Fred POVThe hitman took a long drag from his cigarette, blowing smoke toward the ceiling with that ugly, satisfied grin still plastered on his face. “Now that you’ve emptied your balls, rich boy… it’s time to talk real business.”I leaned back on the couch, still catching my breath, adjusting my trousers. The afterglow of fucking that tight little whore stayed, but my mind was already planning again. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and glared at him.Snapping at me, I muttered. "Finally, I didn’t come here to watch you get your dick sucked. Tell me the plan. And it better be good this time. I’m not paying you another cent if you fuck it up like last time.”The hitman chuckled darkly, flicking ash onto the floor. “Relax, Master Fred. This one’s solid. Damien is still digging around, but I’ve found a way to point him in the wrong direction. We’re going to feed him a nice, juicy lie.”I narrowed my eyes. “What kind of lie?”He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, still holding the ci
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