Riley knew what she was after; knew that Nori loved a good story...especially when it could be possibly used later on down the road for one of her books. Oh she was playing him a bit, but Conners didn't care. He liked her genuine interest in his work. Especially since an assassin for hire, and cleaner for the largest gangs in the city, really didn't ever work with an audience. Dig was tempted to tease her right back; not with a touch, but by withholding the tale she wanted to hear. Yet as her delicate fingers moved to unfasten his jeans the cop just flashed her a wolfish grin. "Good girls always get what they fucking want, luv...and you've always been a very good girl for me. So I guess there's no harm in sharing a little story with you."
For a moment the man just went silent again; eyelids still closed, chest rising and falling with slightly quickened breathes as he let out a whimper when his hard heated length was finally freed from the confines of his pants. Still not one to leave her waiting long Dig finally began to speak again. "A couple nights ago the big bag wolf came across a warehouse of little piggies; who had been running a child slavery ring. Oh the wolf could've called in his backup, but that mean old wolf had a taste for bad little pigs...and these ones were the worst of the worst, luv. So when night fell at last the big bad wolf went knocking on their metal door. Oh the piggies laughed at the wolf who was all alone; laughed and tried to use their guns to make the wolf go away. But that wolf huffed, and puffed, and kicked that fucking door right down...crushing two little piggies beneath it."
With a chuckle Dig's wicked grin grew at the memory, just hearing those bones crack beneath the heavy door. Hearing the muffled wet cries of the wanna be gangster as Conner's heavy boot smashed the skulls in one by one. "Two little piggies squealed their last, but the others were angry as wild boars. Still the lights were out, and darkness held sway, and in that empty dark the wolf hunted his prey. One by one the piggies died. Not by a gun, but with a shiny little hammer that the wolf had found there in the warehouse. That big bad wolf moved from room to room; butchering every piggy, bashing their brains in, and caving in their ugly pig faces...until no more little piggies were left alive. When all the kiddies were freed, and taken outside, that place was burned to the ground...and the wolf's eyes lit up with those flames, and he licked his lips as the smell of the sizzling piggies filled the night sky."