D J Manly Trapped (pdf)

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to kill you.
You have to come with me.
I can t.
Amador, he pleaded, tears running down his
face, I m can t leave you.
You can leave me and you will.
Giovanni reached out to him. Amador took a
step back. No. Don t. Don t touch me. We weren t
meant to be from the start. It s over. You need to
leave. Go and don t look back. Live your life.
Forget all this. Forget me.
You
Forget about me, he insisted. Now go
because if you don t, you won t get another
chance. Before Giovanni could say another word,
Amador ran from the room. He waited in the
shadows, and a few seconds later, he breathed a
sigh of relief when he saw Giovanni leave the
room on a run. At least he d have a life. He lifted
his hand suddenly and was surprised to find his
cheek wet. He was crying.
* * * *
Giovanni got lost three times before he found the
right road to the airport. When he finally found it,
he left the car in the visitor s lot and raced inside,
positive that he was being followed. At the desk,
out of breath, he asked for Luis. When this short,
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chubby little man came around the corner and
said he was Luis, Giovanni almost hugged him.
I m Mr. Prue.
Doug Prue, he said, nice to meet you. So
how does freezing your ass in Canada strike you?
Better than getting it shot off here, Giovanni
muttered.
Fair enough. Let s move.
Even in the air, Giovanni was shaking. He kept
thinking they were being followed.
Naw, Luis said, they d never get permission
to take off that fast. We do have regulations here.
So you pissed off the Vegas, eh?
Giovanni looked out the window into the
darkness. Somethin like that. I owe you.
No, I owe Sophia. She got me out of a jam last
year. Consider yourself paid up. Just sit back and
relax. I won t be touching down to refuel for
awhile. Get some sleep.
* * * *
When his father came busting into his room,
Amador sat up in his bed looking as if he d been
awaken out of a dead sleep. Hey. He yawned
sleepily. What s up?
He s gone. He s escaped. Stole Sophia s car.
She s cursing him up and down. Did you see
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anything?
I went to bed about eleven. Weren t the guards
on duty?
Someone overpowered Leo, knocked him
unconscious.
Did he see anything? He held his breath.
No. Just said the guy was tall. Could he have
had an accomplice here?
You know those Bianchi s, they re everywhere.
Maybe you should double the security.
Good idea. I have the men searching the
grounds. Get up. I want you out there looking for
him.
Amador nodded and climbed out of bed. It was
almost four in the morning. He was sure Giovanni
was long gone.
Sophia was putting on a good act when
Amador came down the stairs. That fucking
Bianchi bastard. He stole my car. I loved that car.
Find him, Daddy, and blow his head off. Her
mother clicked her tongue at the foul language. I
want my car! She screamed at Amador.
He gave her a faint smile. Sorry, he said,
putting on his jacket.
If you find him, kick him in the balls, she
snarled.
Amador nodded and left the house. Someone
put a gun in his hand and he spent four hours
riding around with some jerk who kept spitting
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everywhere, looking for someone he knew they
wouldn t find.
Later that night, his father said, I m sure he s
back with the family. One victory for Bianchi, but I
want a hit put on that little bastard.
Dad, Amador said, my wedding is coming
up. Can t we just let this go? Call it even. Put a hit
on his son and he s going to put one back on me.
You know it. He ll send a pro this time. He can
afford it.
Manuel looked at his brother. He s right. Let it
go, Carlos. Let s celebrate this wedding and get
you home. There s a lot of business to take care of.
Try to keep to the parts of the city I told you.
Tread on Bianchi s toes, we ll have grief. Our
territory is big enough and, with Amad running
things, it s going to go well.
This seemed to calm him. His father looked at
him. Well, son, you got to have a stag. Carlos,
round up the strippers. My son and I are ready for
a little home grown pussy.
Amador sat back in his seat and took a swallow
of the whiskey he had in his hand. He was almost
grateful for the wedding. It was distracting his
father. And he knew his father would never
suspect he had anything to do with Giovanni s
escape. After all, his son would never put
everything at stake for just a piece of ass, would
he?
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Chapter Seven
Two years Later
Spread your legs, he barked.
The young hustler glanced at him over his
shoulder. You re so beautiful. I want to look at
you when you fuck me.
I m paying you. You ll do as I tell you to.
You don t have to pay me, boss. I get paid to
dance. Besides, you, I d do for free. You make me
so hot.
Amador grabbed the guy s hips and pushed
him over the desk in the back office. Shut up.
Don t talk. He entered him hard and fast,
ramming his cock in and out of him, praying to
get off. After five minutes, he pulled out in
frustration.
I ll suck it, he offered, reaching out to him.
Amador zipped himself in. Get out of here,
he said. Go.
The dancer shrugged and pulled up his pants.
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He left without a word.
For the last three months, he d been managing
an Adam and Eve type strip joint for his father. He
also oversaw the drug operation that was thriving
on the east side of LA. Although the male
strippers were supposed to be for women, most of
them were gay. He had his choice. Problem was,
he didn t want any of them. His life had become a
hell since he d left Columbia. He married Julia,
who, three weeks after coming to live in LA,
demanded to go home, claiming her husband was
a frigid clod. Luckily his father didn t care about
the girl because her father was already in the
country, but he was tied to Julia for life, since she
refused to divorce him due to her faith.
His father was pissed at him when his
disgruntled wife made a public declaration about
Amador s lack of prowess in the bedroom and
proceeded to throw every whore at him that he [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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