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him
over, but regardless he left with the money and I left with a cop
in my pocket. A shit cop, but a cop all the same. ‘Why did I need
to buy a cop,’ I hear you ask. That’s another good question, I can
see why he liked you; you’re smart. Well, in my line of work it’s
very important that we have the option to occasionally call on
somebody who might, for example, give us insider information on
certain people or help make certain legal obstacles disappear. Of
course, more often than not it was little things like
‘accidentally’ dropping important legal documents into a
shredder.”
    “So, he lied to me about his job, but he still doesn’t deserve
any of this,” Stacey protested, her throat swollen from choking
back her tears. “Let us go, please.”
    “I’m sorry sweet-heart, you see, it’s one thing lying to you,
but when he starts lying to me, then we have a real problem. He was
supposed to get you to testify against your old friend; the fat one
who pimped you out. I hate that fat fuck, really I do. It’s his
name, I can’t stand it, and he’s always got food stains on his
clothes. It’s truly disgusting. Now, I’m guessing by the look of
surprise on your face that you didn’t know anything about this, and
having found these two plane tickets to London hiding in the back
of your husband’s dresser, I’m guessing he wasn’t ever going to
tell you about any of it. So it seems as though you are Little Miss Innocent
after-all. However, as a result of him not doing what I asked him
to do, your fat friend is free to roam the streets, and my brother
is receiving the special treatment up at the asylum. You see, this
is exactly the kind of situation I paid him to avoid, yet here we
are, balls deep right in the middle of a situation. I really don’t
know what he was thinking. The truth of the matter is that I
honestly don’t care anymore.”
    Vincent sighed before continuing in a more serious
tone.
    “Take a look at your husband. Really look at him. Tied up,
naked with his half naked wife riding him in front of a house full
of strangers, it’s cute, real cute. Mark, if you can still hear me,
I want you to know that we will take real good care of your wife,
don’t worry about her, you hear me? Sweet-heart, give your husband
a kiss.”
    She shook her head and looked up at Vincent. Her eyes wrought
with sorrow, silently begging him to leave them alone.
    “I haven’t got all night,” he snapped. “I’m extending you this
opportunity to have one last intimate moment with your husband.
Please, accept it, because you won’t get another.”
    Stacey’s trembled uncontrollably as she told Mark that she
loved him for the last time. Planting a long kiss on his forehead
and muttering the words – ‘Thank you for loving me.’
    “Ok boys, if you will please.”
    Gennaro and Tony cut the tape that had bound Stacey to the
chair and lifted her onto the adjacent leather sofa, where Giuseppe
pinned her down. Vincent dragged Mark from the chair and laid him
down on the floor, folding his arms across his chest.
    “It’s time,” he declared.
    Giuseppe once again used his considerable physique to inflict
more pain upon Stacey’s slight body, looming over her and punching
her thighs so hard they went dead; her muscles crushed against the
bone, leaving her temporarily paralysed from the waist down. Her
saliva coated panties were stuffed back into her mouth and the tape
re-applied, muffling her agonising cries as Giuseppe effortlessly
placed her on to her husband’s face. His mouth gagged and his nose
buried deep in her ass, she could feel his body jolt as it began to
yearn for oxygen and what little life remained inside him slowly
drained away. She tried to stand up, but her legs were still weak;
her whole body was weak. Her heart felt heavy inside her chest. The
only man who had ever loved her had taken his last
breath.
    “Sweet-heart, believe me when I tell you that every man wants
to die this way,” Vincent