” Verin remarked as they entered the hangar where the Thunderclap sat. “That thing as roomy as it looks?” The bounty hunter radiated energy on a level that rivaled Fynta. Jorgan sympathized with the man. He clearly worried about his wife, but forced a cheerful facade for reasons Jorgan would never understand. Cormac did the same when he was nervous, whereas Fynta fought back with snark, and Dorne with research. Aric wondered if he had a coping mechanism, then remembered his reputation for being a hardass.

Brett was riding the crest of his orgasm, every pump of his cock inside Elena's tight pussy elicitng a louder groan and moan of pleasure, attempting to hold off as long as he could. His cock swelling inside her, and balls aching as he slammed into her time and time again, the need was almost painful, and normally he'd just allow himself to release, but then normally he'd have already ensured the women he was with had already orasmed at least once and hopefully more times before he'd even fucked her. It was a matter of ego, and there was an eroticism about looking into a woman's eyes as she writhed and screamed and came for him that the man could never get enough of. Watching a woman orgasm was fucking hot.

She'd been in his apartment for a matter of minutes, and Elena was already naked and about to sink to her knees to suck his cock. Brett couldn't help but feel a little guilt, and possibly shame, run through this veins, even as his erection throbbed in his pants. No one normally needing to pay a woman for sex him, and even though there was a purpose behind it, that still didn't sit well with him. Neither did the fact that his employee's dates usually at least wined and dined them first, with sex, if it occurred desert on top of the main for the client, rather than the purpose in itself. They were escorts, not prostitutes.

Dahlia’s staggering around like a drunk person. She hugs a tree for support. When I ask

JOHANNA’S AX SLICED INTO the floor beneath her and she breathed in heavily, smirking menacingly at a slightly shocked Katniss and Peeta, who had just entered the training room. Reeve sat on the steps that led up to the platform that Johanna practiced on.

Arken chuckled softly as he ghosted his fingertips across her trembling forearms. “My gods, you’re so strong ...” he purred, and the huskiness in his voice almost made her gag.

“What do we have to do Austin? What’s this business all about? I wanna court Ms. Ellis and your interrupting me. Some friend you are. Can’t even let an Ol’ man have some fun.” Jess said. “We do have business Jess. If you’ll remember, last night we had a hell of a camp fire and somebody’s gonna be asken’ where the Wilson brother’s bodies are. We’re gonna have a talk with the Sheriff. Then we’re gonna give our ladies some special treatment.” “Oh, now that’s different. I knew you liked Lena.” Jess said as he slapped Austin’s shoulder. “I don’t and what do you mean like Lena? Besides those aren’t the ladies I’m speaking of. I mean Madame and Twighlight. Remember?” “Oh yeah, of course. I knew that.” Jess said. Then mumbling to

Sweeter words, Carl Dupont had never heard, and when Cassidy screamed and lunged out of her chair, the man didn't move an inch or bat an eyelid. Instead, he remained motionless, with a smirk pasted across his features, and cold blue eyes following his victim as the bailiff's dragged her away. He'd warned her not to testify and, in the end, his Lawyer had come through. An improper search meant all physical evidence had been ruled inadmissible and without that, Cassidy's testimony was useless. There'd be no re-trial, Carl was a free man.

One by one they stopped their singing to cry and embrace one another; they never finished the hymn.

She blinked, slowly waking up. The faint breeze flowing through immediately shook her – the windows were always, without a fault, locked tight at night.

Freeing myself from his embrace, I asked, "What if I say I don’t want to work for you?" He laughed and muttered, "Then you don’t. I remember how often you asked me to release you from your contract. I thought I should honor your wishes. C’mon. Let eat."