Bullets for Pennies – A Shockingly Cheap Haul
Xiao Yi felt a flicker of surprise in his heart.
“How many bullets did you buy?” Xiao Yi pressed.
“As per your instructions, a total of 200 rounds,” Sean reported.
So damn cheap!
For someone like Xiao Yi, who’d grown up in gun-free China, this price was terrifyingly low. He’d figured even just the bullets would set him back thousands of dollars. But 200 rounds for a little over three hundred bucks? Unbelievable.
“Got it. Don’t bring the bullets or the cash over yet—keep them in your car. I’ll swing by the garage in a bit. Oh, and grab three grand for yourself from the stash. That’s your reward. Work for me, and I won’t let you go hungry.”
Xiao Yi delivered the words coolly, then hung up.
Three thousand dollars in 2006 was no small change for your average American—about two months’ salary on a typical fifteen-hundred-a-month wage. Sean pulled in over ten grand monthly, sure, but his expenses were brutal. Three grand was still a sweet incentive.
Xiao Yi steadied himself, cracked the door, and sauntered downstairs in Andy’s usual devil-may-care slouch.
Stephanie glowed today, radiant and full of energy, her mood visibly bright. The moment she spotted Xiao Yi, a flush crept across her cheeks, and a twitch rippled through her sensitive core.
Memories of last night—straddling her own son on his bed—flooded her with shame. What the hell had come over her? She’d lost control, done something so mortifying. If word got out that she’d let her boy fill her mouth with his seed, found ecstasy writhing on him, climaxed like that... Stephanie Seymour would want to crawl into a hole and die.
Guilt and humiliation burned through her, intensified by the fresh stirrings at the sight of Andy. But she reined it in quick.
“Andy, you’re up? Come eat breakfast,” she said from the table, fork clenched tight between her teeth, eyes on him with a nervous edge, like she was scared of something.
Xiao Yi played it casual, sliding into a seat and tearing into a sandwich without a care.
He seemed oblivious, but he was watching her every move.
“Andy, last night... did you sleep okay? Anything feel off? You just got out of the hospital—tell Mom if something’s wrong...” Her voice trembled, silently begging he hadn’t noticed a thing.
“Nah, felt great. Had a sweet dream last night—woke up feeling awesome.” Xiao Yi licked his lips on purpose, muttering like it was nothing.
“Good... that’s good... as long as you’re healthy, that’s all that matters...” Stephanie bit her lip, relief washing over her as she whispered to herself, stealing a hungry glance at her son.
Then Xiao Yi felt something brush his crotch—twice.
A quick look at Stephanie: she was distracted, posture all wrong for it.
He frowned, shooting a glare across the table at his sister Helen.
But the little minx pushed her luck. Ignoring any risk of Mom noticing, she slipped her thumb over, rubbing his morning wood through his pants.
Damn it!
Xiao Yi glanced down casually—Helen’s sleek, perfect foot was grinding against him.
This sister of mine... she’s pure evil! Her delicate toes grew bolder, slipping inside his pants now. Xiao Yi cursed under his breath.
He wolfed down a couple more bites, drained his milk, and without so much as eyeing Helen’s smug grin, turned to Stephanie. “Mom, I’m done. Heading out for a bit—meeting some buddies to shoot hoops.”
He stood and bolted for the door.
“Andy, be careful out there. Basketball’s great exercise, but don’t push it—you’re fresh from the hospital. Come home early, okay?”
Stephanie rose with concern, calling after him.
Helen bounced up, grabbing his hand with eager eyes. “Bro, take me with you! Pretty please?”