*J* (the continuation)

Part Thirty-Six: Chapter 278: The Alpha Uncle

Ace's breaths are short and fast as he gives his hips one last thrust. His orgasm spills over as he looks down at the Irish Mafia princess below him. She writhes around his pulsating cock and arches her back with need. She was right there at the edge, that much was all too obvious to him. But Ace doesn't give two shits about pleasing her sexually. This bitch was the enemy. And she had been slated for death from the moment her identity was revealed.

"Oi! Just a wee bit more! I'm right there cowboy!" She half moans and half shouts.

Ace pulls out and situates his weight on his knees between her quivering thighs. "Forgive me. I was rather wound up from all that teasing in the limo," he stares down at her shadowed form. His hand reaches over and feels for a pillow. He pulls it over to him and raises it to his chest. "I don't think you're going to be busting that nut sweetheart."

"Wh-," she starts to speak but before her words got out Ace pressed the pillow down over her face. He uses his body's weight to pin her down as he leaned in to keep the pillow tight across her face. She flays around with all of her strength, but it wasn't enough to get Ace off her. She tries to turn her head from side to side in the prayers of managing one gasp of air. But Ace's grip on the pillow was too tight. Her arms thrash around. Her hands hit, push, and claw at Ace. This only pisses him off and makes him dig deep for just a little more force to use in her demise.

It takes eight minutes to sufficiently suffocate someone. That is if you can keep them from sucking in just a puff of air here and there. It's a tiresome endeavor and is usually fueled by a deep hatred of some sort for the victim. Ace doesn't necessarily hate her, but he knows she can't live. Jester had given him the order to kill her. Ace had planned to shoot her between the eyes, but he wasn't exactly sure where he had discarded his gun in the heat of the moment. It would have been difficult to aim in the dark anyhow. So on a spur of the moment, he decided to end her life this way. It was quiet, so no neighbors would hear a bullet piercing the silence of night.

Slowly, her movements become less and less. They become clumsy and intermittent with delays. Kind of like a snake continues to recoil after you've chopped off its head. When suffocating the body dies before the brain, thereby creating these last reflexive movements. But the brain dies after eight minutes without oxygen. It begins dying almost immediately. If oxygen is restored soon after, the brain can repair itself. But eight full minutes is normally more than it can bounce back from.

After her body stops moving, Ace holds the pillow down another minute or so, just to be sure. Finally he rolls his weight off her, but leaves the pillow lying across her face. He searches for a light switch along the wall. When he locates it he turns it on so he can find his scattered clothes. He steps into his pants and pulls on his shirt. He halfway buttons it and puts on his shoulder harness and jacket.

"Hey boss," he says touching the tiny ear piece in his ear canal.

"Well it's certainly about damn time," he can hear Jester saying in his ear, "I was about to send reinforcements your way."

"No need sir. It's done. The O'Neary's sister is no longer with us. But she did give me a pretty good parting gift," Ace smirks as he reaches down to shift his dick into a more comfortable position.

"Where's the baby?" Jester asks.

"I'm leaving the master bedroom now sir." Ace puts his hand out to use the wall as a guide in the dark. Finally he comes to a cracked door. In the moonlight he can make out an ornamental letter 'L' about eight inches in length. It looked like something that would be on the door of a nursery. He reaches out and gently pushes the door open wider. He feels for a light switch. When the room lights up he can see the room painted with rainbows and fluffy clouds. And on the opposite side of the room he can see a white crib.