Billy just finished wrapping his hands for the fight as Mr. Murderetti walked to stand behind him. Billy was in his trunks, hands wrapped and ready to fight. Billy felt Mr. Murderetti shadow fall across him. Billy twisted his neck, cracking his neck and spine to loosen them. The sound of the bones and ligaments popping and adjusting echoed around the locker room. Mr. Murderetti hands lifted and settled on Billy massive thick traps. You’d think that a man wearing a suit worth 5 grand and enough diamonds and gold on his hands and wrist to buy a nice house would have soft weak hands. Not Giuseppe “Joe Murder ” Murderetti. His big hands were calloused and powerful. Billy could feel the big hands squeeze and knead his flesh. Those hands seem to almost sink into his skin and touch the dark beast inside him. Billy's breath deepened and a low growl rumbled in his chest when he exhaled. The Boss’s hands seem to grow warm, then hot and then his own breathing deepened, and his chest echoed that sound from Billy. “That’s it boy, sink into it.” Joe Murder said, his voice dark and powerful.
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