There was no time for mistakes in an assassin's world. They immediately removed the body, and life went on as usual for the public.
The five hundred thousand dollars was already sitting in my account. I will give Yara her cut, and we will begin working on the next assignment. I was grateful for the distraction from thinking about my pet.
It had only been a few hours since I released her, and thoughts of her began trickling through my head as I calmed down from the adrenaline rush that came with the hit.
Some of the pent-up violence dissipated from the thrill of the kill, but not enough to satisfy my bloodlust. I promised myself I would not check up on her tonight, even though it was eating me up inside to know if she was with another one of her loser fucktards.
Would she be looking for someone so soon after gaining her freedom? I mean, the girl loves sex, and I turned her into a pain slut, but none of those guys are me. I promised to stay out of her life, but I can't keep my nose out of her business one hundred percent of the time.
I decided to give her fifty percent privacy; the other fifty percent would belong to me. That is a fair deal. I haven't told my brothers about releasing her yet.
Yara isn't aware, either. I will let them in on the secret tomorrow, but for tonight, I have a special treat for Johnny. Jacob texted me to let me know the kid was restrained in my bedroom, as instructed.
As promised, I would not murder the maggot, but I am going to teach him a hell of a lesson. I will decide what to do with him once the evening is over.
I pulled into my driveway and shut the engine off. I was wearing all black. I removed the gloves from my hands and threw them in the trash can at the kitchenentrance. I'll take a shower, and then I will meet with the little ass wipe. Jacob can keep him company for a while longer. I know how much he loves tormenting our victims.
Atlas
I met Jacob in my room after cleansing myself of my latest kill. Kitten's room was off limits. I didn't want to think about her right now. Jacob was sitting in a chair, looking through a magazine, while the boy struggled against the chain. He was bound, gagged, and naked, as ordered.
You could tell this was something we were used to. A nude man chained up while Jacob read a magazine would shock most people, but we have disassociated ourselves from such things for so long that it was normal.
Jacob's eyes twinkled under the soft light in the room. He loved this shit. "Hey, you're back. Here is the present you requested, primed and ready to go."
I nodded, moving to stand in front of the kid. He was mumbling under the ball gag, and I couldn't make out one damn word he was trying to say.
I had on a pair of shorts, no shirt, and a pair of disposable flip-flops. I didn't want to get blood on my clothes. I partially covered my face, and so did Jacob. When I stood before him, the kids' eyes practically bulged out of his head.
I have quite an intimidating presence; I know. It's hard to believe I was the one lying naked and bound earlier at the mercy of a five-foot-six woman.
Now Johnny was atmymercy, and unlike my pet, I had no compassion for anyone.
I pulled the gag from his mouth while Jacob sat in his chair, chuckling behind his mask.
"The boy is quaking with fright. What on earth did he do to piss you the fuck off, A?"
Even though I lived under a false identity, we always used the first letter of our names to keep things simple.
Jacob was another story. His identity wasn't fake. I didn't need the kid running around screaming mine or his name if I decided to set him free.
This poor excuse of a man gave me a murderous look when I ripped the gag from between his teeth.
"Who the fuck are you? Why am I here in this torture chamber?" I scanned his naked body from head to toe, taking in the pathetic specimen before me.
I wanted to know what the fuck my pet was thinking when she let this slime bucket pump his little dick into her.
He was skinny, with hardly any muscle mass. His fucking cock was tiny. The thing, when erect, was about five inches if that. His hair was blonde and looked greasy, and he had terrible skin. I shook my head.
There is no comparison between him and I. If she were here with me right now, I'd redden her ass for not raising the bar much, much higher. I looked him in the face, my eyes narrowing into slits through my mask.
I wanted to kill this motherfucker knowing he fucked my pet. He wasn't worthy of her pussy.
My voice was deep and threatening.
"You're here for trying to rape Kitlyn about a month ago."
The kids' eyes widened in surprise.
