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I’m supposed to be agood guynow.

How the fuck would I explain a car full of explosives?

And imagine if a bomb squad has to show up… not exactly good for business.

I have no choice in the matter right now but to figure out what the fuck this vehicle is all about. If my ass gets blown into pieces, then so be it. At least I had my helping of my Katie girl’s ass last night. Waiting all those years to finally fuck her back there. That beautiful, round ass of hers. The way she squirmed and writhed anytime I touched her puckering asshole.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

And the best part of that? She loved it.

My Katie girl loves to get her ass fucked.

I think about her touching herself back there. Her finger pressing, opening that forbidden door to allow entrance.

My cock is aching in my jeans now.

“Fuck,” I call out.

I hear a thud from inside the car. Inside the trunk.

A second thud. Then a third.

Someone is in the trunk of the car.

I approach the car and see the keys are on the seat.

I reach for them and then walk to the trunk and take my chances as I open it.

My right fist is cocked tight, ready to attack.

The trunk pops open.

I find Mutt tied up, with a knife protruding from his right shoulder.

What the fuckelse am I supposed to do in this situation?

I slam the trunk shut and get into the car and start it.

I quickly drive the car into the third bay.

Then I shut the large door behind me and pop the trunk again.

“Mutt,” I say. “What the fuck…”

He’s got a piece of silver tape across his mouth. It’s going to hurt to rip it off his face, but it can’t hurt as bad as getting stabbed.

I tear the tape off his mouth and he screams.

And he keeps screaming. Over and over.

I have no choice so I swing my fist, connecting with Mutt’s jaw, knocking him out cold.

I’m doing him a favor right now.

I lift his lifeless body from the trunk and place him down on the oil-stained concrete floor. I need a knife to untie him…

I shrug my shoulders, grab the knife plunged into his shoulder and wiggle it out.