- Aug 9, 2016
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Broen leaned back, his cock-sure smile never leaving his face. He had her at least intrigued, if nothing else. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and acted as though he were thinking about her question. He wasn't, really, but appearances did matter. And there was that foul taste in the back of his mouth as Gallant's lessons still stuck with him.
"I mean, muscle? I'm so much more than some thug you point at the bad guys. The question, I guess, then is what aren't I offering? Give me a week and I can be as fast as the fastest, strong as the strongest, smart as the smartest. I can be sneaky or seductive. Hit like a truck up close or take someone out from far enough away they'll never even know they're dead. I can heal your wounds and fuck you better than anybody ever has, if you want it. But best of all, I'm predictable. As long as I'm paid you know exactly what I'll do. I'm as loyal as my employer is faithful to pay up and I'm not so stupid as to demand extra money to keep quiet about things I might see or hear."
"I mean, muscle? I'm so much more than some thug you point at the bad guys. The question, I guess, then is what aren't I offering? Give me a week and I can be as fast as the fastest, strong as the strongest, smart as the smartest. I can be sneaky or seductive. Hit like a truck up close or take someone out from far enough away they'll never even know they're dead. I can heal your wounds and fuck you better than anybody ever has, if you want it. But best of all, I'm predictable. As long as I'm paid you know exactly what I'll do. I'm as loyal as my employer is faithful to pay up and I'm not so stupid as to demand extra money to keep quiet about things I might see or hear."