𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐭

𝟎𝟗⎮𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨

["Death is the biggest disease"]

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"She's waiting for you in your room." Michael said as I walked into the living room and took a bottle of whiskey, pouring it into a glass, sitting on the couch.

"Are you okay Aaron? You look tense." he continued, sitting next to me.

"Fine." I answered shortly, bringing the glass to my lips. My hands hurt under these gloves. It burns, but I can't take them off, not yet.

"We lost two more." Michael speaks softly. For the last month, we'we been losing people, like little children their teeth. We find them dead in the yard, the bathroom, the hallway. Some even in their own houses.

They were stabbed in twenty different ways on twenty parts of the body. If I didn't know better, I'd say that the Petrov's did it, but we both know that even they wouldn't fall this low and kill people just like that.

Right now, we are unstable for the war that started seventeen years ago, and so are they.

I exhaled. "She's in my room?" I asked, as if I hadn't heard him say the same thing a moment ago.

He nodded. "She's been there for two hours."

I took a sip of whiskey. "I don't care. Let her wait." I said, but I can't wait. This boner is eating me up, and what I need right now is to put my dick in someone's mouth.

I wanted it to be her, but her stubbornness won out and I have no intention of arguing with bitches like her. She must be fucking with one of her bodyguards right now, if she has one.

He surely shoves his cock in her little cunt and she moans his name, says his name, screams his name. I want her to scream my name, I want to be the one to push my cock into her, I want to be the one to break and destroy her.

Just thinking about it makes my dick rise, and I don't think I can take it anymore. Puting the glass down on the table and stood up, turning to Michael and said. "I don't want anyone to disturb me. If I hear anyone calling me or wanting something from me for the next 6-7 hours, tell them it's better if they cut their own fingers off, or i'll do it." Michael nodded.

"Just to remind you for tomorrow." he said. "Try to get some sleep. It's going to be a busy day." I nodded my head, climbing the stairs, heading to my room.

The big gray walls give the impression that there is no life here. Large windows that face a garden that I have never entered. A desk, pictures, wardrobes with clothes... In the center of the room stood a large bed with a woman on it. My eyes darkened when I saw that she was dressed.

I told them that she must be naked.

I approached the bed, slowly moving the hair from the sleeping woman's face with my glove. Her hair is blonde and face is white as a ghost. Her eyes are closed and I can hear a soft snore coming out of her nose.