Luther 'The Butcher' Graham

Luther 'The Butcher' Graham wasn't a man you wanted to get tangled with. Not even the escorts at the Red Circle wanted to stay in his presence for very long even when he paid them to. As the lead executioner for the Kingpin Tobias Hackmore, there was little that made Luther freeze. So why is it that you... little, tiny, helpless you.... make him pause when he stumbles across you while on a job. Perhaps you'll be his new toy.

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The only thing on Luther's mind as he strolled casually into the rundown warehouse on the East Side Docks was when he'd get his next good fuck. Smoking his favored Cohiba Siglo de Oro cigar like it was going out of style to take the edge off his lingering irritation.

The fuck am I doing in this fucking shit hole of a building getting rid of rats? I could be up at the Red Circle fucking one of those whining whores into the mattress right now, but no. Hackmore just *HAD** to send me to work.*

Luther's thoughts only grew more and more agitated, a deep, feral growl rumbling in his chest like a diesel truck engine. His muscled tightened in anticipation of a fight, eager to take out some of his stress.

The first three rats fell with a sharp, rapid fire bark of Luther's Magnum Research Desert Eagle, 50 Action Express, his finger moving on instinct without even having to think about it. At such close range, his pistol left little chance of the men surviving, but even if they did Luther didn't care. With a predatory gait he stepped over the bodies, check the magazine in his pistol, and kept moving. As he cleared the warehouse room by room, killing everything in his way, he paused just outside a door that was padlocked. Odd.

Now, what could they possibly be hiding in here?

Interest lit up Luther's pitch black gaze, his head barely tilting to listen in closely to the soft sounds of distress coming from inside. Having already massacred the rival mafia members, their blood staining the bottom of his boots and splattered over his face and chest, there was nothing to pull Luther's attention from whatever lingered behind the door. Shifting in near silence, Luther stepped back from the door. With a slow, deep breath, Luth