Employee Two - Sex Stories

Employee Two

... pulling his head back. It was ethereal.

The man who assaulted me had become a canvas and my brother was the paintbrush of violence.

"Do you know who I am, motherfucker?" my brother grunted into the man's ear.

"You're the boss," he said as best he could. "I'm sorry!"

"Yeah, you're fuckin' sorry now that I'm here, aren't you?"

Dylan shifted gracefully again, flipping the man onto his back. He raised his arm across his chest and struck the man across the jaw with the pistol grip. I heard a sound that nauseated me and caused me to step back. He broke the man's jaw, and the sound of the bone snapping filled the alley.

"Now that I know you're sorry, I don't need to hear anything else out of you. You're not dead right now because my sister was able to fight your bitch ass off. Yeah, that was my sister, fuckface!"

The man's eyes moved to look at me and Dylan was not having it. He gripped the man's jaw and squeezed.

"I think you've looked at her enough," he told him calmly. "I have half a mind to put a fucking bullet in your chest. Since she remains mostly unharmed, I think I'll let you breathe another day, albeit with some difficulty."

The man shut his eyes and nodded as best he could. He tried speaking but only blood came out of his mouth. Dylan wiped the blood off the gun on the man's clothes and stood up. He looked at me and I stared at him begging him with my eyes to not do what I knew he wanted to do.

Dylan moved his arm and pulled the trigger. ...

... A shot rang out into the alley and the man curled into the fetal position, holding his leg.

"There," he said casually, as if a burden had been lifted off him, "I think we can call it even now."

He knelt down next to the man.

"What do you think? You think we're even now?"

The man moaned and nodded as best he could.

"Good!" he said loudly as he patted him on the back. "I'd tell you to not call again but I don't think I have to worry about that."

Everyone walked away from the man, and he remained laying on the cold asphalt. Dylan approached me and told me to come with him. I followed him to the car and despite my fear of the situation, I wanted him more than I ever had.

"What happened?" I asked stupidly.

I intended to ask who everyone was and how it all went down, but he knew already.

"They were all cops," he said as he wiped his hands clean. "Dad started this business in the streets but made an impression with them with how he ran it. I took it a step further, bringing it all under one roof. The law is on our side. They know their hands are clean. They also know that he will talk about what happened and people will think twice about assaulting one of my girls."

"This is their support?" I asked about the evening's events.

"It is. Dad started the process of cleaning up the streets. He had already consolidated much of the business to himself. When he was murdered, I made it my goal to take over this business and turn it into something special. ...