“The fuck you mean you couldn’t deal with him?” Francis slammed the law book on his table as he spoke through the bone. “If I had known you were so incompetent, I would have wasted my time with a piece of shit like you.”

“Calm down, sir. It’s my men that failed. Not me,” Blackbear spoke from the other end while a woman was sucking his cock. “I will beat him senseless before the sun goes down tomorrow and send you a whole carousel of bloody pics.”

“Yeah, you better,” Francis’ voice turned hoarse, “or I’ll specially hire a samurai assassin to shove a sword up your ass.”

The call ended.

Blackbear wasn’t smiling anymore. The woman sucking on his dick was crying because one of his hands continually pressed her head into taking his penis fully into her throat. She was literally choking on it, with tears streaming down her face. “I lost my mood. It’s not working.” He kicked her to the side and stood and pulled his pants back up.

She coughed for fifteen seconds before saying, “Is it over? My