I've seen a lot in my thirty years on this planet. I don't go around just killing people, of course, but if someone pisses me off, I have no problem ending them.
When I resigned from the military, I signed on with the CIA to work for the government privately. I have multiple partners in crime who assist me with the assignments. My right-hand guy is Jacob. He is as violent as I am and is very thorough when it comes to punishing our victims.
Jacob is well known for having destroyed quite a few of these criminals. He uses a unique method on them, and it usually works. The violent ringleaders usually torture and shoot anyone who double-crosses them. These cartels are unforgiving.
My brothers, Zach and Joey, are also part of my team. Zach, whose Russian name is Maxim, is a computer geek. He can track and pinpoint anyone's location. He is also an expert hacker. The man is a genius. Me?
I know nothing about that shit. Joey, known as Lev, is more of a personal assistant to me. He organizes my calendar, chauffeurs me if needed, keepstrack of all my assignments, and plans my whole itinerary.
I pay him well for his services and supply him with an excellent living. He is like the sister I never had. I knew he was gay before he knew he was gay. He finally came out to me when we moved to the States.
He was terrified of telling me. He knows I am a violent man, and he thought I was going to beat the shit out of him if I found out he preferred the company of men instead of women. Who he is isn’t a reflection of me.
I don't give a fuck about anyone else's sexual preferences. I love him just the same. My debauchery is nothing to write home about, so who am I to judge others on their sexual choices? Suck all the cock you want, little brother. I'm not judging. Both siblings are aware of my personality. I am sure they will bombard me with questions regarding the girl when I snatch her.
My other partner, Yara, will throw a few questions my way too. She has a crush on me, but that isn't my problem. It's up to her to keep it professional. I don't owe any of them an explanation regarding my life choices. I'll kidnap and fuck who I want.
What I do on my time is none of their concern. Knowing my temper, they would only push so far. No one can save the pretty dark-haired girl from me. Besides my brothers, only the government knows my real identity. Both my brothers and I changed our names when we came to America.
I made a deal with the CIA when I first joined the Army. All three of us had to be nonexistent to all law enforcement. They wanted me to work for them sobadly they agreed to my terms, and that’s why the police couldn’t find me.
My connections make it easy for me to work incognito and do whatever the fuck I want, which enables me to stalk my obsession right under their noses.
I don't ask questions, and I don't take sides. I will go after the cartels for the government, and I will kill the competitors of the criminals. They can all murder one another for all I care. Once I finish an assignment, I receive my payment through wire to a couple of offshore accounts I opened when I started assassinating people for a living. I am not a nice man who is full of the feels. I train hard, and I fuck hard.
My thoughts went back to Kitten. After our first meeting, I bumped into her again, coming out of a local restaurant. I stopped in to grab a quick bite with Yara when I noticed my green-eyed girl was there. She was sitting with her friend, having dinner and drinks.
I walked by her and smiled, taking in her long dark hair hanging down the middle of her back and those devastating emerald eyes. What a combination against such beautiful fair skin. She is a natural beauty with a fresh, wholesome look, which I like—no fake lashes or heavy makeup.
I've had many willing women in my life, but I grew bored as soon as I screwed them. I need something new, and I believe my pet has what I am looking for.
Yara caught me gazing at the pretty girl and told me to stick my dick in a bucket of ice. She rolled her eyes.
"You want that chick, don't you?"
I told her it was possible, but I wasn't sure yet. If I decided I wanted her, she would be among the first to know.
She laughed at me.
"I know how you are with women. You fuck them and leave them. Go screw her and get it out of your system so we can concentrate on work."
I smiled and changed the subject. I would not get into my sex life with my colleague. I know she likes me, but the feeling is not mutual. We work together, and that's it. You don't shit where you eat. I still wasn't obsessed with Kitten…yet. I recognized my pet from the market, and when I noticed her at the restaurant, I thought.
What are the fucking odds?
I still wasn't following her at this point.
The third time I saw her was at a club where I was tracking one of my victims. He had gone into the establishment the night she was there. I couldn't believe I ran into her again. Something snapped when I saw her flirting and dancing out there with all those bottom feeders.
She was with the same friend from the restaurant. That evening, she dressed like a little slut. She wore a short miniskirt, a tight tank top, and low-wedged sandals. I could not keep my eyes off her.
That’s when I realized I wanted her, and in the worst way. Her skimpy outfit hugged every luscious curve on her hot little body. That tight ass, pert and round, ready to be spanked by my hand.
I am an ass man all the way. I imagined her crawling to me on all fours like a good girl. I thought about training her to satisfy my kinky, filthy needs. I could not shake the thought from my head. Thinking aboutputting her through my reward and punishment program sent me over the top.
My dick was getting hard just thinking about all the nasty things I could do with my little sex toy. She had a nice rack—full and round. I’m guessing she’s about a C cup. She is petite and very curvy. She looked delicious, and I couldn’t wait to taste her. My mind wandered off track, thinking about that sweet little package. I almost lost my target because I gawked at her like an adolescent teenager all night.
I watched her laughing and dancing, having a good time with her friend. She was drinking, and I became a little concerned. All the men were sniffing around the two of them like a bunch of rabid dogs. I felt myself getting pissed off when she danced with the other guys.
