Children Of A Lesser God 20 High Life

Tony turned around and walked further back inside. Laz thought he was going to take a shower since he had heard the water running when he walked in so he took a moment to actually look around and was stupefied by what he saw. It seemed like this apartment was 3 times the size of the others. Laz didn't remember hearing his grandpa mention this to him before so he had a strange thought. Did Tony do this himself? To knock out and remodel three apartments worth of s.p.a.ce would have given him quite a bit of good living area.

The carpets were a lush, velvety red and seemed to be very soft. There was a 60 inch 4K mounted to a stand next to the door, surrounded by some very plump, well stuffed, black couches. The walls were a lighter red and with the black out curtains on the windows plus the low level of lighting, it gave it a real soft and s.e.xy feel. There were also several hard wood tables and stands that where sealed but unpainted, giving the room a more rustic kind of feel. Laz didn't know why, but he had this inkling like he was standing in one of those higher cla.s.s brothels that he'd only ever seen pictures of.

Laz was only half right, the style and design was closer to a S&M dungeon, but he wouldn't know that for a while.

Walking back towards the expanded bedroom, Tony grabbed some loose dress pants and a dark blue colored silk b.u.t.ton up s.h.i.+rt and started getting dressed. Looking at the area where Laz figured the bathroom would be, he called out.

"Desi, get out here. Time to work."

It was only at this moment that Laz figured out that there was someone in the shower. He had heard the water running earlier, but due to the events happening and being surprised by the apartment, he had let his focus slip and lost his mental image. He took a moment to slow his breathing and build it back up again.

As soon as he succeeded, he felt a nosebleed coming on.

Although he could only see the general outline of the figure in the bathroom, kind of like a pencil outline without color, he was immediately excited by it.

Her proportions were magical, with a large, perky bust, thin waste , generous hips and long, tight legs. Even if it was an outline, Laz couldn't help but react to it. No matter how much p.o.r.n he had gone through in his few years of p.u.b.erty, he was not prepared to deal with the real thing.

He also quickly figured out that she didn't know he was there as she came out with one towel hanging loosely from her ma.s.sive, firm chest while drying her hair with another towel.

It was like finding the Ultra Rare that had almost a zero pull rate! Although it isn't something every man gets to see, at only 14 years old, Laz encountered a woman who could support a large bath towel with just her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and not being wrapped around her body. This rare phenomenon is hardly ever seen as the requirements behind it demand not only the proper size but also the proper shape and strength.

With the requirements being as harsh as they were, the number of qualified candidates was staggeringly low. Laz felt very honored to see such a rare creature so early in life. He was also as hard as a flag pole in an ice storm.

"Oh, kinda young and not too bad looking," was the woman's only comment towards Laz who was standing there like stone statue. The only redeeming trait he had at this moment was that since he couldn't move, he couldn't open his mouth and drool.

He had slightly tanned skinned and dark, black hair. Her beautiful face was fairly exotic, showing her background.

She practically treated Laz like he didn't exist as she continued drying her hair right outside the bathroom door. Although the towel shook a few times, it never decreased in height although Laz was practically cheering for it to do so in his head.

"Desi, stop teasing the kid and call Lenny and his crew. Tell them to get their a.s.ses here now."

"Lenny huh? Sure baby. What do you want me to tell him?"

"Whatever, just get here."

"Whatever you say." With this, Desi finished folding her hair up into the towel which was now neatly gathered on top of her head. Grinning seductively at Laz, she straightened the towel out in front of her before wrapping it around her completely and walking to the bedroom, never once showing him what lay beneath.

'Wow,' was Laz's only thought, if it could even be called that.

As Tony came out fully dressed, he walked over to the side of the sofa where one of the wooden stands were, pulled open the drawer and took out a small pistol. He then reached in with his other hand and grabbed a cylinder which almost looked like a small pipe. Laz immediately recognized it as a silencer when tony began to screw it on to the end of the gun.

"Hey, let me make something clear. Next time you look at her that way, I'm going to blast off one of your t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es. Do it twice and you better hope you can adopt in the future. Got it?"

Tony was glaring at Laz with a cold look in his eyes. Although Tony didn't feel even the slightest bit of a threat from him, he also wasn't someone who let the little things go. In his world, you were either the strongest, or you were dead. Respect was demanded, no matter who he was dealing with.

Laz got the message and dropped his head to stare at his shoes, not even thinking about looking up.

Tony almost had the urge to laugh. Although his nature made him cold, he wasn't a stone or unaware of others. He knew this kid was basically as innocent as they come and meeting someone like Desi for the first time would shock even a fully grown man, much less a kid.

Desi also liked to tempt others. When a woman was beautiful, she knew it. And it would be a crime if she didn't use it. Although she was with Tony right now, there wasn't anything like love involved. They both got what they wanted and it ended there without feelings to mess things up.

There was also respect involved. She didn't actually sleep around despite her flirting and he trusted her to take care of the things he asked of her. She was like a right hand in that aspect. As long as you could trust the other person, who needed love? She also enjoyed the power that came with being with Tony. If she needed something, he took care of it.

It worked out well for both of them.

"Watch the window kid while we wait for my guys. You see him leave, you tell me." Tony sat on the couch and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels to find something to watch. He had set the gun on the table in front of him while he reclined back and put his feet up, not the least bit concerned about things.

Desi had come back from the bedroom in some white silk pajamas and slid up next to Tony on the couch, making herself comfortable. Neither of them seemed to pay Laz any more attention as he walked over to one of the three windows and looked down. Although he couldn't see Joey's door from here, he could tell if Joey walked over to his van or walked out to the sidewalk. It was the best spot he could find to observe the most, while also using his hearing to keep track of Joey downstairs.

Laz couldn't help but get a little excited. This isn't something he ever imagined himself doing, yet here he was, sitting in a drug dealer's apartment and being the lookout.

He knew Joey was still in the bedroom with the girl, but he seemed to have finished. As neither of them were moving. He couldn't tell if Joey was asleep since his normal breathing was quite ragged, but he knew by the girls barely audible breaths that she was either not conscious or not awake.

At least she was still alive.

Laz felt bad for her, but it was only after coming into contact with Tony that he realized he cared more about protecting himself and his grandpa than he did about her. Had he only cared about her well-being, he would have called the police right away. But if he did that, he didn't know how bad the consequences would be.

Although he wasn't sure how he felt about it, but when the choice came between a random stranger's fate and protecting his family, he would choose family every time.