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My hand stinged as it slapped across the man’s face, his features bruised up in a beautiful purple shade, his nose gushing blood like a waterfall, his hands and legs tied to the chair and losing circulation. They say pictures last longer, but I had a perfect memory of each detail my eyes laid on and I admired it. My right-hand man passed me the pistol and I aimed to the broken man on the chair.
“< I gave you one job...One job and you managed to fuck it up!” I spat at him in my mother tongue.
“< I-I... did what you asked! How was I supposed to know his stupid kid saw me!>” He pleaded.
“<You got sloppy, and I HATE messes, especially ones made by underdogs.>” I cocked the pistol and aimed it at him.
“<Please... I can get rid of the brat who ratted me out! I can make this right, Madam! Please!>”
“<That’s exactly what I'm doing.>” And with that, I headshot the bastard and watched his restrained body fall to the floor with the chair.
“<Get rid of the body. I will be in my office preparing for a meeting.>” I said to my assistant as I walked out of the room and headed to the elevator.
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Upon arrival at my destination, I saw Leonid admiring the night sky from my balcony. He did not notice I walked in up I closed the door shut. He snapped his eyes in my direction and walked up to me.
“My Lady, I'm so happy to see you again.” he said as he bowed.
“<Why are you speaking to me in filthy English?>” My hissing tone startled him as he started to stutter.
“<F-forgive me, My Lady, I-I have been hiding myself...in America for the past few months.>”
“<I can tell. You wrecked of American cigarettes and alcohol. Get up and state why you are here now.>” I sternly said to him as I lit up my cigar and inhaled.
“<…My brother, Viktor, was murdered last week.>”
“<I’ve heard but that does not answer my question.>”
“<The U.S. military found out our trading ports...in Naples, Italy.>” After he finished that sentence, I stomped towards him and put my lit cigar near his right eye.
“< Do you have any idea what this could mean for us?! My wolves have been dropping like flies in the last TWO MONTHS and you come in here to give me more BAD NEWS!?>” My blood pressure and heartbeat were rising as I angrily yelled at Leonid. I let go of him and took a step back to calm down.
“<It is most likely that your brother opened his mouth about your warehouse in Paris before they killed him.>” Aggressively exhaling my smoke, I walked to my balcony.
“<...Yes, but they managed to grab camera footage of who was last seen with him that night; a black girl, around (your height), has (your hair color/length). However, she was wearing a black mask, no one saw her face.>” My mind froze for a moment when he mentioned the girl and black mask.
Could it be...
“<My Lady...>” Leonid interrupted my thoughts, “<Please.... let me handle the black bitch who killed my brother.>” His voice started to crack, how pathetic...
“<That won’t be necessary.>” I informed him.
“<Why not, My Lady? I can deal with her and serve her head to you on a silver platter... She could the ones taking down our wolves?!” He shouted as his drunk tears fell on my freshly polished floor.
“<OUR Wolves?! I built this family from nothing, and you DARE insist you are my equivalent?! Your brother was weak, a child and could never last a day of being a Skinned Wolf. He stupidly planned his Birthday party in the same city as my trading ports. I say the assassin who killed him did us a FUCKING FAVOR!>”
My breathing was rigid as I darted furious eyes at my worker, Leonid. He wiped his tears and paced around my office as I continued to speak.
“<I’ll send a few Wolves undercover to Paris; they will guard your secret warehouse and will take down whoever plans to breach it. For now, you stand down, until I say so.>”
After that, Leonid stomped out of my office without a word leaving me to attend to my needs. I stepped to my balcony, feeling the cool breeze touch my skin. Putting out the cigar in the ashtray, I looked at the skyscrapers of the city glistening as I was in my own thoughts.
Even if our ports have been found, I have enough of the parts for my science crew to work with. One day, this will all be mine and the neighboring countries will have no choice but to comply with my standards. Soon all will chant my name,
Wolf Spider...
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A Queen fit for a King - (König X Black Reader)
AçãoYou're a 23 year old assassin who has a lot on their plate, but all you're focused on is seeking revenge on the gang who murdered your family. Luckily, you managed to steal important data from the bastards, which raises Captain Price's concern. Havi...
