I drove the car away from the dealership after having them charge my debit card.I had shut my phone off as soon as I got in the cab, as my sister was ...lready calling me. I didn't want to hear it. There sat one of the Hummer limos when I pulled into the house driveway, so I stopped, backed out, and drove to a nearby Holiday Inn Express. I rented a room and went to bed for a good night's sleep.I woke up about five thirty and felt rested. I was over my mad now, and felt I could meet with them. The Red Dragon Social Club is back up to full strength.’ Chapter 1 – The Draw Halfway between Manchester and Sheffield, nestled amongst the rough gritstone peaks and rambling heather-strewn moors of the Peak District, is the tiny commuter village of Two Castle Gorge. Built on the two slopes of a gorge, the village is a collection of forty or fifty buildings, mostly private houses of an old and very expensive nature surrounded by extensive gardens. There are no actual castles, but the wind and. " He groaned."No... don't call me Nilu," I corrected him, "call me ammi (mother). I'm your mother now." Ammi..." He muttered with lust, running his index finger over my dripping slit."Do you like your mother's pussy?" My legs were shaking; I was finding it hard to remain standing."Yes... ammi." He replied hoarsely."Feel it... it's wet... very very wet. It wants your cock inside. Ammi wants your cock in her pussy... my son." Yes." Do you really want to fuck... your ammi?" My voice was quivering. He'd done well at school and had breezed through his first year of a business degree at Strathclyde University.But Gavin was also the notorious Glasgow vigilante and he had killed more than a dozen men in the past year, including the heads of several of the most powerful crime gangs that preyed on Glasgow's weak, innocent or unsuspecting public.The guilt of having watched his birth mother being raped and strangled and not being able to do anything to save her had lived with him since he was.