Garrett

The older man has something over your head that no one knows. He owns you now. You're going to be his spy, and you can't do anything about it.

...

It's been a month since you told Garrett every Tyson secret, as the black man's wealth and power are going down.

You're in a small apartment in a shady part of town, the dim light casting shadows on the peeling wallpaper. The place smells musty and old, a far cry from the luxury you've become accustomed to in your new life as Tyson's girlfriend.

Tyson is sitting on the worn-out couch, his eyes narrowed and his expression cold. You can feel the tension in the room, like a taut string ready to snap at any moment.

He's always been intimidating, but now he looks downright terrifying. His muscular frame is tense, and his tattoos seem to pulse with an angry energy. He didn't know what you did.

"Here do a line." You tell him as it laced with something dangerous to knock out Tyson as Garrett is finally pulling the trigger.

Tyson does it as his eyes go wide and he falls to the side. Fully conscious as you text Garrett the good news as he travels over.

Garrett walks into the rundown apartment with a cruel smirk on his face. His expensive suit looks out of place in the dingy surroundings, and his polished shoes click on the cracked linoleum floor. He walks over to where Tyson is lying on the ground, his eyes glazed over from the **** you gave him. "Well, well, well," Garrett says, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "Looks like you really did your job, Harl. You're a regular Judas." His eyes rake over your body, a predatory gleam in them that makes your skin crawl. "I always knew you were a dirty little slut, ready to sell out for a taste of luxury. And now, you're mine."

You feel a sickening mix of fear and regret churning in your gut.

He makes you kneel in front of Tyson's fallen-over body as Garrett fucks your mouth hard. The cock saliva pours over the knocked-out gangster's face. You look at him as you know you have fallen far from grace. Garrett cum in your mouth, and you swallow as he slaps your cheek.

"Good girl. Good sissy." He said as he looked at Tyson passed out on the floor. He looks at the knocked-out man, and he laughs at him. He knows that his plans have worked out perfectly, and now he has both you and Tyson under his thumb.

"You know, I always knew you were a traitorous little bitch," Garrett sneers as he walks around the **** form of Tyson, kicking him in the ribs for good measure. "But I never thought you'd stoop this low. You're nothing but a whore, a spineless coward who sold out her own boyfriend just to save her own skin. I can't trust you. But I will let you work for me. You'll be a prostitute and bring me money. The first time you fail to get my money. I'll kill your mom and sister. Then you'll be next. Now leave Harley. Me and Tyson will finally have that last chat."

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