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bastard.”
I made my way to him.
Sitting on a leather chair was a monster of man, larger than even Cairo in size.
Braydon had long, onyx hair that dropped to his shoulders and a well-kept beard to match. His sapphire eyes were reminiscent of his father’s and he had the physique of a Viking king; most noticeably his arms that were the size of diesel trucks.
He growled at the sight of us while his bare cock was pressed against the face of one of the working girls.
“You mind?” Braydon asked. “I’m in the middle of something.”
Beau smiled. “You’ll be done in twenty seconds anyways. I heard you don’t last very long.”
“Eat my dick,” Braydon seethed as he rose from the leather chair, pushing the naked brunette aside. She quickly grabbed her clothes and bolted out of the room, leaving Beau and I alone to deal with the Braydon, the naked barbarian.
I did my best to look him in the eye, despite the fact his other head was pointing in our directions.
This was awkward.
“No thanks,” Beau replied. “I’ll try everything at least once, except incest.”
Just from first impressions, I could tell Braydon was a hot-tempered man and Beau knew exactly how to push his buttons. I should have never agreed to let him run point on this meeting.
“Beau, let’s give your brother a couple of minutes and then we can have this discussion outside, like decently clothed human beings,” I said.
Beau shot me a scathing look. “That wasn’t the plan. You were going to let me handle this.”
“Not anymore.”
“Too bad,” Beau replied as he walked right up to Braydon and got in his face.
“You’re in my space, little brother,” Braydon said. “I don’t like breathing the same air as you.”
And that was when Beau caught Braydon off guard with a right hook to the jaw.
“Beau, what the fuck?!” I cried.
“Don’t worry,” Beau replied as he raised his fists, ready to strike again. “He’s Canadian. Timid as a pussy cat, isn’t that right you maple syrup loving motherfucker.”
This was turning out to be a complete disaster. All hopes of rescuing Lincoln were dissipating before my very eyes.
For a split second though, I couldn’t help but think, ‘ Good. Lincoln’s an untrustworthy asshole. Let him rot.’
I quickly shrugged off the thought of allowing my “friend” to continually suffer at the hands of Calisto. My sister was the enemy and I needed Lincoln’s help to get to her.
To do that, I needed to convince Braydon to help us.
“Beau, stand down,” I ordered.
Beau shoved a middle finger right into Braydon’s face, before giving him a thunderous slap that echoed throughout the room.
“I did the same thing to your woman,” Beau spat. “She enjoyed it.”
This wasn’t going to end well.
Braydon unleashed an animalistic howl and with the ferocity of a mountain lion, he tackled Beau. I watched as Braydon drove his brother through the drywall, spilling out into the hallway on the other side.
My first thought was that Beau was now surely dead or crippled.
“Oh my god,” the madam cried as she stared at the two men lying on the ground, chunks of drywall blanketing their bodies.
Braydon rose first, specs of white dust from the drywall, crumbling off his back, like a titan rising from a snow crested field.
“Disrespectful shit,” he said as he looked down at his brother with disdain.
I was surprised to see Beau even move.
“Fughh…” he moaned as he shifted to his side, dropping his palms to the ground for support. He spat out flakes of white dust from his mouth.
“That all you got?” Beau asked as he awkwardly rose to his feet.
Braydon laughed. “You always were a stubborn shit. You never knew when to back off.”
“As long as I’m still breathing, my engine will keep running,” Beau said. “Now, come on.” He raised his fist.
“Please, no violence in my establishment,” the madam begged. “What the hell do I pay my protection fee for? Those assholes
I made my way to him.
Sitting on a leather chair was a monster of man, larger than even Cairo in size.
Braydon had long, onyx hair that dropped to his shoulders and a well-kept beard to match. His sapphire eyes were reminiscent of his father’s and he had the physique of a Viking king; most noticeably his arms that were the size of diesel trucks.
He growled at the sight of us while his bare cock was pressed against the face of one of the working girls.
“You mind?” Braydon asked. “I’m in the middle of something.”
Beau smiled. “You’ll be done in twenty seconds anyways. I heard you don’t last very long.”
“Eat my dick,” Braydon seethed as he rose from the leather chair, pushing the naked brunette aside. She quickly grabbed her clothes and bolted out of the room, leaving Beau and I alone to deal with the Braydon, the naked barbarian.
I did my best to look him in the eye, despite the fact his other head was pointing in our directions.
This was awkward.
“No thanks,” Beau replied. “I’ll try everything at least once, except incest.”
Just from first impressions, I could tell Braydon was a hot-tempered man and Beau knew exactly how to push his buttons. I should have never agreed to let him run point on this meeting.
“Beau, let’s give your brother a couple of minutes and then we can have this discussion outside, like decently clothed human beings,” I said.
Beau shot me a scathing look. “That wasn’t the plan. You were going to let me handle this.”
“Not anymore.”
“Too bad,” Beau replied as he walked right up to Braydon and got in his face.
“You’re in my space, little brother,” Braydon said. “I don’t like breathing the same air as you.”
And that was when Beau caught Braydon off guard with a right hook to the jaw.
“Beau, what the fuck?!” I cried.
“Don’t worry,” Beau replied as he raised his fists, ready to strike again. “He’s Canadian. Timid as a pussy cat, isn’t that right you maple syrup loving motherfucker.”
This was turning out to be a complete disaster. All hopes of rescuing Lincoln were dissipating before my very eyes.
For a split second though, I couldn’t help but think, ‘ Good. Lincoln’s an untrustworthy asshole. Let him rot.’
I quickly shrugged off the thought of allowing my “friend” to continually suffer at the hands of Calisto. My sister was the enemy and I needed Lincoln’s help to get to her.
To do that, I needed to convince Braydon to help us.
“Beau, stand down,” I ordered.
Beau shoved a middle finger right into Braydon’s face, before giving him a thunderous slap that echoed throughout the room.
“I did the same thing to your woman,” Beau spat. “She enjoyed it.”
This wasn’t going to end well.
Braydon unleashed an animalistic howl and with the ferocity of a mountain lion, he tackled Beau. I watched as Braydon drove his brother through the drywall, spilling out into the hallway on the other side.
My first thought was that Beau was now surely dead or crippled.
“Oh my god,” the madam cried as she stared at the two men lying on the ground, chunks of drywall blanketing their bodies.
Braydon rose first, specs of white dust from the drywall, crumbling off his back, like a titan rising from a snow crested field.
“Disrespectful shit,” he said as he looked down at his brother with disdain.
I was surprised to see Beau even move.
“Fughh…” he moaned as he shifted to his side, dropping his palms to the ground for support. He spat out flakes of white dust from his mouth.
“That all you got?” Beau asked as he awkwardly rose to his feet.
Braydon laughed. “You always were a stubborn shit. You never knew when to back off.”
“As long as I’m still breathing, my engine will keep running,” Beau said. “Now, come on.” He raised his fist.
“Please, no violence in my establishment,” the madam begged. “What the hell do I pay my protection fee for? Those assholes
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