Chapter 537: Nope! Nope! Nope!
Laz sat there staring at the two of them, both seemingly fuming about something while thinking of that magical word, revenge.
"You know what? I don’t want to know anymore. I did my part, you’re here. So unless you’re targeting Leo or his sister, I don’t want anything to do with it," Laz said, wanting to distance himself from this sticky situation.
"And what if I am targeting them?" Brittany asked with a bit of a sneer.
Both women were taken aback by the change in Laz’s face and demeanor when the question was asked.
"I’ll kill you!" was Laz’s simple response. Despite saying it at barely above a whisper, it felt like a loud boom went off in Brittany’s head and she could have sworn she saw something like death open an eye from behind Laz and focus it right on her.
"I uh... No. I mean... it’s not him... honest. And I don’t even know who his sister is..."
"Good for you. It means you will walk out of here tonight unless you do something stupid in the meantime," Laz said while behind his back he waved at the bartender and gestured to him. While the others didn’t notice, it didn’t escape Laz’s attention when the honest looking young man pulled a revolver out from a hidden compartment in the bar. Seeing Laz’s hand gesture along with the girls reaction to whatever words were said, the young man knew the situation was under control and resumed his duties. The only other thing he did was type a quick report into a hidden coms device that was attached to his wrist. Once done typing, he rolled back down his sleeve and asked if anyone needed anything else.
They sat in silence for a the moment until Amira spoke up.
"So what’s the story?" She said.
"Really?" Laz asked, shooting a glare at her.
"What? Better than nothing. Besides, the show doesn’t start for another forty minutes and you seem about as interesting as a rock on the side of the road so at least this will provide a little bit of distraction until then. Remember we are here cause you dragged us here, ok? I didn’t want to come," Amira said before bring the straw to her lips and sipping some more.
"That’s your what?"
"Second one from me sir," the young bartender said as Laz looked over.
"So already your third and we’ve been here half an hour so don’t act like you hate this. Also, I wasn’t the one who told you to follow me either. You could have just, I don’t know, gone anywhere else?" Laz shot back, wondering if maybe he should have been more strict with her when she kept following him.
"You know why I am here," Amira grumbled, her breasts shaking a bit as she did so. While Laz was trying his best not to stare at either of the two women, he was having a hard time doing so as each seemed to be rather enchanting beauties.
’I promised my wives. I promised my wives. I promised my wives...’ While reciting the mantra in his head, Laz heard Brittany speak up.
"My only friend was killed..." she began.
"Fuck. Here we go. And let me guess, the killer is here tonight?"
"That bastard is..."
"Yep. Right. On this floor, one of the other rooms. Hence why when you heard we were coming up here, you jumped on the chance?"
"Yes..."
"And now you’re planning your next move since after everything is all said and done, you hadn’t really thought any of this through past getting in. In fact, that’s what Chaz was for in the first place, the invite? Something a young woman like yourself would have never been offered since social circles aren’t your thing?"
"Well... yeah...."
"Yep. Called it. Nope, Nope, and Nope. Not going to happen whatever it is. I plan to spend some time with an old buddy of mine and then get the hell out of this town on my way to... well... where I am going next," Laz said, before him shooting his mouth off let out more clues that he had intended.
"I’m not asking for your help," Brittany said, somewhat angry at Laz’s words.
"Good. Glad to hear it."
"You’re not kicking her out either..." Amira commented from the side.
"No one asked you, did they?" Laz shot back, recognizing this fact for himself. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, but that he felt like he shouldn’t although he didn’t know why.
’Fuck.... Maybe I do have a problem? I mean... she’s attractive. They both are. But it’s not like I don’t have many attractive women who already love me waiting for me. So it can’t just be that.... right?’ While Laz’s introspection wore on, Brittany continued.
"No. This is something I need to do for myself. You’ve already helped me enough by getting me up here. While it seems like you don’t need it, I can pay you as a way of expressing my thanks..." Brittany said, causing Amira to perk up. Maybe Laz didn’t need it, but she wasn’t exactly set for life... or even the week as the case was.
"Don’t. Once you accept the money, you’ll be compelled to help her more. I must admit, you’re a bit better at this than I gave you credit for," Laz pipped in, stopping Amira from accepting right away. It was only after Laz said something that Amira understood he was right.
"Why can’t you just be some dumb pervert who does whatever I ask just to get close to me?" Brittany said, her attitude changing quickly but losing some of it’s courage in the end. She hadn’t forgot how she had felt just a few minutes before when Laz threatened her.
"Cause a person like that wouldn’t have been even remotely useful and you know that," Laz said, enjoying another sip of his drink.
"Whatever. How much money will it take to hire you? Or is there something else you’re after? With my families connections, I can get you just about anything you want!" Brittany offered, finally dropping all pretenses and getting straight to the point.
"What if I said I wanted you?" Laz asked with a smirk.
"Me?" Brittany obviously hadn’t considered this as an option.
"Yep. Right here, right now. You keep me entertained until the show starts and I’ll kill whoever you want me to kill."
’That’s right. Now you’ll be pissed enough to storm out of here and leave me out of whatever mess you’re getting yourself into,’ Laz though, somewhat proud of this idea. He had not gotten much of a chance to play the asshole card, but he did enjoy it when it happened.
"Is that all you want?" Brittany asked, grinding her teeth.
"Yep. That’s it."
"So just until the show starts? And then you’ll kill whichever bastard I want you to kill?" She asked again, causing Laz to be a little nervous.
"That’s right." Laz then waved off the bartender who bowed before exiting the room, leaving only a stunned Amira who couldn’t believe what was happening and Laz and Brittany, engaging in this weird game of chicken.
"You’d better fucking enjoy this you piece of shit since you’ll be the first and only man I’ve ever been with," Brittany growled, removing her high heels as she walked over to the love seat Laz was in.
Standing over him, she reached down and removed her panties, a black thong, before lowing the upper portion of her dress, leaving it wrapped around her stomach like a corset. She then bent over and forcefully undid Laz’s belt, button and zipper, practically ripping his pants off and dragging them down to his knees while both Amira and Laz couldn’t help but be shocked.
It didn’t help that when she did this, Laz now rock hard member hit her in the face on the upswing, causing her to real back and almost fall over. Even if Laz wasn’t trying to get turned on, he wasn’t made of stone.
"That’s impossible..." Brittany gasped, as the beast stared at her straight in the face. Even Amira’s eyes were wide open in abject horror at the sight of this massive weapon of destruction.
’Heh. Now what? Not something just anyone can take, specially if I am your first which I somehow doubt...’
Even with this thought in his head, he saw the determination in Brittany’s hazel eyes as her large, naked chest bobbed up and down while she tried to control her heartbeat.
She finally calmed down enough and stood up having taken a step back from Laz.
"Good. I’m glad we finally understand..." Laz started to say.
Brittany then walked forward and kneeled on Laz, his shaft tucked between her flat stomach and the folded over fabric of her dress.
She then stood and still staring at Laz in the eyes, reached down and grabbed his shaft, positioning it to the entrance of her love tunnel.
Closing her eyes, she squatted down, only to feel her waist get caught by a strong pair of hands.
"What are you doing? Don’t want me to be in control?" Brittany said through clenched teeth, now ever more angry at both him and herself.
"You’re really going to do this?" Laz asked, having finally come back to himself.
"I would if you’d fucking let me go..."
"Why?"
"Because it’s what you fucking wanted you son of a bitch..."
"And you believe that I will kill this person for you?"
"Yes..."
"Why?"
"Cause aren’t you Lazarus Crowe? The most wanted infected in this country?" Brittany said, glaring daggers at him as he effortlessly held her naked body in place.
Laz couldn’t help but laugh, knowing that things were getting bigger and bigger.
"And that mean’s you can trust me?"
"There is a report about you, several of them in fact. Not only are you the most dangerous man in the country... but you are also someone who will absolutely do whatever you say you will do. So yes..."
"Being anywhere near me could be a death sentence. And fucking me? That might also be one. Can’t say I’ve fucked a normal woman in a long time... So tell me why it is that this is so important? Was this friend of yours really worth it?"
"She was..."
"But why?"
"BECAUSE I LOVED HER!!!"
