《His Best Friends Daughter- BK1 TPBS 1st draft》-58-
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Everyone stopped and just looked at one another. There was silence apart from the sounds of nature.
"That's it?" A young guy asked.
"Looks like it" Lucas said as he looked down at the unconscious Gregory.
"What a fucking disappointment!"
'Hell yeh, we were hoping he'd try to run."
"Fuck yeh!"
There were similar calls from the group. Each one feeling like they'd missed out on something special with the loudest call being "Let me at thr fucker!"
Lucas raised his hand with a grin and once again there was silence.
"Don't worry too much people. The fun has just begun."
"Can I at least kick him in the balls?" called out one of the female 'guests'.
Lucas looked at Damon who shrugged with a massive grin and stepped to the side and waved a sweeping hand over Gregory as if he was a game show hostess.
"Be my guest!"
Her squeal of delight was all woman but her stride as she made her way past other 'guests' was all hired killer. She stopped as she was about to pass by Anna and looked at her.
Anna watched in surprise as the woman stopped with a wicked grin on her face. In shock as arms went around her in a tight but quick hug.
"This one's for you."
The woman pulled away and continued to where Gregory lay on the ground.
Gregory started to groan softly as he fought for conciousness and moved as if the stretch would be all he needed to become lucid again.
"Oh sweet! He's awake!" The woman clapped her hands in delight when Ben whispered to Michael as he stood beside him.
"Thank fuck it's him. Check out the shoes!"
Eyes looked to the womans feet and if it was possible then there was an audible gulp from all the male population. Some cringed and shifted knowingly and prepared themselves communal feeling of pain. Her 'shoes' were pointed heels with silver metal edging that matched her dress perfectly. They were specifically designed for her employment.
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There an unconsious turning of male heads as she swung her foot out. Milliseconds of swing that felt like hours as they waited for final contact. She swung forward.
Gregory yelled out in an horrific scream as his body curled up into a ball. He whimpered at the pain.
The women in the group started to smile with some laughing as men collectively crossed legs with some hunching over. Some crying out "Fuck I felt that!"
The woman bent over Gregory with hatred plastered across her face as she said words that seethed venom.
"Never fuck around with our family."
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