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Contract Hit Man7

Date: 11/1/2017, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: mitchawa, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

my bundles at the guy closest to me knocking him down, and before the other guy could react I kicked him in the balls. I turned to the other guy and hit him square in the stomach. He groaned in pain and rolled into the fetus position. “Hurry Gia, pick up your things and follow me.” I picked up most of her stuff and ran to the car throwing the clothing into the back seat. I took the items she was carrying and put them in the back also. “Get in and hold on.” I sped away as fast as I could down the alley and turned left onto the main drag. As I turned I heard gun shots, fortunately, none of them hit the SUV. I made a number of turns and drove as fast as I could to the freeway toward the hotel room I’d rented. “Who was that?” Gia asked as her entire body trembled as though she was cold. “The mafia, they were part of the gang who killed your brother and the gang. If I hadn’t gotten you away from them, it would have been the worst experience of your life. I drove the speed limit to the Quality Inn. Took one suitcase and carried inside and registered as Mr. and Mrs. Kevin Joyce. I was given the key and followed the bellhop to our room 312. I tipped him and closed the door. I sighed, “You’re safe for now.” “Thank you, Dale you’re my hero. Are you going to stay with me Mr. Joyce?” She laughed I laughed too. “No, I have work to do. I’ll pick you up tomorrow afternoon and put you in a safer place.” “I was so looking forward to you fucking me.” “There’s not enough time to do everything ... I’d like to. I’m afraid you going to have to wait until tomorrow. Don’t leave the room for any reason, order food from room service. Am I making myself clear. If you leave this space, your life could be in danger.” She rubbed her fabulous breasts against my arm and grouped my shaft. I pulled away. “I want to fuck as much as you do, but things have to be done to insure my mission and to keep you safe. Don’t answer the phone. When I call, I’ll let it ring once, hang up for ten seconds, and I’ll call again then you can answer the phone. Be ready to leave as soon as I get here.” I kissed her passionately, fondled one of her breasts, and left the room. * * * I bought two suitcases for the rest of her stuff, and I traded in my SUV for another one. The Outfit would have a license plate tag to the one I was driving. As soon as I got that done, I headed for Ayana’s apartment. I parked several blocks away and walked to her place on the other side of the street and wore an ugly hat. Traffic was slow and bumper to bumper. I had a hard time seeing across the street, when I could see I knew I was in trouble. A black van double-parked, and four men wearing suits and hats were working their way through the stacked up vehicles. I was outnumbered and out-gunned, but I had a head start. Running as fast as I could, I dialed 911 and told the operator that there was a shootout on Remington Street the 700 block . I flipped the cell phone shut and noticed one of the four men had crossed the street ...