Oh-kay, maybe they are into BDSM or some shit, I think to myself.
I sit back down, not really sure if I want to continue observing the couple and feeling turned off for the first time in my life from watching two people getting it on.
Maybe I'm just spoiled with watching Adeline's perfect body over the past few months. The other day in the library when I caught her and Lucien screwing was hot as fuck, and I still jack off to the memory of it almost every night.
Just thinking about it gets my dick hard again. It presses up against the zipper of my jeans painfully as I stroke my length through the denim.
My eyes drift back to the couple that I only sorta want to watch now. Grandpa looks like he's getting close. His face is beet red and he's covered in sweat as he shoves his small dick into the woman, who looks bored and on the verge of tears.
I feel bad for the girl. Surely she deserves better than this guy…if this even is her acquaintance or boyfriend. Maybe she actuallyisa call girl. Doesn't she get to at least pick her clients beforehand?
Sighing at my deflating boner and knowing that I'm not going to get off to this shit tonight, I stand up and push my chair in. That's when I hear the guy grunting and groaning. He pulled out of the girl and is jacking his small dick off in his hand. He spurts all over a nearby chair and the carpet.
Goddamn it, Lucien was right. Hotel roomsarefucking nasty!
Frowning in disgust, I grab my cell phone from the small table, ready to call it a night. That's when I hear the man loudly ask, "What are you doing?"
Fuck.
Thinking I've been caught watching and ready to explain that I was just grabbing my phone that I left out here earlier, I look up and realize he's not talking to me.
He's talking to the blonde seductress standing a few feet away from him…and holding a small pistol in her hands. The barrel of the gun is pointed at his chest as she backs him against the wall inside the hotel room.
Since the door and curtains are open, I see everything. And I meaneverything.
The blonde is still naked as she takes a step forward. She starts talking in a language I don't understand. Russian I think since it reminds me of the words Wraith, Lucien's most trusted and loyal bodyguard, is always muttering back at the island we reside on.
The more the girl speaks, the more upset she gets. The man puts his hands up in a placating gesture, trying to calm her down, but it doesn't help.
Is she a hooker robbing a john…or what the fuck is going on here?I think to myself.
I don't have enough information to know what's happening across the street, but I know it's going to get bad. Real bad.
They argue for a few more minutes before the man's face morphs into anger, and he takes a few menacing steps towards her, shouting.
And that's when it happens.
Three shots in succession.
Pop, pop, pop.
Two in the chest and one in the face. The old man stumbles backwards and collapses against the wall. I hear his last breaths as blood gurgles in his throat.
He's dead. He's fucking dead. Just like that.
And when I look towards the girl…I see that she's got a smile on her face.
CHAPTER 3
KATYA
I DID IT.
I actually fucking did it.
My ears are still ringing from the three shots that echoed in the hotel room, and my hand is cramped to the point of pain from holding the small gun so tightly in my slender hands.
I did it, I tell myself in my head over and over again. An insane bubble of laughter threatens to escape my throat, but I force it down. I need to keep my cool right now as much as possible. The next steps are important, and it's critical that I don't fuck up.
