A villain for life.

Three.

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Olyver opened the door to his suite at the Caesar's giving a once over at the smiling leggy brunette in front of him.

She was wearing nothing but black see through underwear with high heels and nipple piercings that was attached to her belly button stud by thin strands of gold.

"What's your name?" Olyver asked,

"Jewel," she answered in a thick Norwegian accent

"What's your real name?" he mused.

"Aliyah, what's yours?" Her accent was almost as thick as his Italian.

Fake.

Olyver ignored her question and turned around to shut the door behind him.

Olyver had a preference for leggy brunettes preferably European, plenty to grab onto when it got rough. Olyver liked it rough, if there was anything particular to know about Olyver in the sack was that he was also one kinky son of a bitch.

"So, let's get to it then", said Olyver grabbing a carton of flavored milk from the minibar. "You can collect your thousand from the night stand later."

"For you baby, I'll do it for free", she purred in his ear sliding her hand teasingly up his expensive Kiton suit to undo his collar. She nuzzled his ear, her other hand getting closer to his crotch.

Olyver laughed throatily while he slid out of his dinner jacket. A few seconds later his dress shirt joined the crumpled vest on the ground.

Aliyah couldn't help but stare. He was a pillar of stark muscle chiseled to god-like perfection.

But that wasn't all.

"Oh my god what happened to you?" she asked the question before she could stop herself as she took in the long slash of a nasty scar against his rock hard abdomen and the tar like gunshot wound on his right shoulder.

The better question was what hadn't happened to Olyver.

He turned his back on her for a moment to place his Rolex on the nightstand and she gasped.

There was more.

Two stab scars and more gun wounds riddled his back where they had exited.

She could see his frightening cryptic tattoos embodied into his neck downwards into the broad v of his back but they didn't come close to covering them up. Something told her he didn't want it to and was proud of his battle wounds.

Olyver glanced down at himself but said nothing. She swear she saw him smile as if remembering their past.

Certainly no explanation there.

"Oh I get it" she said playfully, seductively pressing her big breasts into his bare back. "You are one of those, a real tough guy no?"

She had no idea.

Neither did the three Semi-automated pistol armed Norwegian crooks that had just stepped off the elevator, heading for Olyvers suite.

Her partners in crime.

Over the past few months they had built up the perfect scam of swindling high class hooker clients with their pants down, but they had overlooked one thing this time.

Even psychotic villains get horny.

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