Dungeons & Gangsters: A Dark Fantasy Harem by Marco Frazetta

Author:Marco Frazetta [Frazetta, Marco]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Humor, Harem
Amazon: B07S95SGSH
Publisher: Tempest Books
Published: 2019-05-22T00:00:00+00:00

I couldn’t believe my fuckin’ eyes. After briefly scanning the floor I took note of the dead security team and their jerk off wizard, slumped over with a grimace like he just took a vicious shit, which me and the others took some savage pleasure from.

Then my eyes looked up and saw another fuckin’ door! “You gotta be fuckin’ shittin’ me.” This door was much like the train car door I had blown in with the sticky explosive, except heavily reinforced and locked. They must have built this container into the train car, I thought.

“Fuck,” Brock hissed.

“Now what?” Skreech asked, looking up at me.

“Yea, Teek, now what?” J-Maxx repeated, sounding distant and strange.

“I don’t know, hold on.” I felt up the duffel bag still wrapped around my torso, touching on it frantically hoping to feel another small mushy brick of sticky explosive. I yanked open the bag so roughly that the zipper broke off and shoved my hand in, feeling around, but when I pulled out the wrapper that the shit had been packaged in, it was empty, little bits of residue from the explosives on it. Fuck, is that all it comes with? Maybe I did use too much, I thought. “I’m out of explosives.” The orcs and Skreech grumbled collectively.

“We could shoot the fuckin’ shit outta the motherfucker, and either put a hole through it or weaken it enough that we can punch through it,” the other orc with J-Maxx and Brock started.

“We don’t got time for this shit, we already been here too long,” Brock snapped quickly. “We’ve already made too much noise and we’re gonna have some unwanted guests show up to our party soon.” The orcs looked to J-Maxx, who grabbed the rifle that the orc beside Brock was holding and promptly started firing it into the door, the window, the frame, some shots ricocheting, some making small dents and holes. Brock barked and grabbed at the barrel of the rifle.

“J-Maxx what the fuck!” Brock roared. The other orc moved to intervene and put the moves on Brock, being blindly loyal to J-Maxx.

Ducking down and bringing Skreech with me I yelled, “J-Maxx you fuckin’ nut, you don’t even know what’s in there, you yourself said it could be a weapon and you’re gonna fuckin’ shoot at it, blow the thing up?! If it’s somethin’ else you’re gonna fuck it up, stop shootin’!”

“Fuck you! Let...Go...Of...The...Fucking...Gun...Brock,” J-Maxx thundered, struggling with Brock, fighting and straining to force him to let go of the rifle barrel. The rifle stopped firing even though J-Maxx was still pulling the trigger—the fuckin’ magazine finally ran out, just leaving a little wisp of smoke creeping out of the barrel. J-Maxx looked wildly at Brock, then forcefully yanked the rifle barrel out of his hand, turned the gun around and started bashing at the the door, but while it dented some, it held firm.

“Fuck!” the orc roared, filled with impotent rage, slamming the rifle against the door so hard that the gun snapped into two useless pieces.

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