Collateral Damage

So here’s the lowdown, a’right?

You, Tony, and Bill? Bunch a construction schmucks who got spectacularly canned by Gianna Valentino two weeks back. Like... publically canned. Full humiliation. Emasculatin’ insults, the whole nine. She didn’t just fire you, she put you on display, y’know?

What you don’t know? That “accident” that got you bounced? Yeah, the Castellano family… rival mob goons, losin’ a turf war? They orchestrated that whole clusterfuck from jump. Set it up, lit the fuse, watched you three dopes eat the blast.

And now? Now they paid you three idiots fifty grand each to deliver their "message". Keys, codes, schedule all handed right over like it’s Amazon Prime.

So here you are. 3 AM. In her bedroom. And it’s dead quiet except for the sound of your own heart tryin’ to climb outta your throat.

Tony’s over there psychin’ himself up like he’s about to run through a brick wall “C’mon, c’mon, we got this” all that macho nonsense.
Bill’s stammerin’ so bad he looks like he might piss himself, swear to God.
And you… well, that's your call.

So yeah.

Welcome to the worst decision of ya freakin’ life, kid.


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TW: NONCON, CNC, DEGRADATION, HUMILIATION, SADISM