BOOK ONE!!
Kicking my legs open he stands in between them. Grabbing my hair that is secured in a tight ponytail and wrapping it around his fist, before pulling and dragging my head back.
BOOK CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT⚠️
TW:
Death
Knife play
Gun pl...
Standing before my mirror I look at the dress I'm wearing admiring how it hugs my body accentuating my curves. It's the perfect fit. It has a slit going up the thigh and an open chest showcasing my breasts.
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On the inside of my right thigh I have a gun tucked into the garter I'm wearing. Beneath the dress I have my red lingerie matching the dress. Not that I need to wear lingerie. I just like to wear it. It makes me feel confident and sexy. Which is exactly just how this dress makes me feel. My nails and lips are painted red. My hair is down and in bouncy curls that stop mid back.
I'm wearing matching, red Luis Vuitton heels. Everything is red. Good thing I chose it because if not I'd have to ruin a dress. At least this will last if I get any of good old Mikey Mikes blood on me. It would be a shame if it doesn't come out.
My eye makeup is dark giving me the perfect siren eye look. And I have the slightest bit of blush on my cheeks. Make me look sexy but innocent at the same time. Grabbing my black Chanel purse I tuck a knife in the too, the more the merrier. I grab my box of cigarettes and a lighter throwing them in there too, before taking my keys of their hook in the foyer and walk towards my cars.
Deciding on my skyline gtr34. I hop in and put my bag on the passenger seat. Taking off my heels I put on my combat boots from the backseat and start the engine. Connecting my phone up to the vehicle I press play. Trust Issues by Drake blaring through the speakers. Starting the engine I drive out of the gates and head to the casino. Ready to kill the son of a bitch.
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Nicolas:
I was given specific orders by my father to keep an eye on the bastard but I've already fucking lost him. The man slithers around like a snake. A very annoying, abusive snake might I add.
The casino is packed. They're more people than usual which is almost concerning. Does anyone know someone is about to die? If so I hope they came prepared.
Stalking towards the bar I order a whiskey neat. And hold the glass in my hand whilst I scan the crowd for Michael Preston. He's got a high price on his name, he's worth £600,000 to whoever kills him. And that's going to be me.
Looking past the casino tables and money hungry population of both genders. I stop when my eyes are met with a sight to behold. She's here. Dressed in a stunning red dress that hugs her body like it was made for her. Her breasts are on full display, practically spilling out of the dress she's wearing. Her lips are red and catch my eye immediately, her eyes are dark, and fearless. She has the slightest tint to her cheeks. And her hair is curled, ending just below her breasts. She has a purse in hand and is standing at the entrance scanning the crowd just as I was before.
