Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
As I clean myself up, I know we’ve made a huge mistake; we were given one chance to be better men, and to have this gorgeous goddess in our midst, and we blew it. That fantasy I had, with the three of us making love and living here together? It will never come true. I close my eyes with resignation. I’m even more miserable now, but at least I blew my load. That cum belonged to Annabel and Annabel alone, so it was wasted in a way. But at least it’s done now. It was my way of trying to make peace with my decision.
A sudden knock at the door brings me out of my reverie. I tuck my thick cock back into my pants and turn up the water so that it’s blasting.
“Bruce? You okay, man?” comes my brother’s voice from the other side. I clear my throat and open the door to face him. He looks worried, and I don’t like it. The roles have switched.
“I’m going to be fine,” I say, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “She won’t call the cops on us because she’s not like that. But we still need to alert the others. We need to move out.”
Burke nods and starts walking ahead of me to the common room, where the crew is waiting. They’re a motley bunch, from guys who look like enormous Secret Service-types, to scrawny boys who look barely older than fifteen. Don’t be fooled though. The small ones are always the fiercest and often seem immune to pain, making them scary sons of bitches.
I stand on the dais beside my brother.
“We need to move out,” he says with no introduction. “Fast. Now. After that report in the news today, it’s not safe to stay here.”
“They’ve never come here before,” comes a voice in a heavy Polish accent from the back of the room. “They’ve never even suspected this location.”
“True,” I answer. “But nonetheless. We’re moving out. Tonight.”
“Where to?” comes another voice from the group.
My brother shrugs.
“A new location. We’ve scouted it out, and it’s secure. We’ll give you the address in a moment, but just so you know - we’re moving there under the guise of a new investment. It will provide cover and at the same time, do some good. More details later.”
“Start packing your things,” continues Burke. “And as always, move out one by one, via different routes.”
The men nod and stand up. They’re professionals. Moving on a dime is part of the job, and none of us get attached to people, places or things. I turn to Burke with a grim smile.
“You did good. No need to mention her.”
His eyes go moody.
“Yeah, sure,” he says in a stilted voice. With that, we exit and get to work ourselves.
One thing is true: this new location will provide more safety and secrecy, and it is part of a new business venture. We’re establishing a foundation actually, called the Robin Hood Fund. It’s supposed to do good in the world, and to steer us from our criminal ways. But it’s too late for Annabel. Any hope of involving her in the effort is long dead and gone.
I glance over at my brother as he packs his stuff. He’s tense and unhappy for sure, from the set look to his jaw, to the shuttered look in his eyes. I know he feels our loss just as much as I do. After all, discovering Annabel was unexpected, from her sweet disposition to her penchant for two men. When will we find that again?
Probably never. Anyone we meet in the future will be nothing compared to Annabel. Never again will we be able to experience the insane rapture of fucking that little girl at the same time. Never again will we join to satisfy a little sex goddess who needs not one, but two hung daddies to pound her until she squirts. Never again will we be able to hold her, own her, and protect her as her goodness and purity seep into us and makes us better men. The last thing I see is her perfect, beautiful face, looking up at us with those doe-eyes, and those long, brown curls. It’s the last image I allow before I force her out of my mind and out of my heart for good.
15
Annie
It’s been three months, and I haven’t heard from Bruce and Burke. Not one peep. That night, as I sobbed in the bathroom, trying to compose myself, I thought they’d wait. Instead, I got the surprise of my life. With teary eyes, I went back out, prepared to inform the twins that I’d help them rob my dad blind. It was a big leap because even though I hate Roger, he’s still my dad. It’s hard to betray the man you’ve considered your father after a lifetime of living under his roof.