Frank has some thoughts, and some conflicting ideas

Frank grinned savagely down at the trembling young teen he'd just fucked senseless, merciless thoughts flooding through his brain.

If the little slut wanted the fantasy of being a whore, he could put her on the street and make her sell herself for real. He was sure that liberal doses of the **** would keep her in line, and if that failed there were the old tried and true methods of making a whore obey. Nothing he hadn't done before.

But that would involve a potential risk. He was far from his old haunts as a mobster, but involving himself in pimping might run the risk of exposure. And if his old colleagues discovered that he wasn't dead, killing him would be the least they would do.

On the other hand, he missed the life of a gangster. Robbing and extorting and **** and crime. It was a rush like no other, and one he had indulged since his teens. It might be fun to get back a piece of that. And his old colleagues weren't the only ones with guns, he smiled as he thought of the small arsenal he had hidden at home.

All this passed through his head in less time than it takes to tell it, while he still stared down at the come spattered young blonde. She smiled up at him and he smiled cruelly back as he decided what to say next.