Unapologize

By: PricklySare

Chapter forty-seven: Tracto Slums It

Tracto's POV

I sat there and watched as the little whore laughed with Nychta's core team. The desire to go up and wipe the smile off her face was intense, and I forced myself to remember the plan. Her throaty laugh floated back to where I was sitting. The moron I was leading around by his dick sat inhaling the pizza he'd ordered, while each piece of lettuce I stabbed with my fork had her face on it. I felt a smile slip across my face as I imagined how perky the stupid cunt would be with a fork sticking out of her eye.

Rage boiled in my stomach as I thought about the maladroits Nychta had hired to run his business in his absence. They were acting like little more than pretty faces, with questionable judgment in character since they were openly associating with the tramp. Weren't they supposed to make sure that his company ran smoothly, and that his high standard of excellence was upheld? How were they doing that while sitting around with the bimbo, clogging their arteries? Their incompetence was appalling.

What the fuck was it, I wondered, that caused men who had as much training as Nychta's top three, to be blind to the worthlessness of that frizzy haired slut? From all the information I'd gathered there were no indications that she was actually spreading her legs for anyone other than Nychta. But, if that were the case, then why was she able to lead them around by their cocks? Then again, if the way she sucked down pizza and soda were any indication, she probably had a lot of practice swallowing their cocks regularly as well. There was no way that a fuck toy like her wasn't giving them something.

As far as I was concerned, she should be slowly, and painfully killed, simply because she'd neutered not just one, but four strong men, and turned them into little more than worthless eye candy. What was it about that skank that drew otherwise strong, passionate, killers and caused them to waste their potential? It hadn't slipped by me that once she'd attached her little hooker claws into him, Mors Mortis hadn't resigned his contract with his handler. Neither had Morsis or Furor. What the fuck? Did she have beer flavored nipples? And since Nychta's men were still male, and therefore weak, inferior, and controlled by their scrotum, is that what held their otherwise short attention span? I wanted to break something, or kill someone, because I'd have to get closer to her in order to get the answers I needed. I was really going to enjoy destroying the little bitch.

It had been a stroke of genius on my part to force, what was his name...oh, Hades, to introduce us. He was too stupid to realize that I was playing him for a sucker, but that was his problem. I'd played the sweet girlfriend in need of a friend, and she'd bought it like a Gucci handbag. I was such an amazing actress. It wouldn't be long at all before that twit made me her new best friend, and the rest of my plan would fall into place. I hadn't expected Nychta's men to have such an undisguised dislike for their team mate, and I momentarily considered that I might have made a mistake when I chose the Neanderthal across from me. Impossible. I was infallible. I was the best, and being the best meant I never made mistakes. Everything was going exactly the way I wanted it to.

The tramp and the man flesh dropped money on the table before heading toward the door, and I took another look at Lester Santos. He was an impressive specimen, and I'd noticed him eye fucking me earlier. He would make a nice addition to my bed, though it was a shame he was tainted by something as low class and filthy as that baby factory. Maybe once she was out of the picture he'd be worthy of giving me pleasure. After all, now that Nychta would no longer be keeping me entertained between the sheets, there was an opening available, and who better to please me than Mors Mortis? I was sure that none of the women he'd pleased himself with were truly worthy of him. It would take a very strong woman to be able to truly please Death, and I knew that I was more than enough woman. When I was through with him, he would be mine to do with as I pleased. Men were so...easy.

I gritted my teeth in disgust as the human garbage compactor inhaled another slice of pizza. What was with this loser, had he never heard of breathing? He hadn't spoken a single word since the pizza had arrived, and the words he'd spoken before hadn't been worth much. It was like sitting by myself, only with a worse view. With a glance at my watch I stood up, it wasn't like he was going to miss me, or our scintillating conversation. "Where are you going, sexy?" I wanted to roll my eyes, but didn't because that was beneath me.

"I've just got to go make a quick phone call."

"Okay, baby, hurry back. I'm almost done and then we can go get a little crazy."

"Can't wait," I said, as I walked out the door of the nasty little restaurant. I wouldn't have been surprised to find that there were rats the size of large dogs running around free in the kitchen. Ugh.

The wannabe cop I had following the Plum cunt hadn't called in, and he should have the moment that they left the safe house. It was obvious that he was not only incompetent, but begging to be killed violently, and with a lot of blood. I was going to enjoy cutting his tongue out and watch as he cried and coward before me. He was a worthless maggot and I was going to make him pay for slacking off. I forcefully dialed his number from my untraceable burn phone and listened with growing impatience when it went straight to voicemail. What the fuck was the cocksucker doing? He had better hope that he wasn't out fucking some two bit street walker instead of following the whore I was paying him for. How dare he not answer his phone when I called. Did he think he was a big man now? Did he truly think he'd get away with it? Well, he wouldn't feel like such a big man when I shoved his cock down his throat.

It looked like I was going to have to do everything on my own, and Hades was going to pave the way. I turned and stormed back into the slummy building with brutal murder on my mind. When I saw my current pet monkey I reigned myself in and sashayed to the table he was sitting at. I watched in disgust as he finished off the last slice of grease and adjusted his pants. Sitting down I licked my lips and said, "I think it would be really hot to be fucked at your office. Can you make me scream there, or are you too much of a pussy to take the chance?"