Max's POV
I slip on a tight shirt and stuff a few studded condoms and chocolate flavored lube in my pocket. I'm ready for my outside night shift. I'm a whore for the Bro Angles. Diction is my pimp, but I'm his favorite whore.
We recently got a few new members and Diction is breaking them in tonight, so I figured I go out. That and Diction gets slightly...abusive...late at night, I love him but, I'm scared to admit it.
I walk out of the apartment, Diction owns and head down the street, seeing our rivals, The Creature's hotel. I see one of the whores, Smarty. I feel my blood boil, he's on my turf!
I run over to him and slam him against the building. “You're on my fucking turf!” I yell.
Smarty's POV
Shit, shit shit! Max caught me, I didn't even know this was his turf! I only went out to make a little extra money for myself, Jordan will kill me if he knew I went out and worked behind his back.
I feel his fist come in contact with my face. “Fuck!” I yell, that hurt, please don't leave a mark. I fall to he ground at another punch, I taste copper. Not good. “Stay off my fucking turf!” Max screams at me.
I feel his shoe come in contact with my head, then my gut. I can't hide this from Jordan, I'm so fucked. I scream as he picks me up by my hair and throw me to the ground again.
“Get the fuck out of my face!” He yells. I let out a whimper and run back to the hotel, I run into the doors and into the elevator. Please don't let Jordan see me.
The doors open as it reaches the 6th floor, I see Jordan staring right at me, pissed off. Fuck.
So that was my chapter...
~ Demon
