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engaged when my father approached me
with an extravagant offer to work for him in his porn company. I already had a
decent job in my hometown of Philly and didn’t want to relocate my fiancé away
from her family, but I also wanted to make the big bucks to support her,
especially since I had just knocked her up. I visited my dad on and off in
Vegas, learning the in’s and out’s of his business, and then he gave me an
opportunity to run one of his remote locations from home. For a while it was
simple and honest work, developing and managing online porn sites, but then I
started attending some of his private parties and got sucked into his world.
They were intense and like nothing I’d ever experienced, with an overabundance
of drugs, booze, and naked women hanging on my arm. No one knew I was Paul’s
son except for his bodyguards. My porn name was Marcus Wild, and after a while
I fell so deeply into his company I ended up becoming one of his biggest online
stars whenever I visited - sleeping with both men and women, and cheating on my
wife. My childhood and teens were spent with a mother who was mentally ill and
abusive, and my twenties were spent hanging around a father who taught me how
to kill and expected me to stick my dick into anything and everything that
moved.
    Heck, I hope the next generation of Jamesons isn’t this fucked up.
    I check on my staff in the kitchen, front
desk, and my head security guard, letting all of them know about the two new
guys I hired before taking off to my suite.
    Dayne’s not coming back tonight. He knows I’m on
guard and he’ll want to ask more questions about his father’s suicide and my
sister’s whereabouts before he takes action. He’s also the type of man who’ll
punish my family without veering off path, meaning he’s not going to take
anything out on my staff or Julia. He won’t complicate what he came here to do
by involving random victims. It’s just not his style. He wants answers and to
settle some asinine ongoing conflict with my family. And hell, for all I know
he could be on his way to my sister’s home in St. Louis. Her husband owns a
wine bar, the only one in the city, which makes them easy to find. But I know
for a fact she’s been counting the years, months, and days of Dayne’s release. She’s prepared.
    I type my code into my keypad and enter my
suite, tossing my jacket over my dining room chair and mixing myself a scotch
and soda before heading into my office.
    Someone in this town is about to meet his
maker.

DEPARTURE
    I t’s rare for me
to leave my hotel. I have everything I want and need in there, a warm bed,
liquor and food, and a woman who I believe professed her love for me last
night. It’s paradise compared to jogging in the cold along one of the southern
Lake Tahoe trails, watching my breath float into the early light while my
cock’s a shrunken head hiding beneath my sweats.
    I pull back one of
my black leather gloves to check the time. Six o’clock. No one’s out this early
except for one lone soul about fifteen feet ahead. We’re just two men out for a
little exercise on a frigid morning.
    “I’m a troll,” I sing softly.
    He turns his head
while keeping his pace and then after sensing a threat, speeds up.
    “I’m getting... really hungry... for a nice sam-widge ,” I hum with quickening steps. “I’ll roll
you... and I’ll fold you... in a big... foldy roll.” My
sentences break apart as I run faster to catch my prey.
    He sprints ahead but
the trail ends, leaving him with a split second decision to turn around and
face me, or head into the pines.
    “I’m... a troll.” I’m quicker, bigger, stronger, than this
little shit.
    My switchblade juts
from my hand, my heart pumps and blood rushes through my veins, extending my
dick. The hunt always causes an erection... I love this
feeling... the kill... fuck , I’m in . My blade
slips inside his warm gut and blood coats his sweatshirt. It’s like penetrating
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