Chapter One

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            Lauren

I knew Ian was a bad man, but I didn't know how bad. Not intel I was sent on a mission to be his love interest for about a year to 3 and a half years. From the start, I didn't like him one bit. He is nasty, a stubborn bitch, a pain in everybody's ass. And sometimes reeked like whiskey and cigars.
Even tho that I was amazing at flirting with everybody, he was hard to flirt with, even his flirting wasn't his best game. I knew that he could do better than what he is giving me because I had watched him for about 6 months before I had taken my first steps in the black shamrock that night.

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I was laying in bed after our night of fun, I hate being sticky, and sweaty. He want to cuddle but I didn't. I would rather be with a woman than him, but I don't get a choice in that.
Even tho that I hate that stubborn son of a bitch that he is, he does know how to make someone come. And I mean, hard and long.
I felt his hot hand go around my waist and pull me closer to his body, hot, and sweaty body.

I try to move out of his grip but that was no use, Ian just held me tighter to his body. And made sweaty, hot kisses up and down my neck. I closed my eyes tightly, I have memories of old white men doing this and me when I was younger.

I wanted to turn around and kill him now but I need more information on him and the Russian government, first before I do so.
I knew what he was doing when one of his hands was just around my waist. He moves down my body. And into my pussy.

He was about to stick two fingers in, but someone had knocked on the bedroom door. Even tho that I want it to happen, I was glad it didn't. The minute he left, I got up and found wear my bag had gotten thrown. In all of the chaos, of our somewhat drunken state. I have had 5 miss calls and 28 miss messages in the last 2 and 1/2 hours.

When I open my phone, two messages are from unknown numbers. The messages read.

" I knew he can be a naive son of bitch, and I knew how he can be sometimes. I grow up with him. I want to kill him too. But I couldn't because he was my brother... I can help with him but I need to know why you are after him. If I see a reason he must be killed, then I will, and if I don't I will have your head..."

" I will be at the dead roses in the courtyard, at midnight. If you don't show I will not be there. And I will never be again. I can't wait to kill my brother or you... Best of luck, R"

"What the fuck?"

That is fucking weird. And just then Ian comes back. Looking pissed, I drop my phone onto the ground, without hesitation. I didn't even get to see what the other text messages. But I do know that the boss does need some information. I haven't got any. And he is going to be pissed at me.

When I spoke to him last I had little to no new information for him. I am fucked in the ass if I don't get an update from him.
I hope this R person has something for me. Now I just need to find a way out of his death grip, when he falls asleep tonight.

I was still on my knees when Ian come over to me. And standing right in front of me. I could see a bulge in the front of his sweatpants. There could only be one thing in his mind at this moment.

* * *

After another 2 and 1/2 hours in bed. Ian finally got tired and fell asleep, without cuddling with me. And thank to the god that he is a heavy sleeper. Because he would have pulled the Pistol from out underneath of his pillow.

I pull my panties, and the big shirt that I like to wear to bed, and my robe. And head downstairs. I almost tripped going down the stairs. I would have been fucked if I did fall.

Ian likes to play mind games, and Control what you can do and sometimes say. But if he does something wrong, he will make it up to you. I am glad that this is only a mission. I pass the kitchen, it's the only way they get to rose in the courtyard.
I slip on my flats and head out as quiet as can be for someone who had a little too much to drink. I think Ian has done this on purpose. Because of what he had said in the car, on the way to the bar to meet up with some of "his work friends." As he called them.

He must think that I am stupid. I could totally prove, that I can kill him in a heartbeat. If I really want to. It took me a couple of minutes to find the hiding spot that she had chose. But there she was, in all black.

The wind is blowing my way, I could smell the sweet smell of her perfume. It is a mixture of vanilla and a little bit of lavender. Just by looking at her, I can tell that she is a total badass.
I step closer to her. I can see her face more clearly, even though that there is fog out tonight. I look behind me, for him...

But I could see nothing, in the thick fog. But when I turn my whole body back towards her. She has a dagger to my throat.
   That son of a bitch set me up. She pins me to the wall that is on the other side of the roses. It might be just me but why am I turn on by this.

  And I don't really know who she is. I know that I am paying attached to the dagger, I can feel how sharp it is. She moves just a little so that her knee is pressed in between my thighs. The cut strings.

"Why the hell to do you want with me?"

I yell at her, I don't care anymore If I wake him up. I just want this bitch off of me. I did this without a second thought. One of my knees is in between just like how she is. I brought my knee up, hard. I know she doesn't a dick as guys do but it's worth a shot.

She dropped to her knees. I kick the dagger away from both of us. I pick her up, by her hair. she yells out in cuss words. At least I think there are, they are in a different language, I have yet to learn. I just gave her an evil smile, She has messed with the wrong bitch...

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 18, 2021 ⏰

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