8 Chapter 8

Now, as he walked into his room and began taking off his clothes to prepare for bed, he looked at himself in the mirror. If a man could hate his own reflection, Deuce did. Beneath his black garb he hid a muscled chest, six-pack abs, and a cock that stretched out to ten hard inches when he was excited. His hair was sinfully long, and dark. It fell down along the side of his face, almost hiding his eye on one side. It was a mysterious look, a look that in the old days had made many men back away in fright, especially if that look was filled with fiery anger. His beard wasn’t that heavy, so he usually neglected it except when he had to perform a service, a baptism, marry someone, bury the dead, or hear a sinner’s confessions.