My Dirty Mind (It's back!!!)

Shifting Power (Futa)

18+! I know, TWO FUTA CHAPTERS IN A ROW?! HAVE I GONE MAD?! I mean, probably, but that's besides the point. My good friend, write_this_time, who you should all go follow, gave me story idea, and I decided to go with it. So please, enjoy my dirty mind...

   I watched the woman walk out of her car, carrying a shopping bag over her shoulder as she climbed the steps to her house. I watched as she unlocked the door and then walked in, pushing it shut behind her. I gulped, shaking my head to clear the fogginess. I had to do this. She needed to be taken out.
   My father was Don Treval, one of the biggest mob bosses in the city. She was Anna Shrike, the biggest threat to his position of power. And he wanted her dead. Personally, I wanted nothing to do with this business. I was adopted, which meant I didn't have some blood loyalty to him. He'd never bothered to take the time to raise me. He hadn't even changed my last name to match his. But he couldn't have kids of his own, so that's where I came in. I was going to be his successor. Which meant I had to prove myself.
   "You need to be able to do your own dirty work. I've got a pretty simple target for you. Not even you could mess this one up."
   I shuddered every time I thought about his words. I wasn't a killer, and he knew it. But he was losing his grip on his territory because of her, and the other members of his group had started questioning whether or not he was fit to lead them anymore. By having his son take her out, he'd regain his power in hours. He claimed.
   I hesitantly climbed out of the car, making sure the small gun was hidden in my coat pocket. I wasn't sure what kind it was. Some kind of revolver. "A man's weapon." I didn't care. I just wanted to get this over with. I looked both ways and then I crossed the street, slipping silently under the window. I couldn't see anyone around, but it never hurts to be safe. I peeked over the windowsill cautiously. No one there. I quietly pried open the window and then slipped inside. This was my area of expertise. Sneaking, getting in and out without making a sound. But I didn't want to do this.
   I peeked around the door frame and saw her, her back to me as she sat down at a desk with a heavy sigh. I hesitantly stepped forward, creeping soundlessly towards the desk. I drew the gun and double checked everything as quickly as I could. Safety off, dangerous end away. Simple enough. Just point and pull. I made it into the room and stood a few feet behind her. Her brown hair fell in waves down her shoulders, and I knew from pictures that her eyes were one of the deepest blues I'd ever seen. She was beautiful.
   I pointed the gun at the back of her head. Point and pull. Just do it. Do it and be done with it. I stared at her, trying to keep my hand steady. I could do this. I could do this. I can't do this. I realized in horror that I couldn't move. I wouldn't shoot her, but I was petrified by my fear anyways. I had just about started hyperventilating when she spoke up. "If you're gonna kill me, then get on with it."
   I jumped in surprise and fell backwards, dropping the gun as I landed on my ass. She turned around and looked at me with anger, those blue eyes piercing through my soul. She stood slowly and started walking towards me and I scuttled backwards in fear. "Dustian Parker, adopted son of Don Treval." I gulped and kept backing up, barely managing to stay the same distance away from her. "I hear you're quite a talented thief." She was grinning at me. It was predatory, angry, and for whatever weird reason, lustful.
   I felt my back bump into a wall and she caught up to me in an instant, caging me beneath her. I felt goosebumps racing up my arms as I tried to find an escape, but she grabbed my wrists, pinning them to the wall. She held them both in one hand and then gripped my chin with the other, turning me to face her. "Care to explain what you're doing here?"
   I gulped and struggled to pull my hands free from her grip. It was useless. I'd have an easier time moving a bull. "L-let go of m-agh!" I cried out in pain as her knee slammed into my chest. Jeez, that's just uncalled for.
   "One more time. Why are you here?" Her voice was dark and dangerously low. But she was still grinning. Having fun as she scared the hell out of me.
   I opened my mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Amazing what fear does to a person. After a few seconds of struggling, i managed to find my voice. "M-my father sent me."
   She nodded like that made sense and picked up the gun I'd dropped. I squirmed fearfully as she examined it with a smirk. "Are you gonna cooperate, or should I just make this easier on myself?" I felt like she wasn't talking to me.
   She considered it for a second and then shrugged. "Easier it is." I saw her hand move and then I felt the butt of the gun slam into my head. I was out before she'd finished the swing.