#brettienne

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OMFGDUDEYOUFUCKINGROCK

Fucked you in the clubWas not supposed to like youHoly fuck it's love.

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COO COO CACHOO (brettienne, becky x adam)

Brettienne

You suck my dick well.

I'll even let you snuggle.

Nobody finds out.

Becky x Adam

It kind of scares me.

Hours of amazing sex.

I want you to stay.

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Etienne as Brett

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Winner Winner Chicken Dinner || Brettienne

His business hadn't taken as long as he'd expected it to, and Etienne found himself leaving the penthouse of the Bellagio with enough time to actually enjoy his evening.  A quick text to Brett told him he was headed towards the casino, where his... what did he even CALL him?  His companion?  No.  Lame.  Calling him his lover sounded weird as fuck too, so Etienne just referred to him as Brett.  His Brett.  Yeah, that was good. 

It took him ten minutes to get down to the casino floor, and after a quick walk, Etienne spotted him at a high stakes blackjack table.  He was absolutely fuckable in the crisp suit he wore, and Etienne would be lying if he said the women draping themselves over Brett wasn't bothering him at all.  He watched for a minute, and when a large Asian man stood up from the seat across from Brett, on the other side of the dealer, Etienne was quick to sit down, peeling twenty hundred dollar bills off the wad in his pocket and placing them on the table to be dealt into the game. 

He leaned back in the chair, debating lighting one of the cigars he'd been gifted upstairs and then deciding against it in favor of watching one of the girls with fake tits try to steal a $500 chip from Brett's pile.  He nodded his head to the man, getting his attention to point out the indiscretion.

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Text @ Brett

Etienne: Have you ever been fucked on a private jet before?

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Fix it || Brettienne [Closed]

He checked the time on his watch.  Every second that went by meant more fucking blood seeping out of Jimmy Fontana's bashed in head and staining the floor below.  Why business had to be taken care of in the back room of HIS club, Etienne didn't know.  He'd have preferred to handle it somewhere else, but the beef with Fontana was his and his alone, so he'd needed to take care of it.  Problem was, both of their usual fixers were busy and Etienne needed this problem gone quickly and discretely.  He'd contacted Paulie and been told to sit tight, they had another guy on the way.  This new guy though?  Already late.  Yeah, it was only two minutes, and realistically he could have been on his way to the back, Vito knew to be on the lookout, but Etienne wasn't going to be able to relax until this was done.