A New Day, A New You part 12 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 12

... enters the grounds. I try to text Brent inside to warn him but I have no way to know if he received it so I wait nervously when all hell breaks loose. I am stuck to my seat as the whole horrific event plays out. Brent exits the warehouse limping and helping Leonard who has a weapon dangling in his as I spot blood running down his arm from the streetlight. Jake is staggering out after them firing a weapon behind him when I see blood fly out his back and watch in horror as he drops to the ground. The man from the car exits the warehouse and sees Brent and Leo before raising his two weapons and fires off his guns at Brent and Leo and I continue to watch as the remaining my remaining two hired hands erupt as bullets tear them open. Brent lying dead on the street as Leo is slumped against the car trying to get up as the man in the suit walks up to him holstering his weapons before producing a knife. I can see them talking as Leo is shaking his head before the man grabs the hair on his head and rips the blade across his throat and I can see the blood splatter on the street. Where am I this whole time, I’m pissing my pants in the front seat of a rental car as the killer searches the bodies of my former hired hands. I watch as he drags their bodies to the car and one by one sits them inside it before searching them and taking a few items puts them away for later. Another couple minutes and the killer walks back to the warehouse looking probably to search for Kazimir’s diamonds. He’s ...

... here for the diamonds too. Did Kazimir send him? Did he know what I was planning? I think this when I see my opening as the man exits my sight as he enters the warehouse. The engine to the rental turns over mercifully and I u-turn in the street heading away from the warehouse and slaughter. I turn in the rental and take a taxi back to my condo before throwing myself inside and taking a few deep breaths. They’re all dead; Brent, Leonard and Jake are dead. I head to my small bar and proceed to spend the rest of my morning drinking till I stumble into bed and pass out after a bottle of bourbon and four shots of tequila. The world is ridiculously loud and all I’m hearing are seagull’s caterwauling outside the window of my bedroom, even through glass I can hear them. I manage to pull myself from bed and stagger into the shower stripping out of my clothing from the botched job early this morning. I remember seeing Jake, Leonard and Brent die in the street and proceed to vomit all over my feet before slowly collapsing down the wall of the shower and hurling my guts into the drain till nothing is left but horrible dry heaves and me feeling cold despite the hot water. I pull myself up and exit the shower drying off and putting on my bathrobe I make my way into the my kitchen and shit myself as he’s standing there making himself a fucking sandwich. “Good afternoon Mr. Vargas,” Kazimir Vanko says to me as my blood runs cold,” you are late getting out of bed today. I was forced to see to ...