"You think I don't have control over you?" He asks darkly while looking at me like he could rip me to pieces.
I stare at him with fear, "I-"
"Every fucking night, you lay under me, screaming my name at the top of your lungs, making it pretty clear...
"WHY THE HELL WOULD you block my shot?" I push past him and groan at his foolishness. How could he do that knowing what's at stake here?
"You can't shoot her, Sœur. It would fucking ruin you and you know it." He walks towards me and places a hand on my shoulder, rubbing it slowly.
I bury my head in my hands. What am I supposed to do now? It's been my mission since I was a kid to kill her, that's why I was sent to the society.
"I have to kill her.." I whisper vulnerably, my hands shaking with the thought of what he would do to me if I failed my mission.
I lost myself the moment I was born into that family and treated like shit by my biological Father, my siblings had a better life than me and I wasn't allowed that pleasure because I killed my mother by being born.
The only way I could get myself back is if I complete my mission. Kill her.
That mission is now almost impossible because after tonight, Angelo Giordano will never let his guard down and triple his security. Not a single soul will be able to get his hands on his wife.
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TWO WEEKS BEFORE · · ─────── · ·
"Where's my brother? Where am I?" The blindfolded woman with jet-black hair struggles in the chair she's tied to.
To say I struggled flying back to Paris and kidnapping this small girl was a fucking fact. Capo wanted more information about his new obsession— or Navea if you want me to call her by her name.
He's so hellbent on finding out more shit about her that he sent my ass flying back to Paris to kidnap this woman right in front of me. Aleia Abrams.
I will say, women being blindfolded and tied up is a kink that I save exclusively for sex only, so doing this without getting a fucking boner would be like asking me to have sex without a condom— I'd never do that.
The small body struggles and fights the bounds on her wrists, but it's no use, she can't get out of them.
She doesn't know that I'm standing in front of her at the moment because she's blindfolded so I just stand here and watch her. Considering how much she's trying to resist the chains, I'd say she isn't really into BDSM.
I look at the briefcase in the corner of the room. I asked the doctor to give me a handful of sedatives to calm this woman down. The entire plane ride back to New York was fucking hell with her banging on the door every hour. She's an energetic one.
I make noise by walking towards the briefcase and her head snaps towards the direction of the sound, "Who's there?" she breathes out harshly.
"Kink daddy master sixty-nine." A grin leaves my lips as I watch her priceless reaction.
