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    Shit, what was I supposed to do with her for the next couple of hours? I pushed her off my lap and she scrambled to fix herself. It was a damn shame she had to cover those babies, but the way my cock was spitting and trying to get out the gate, it was better if she did. I didn’t want our first time to be on the couch in my office. And since the fuck when do you care about that girly shit?
    I needed to get away from her, put some space between us so I could come to my fucking senses. I eased away from her just a little bit, and already I felt the lost of her warmth and closeness. This was all kinds of fucked and I had nothing to compare the shit that was going on inside of me with.
    I got myself together and stood up to give my cock a break as much as anything else. I didn’t like the way my chest felt when I looked down at her little face. I suddenly realized that I didn’t want her to be afraid of me; that before too long I wanted to see the same longing I was beginning to feel, reflected in her eyes. I’d lost my fucking mind.

Chapter 4
     
     
    “Now sit there like a good little girl while I finish up here. I already owe you a deep hard fuck for busting my lip. Anything you do now, will just be gravy on top of that, so keep that shit in mind.”
    I walked back over to my desk and shook my head to clear it. My day wasn’t going anyway like I thought it would that’s for sure. For one, I didn’t know I was going to meet someone like her, who actually made me take a second look; it wasn’t often that that shit happened these days.
    I’ve spent the last few years building my reputation and keeping the shit I’d inherited together. It wasn’t easy for a Yale grad to be taken seriously on the streets. Add the fact that most people took one look at me and mistook me for a pretty boy with a silver spoon in his mouth and fuckers were always trying to test me. A few gunshots later though, and everyone was a believer.
    I’d been kept out of the limelight so to speak for the better part of my teen years, dad’s way of letting me have a life I guess, so most people didn’t know what I was capable of. I didn’t run with the sons of the other families, and was even thought of in some circles as the prince, but not in a good way. Fuckers thought I was soft.
    I wasn’t expecting to take over for a while anyway, I thought I had at least another twenty years, but then mom caught a cold or some fuck and scared the shit out of dad, who then decided that it was time for him to retire. He was all of forty-seven at the time.
    I don’t know if I was ready at the time, I was just beginning to spread my wings. Though I’d always known my destiny, I’d got caught up in other things, things that had nothing to do with the family business or our history. I don’t know how either of us knew that I would be able to carry on from where he left off; I’d been trained in something else after all.
    I do know that from the age of three, dad had taught me the ins and outs of the business, both sides. I could shoot the hat off a motherfucker by the time I was six, and most importantly, learned our way of life. I guess you can say I was groomed for this shit, but as it turns out, not in the same way as the others around me.
    In fact, it was mom’s idea that I go to college, something both dad and I had fought tooth and nail at the time, but that lady is the only thing with a heartbeat that could get over on us. I wasn’t about to fuck with her even if dad was on my side, because more often than not she’d get him to see her side of things, so why bother? It was two against one.
    In the end I was packed the fuck off even though we all knew that I wasn’t necessarily going to use shit that I learned. On that score I was wrong. I had met some of the biggest up and coming criminals there, men and women that I could now call on in a pinch. It was good to have the offspring of senators and governors in your back pocket.
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