This fucking bitch won’t shut up and I am so over this meeting. Goddamn housing inspector thinks he can shake me down for more money.
He doesn’t know I know about his little addiction to a certain escort service. Or the fact he likes to do unsavory things with the women he rents for the evening.
I’m not one to tell anyone how to get off or how to make a little dough. Which is why I paid one of those women quite a hefty fee to film this sick fuck while he was getting his cookies.
Personally, I’m not into golden showers or whatever the fuck you call it. But if this guy needs a woman to pee on him to get off, that’s his business.
However, I can make it his wife’s business. In fact, I tell him just that in so many words before I walk out of his office.
“Wait, Nico—”
“Mr. Fury,” I snap, my back to him as I straighten my suit jacket.