by B M Queen
He kept coming closer and stood directly in front of me lifting up his dagger. I looked away and brought both of my tied hands as a protective barrier in front of me.
One...two...three... I counted, bracing myself for what was about to happen.
3
Angelina
The ropes around my hand felt loose. I looked up realizing he used the dagger to cut the ropes. He resumed walking while I struggled to keep up with him.
As I trailed behind him, few people who I assumed to be killers or mildly put, agents, gave me weird stares and I also shot them a weird look of my own. Finally, we entered a large conference room. People were seated around the huge table, some typing and some busily writing their heads off.
When we entered the large space, all eyes turned to us making me squirm in my position.
"Welcome again son, I see you brought her along." A man sitting at the end of the table exclaimed.
"Okay meeting dismissed! We'll continue tomorrow." He yelled and everyone there stood up to leave.
What I noticed about this man was that he had a striking resemblance to Jon. Were they related?
"Come here girl, what's your name?" He said.
I stood still, refusing to move or say anything. They were still killers, no need to play nice after that bastard killed my dad. Not that I'll ever find the courage to say that to his face though, it looked like he was ready to kill anytime.
"When the boss tells you something you do it." Jon approached me, gripping my neck. A fit of coughs erupted from my mouth.
"Son, it's fine." The man said with a hand raised. "You don't have to be this aggressive, you killed her father." He said as Jon slowly loosened his grip on my neck.
The man then turned his attention to me. "I know what happened is tragic but that's life."
"No!" I screamed, finding the courage to talk. "You don't send your men to go into homes and kill people calling it life." I said, pool of tears gently run down my face. I hiccuped as my saliva got choked in my throat.
"That was my dad and you killed him! No I was wrong, he killed him." I pointed at Jon who had his head lowered as he leaned against the wall with folded arms.
I rubbed my wrist over my eyes trying to dry the tears on my face. "You killed me! You killed me the moment you ended my father's life." I cried, softly whispering the last part to myself.
"I'm sorry. Guilt is not something we usually feel when killing someone. I can tell you that my son regretted his actions but he is not sorry." He said.
So he is Jon's father, I confirmed in thought.
"You should know we don't just get up and start killing people, we're tasked to do it." His father said.
"So you're saying someone paid to see my father dead?" I asked in confusion.
"Yes. Jon didn't want your dad dead, someone else did."
"Who? Please tell me." The fact that someone wanted the kindest and well-mannered man dead baffled me.
"Tell me please." I repeated, also turning to look at Jon who was now staring at me intensely.
"You'll eventually find out because that person fucked Jon over too and he plans to have his revenge which fortunately entails you so you also get a go at revenge."
I started seeing things in a different light. Revenge huh? I knew my kind and loving dad wouldn't like to see me like this but I didn't care.
"I'm in." I said smiling for the first time since my father's death.
I would help deal with the one that killed my father first and slowly make Jon suffer a slow and painful death next.
He'll never see it coming but now I had to earn their trust. I thought, my hands turning to fists beside me.
"Very well then. Jon show her to one of the suites in the east wing, we meet here tomorrow to discuss the rest of the plan." He said, shortly exiting the room and leaving me with Jon.
When he left, Jon also got out and I followed behind him. We walked for a few minutes until we reached a hallway with suites on each side. He then moved to a door labeled '981-G' and pushed it open for me to enter.
"Get ready by 6.oo am, someone will be coming for you." He said, turning to leave.
I entered the well-furnished suite and locked it behind me. What a day! Lost my father, my butler got killed, I don't know what the heck happened to my mother, I got kidnapped and nearly got killed a gazillion times.
I stripped and stepped inside the shower, scrubbing all the dirt and dried blood off my body. After noticing I didn't have any clothes, I jumped in bed naked covering myself with a large comfy blanket.
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I awoke to loud knocks on my door the next morning. I covered myself with the blanket and walked over to the door.
Jon's friend, Luke stood there ready as ever.
"I was ordered to come for you and you're not even ready." He chastised upon seeing me.
"All my clothes are dirty and I don't have any clo—" He didn't let me finish my sentence and turned to leave.
Why did that guy like me so much? I closed the door and came back inside. A knock sounded again on my door moments later.
"Here." Luke said, handing me some folded clothes.
"Hurry up and get dressed, I'll be waiting."
I came back into the room and inspected the dress. It was a brown long sleeve jumpsuit fit for a janitor.
Trying to tame my disheveled hair didn't work so I just threw it up in a bun. I exited my room and saw Luke at the same position he was outside.
"Let's go, they're waiting." He said taking the lead. We reached a familiar door and Luke pushed it open. I meekly followed behind him.
Jon was seated in a chair with both of his legs on the table as he carefully inspected his gun. I swear this was what I think he did all day apart from you know, killing people.
"Hey, pretty boy." Luke said, gaining a scowl from Jon.
It wasn't a lie when Luke called him pretty boy though, he was too handsome for his own good.
Moments later, Jon's father entered. Luke put on a more serious face and Jon removed his legs from the table, sitting upright.
He nodded in Jon and Luke's direction taking a seat at the head of the table.
"Hello um,"
"Angelina, but I prefer Angel." I said.
"Okay hello Angel, our plan is simple. For now, Jon is to take you home."
"I don't have a home, at least not anymore. I want to stay with my friend, Elsa. She lives just a few blocks away from me."
"Sure. He'll take you there. When you get to your destination make sure you stay put, we don't know if they still want to kill you."
"So I'm not even safe."
"No, but I'll be sending my men to bring you here very soon for training."
"You guys are going to train me?"
Wow, I was liking the sound of that.
"Yes, Jon is going to train you."
Luke snickered, watching my face fall. "It'll be an interesting opportunity for you two to get along."
4
Mikaelson
"So you never told me your plan." Luke said. I downed my shot, frowning as it cascaded down my throat.
The club was super noisy today. Young girls with huge tits walked around barely wearing anything and served drinks.
"Don't worry you'll find out later." I said. Luke signaled for a server, finishing his shot.
"What may I help you with today?" A girl approached us, talking in a high pitched voice. She started brushing a hand on my shoulder.
I immediately stiffened and gripped her hand in the air, dropping it unceremoniously.
"How about we start with you keeping your hands off my friend." Luke said mockingly, earning a frown from her which she covered up with a fake smile of her own.
"Sorry about that, what can I do for you today?" She said.
"Tell your boss that Agent Stougard is here to see him and bring another round of drinks." He said.
"Okay."
"What do you want from their boss?" I questioned as soon as she le
ft.
"Oh, he was importing some drugs and needed few men to make sure no one infiltrated it."
Our drinks came in and we wasted no time in shoving it down our throats.
"Agent Stougard, he is ready to see you" A girl announced, walking up to us.
He stood up and smiled at me. "I'll see you soon, make sure to treat yourself later, pretty boy."
I grinned, watching him stumble a couple of steps. He was drunk like a fucking bitch.
Minutes after Luke left, I started observing the place. My eyes landed on some strippers who danced and swung skillfully on the poles as men surrounded them, stashing cash in their silicone boobs.
A mop of red hair caught my attention and I turned to see a girl not older than 21, drinking alone. My eyes lingered on her for a bit and as if sensing that someone was watching her she whipped her head around to catch me staring.
She smiled in my direction but I just kept a straight face, gulping my drink in a go. I saw her get up and walk to my table, pulling out a chair to sit.
"Hey, I saw that you were alone here so I thought I would come and keep you company. Do you want to go to a less noisy place?" She said, pushing her cleavage in my face.
I grinned.
"Are you sure you can take me, you look inexperienced." She gasped, surprised at my bluntness.
There were three things that always lightened the mood — My Job, money and free unadulterated sex.
"Follow me." She said and got up leaving me in shock. This bitch surely enjoyed playing with fire.
I slowly moved behind her taking my time to appreciate the contour of her body. Her tiny waist led to a pair of shapely rounded buttocks that effortlessly juggled in her dress.
A whistle of appreciation left my lips causing her to steal a shy glance at me.
We climbed a set of stairs and reached a small door. She fished for the key under a rug and unlocked the door.
She entered and pulled it wide open for me.
"Come on in."
I stepped inside the room and she locked the door behind me. I noticed the room was small but decent and had a tiny feminine touch to it.
"I don't usually bring men up into my personal room." She admitted, refusing to meet my eye. "I must be special then." I said in a sarcastic tone, lifting her chin up to meet my eyes.
I slowly backed her up to a corner in front of the bed and lightly pushed her. The force sent her backward, causing her to land on the bed. I took no time in following her down and ravaging her lips. She slightly pushed my head aside to catch her breath after a few minutes.
She climbed on top of me, dramatically landing on my hardened member. She started grinding slowly on my crotch, a couple of exaggerated moans leaving her lips.
She removed her dress and her bra quickly followed behind. Her juicy, full breasts came in sight making me grip both of them with my hands.
She slid off me and I moved into a sitting position on the bed watching her try to pull my jeans down. My excited dick jumped free from my briefs once she dragged the jeans from my hips.
"Oh my gosh, I didn't think you would be this big" She exclaimed in horror.
I grabbed her face and brought it close to mine, shoving my tongue in her mouth. Our tongues danced in a fierce battle for dominance before I pulled away.
She proceeded to grab my manhood with her small hands, peppering little kisses all over it. An inevitable groan left my lips and my eyelids sealed shut.
My breathing rate quickened noticing she now had my full length in her mouth. I grabbed her wild red curls, increasing the pace. Minutes later, I released into her mouth and she expertly licked me clean.
Wasting no more time, I grabbed her waist and positioned her on top of my manhood slamming into her wet hole mercilessly.
"Mm." She let out, her face contorting to express a mix of pleasure and pain.
I swiftly turned her over and started taking her from behind on the bed causing her to let out a cry.
"Mm, slower." She begged, holding the bedpost. I said nothing, pulling out only to drive back in her with full force.
"Oh God." She exclaimed. I later felt her walls clench around me and she released as I continued to stroke her moist center finding my own release moments later. I collapsed down beside her, too tired to move a limb. She came close to me and rested her head on my bare chest as my eyes drooped.
The harsh rays from the sun woke me up the next morning. Someone's red mane was spread all over my chest and I looked down to find the girl from earlier resting on me. I gently lifted her head from my chest and laid it on the bed, quietly slipping on my briefs. I searched for my jeans and found it under the bed pulling it on.
Something wasn't right, I thought, noticing something crucial was missing.
My gun.
I quickly scrambled around for it trying not to wake her up at the same time.
"Looking for this?" A voice asked.
I turned to see her naked with the gun pointed at me playfully.
"Hey, you don't play with that." I warned, snatching it from her. When did she get up from the bed anyway?
A groan left my lips as I quickly sat on the bed for support. It suddenly felt like someone hit my head with a hammer.
Shit, the loads alcohol I drank yesterday. I gripped my head as the pain intensified.
"Here you should have some of these." She said, handing me some pills and a glass of water.
There was something really different about her.
"What's your name?" I heard myself asking.
She looked surprised for a second but covered it with a smile. "Anastasia."
I nodded thoughtfully, donning my shirt. "Keep the change." I said, throwing a couple of notes at her on my way out.
5
Angelina
Blackhearts, HQ.
"Harder!" The person behind the sack screamed, causing me to increase the force of my blows.
"Aargh!" I yelled and rained more punches to the sack. I collapsed on the floor, sweat trickling down my body. My chest rose and fell rapidly as Jon knelt beside me, his jet black hair falling in his eyes.
"That, wouldn't even hurt a fly." He chastised, holding out a hand for me. I ignored him and got up from the floor leaving his hand in the air.
"Should I practice it on you? Because I think it can hurt more than a fly." I retorted, ready to deliver a deadly punch.
"That won't be necessary." He said, mocking me.
"Save it for when you really need it. Like when someone tries to kill your father again."