The Reaper (La Asesina Bonita Book 2)

by Michelle Brown

  “Bienvenido. ¿Va a ser la preparación de sus propios votos?”

  “Si, Padre.”

  Tony suggested that we write our own twist to the vows earlier today when I was setting up everything. Turning to me, Tony lets me know that he will be picking up our rings and be back in time for the wedding. Smiling, I walk towards the room I am using to dress. On my way to the room, I take in the cathedral. The pews are covered in red fabric, there are limitless statues along the top of the columns in true gothic era style. The sunlight is filtering in through the colorful stained glass etched with scenes depicted in the Bible.

  My nerves are scattered, I am excited, scared, and nervous all at the same time. This isn’t something I am used to. Usually, I have my emotions in check, but not today. Slipping on the dress is surreal. Looking into the mirror, the tears begin to well up in my eyes. My hair is in a low fishtail braid laying over my left shoulder, with baby's breath flowers threaded throughout.

  I hear the knock at my door from the nun, letting me know it is time. Taking a deep breath, I pick up my bouquet and make my way out of the small room. The young nun that knocked on the door is waiting in the hallway for me.

  “Señorita, Esto es para ti,” the woman tells me, as she places a small felt bag in my palm.

  Opening the velvety bag, I pour the contents in my right left hand. There is a baby blue rosary and a necklace with a pendant in the shape of a rose. Wrapping the rosary around my wrist, I ask her to clasp the chain for me. I feel the cold metal on my skin as I tuck the pendant under the dress. Walking down the hallway, I can hear the organ playing a soft melody until I reached the solid oak doors of the chapel. I take a deep breath as the nun pulls the door open for me. Looking up, I see Tony waiting for me at the altar. Tears are welling up in my eyes while I walk up the aisle to meet him. I can’t see anyone but him, even though I know there are at least three other people in the chapel with us, none of them matter at this moment.

  “Beautiful. You are beautiful, amor,” Tony rasps, so softly it’s almost a whisper.

  21

  Rosalina

  Smiling, I take in Tony through my tear-filled eyes. I have never been in love like this. I would both kill and die for him, and it scares me. The priest makes a low coughing sound, no doubt to move on with the ceremony.

  “Nos hemos reunido aquí para celebrar la unión de Rosalina María Velásquez y Anthony Rey De Los Santos,” the priest begins.

  Taking my hand in his, Tony smiles at me while sliding the solid, white gold band on my finger as he recites his vows. “With this ring, I thee wed Rosalina María Velásquez. I promise to always put her first, even above work. I promise to love, honor and obey, in sickness and in health for as long as I live.”

  I can see the priest is confused at the additions to Tony’s vows.

  Looking into Tony’s eyes, I begin sliding the ring on him as I follow with my vows, “With this ring, I thee wed Anthony Rey De Los Santos. I promise to always put him first, even above work. I promise to love, honor and obey, in sickness and in health for as long as I live.”

  “Yo Los declaro marido y Mujer. Que Nadie rompa Estos votos. Que Nadie cause daño a Esta unión bendecida por Dios,” the priest finishes, pronouncing us husband and wife.

  Pulling me closer, Tony dominates all of my senses. I am now Mrs. De Los Santos. I am swept off my feet as he claims my mouth and lifts me in a bridal carry. Laughing ensues throughout the chapel while Tony carries me out of the cathedral. Tony lowers me so that he can open the car door. Sitting in the rental SUV, I wait for him to round the vehicle. I can see the wicked grin on his face as he sits in the driver seat and starts the car.

  “Where are we going now?” I question.

  “I have reserved a room for us,” he responds coyly.

  Rolling my eyes, I lean back in the seat intertwining our fingers. I guess I should let my husband make choices without needing to know the details… maybe one day, I add to myself. Sighing, I close my eyes as he drives. Hearing a ringing, I sit up and look around for my phone. Glancing at the caller ID, I rush to answer.

  “Sí, Roman? ¿Qué está mal?”

  “Nothing is wrong. I am wondering about the young lady that Mr. De Los Santos arrived with. What am I to do with them?” he asks, sounding out of breath.

  I’m not sure what he was doing, but it is late in Mexico, so I don’t question his time off.

  “Nada. They are going to stay as guests until she goes home to her family. Martin has free-rein while he is there,” I state sighing, I should have made sure to call Roman with an update on Amy and Martin’s visit.

  When the car stops, I look out the window at a gorgeous hotel with floor to ceiling windows. Tony has booked us a room at the Mandarin Oriental. I must look like a damn fish gasping for air with my jaw dropped open. I am in awe of the elegance as we walk inside. There is even a fountain in the entryway, with dark marble flooring reflecting the water to seem bottomless. I am taking in the opulence of the lobby when I feel Tony’s hand on my arm. Smiling at him, we head towards the elevator.

  Once the doors close, I’m pushed against the cold steel of the elevator wall. Tony is devouring my mouth and neck, leaving me breathless. The elevator pings to let us know we reached our floor. Stepping back, he reaches out and takes my hand to pull me after him to our room only a short distance away. We have barely made it into the suite before he turns me around and slowly begins to unbutton my dress.

  Button, kiss, button, kiss. I am covered in goosebumps at the feel of his lips along my spine. Reaching the end of the tiny pearls, Tony stands, and painstakingly slow, drags the lace sleeves down my arms. Stepping back, he takes in the small red panties I wore under the white fabric.

  “Ay Dios Mios, amor,” he whispers.

  With his hands on my waist, he lowers me to the bed. Kissing down my legs, I moan at the contact. Tony’s mouth spreads into a grin just before he kisses me through the fabric.

  Crawling up my body, he kisses a path up my body until he reaches my mouth. Capturing my mouth in a sensual kiss, he nudges his legs between my thighs. As he meets my eyes, we both let out a breath while he gently slides inside of me. He slowly thrusts out and back into me steadily, and I can feel the gradual buildup of my orgasm. I moan out his name unabashedly while he gently works his fingers against my clit. I can’t hold onto my sanity any longer. I cry out his name in a chorus of barely distinguishable words.

  22

  Anthony

  Rosie is asleep next to me. My wife. I know that the council will not approve of our marriage, however now there is nothing they can do about it. I made sure that the priest was aware the documents were to be filed immediately after the ceremony. Considering I told him that I would come back just to be sure he wouldn’t have legs to stand on if he didn’t, I’m pretty sure he listened.

  I think back to the first time I met Rosalina, and she had such a fiery spirit that I didn’t think she would ever give me the time of day. Now she is the most important thing to me, and I have no desire to take her business. I can see children with her. I have no clue what the council will do for my inaction over the Pretty Killer contract. The only other time that I didn’t follow orders was when I refused to kill Veronica.

  Laying in the bed next to Rosie, I mentally run through the speech I will give tomorrow. Gentlemen, I have reason to believe that the Pretty Killer was acting in the best way she could at the time. My wife, Rosalina Velasquez is that woman, so I will not be fulfilling this contract. Hmm, that may not actually work. I have no clue how the meeting will go, we will not be unarmed, and if we have to kill someone on the council then we will. Closing my eyes, I drift off to sleep.

  I’m woken by the shrill ringing coming from my phone. It is now early morning, and we need to make our way to Solihull. I turn over expecting to see Rosie laying beside me, but she is nowhere to be found. Glancing around the room, I see movement outside on the balcony. Slipping on my briefs, I pad over to the door to see Rosie l
eaning against the rail, wearing nothing but a sheer robe.

  Looking over her shoulder at me, she rasps, “Morning husband.”

  “Good morning, amor,” I murmur, in her ear, as I wrap my arms around her body.

  I know she can feel how hard I am as I press my cock against her ass. Trailing my fingers down her sides, I push them against her clit. Lightly teasing her, I feel her resolve weaken when she finally parts her thighs for me. Dipping my fingers into her, I am met with wetness.

  “That’s it, Rosie. Fuck my fingers. Take what you need,” I whisper, kissing down her neck.

  “Oh fuck! Tony, please don’t stop,” Rosie gasps.

  As she comes down from her orgasm, I slide my cock into her pussy. I can feel her body clenching my dick.

  “Trust me,” I rock back and forth inside of her.

  Nodding her head, I circle the tight ring of her asshole with the fingers coated in her come. Placing gentle kisses on her back, I slowly work one of my fingers into her ass. Pulling back out, I add another digit. Rosie is moaning which is making it hard not to come inside of her right now. Sliding out of her pussy, I remove my fingers from her ass, replacing them with my dick.

  “Breathe, amor. It will only hurt for a moment. Let me in,” I coach, easing my dick inside of her.

  “Ah, ah, that hurts!” Rosie cries out.

  “Play with yourself,” I grit out.

  I’m not sure how much longer I can last. Her ass is tight, and Rosie is clenching down, pulling my orgasm from me. Feeling her loosen from her building orgasm, I rock in and out.

  “Oh, my… oh, Ton… Tony that’s amaz…ing,” she pants.

  I can’t hold back any longer. I roar out her name as we reach our climax together.

  Hearing a phone ringing, which brings us crashing down from our high. It’s already late morning, and we need to get going soon. Rosie turns around to me with a grin on her face.

  “I’m going to shower, then I’ll be ready to go,” she sighs, as the phone begins ringing again.

  23

  Rosalina

  My hands are shaking from the orgasm that just wrecked my body. I can barely function. I never knew the pleasure you could feel from anal. Definitely on my list of things to do again, and again.

  Scrubbing my body, I think of what today holds for us. I could walk out of the theater unharmed or covered in blood. It thrills me and scares me all at the same time. I know some people would love to see me fail, only to pick up the pieces for themselves. I can’t let that happen, my father trusted me to run this business. Stepping out of the shower, I walk into the bedroom and dress quickly when I notice the time. The pilots said it would take close to an hour to get there, and Tony wants to scope out the venue early for any surprises.

  Leaving the hotel, I make a promise to myself that we will come back here in a year in celebration. We are minutes away from the airstrip when my phone rings.

  “Buenos Dias, Nico. Did you arrive safely?”

  “Si senora. Amalia is… well she isn’t speaking, but that could be from the trauma,” he replies.

  Rubbing my temple, I sigh, “Just keep her there until she seems better, no matter how long it is.”

  Boarding the plane, I remember how much I hated to travel when I was growing up. At least this isn’t a long flight. I feel like my eyes have barely closed when the pilot comes out to let us now we only have ten minutes before we are there. Clicking the button to confirm my delivery on the personal shopper website, I turn my phone off. Since we planned on only going to Russia and home, we didn’t think to pack any clothes for an event. There is now a brand new pair of scarlet Louboutins and a knee-length dress on the way.

  Landing at the airport, we meet with the shopper who is holding my dress. The performance is starting in a few hours, meaning we are heading straight to the theater. We climb into the town car that is waiting for us. I am anxious to have this meeting, but I haven’t figured out what I will say.

  Turning to look at me, Tony hands me his knife, “I need you to get this in somehow. We can show force if they don’t listen to reason. No one will expect for you to be dangerous and they probably won’t pay any attention to you until it’s too late.”

  Grabbing Tony’s hand, we sit in silence the entire drive.

  24

  Rosalina

  Pulling up to the entrance, Tony hands the keys to the valet, asking him to park close to the side exit. Gathering my bag, I place our knives inside, hoping they let me past without checking me.

  “Sir, ma’am, we will have to check for any weapons,” the guard says, when we walk inside.

  “Of course, sir. Can you direct me to the ladies room first? Our drive was entirely too long for a pregnant woman,” I shamelessly flirt.

  “Yes, ma’am. This way,” he directs towards the right.

  Tossing a wink over my shoulder at Tony, I see his smirk while the other guard is swiping a metal detector over his body. Closing the bathroom door behind me, I lock it and take my dress from inside the bag, quickly slipping it on. Stashing the knives in the small wastebasket, I throw my clothes in the large wastebasket by the door. I won’t need them after the performance. Looking over my outfit one last time, I toss my bag on my shoulder and walk out to meet Tony. The guard -who showed me to the bathroom- stands there wide-eyed, taking in the blood-red, knee-high dress I have changed into. I admit it is a bit much, but it is doing exactly what I wanted. The guards have barely said a word about the outfit change, instead they are trying their hardest not to ogle at my cleavage. When I make it past them, I can barely contain my laugh, Tony’s face looks as if he could gut them for how close they were when they scanned over me.

  “Let’s have a look around,” I pat his chest, sashaying away from the front entrance.

  I can hear Tony muttering under his breath about cutting their eyes out, it warms my heart that he feels that way over only a look. Climbing the stairs up to the box seats we spot, an exit to both the left and right of the private sections. Once the show starts, I will be going back down to collect the knives I have hidden. Finding our box section, I sit down in the back so that I am in the shadows just enough. Hearing movement, I try to make myself seem small, hoping the council members won’t recognize me just yet.

  “Mr. De Los Santos, nice to see you. Cómo está tu Jefe?” the man shaking his hand asks.

  “Bien, Bien. ¿Cómo está tu familia?” Tony offers back.

  “Senor, what is this on your finger? Did you run off and get married? Is that why you haven’t fulfilled the order yet?” the old man demands, still holding onto Tony’s hand as he sits.

  This is my cue to leave. Standing up, I slink out of the box and back down the stairs. Reaching the main floor, I walk as fast as I can to the bathroom without being noticed. Closing the door behind me, I lock it and bend down to check that I am alone. Not seeing any shoes, I turn around and flip the wastebasket upside down. The knives clatter to the floor, as I hike my dress up to expose my garter. Tucking one of the knives into the band on my thigh, I smooth down the skirt of my dress. I slip the other into my bag, inside of the compartment holding my personal items.

  Walking out, I have almost made it to the stairs when the guard from before grabs my arm. Fuck. Smiling at him, I look at his hand, back to him waiting for him to speak.

  “Miss, would you like to meet me somewhere private when I finish my shift?” he questions.

  Laughing, I lean in close enough to whisper, “It’s Mrs. and my husband would cut off your hand for touching me at all, maybe your tongue too just for speaking to me. Now let me go before I cause a scene.”

  Dropping my arm like it burned him, he backs away quickly. Smiling over my shoulder at him as I climb these ridiculous stairs in four-inch heels, I drop my smile, turning back to the private sections. I quietly make my way inside of the box, and to the seat I occupied earlier. Sitting directly behind the man that Tony is speaking to, I lean down to fix my imaginary clasp. I can’t see anyone pay
ing attention to me, so I gently ease the knife out of my garter.

  25

  Anthony

  This man isn’t going to let me get by without following orders. I have tried to explain to him for at least ten minutes now that I can’t do it because she was in the right. If he knew that the Pretty Killer herself, was sitting right behind him, then he would probably shit his pants.

  “You will do as you’re told. If you don’t, then we have no use for you, entiendes?” the councilman drones on.

  Glancing back at Rosie, I see that she is looking for my cue. I wanted to do this without bloodshed, but that isn’t an option it seems.

  “Si, I understand,” standing up, I begin to walk away.

  “Do it,” I tell Rosie, who is waiting to end his life.

  No one notices a thing until the glint of metal is reflected from the lights on stage. It’s too late though. Dragging her knife across the man's neck from behind, I reach out for her bag. Tossing it to me, I have reached my target before the man next to me has caught up to what Rosie has done. I see him reaching for her, and I react. Plunging the knife I’m holding into his thigh, and twisting. Experience has taught me that I have severed the muscle in his leg with that one wound.

  I can hear the screams around us as the women react to the blood covering the older man’s chest, and the steady flow of crimson down this man’s leg. Holding my hands up, I can feel all eyes on me.

  “Listen, no one else has to die. Cancel the orders for the Pretty Killer, and the other for Rosalina Velasquez. They are one and the same. Don’t and… well, you will find out how much I love blood,” my wife stresses, twirling her bloodied knife in the air.