HIS ASSASIN

Twenty eight

ALEXIA-

My face was dripping with wetness as he continued.

He went harder and harder, the tip of his dick reaching far beyond the back of my throat, I'd be my g if I said it didn't hurt a little and I'd be lying even more if I said I didn't love every part of it.

"Alexia, baby- ahh-" He pulled his head back and gave his last thrusts as he came deep into my throat. I swallowed every last drop as it rushed down my throat and loved every part of it.

ALEXIA-

I hated parties. Especially kid's parties. It was just adults having tipsy fun under the guise of doing it for the kids. There was a whole section for the adults and while everything was luxurious in its own right, it was clear some time and effort was put into the entertainment for us. I didn't even see why adults had to be here.

Sure, we could have a few to supervise but if we really wanted to do this we could have a whole other party.

I didn't know for the rest of them but I had work to do, and standing around at a party was not something that I wanted to do today, especially after the series of events that happened yesterday.

What the fuck. Removing me from my mind palace, I felt a splash of cold liquid on my back as I stumbled forward. "Oh, sorry I tripped." I recognised the nasally voice of Eliza from behind me, we both knew that was not an accident. "Still salty about the other day I see?"

Giving her best trad wife smile she said to me "Oh no, never. There's no hard feelings between us." The bitch knew that she didn't mean any word that came out through her teeth. I saw Markus from the corner of the garden peering over at us, his son was trying to get his attention but he was fixated on us.

He looked concerned as he stared, I wasn't going to harm her in front of everyone but she would definitely face the consequences of her irrationality.

I gave her one last look before I started to walk Inside, "Omg, your Louis Vuitton top I all ruined, it looked so beautiful." A high pitched voice rang out from the side of me, a small blonde woman looked up at me. Devastated by the stain on my clothes. "Thank you, but it's all fine I'll just change."

"Oh, yeah your Damian's wife aren't you? You can just go upstairs and change outfits silly me." She giggled to herself like that was the funniest thing on earth, I gave her a little sympathy smile back. "Must be nice, coming from nothing and then having it all. I'm surprised he went for someone with no status he always had a thing for wealthy women, I mean I would know. Not that there's anything between us, that was a longgg time ago." She looked into the air like she was reimagining the best hears of her life. "Awh, don't think about it too much, if you keep reminiscing on your greatest moments how will you create new ones, honey?" I looked down at her empty ring finger, "I'm sure you'll find your husband one day." She looked back at me, containing a scowl that almost penetrated her layers of unicorns and sunshine. "It's hard when it was so great you know, good times stick."

I gave my sweetest voice as I spoke to her, "Oh, I'm sorry, was it not that good for him or something? He doesn't seem to have these ....attachments to your memories. You know, when I was having a hard time forgetting my ex, I used to just think about him and his new girlfriend together. It stung but it did the job." And that was it, the grimace she tried to hide behind her facade fell, and now she was looking at me like I was her worst enemy.

"What's the ugly face for? Hm, had a bad day, or something? Don't worry your pretty little head too much, try to enjoy the day. Anyways, I have a shirt to change so goodbye." I patted her shoulders as I walked away from her. Leaving her standing in the very position she came in.

The silly little bitch, I'd be lying If I said I wasn't jealous. But fuck it so what, why were Damian's little playthings in my house...and talking to me? This had to be a fever dream.

I tried to brush off the topic, not wanting to focus too much on the bimbo.

I walked into my closet to look for something else to wear, but that was when I saw him. "Hey sister." My heart raced when I saw him, because it wasn't the decoy we had made to 'lie' to Damian it was him...my brother. "What are you doing here?" My heart raced and my anxiety skyrocketed as time went on.

Something wasn't right and I needed to know what it was.

"Nothing just checking in on you of course, how's the husband doing?"

"Good." He wasn't his usual 'friendly' self. An essence of ridicule was rampant in his voice and u wanted to know why.

"Is everything okay?" He just looked at me as he edged closer.

"Oh, I'm perfectly fine Alexia. Maybe we should be asking you that, is everything okay with you?"

"Yes, I'm fine-"

"As fine as one can be with an abusive evil husband right?" I stayed silent, I didn't know what games he was playing. All I could do was wait and find out.

"you know, I thought maybe, you just killed for him because he knew that you could, he's 'allies' with the Russians so that would make sense right? I brushed that off. But then I thought why would she lie about him having the accounts when he doesn't, why would someone who needed to run so badly leave their life in someone else's hands so easily, it just wasn't making sense Alexia. Can you make it make sense?"

I didn't have an answer for him. I thought back to what I could have done for him to know what he knew but then It dawned on me.

The fucking phone.

"I didn't think so, but it's fine Alexia, because this place is going to come crashing down and you're going to burn with it." He turned and climbed through the very window he came in through.

What the fuck.

How was I going to explain to Damian that I bugged his phone.

The fucker probably even got the location and where the security was from hearing what he heard. Fuck me.

I was in great danger.

BOOM*

Loud crashes echoed from every corner of the house, walls shattered and crumbled over me, some of the decay taking away a chunk of my arm as it fell on me.

BOOM*

More loud bursts plastered through the walls, my feet shook under the unstable ground, and I knew I needed to get the fuck out of there.

I ran the same way I came from...but it was no use. His men had already entered the building and their guns were pointed directly at me.

Fuck me.

They all smiled at me while I awaited my fate. From where I was I could hear the screams echoing from the garden. And this was all because of me.

I froze as I felt the metal enter my system, I looked down towards the source of the cold object only to see the machete impaled into my stomach. "Bye sister." Those were the last words I heard before everything went dark.