by Rose Marie
“Who is that?”
“My Ojisan, he-” all too fast, I feel his big hand wrapped around my neck, and I’m slammed against the wall with the breath knocked out of me. Scrambling, I claw at his arms, drawing blood, kicking, punching, and screaming for him to let me go, but he only glares at me and leans closer. “Wha-”
“I dinna take kindly tu bitches disrespecting me rules.”
“I-… wait, Commander! What rule did I break? I only-” he ignores me, using his free hand to unzip my jeans and pull them down my legs, then turns me around, bends me over, and shoves inside of me hard, making my stomach quiver and knees buckle. It felt so unbelievably good I would have folded over and passed out due to the pleasure, but he smacked my ass so hard the sting traveled to my clit and nipples, leaving a tingling sensation. When he pulls out and shoves back into me just as hard, I scream out cumming, gushing all over his floor.
“Rule number six, think about me when yer here. I dinna care if it’s yer da, uncles, cousins, friends, or nephews. If it isna me, then ferget about it until yu walk out me door.” At this point, I was drooling as he starts pounding into me relentlessly, making me close my eyes and savor the dick. I drop my phone, unable to do anything more than follow the sixth rule, and think of nothing but him.
“YES, COMMANDER! I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY! I PROMISE. I WON’T DO IT ANYMORE!” I shake, basking in the dick he was throwing my way, wondering where the hell has, he been all my years of fucking those limp, low stamina ass old men and women. “OH SHIT! OH SHIT! OH SHIT! GONNA CUM! GONNA CUM! GONNA CUM!” I was just about to have the orgasm of my life when he pulls out, turns me around and pushes me to my knees, and cums directly on my face. Licking it up I look at him, whimpering and waiting for him to finish me off. “Commander, I didn’t cu-”
“I dinna reward bad bitches for bad behavior, now get the feck out, and dinna come back until yu learn tu respect the house rules.” He grabbed my arms to help me to the door, but when he touched my feverish body, I kneeled over, shaking as an orgasm rocked my body. When the orgasm finally stops, he grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him in the eye. “Came anyway, huh, Short Stuff?” Gasping, I bit my lip as another tiny orgasm takes over me.
“Y-y-yes, Commander… I-I’m sorry, Commander.” Chuckling, he pulls me into his arms, took me over to the bed and slid back into me.
“Feckin’ aye… how are yu so feckin’ perfect?”
“Only for you, Commander.” I groan as he reaches a hand behind me, grabbing my ass and plunging deep into me.
“I think I like the sound of that Short Stuff… more than I care tu admit.”
Chapter Four
Ackman
All Smiles
“Commander, what’s got you smiling so hard?” I look over me paperwork at one of me fellow Commanders and smile even harder.
“Ní dhéanfaidh aon ní ’caithfidh tú a bheith buartha fút féin. Tá sé sin diabhal cinnte,” (Nothin’ yu need tu be worrying yerself about. That’s fer damn sure) I smirk, holdin’ me middle finger up in his direction.
“Ooooo, I love it when you talk Irish to me.” He laughs, winking at me, and I take the pen I was using tu write wit’ and throw it at him.
“Yu arse.” I laugh, shakin’ me head. It’s true, good pussy has been keepin’ me smilin’ more than usual. I’ve never felt so feckin’ empty and satisfied after feckin’ until I met that little lass that’s turned me life right-side up. God, I dinna know wat I did in me previous life tu deserve such a thorough feckin’, but if yu let me know, I’ll do it again.
It’s strange how I’ve grown accustomed tu her bein’ in me life. I find meself reachin’ fer her in the middle of the night, and bein’ disappointed when she’s already left. More than that, I find meself wantin’ tu ask her questions about herself. She never got tu answer me questions from a week ago. Even though I know the facts of wat she’s got goin’ on in her life, I would rather hear it from those pretty pink lips of hers that wrap so seductively around me cock. But knowin’ her she’ll probably never tell me that truth.
Aye, I can tell she’s growin’ feelin’s fer me, but I believe she’s conditioned not tu spill anythin’ on her group. She’s loyal, aye and I like that… but her loyalty is almost tu a fault. Tu cover me arse when I realized that she wasna goin tu be just a one night stand I ran a background check tu see wat I was gettin’ meself into, and good thin’ I did.
I found out that she’s a hitman… or in her case, an assassin. Her Ojisan, who I found out is the Oyabun of her Yakuza branch, only gives her high-profile targets, and she’s used as a prostitute tu further his standing wit the other groups. Usually, a Japanese woman in high society and position such as Jazz… or Jazmin Matsumoto-Cartel, is protected and used to gain ties through marriage. Still, in her case, it’s different, and it all started with her mother.
Jazz’s mother, Hina Matsumoto, was the pride and joy of her group. Though she was born in a criminal organization, but they made it their business tu keep it out of her sight. Supposedly, when she, her brother, and the Oyabun at that time, who was her now-deceased father, went tu Mexico fer wat she thought was a vacation, it turned out tu be a cease-fire meetin’ that got them nowhere. She happens tu meet and fall in love with the Mexican Cartel leader's son, Javier Cartel. Per the background check, the two instantly fell in love and ran away together, causin’ irreparable damage to both organizations.
No one could find them nor get in touch with them. It was as if they disappeared off the face of the earth. Until one night, Hina showed up at the doorsteps of her father’s home, near-death and pregnant. When they questioned her about her previous whereabouts and where they could find Javier, she would only shake her head and cry. The group was up in arms at her being back, but her father apparently couldn’t bear her betrayal and kicked her out.
She left without a problem fendin’ fer herself in Japan's red-light district until her untimely death when she gave birth tu her daughter. From the nurse's memory, she was only a live long enough the write down her daughter’s name. The report stated that her uncle picked Jazz up from an orphanage at the age of three and adopted her but made sure to drop her father's last name before adding her tu their family’s registry. Jazz’s father had passed, and her uncle was made Oyabun.
After that, the report starts getting less detailed, but from me understandin’ even though he took her in, no one in the group accepted her, choosin’ tu stick wit’ the previous Oyabun’s feelin’s on the matter. Everyone treated her poorly, goin’ as far as tu beat her and put her in isolation fer the smallest mistake such as eatin’ wit’ the wrong utensil or fergettin’ the numerous ridiculous rules they created tu torment her. It doesn’t say precisely when, but from wat I gather, it was around the age of seven or eight that she was forced into trainin’, which she took tu like a fish to water. Not long after that, she made her first kill and though it’s not named who it was, I know fer a fact it was someone who the previous and current Oyabun had issues wit’.
That kill put her on their radar, and she began being used tu lure people in only tu kill them. Then at the age of thirteen, her life took a turn, and she wasna used only tu draw in rivals. She started taking customers who were in a position of power tu further the group's standin’. That was when she gained her respect and “flowers” in the group and her Ojisan paid fer her tattoo.
Since then life has supposedly been better fer her, but it still doesna negate the fact that she’s half Spanish and even though things are progressin’ steadily in Japan, they arena the best at acceptin’ foreigners. Even though she was born and raised here, is half Japanese and from a wealthy family, her ethnicity and race were enough tu set her apart and make her an outsider. But I-.
“Commander MacConnell, I’m sorry to bother you, but they’ve been calling you for a while now.” Snappin’ out of me thoughts about Short Stuff, I get up and walk into the Captain’s office.
“Yu wanted tu see me, sir?”
“Yes, cl
ose the door and take a seat.” After I do as ordered, he throws me a folder, and I pick it up and read through it, raising an eyebrow.
“An assassination attempt? On the Prime Minister? Who’d be so stupid?”
“Your guess is as good as ours. Usually, the Japanese Government is quiet about this and likes to keep this in-house, but since it was an attack on the Prime Minister, they’ll exhaust all resources to help capture the perp.”
“Bloody hell, whoever did this has got liathróidí. (balls)” I mutter, lookin’ through the details.
“Well, apparently not large ones because they were almost successful, but the perp stopped and ran away when they saw that the Prime Minister's daughter was sleeping on the other side of the bed. He told us it’s not uncommon for her to crawl onto her mother’s side of the bed on rainy nights or when she misses her if she’s out of the house overnight. I have to say that's one lucky bastard because had his daughter not been there, he’d be dead.”
“Hmmm… That’s not the typical M.O. fer a ma-” Hold on… it can’t be.
“I agree, we have our eyes on someone, but I need you to do your thing and get the information we need. Usually, we wouldn’t get involved, but we’re worried since we have a few American politicians coming over for a conference this week. We don’t know if this is an isolated event or a terrorist attack. Besides, it’s slow, so I don’t mind helping where we can on this. Can I trust you to handle this?”
“Aye aye Captain. I'll get it done, sir.” Once I leave his office, the smile drops from me face, and a sinkin’ feelin’ forms in me gut. Quickly I walk off tu the bathroom and pull out me phone so I can call Short Stuff. As I wait fer her tu pick up, I feel me chest start tu hurt more and more the longer it takes her tu answer. It never takes her this long tu pick up her phone… wat the hell is she doin’? Why do I have a sinkin’ suspicion that she's involved in this attack?
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Jazz
“Anata wa anata ga naniwoshita ka shitte imasu ka?! (Do you know what you've done?!)” The lashes to my back came down on me harder and harder, but I refuse to cry out. I know from experience that it will do nothing but make things worse for me. I know I messed up, so I should take whatever Ojisan decided to throw my way and be happy I can live to see another day. “Hazubeki! Dō yatte nigete watashitachi o warai kabu ni suru koto ga dekimasu ka (Disgraceful! How could you run away and make us into a laughingstock?!)” The Wakagashira (First lieutenant) dropped the whip he’d been using, leaving me to believe that my punishment was over, only for him to deliver a blow to my stomach with his fist. “We should have killed your whore mother the day she showed her disgraceful face on our doorstep, then maybe we wouldn’t be dealing with such incompetence.”
“That is enough. Jazmine, go to your room and reflect on the disgrace your actions have brought to the group.” To the dismay of the Wakagashira, he unties my hands, expecting me to fall to my knees and disgrace myself further. I walk with my head held high to the door where my Ojisan’s bodyguard is standing, and he quickly takes off his trench coat and places it over my shoulder, hiding my beaten and bruised naked body. If it weren’t for Michi, I would probably be dead right now. He walks me to my room, where he drops me off and leaves with a sad word of apology, and only after I shut myself in did, I allow the tears to fall.
I think about the only happy memories I have. Him. My Commander. Did he miss me? Did he want to hold me and be with me like I wanted to be with him? The tears come down so hard I get a headache, and I’m left screaming and praying for God or anyone to take me away from this life of solitude, death, and hatred I have to endure every day. I wish I were lying with him in his arms. I wish I could feel safe again. Breaking down, I fall to my knees, uncaring of the pain or blood that’s dripping from me. I can only think of one person, and I couldn’t help but cry out in hopes that it reached him, even though I know it won’t.
“COMMMANNNNDDDDDER SAVE ME!” Then I black out, thankful to finally have found some peace.
Chapter Five
Ackman
Broken Bird
It's been weeks, and I’ve still not heard a word from her. Even worse, her cell had been disconnected, and she’s hasna gone tu the bar where we usually met. I know she’s not tryin’ tu cut things off… we were good the last time she was over. The only other possibility is she’s on a job or something happened.
“Feckin’ hell Short Stuff, pick up! I missed you, and you’ve got me worried.” I look around me apartment findin’ it strange that she’s not here. Her quiet presence in me apartment, unlike other women, never bothered me. Now that I have no way of contactin’ her, I feel as if a part of me is missin’ even though we never solidified our relationship. In me mind, she was mine, and now I feel as if I’m left empty. The last time I felt this way was when I left me home country. “Bloody feckin’ hell. They are the last people I want tu think about right now.” They’re the reason I left Ireland.
Me family used tu be loud, happy, and fun. Me da raised me sister and I tu be loving and carin’ individuals, who never judged a book by its cover, but that came at a price. I once thought there was nothing me sister could do wrong until she brought him home. Patric Erinin O’Shea, that man single handedly destroyed me sister and me family. I guess me sister and Jazz’s mum had a lot in common. Just like Javier Cartel did with Jazz’s mum, Patric O’Shea took me sister from her family and turned her life upside down. When she introduced him tu us, me da and I immediately knew who he was and told her tu leave him alone, but she rebelled, claiming she was in love, and he wasna like we said.
It turned out we were right. She ran off tu be wit’ him and then came back pregnant. Unlike Jazz’s mum, we took her in, nursed her back tu health, and helped her find a good doctor to help her give birth, but it was all fer naught. Patric came right befer she was supposed tu give birth and she went with him without a second thought, only to eventually come runnin’ back tu our da with me two-year-old nephew.
Thankfully at that time, me nephew Conner hadna been tu exposed tu the drama goin’ on between his mum and dad, and me sister seemed happy tu be home wit’ me da. That blissful time would last about three years when Patric came and bullied me sister into givin’ him, Conner. After that, we dinna get tu see him nor me sister for two years, and by that time, he was no longer the happy go lucky little boy who had grand dreams of being an architect. He was a cold, emotionless, and outright evil lookin’ thing.
I remember me da and I bein’ shocked at the drastic change. The little boy who loved everyone and was one tu give out hugs constantly was now a monster. I usually dinna take kindly tu people talkin’ about children, but that is the only way to describe me nephew adequately. He looked sinister, and where his smile used tu warm our hearts, now it only sent chills down our spine. When he smiled, it was as if the devil had risen from hell and stood behind him tellin’ yu that yu’re their next victim, and that was at the age of seven.
After that, Patric and I got into an altercation that resulted in me leavin’ Ireland. I dinna want tu be there knowin’ wat was happenin’ tu me sister who was utterly brainwashed by him. It was even worse because he was in control of the Irish Mafia, and I’d heard from me da that his most significant profit came from the sex trade, selling weapons, and selling drugs tu kids in our cities. I felt distraught and helpless because he even had the police under his command. I was done, so I left tu America, gained citizenship, and joined the Navy SEALs. It’s been eight years since then, and though I keep in touch wit’ me da, I havena spoken tu me sister, nor do I have the means to contact her.
Last I heard, Conner was as ruthless as they come and had more dead bodies on his hands than even his da. He was whispered about all over, even here in the states. There wasna a soul in the underground criminal world who dinna know about me nephew who’d coined the nickname Balor. He was a killin’ machine, and rumor has it he took joy from it. Most assassins are indifferent tu killin’, they do it tu make a buck and move on. Co
nner, on the other hand… he did it because he could and because he wanted tu. I hate tu say it, but there is no way he’ll ever find any normalcy in his life being so cold and heartless. Shite! I told meself I wouldna think about that.
I lay down in bed and pick up me phone tu attempt another phone call tu Jazz, but I hear a loud thud at me door. Pullin’ out me gun I walk over, lookin’ out the peephole and see nothin’. Must have been a neighbor walkin’ by. About tu go back tu lay down I’m stopped by a low groan comin’ from outside makin’ me whip the door open in hopes I’d heard wrong. But Jazz is at me door, layin’ lookin’ bloody and broken like a bird wit’ it’s wings clipped off. Horrified, I feel me knees nearly buckle from under me.
“P-Permission tu enter C-Com-Commander?” Befer I can even do anythin’ she falls against me door kickin’ me into motion. I scoop her into me arms gently tappin’ her face tu get her tu open her eyes
“Jazz? Can yu open yer eyes fer me?” Her eyes open slightly, then close immediately, scarin’ the shite out of me. Quickly I lay her on the bed, and strip her of any clothes. Although I’m a SEAL and have seen many hideous sights in me life, this turns me stomach. Leanin’ down I examine her body wonderin’ if I should try tu patch her up meself or send her tu the hospital. Me answer comes tu me when I hear a beep from me phone. I was goin’ tu ignore it, but I found meself pickin’ up.