by V Vee
“Why are we going so slow?” Katrina whisper shouted. I knew she thought she was being quiet but, in this moment, she might as well have been shouting. I held up a closed fist and she sighed loudly behind me. I turned to glare at her. This was another reason I didn’t get involved with anyone outside of my mob family. Civilians were too damn impatient and didn’t know how to follow orders. Even when you were trying to keep them safe.
I placed Katrina against one of the walls just beside the staircase and pressed my lips against her ear. I ignored the shiver that coursed through her. We didn’t have time for me to explore that reaction. Not right now. But later… Later I would make her shiver, moan, and gush on my cock once more. I felt insatiable when it came to her.
“Stay here. Don’t move. Don’t make a sound,” I demand. “Nod if you understand.”
Katrina huffed but nodded her head quickly.
I reached a hand down to her ample ass and pinched her. She jumped and glared at me. I smirked at her, then indicated her bag and Brian, whose head was poked up a bit out of the opening she’d left for him in the duffle. I stepped extremely close to her again, my head dropping down close to hers as I once again moved to speak softly, directly into her ear.
“Hold on tightly to that bag and Brian, because when we run, if you drop anything, we won’t have time to stop so you can pick it up. Understand?” I told her. She nodded and tightened her grip on the duffle bag handles, even though the strap rested on her shoulder.
I pushed away from her, and dropping low, I crab-walked stealthily over to the area of the entranceway where we’d both dropped or discarded our clothes and items. I didn’t have time to scoop up everything individually, so I simply pushed it all in Katrina’s direction, before sliding over to her on my belly.
I glanced up when I heard her soft snort. I quirked an eyebrow at her as I stood. Katrina simply shrugged and I knew exactly what she’d said without her opening her mouth at all. I was sure I looked ridiculous, sliding around on the floor, but I needed to do all I could to stay out of the eyesight of whomever had been sent to kill me. Because I knew the game. The source, the person who actually wanted me dead was not the one out there shooting up Katrina’s house. No, they’d delegated my murder to someone else. My mind wanted to go over every enemy I had to try and figure out who it was, but I didn’t have time. Not now.
Instead, I sat on the bottom step and quickly dressed, switching out Katrina’s sweatpants for my jeans. Putting on my shirt, I then replaced all of my weapons before pulling on my shoes. I handed Katrina her phone before sliding my own in my back pocket. I would need to place a call to Andrew to let him know I had some heat, but again, something that would have to wait.
I stood and tugged one of my Desert Eagles™ free, holding it in one hand as I took Katrina’s free hand with the other. It felt so right clasped in my much larger one. It was almost as if it had been made to be joined with mine.
I moved quickly with her through her home towards the back door, ready to fire on anyone if they tried to come in through the front door, or the back, before we got there. I opened the door and stepped out, Katrina hot on my heels. No sooner had our feet made contact with the backyard, than the sound of footsteps reached us. I turned swiftly, my hand raised, gun pointed in the direction of the noise, as I stepped in front of Katrina. The masked man stepped forward, his own gun raised, but froze when he saw me, steady, unwavering, gun cocked and loaded, aimed directly at him.
Then… nothing.
I couldn’t get my finger to pull the damn trigger.
Shoot the fucking gun, Ludwig, I ordered myself.
Rather than complying with my edict, my hand started to shake. The man smirked, then laughed.
“I have heard tales of your ruthlessness for years, VonOfferson. But it appears as if they were all fairytales, hmm? Do not worry, I won’t make you watch as I take your lady and fuck her hard before I kill her.” He lifted his gun until it was pointed right at my head. “The stories about me are not exaggerated. I will do exactly as I said.”
He shrugged.
“Oh, by the way? I have a message for you, VonOfferson. It’s from your brother,” the man stated, his voice a heavily accented Taiwanese. “He says rot in hell, traitor.”
I waited to hear the pop, to feel the burn and pain of a bullet slicing through my body. But, before I could process what was—or was not—happening, Katrina yanked the gun from my hand and shot the man twice. Once in the belly, and the other in the head.
I looked over at her in surprise. I expected to see her face covered in shock, to see her hand shaking in fear, and her body trembling as she bordered on the edge of freaking out with the knowledge that she’d just killed someone, instead her face settled into one of peace. A look I’d often seen on my own face after a kill.
A look I now got after sleeping with her.
I opened my mouth to comment on that, when Katrina turned and fired three consecutive shots directly behind me. I turned and watched as two men dropped to the ground. Dead.
“Huh,” Katrina breathed. “That works better than smoking weed.”
I frowned and scrunched my eyebrows in question, but she simply shook her head.
“C’mon Mr. Assassin Man,” she said with a smirk. “Let’s get out of here.”
I agreed, with a nod, my mind befuddled as I tried to make sense of what was happening. Why couldn’t I kill? What had happened to me? What was different?
I looked over at Katrina as we rushed into my car and got settled. Brian and the duffle bag going into the back seat. In no time at all, I sped away. I knew we would have to ditch my car… soon, they’d no doubt put a tracker on it. Next to me in the passenger seat, Katrina handled my gun with surety; and I shook my head in confusion. Besides sleeping with her, my life was the same. And while her pussy was exceptional, I didn’t think it was the source of my “murder impotency.”
With almost sudden clarity, my mind locked on two possible reasons. The obsidian dildo I’d used on Katrina shortly before fucking her. The one the store clerk had said removed negative energy…
And Brian, the cat.
One of those things were responsible for making me soft. And as soon as Katrina and I got someplace safe, I would look into both carefully and thoroughly.
It was either the fucking dildo…
Or the damn tomcat.
Named Brian.
Epilogue
Katrina
Four Months Later
I rolled my eyes at Ludwig when he immediately rose to his feet as soon as I came into the room from the studio, having finished my recording for the day. We’d found out I was pregnant two months after escaping Maine. I wasn’t sure what surprised me more. Finding out that the very first time we’d slept together I’d gotten pregnant from a broken condom, or finding out that Ludwig worked as an enforcer for Andrew.
My Andrew.
My manager.
Andrew had met us at an abandoned warehouse after Ludwig had called him. The beautiful car we’d driven in, had been stripped by an awaiting crew for parts, and Ludwig, Brian, and I, had been transferred into a bulletproof SUV.
We’d gone to Andrew’s mansion which was pretty much a fortress. I hadn’t had time to admire everything before Kyra had swept Brian and I away to another room. Away from Ludwig and Andrew. And for the first time since I’d shot that first fool in my backyard, I’d felt anxious. I didn’t want to be away from Ludwig, and judging from the look in his eyes, that feeling had been mutual.
Kyra had given Brian to her children to play with while she got me “situated.”
Which meant giving me a whole new look.
I now sported extremely long, straight, dirty-blonde hair, hazel contact lenses, fake nails, and a tattoo of a four-leaf clover on my right shoulder. Ludwig had gone crazy when he’d first seen the “new” me. Saying that while I was still beautiful, he missed my “natural exquisiteness.”
Was he for real? Why was this man so unbeliev
ably sweet to me? He was a goddamn assassin! He was supposed to be all grunty and non-speaking.
He frowned for a while until he’d seen the clover on my shoulder, as I wore a pink tube top and a pair of white, skinny jeans. Then asking for a moment of privacy from Andrew and Kyra, he’d pulled me into an abandoned room where he’d fucked my brains out against the wall.
Clovers were now one of my favorite things.
Kyra and Andrew had given the both of us new clothes, new identification, new phones, the keys to one of their empty “mansions”—fortresses—out in Wisconsin, keys to two different, bulletproof vehicles, then took us to their private plane, where Ludwig, Brian, and I flew out to our new home. Our home with a rehearsal space and a home, recording studio.
Our new place where we’d found out we were having a baby.
Which was why Ludwig had begun to hover over me. As long as his younger, half-brother was gunning for him, hellbent on revenge. Revenge for something Ludwig told me he wasn’t aware of, something he’d been accused of betraying his brother over… As long as there was this threat of death, danger, murder, shootouts, kidnappings, etc. not only for Ludwig, but by extension us—me and our unborn miracle baby—my man, yes, I called him my man—was on high alert.
I couldn’t say I entirely blamed him, but as a woman who’d spent so many years alone, taking care of herself, it was just… a little weird. A little disconcerting. Something I had to get used to. Or at least, that’s what Ludwig had told me when I’d complained to him about it. There were some things I had no problem arguing with my personal assassin about, and I had no qualms about playing dirty, using the black, obsidian crystal dildo on myself, before fucking him into a state of peace, calm, and serenity; when it came to the safety of my unborn child? I would keep myself quiet and let my man do whatever he needed to do.
Noticing something moving out of the corner of my eye, I turn my head and notice Brian, the cat, eyeing the back door, his tail swaying lazily and I flicked my wrist in his direction, moving my gaze back to Ludwig.
Ludwig who now sat at the table, his chair pushed back, erection straining the front of his pants, while a wrapped ring box rested on his knee. I pointed at the box, then at his dick, a smile broadening my face.
“A-are those for me?” I asked.
He nodded and spread open his arms. “Sure are baby. Wanna come get your presents?”
I made one step forward when I realized Brian was looking my way, with frustration and annoyance in his eyes. This wasn’t the normal kind, however. As if he wanted to get out, do his business, and come right back. This was the look of yearning for freedom.
I knew it well.
It was time for me to say goodbye to Brian, the cat. I blew him a kiss but knew there was no way I could be the one to open that door.
“Babe, stop teasing me and hovering, and go let Brian out. Close the door behind him. Then when you get back you can give me my gifts, I can thank you properly, and then we can continue working on our plan to find and kill your brother,” I say.
Ludwig growls at the mention of his brother, but he nods. I sink into a chair at the kitchen table. I was starting to feel anxious again.
It was time for me to kill somebody. My body and my mind demanded it. But I would have my personal assassin at my side to back me up. We were going to fuck shit up.
But first…
I rose and headed to the hallway closet to find the black obsidian dildo.
***
Formerly Brian, The Cat
It was fun while it lasted. There was something about some humans that made living fucking fantastic. Never ending food and entertainment.
Did they ever realize just how funny some of the shit they did was?
He wiped a paw across the scruff of fur around his mouth. If only he had opposable thumbs. Then he could open his food his damn self.
Lucky motherfu-
Humans did not know how good they had it.
A light breeze ruffled his fur. All the scents surrounding his latest home melded together and he immersed himself in their essence. The aromas called to him. Everyday noises, a muffled knock, the weird sounds human made. It was time to explore all of that, he needed his freedom.
New hunting grounds, and fresh females…
He padded to the door and waited.
And waited…
A crack in the barrier finally appeared and he rushed forward slipping around the human’s feet. He trotted away.
Yeah, this was the life.
The End… For Now
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