A villain for life.

Four.

The Norwegian crooks, had never been more excited, it's been a few weeks since they pulled off their last con. A million dollars' worth of drugs and jewellery from a rich married heiress and her lesbian lover had been to say the least- beyond their wildest dreams.

And now running low on blow and pussy, they were back for more.

Jacked up on crack and pure adrenaline the three men arrived at the top floor suite, confident that they would never be caught.

"My brothers ready to do this?" Nikki the man behind the elaborate scam asked his companions, he was sweating pretty badly the crack in his system starting to take its effect.

Benji his brother looked on with a grim smile. He was in too deep to back out now. The addiction to living the high life had taken its toll, and his needle ridden arms were a constant reminder of it.

Mikhail on the other hand was loving every minute of it, the cold barrel of the semi-automatic tucked in between his ass cheeks riled him all the more up. His thoughts already on the loot that waited ahead.

They stood in silence in front of the plush carpeted doorway for a moment breathing heavily and then with a slight nod from Nikki they all released their safety triggers.

Not that they had the need to ever fire their weapons before, that was the genius of their scam. With their victims caught in compromising positions, all it took was a little threatening, a few pictures taken and the 'Johns' mostly high level somebodies with reputations to protect were always too embarrassed to go to the cops later.

The men traded quick looks, Aliyah had done well to place the tape over the lock as always. The woman was amazing both in bed and on the field. They would know, since she had fucked with all of them.

All that was left to do now was turn the handle and stroll right in- easy like a walk in the park.

But where was the fun in that?

Bursting into the room, screaming profanities in a foreign language that always seemed to terrorize their unlucky victims into a full blown panic attack, they quickly spotted Olyver Alvarez standing in all his naked glory in front of the bed with Aliyah on her knees holding onto his thighs and sucking him off like no tomorrow.

Aliyah jumped onto her feet, a pout on her red cum stained lips. She was slightly pissed that the guys hadn't left enough time to get her 'job' done.

Olyver's confusion lasted half a second as he eyed the prostitute who had slowly yet unwillingly moved towards the three men and was now shrugging back into her teeny little dress under their scrutiny confirming it was indeed a set up.

She was the lure and he was today's sucker.

"Nothing over here, check his luggage" she pointed towards the door on the far left.

"Don't you motherfuckin move now yea" Nikki pointed his gun at Olyver in a manner that could only indicate the many gangsta flicks he had watched and gestured over Mikhail to go check it out.

Mikhail smirked at Olyver and walked over to the door to reveal a dark suitcase.

His greedy smile stretched the contours of his face in grotesque proportions as he took in the mother load of all jack pots. "Brothers" he started and then the smile disappeared as he moved aside the bundles of bills.

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Three guesses to what's in Olyvers suitcase :DD

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