Surrender To Me

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Title: Escaping Bane.

BANE

IT’S good to be fucking king.

King of pussy.

King of coke.

Lord and ruler of the finest goddamn gentleman’s club in the whole of California.

From my vantage in the upstairs office, I looked down upon my dominion, feeling all fucking Lion King.

Everything the light touches…

Fuck, James Earl Jones was the man.

I’d worked fucking hard for all of this, firstly by graduating business school while working my ass off with drug baron, Marco Mancini. I’d lined my pockets with his cash before finally disposing of him.

Hey, a guy like me can’t have fucking competition, right?

The bastard had to have seen it coming. He’d groomed me since I was a thirteen-year-old pickpocket on the streets of Venice Beach. First, he had me acting like a gopher before I’d begged him for more. I’d begged him to sell coke, and the sick fuck had given me exactly what I’d wanted-the keys to the damn castle.

Long live the new king.

I drained the last of my drink, my gaze bouncing around the converted warehouse. The place had been stripped and refitted, doing away with all that industrial chic shit and adding a touch of class.

The Dollhouse was my pride and joy.

Fifty thousand square feet of pussy, kink, and debauchery.

So much pussy.

“Hey, daddy,” someone said behind me. I glanced over my shoulder at Kandy, with a ‘K,’ naturally. Her real name was Cecile, and she was a law student trying to pay her way through college. I made it a point to learn everything I could about my employees because I never knew when that shit could be of use to me. For example, Kandy with a ‘K’ had a long-term boyfriend who was cheating on her, although fuck knew why. Kandy was smoking hot, and if I didn’t have the rule of not fucking the dancers, you can bet your ass I’d have her bent over my desk right now.

Readjusting my dick, I turned around to look at her. Dressed in black lingerie that covered just enough to get men to dig into their pockets for Benjamins and fuck-me heels that made her athletic calves look killer, she stood there holding a glass of amber liquid. I folded my arms over my chest. “What’s up, baby?”

“I thought you might need a top-up,” she replied in a smoky voice, gesturing to my now empty glass on the sideboard in front of the window. I crooked my finger at her, and she came fucking running. As she handed me the whisky, she asked in a purr, “Anything else I can do for you?” Her hand found my semi-hard dick, and she started to rub. I even let her for a minute. I mean, I didn’t touch the drugs I sold, but blowjobs were something else. Being surrounded by beautiful fucking women with their barely-there lingerie-clad bodies did something to man’s self-control. Andboyy diAnd nothing, I meant it strained it to fucking shit.

I watched her intensely as she stroked me, but I wouldn’t let her do much more than that. I might have been a criminal, but I still had standards.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Don’t let pussy distract you.

Don’t snort the product.

Call your sister weekly.

See? Easy.

“You like that, Daddy?”

“Don’t call me that,” I replied. “I’m not your fucking daddy. You’re not on right now.”

Kandy pouted but didn’t stop rubbing my dick. With a wicked smile I’d seen her use on so many clients, she began undoing the zipper on my black slacks, but I grabbed her wrist to stop her.

Shaking my head, I pulled her hand away. “You know the rules, baby,” I said the words softly, but I wanted to scream them. For years, my Dolls have been trying to get a piece of me. It had gotten to the point where I was now the ultimate challenge. Who could fuck Bane Rivera and survive?

What can I say? I have a fucking reputation for dirty fucking sex that the women always came back for.

“Get back on that dance floor and earn your tips.” Gesturing to the drink, I added, “Thanks for this.”

I watched as Kandy sashayed the fuck out of my office, closing the door softly behind her. Turning back around, I waited until I saw her descend the stairs tucked beside the bar, then went back to what I was doing.

And what was I doing? I was waiting for one of my fucking dealers to turn up with a fucking good explanation. He’d been light on his drop earlier in the day, the kind of money that made me pay attention.

There was another knock on the door, this one firm and unyielding. Dagger.

“Come in,” I barked.

Dagger, my right-hand man, stepped into the room. His short, dark hair was wet, so he’d just come from dispensing some punishment for me. Good man. “Did you get him?”

“Yeah, he’s out here pissing his pants for you.”

A smile pulled at the corners of my mouth. “Just the way I like it. Send the fuck in.”

Dagger grunted and stepped outside. A moment later, a guy named Hawk Montana was shoved into the room with such force that he tripped over his own feet and ended up sprawled out in front of me.

How fucking fitting.

When he tried to get up, I shoved my three-thousand-dollar Italian loafer between his shoulder blades and pushed him back down. I didn’t think the guy would have been inclined to stay if it weren’t for the sound of Dagger shoving a magazine into his new toy-a Heckler & Koch MP5K- before hovering the loud and fatal end over Hawk’s head.

“Where’s my money?” I asked in a bored drawl. I had better fucking things to do with my time.

“It was all there,” Hawk replied. “I counted it. Twice.”

“Then I’d say you need to go back to school, Haw because it wasn’t all there. I counted it twice, and you were at least fifty grand short.”

All the color drained from Hawk’s face as sweat started to form on his brow. “Fifty grand?”

I held out my hand to him, all five fingers up like good little soldiers. “This many, times ten, asshole, unless you can’t count those up without the help of a calculator.”

“I counted it twice,” he muttered, more to himself than to me. “Jesus, Bane, I’m sorry. It was all there when I dropped it off. I swear!”

I looked over at Dagger, who shrugged.

Now, I wasn’t a fucking monster. I wasn’t going to kill the fucker yet, but I was going to give him one more chance.

“How about I make you a deal, Hawk.” I crouched in front of him. “I give you two weeks to come up with the cash you owe me, and you deliver it to me like a good little boy. If you can’t do that, then I’m afraid our working relationship is over… as is your heart’s relationship with beating in your chest.”