HAZARD

RICHIE

I can't help it but get out of the room where I screwed yet another pussy without being satisfied.

I get almost 10 pussies to fuck every single fucking day but nothing works on my side.

My libido is just too strong to please. I try drugs, cold showers, masturbation...Damn nothing goes down.

So, the problem with me is that I solve every single problem with sex. I mean 'every' problem.

But I guess sex wasn't created for people like me. All my guys brag about how hard they cum but me??? I don't even remember when was the last time I came.

My dick's an idiot. It doesn't want me to have peace. My business gives me trouble (no sleep), wondering how long I'm going to hide my identity before my rivals uncover it (no sleep)....And then an always erect dick....TOTAL INSOMNIA!!

"Still didn't get satisfied?" Eric asks. He is the one responsible for getting and sending all packages...drugs and bitches of course.

"Just look at the face. He doesn't even know what cumming means" Jason laughs while stuffing his face with popcorn. He is the hacker for our gang.

I spare him a deadly glare and he shuts his chatterbox gob at once. Another thing about me, smiling ain't in my lexicon.

"Sorry Richie, was just tryna lift the mood, know?"Jason's puppy eyes can make you do nonsense like forgiving him.

"Umm"I just nod and look at Eric "Gonna need a virgin or any tight pussy in ten that bitch was too loose."

"Oh come on bro" Eric complains "that bitch was the tightest I could... don't get me wrong, I didn't fuck her-"

"Then explain what you mean "I say while fishing a pistol out of my boots.

"Well she's lesbo"

"Lesbians use dildos, you piece of shit!"Jared rolls his eyes. This is the guy who knows how to import ammunition for the gang.

Wondering what I do in the gang, huh? I fuck pussy, first of all. Then I gotta go spying on all the people who are on my black list.... perhaps delete some on the surface of loving mother earth.

I work smoothly... well maybe roughly since I always leave an 'H' wherever I delete someone.

The letter 'H' stands for HAZARD, the name of our gang, because that's what the boys and I became after the death of my parents.

I was only twenty when their scattered brains fell right on me while the boys just watched in horror. The son of a bitch who killed them failed to do the same shit to me coz I managed to escape.

Since then I've been looking for whoever killed my parents, became a gangster and a young rich most wanted criminal whose identity is still unknown.