Page 28 of Koroleva

"Boss?"

"I want her dead."

"Who?"

"My husband's whore."

"I don't understand."

"There was a redhead at the wedding, she's staying at the hotel. Her name is Irene. R is on his way there now, I want you to kill her," I heard him clear his throat. "What?!" I exclaimed, digging my nails into the palms of my hand, furious at Romeo's snub. I could almost taste that woman's triumph seeing him appear, knowing I was here, alone.

"No offense, boss, but that woman hasn't done anything..."

"Except fuck my husband!" I shouted.

"If your husband just left the house, it's not a fact yet. Think it over. Killing that woman would lead the police to investigate. They'd know she's Capulet's mistress and it could lead them to you. As far as I know, we don't want to be on the police's radar. We don't need unnecessary deaths, we're already full thanks to the medication."

I exhaled sharply. He was right, killing the redhead like that wasn't a smart move.

"Fine, but as soon as my husband sets foot in that hotel, follow them. I'll call you later for his location."

"At your command."

I went up to the bedroom, not even noticing the details of the furniture. There would be time to take it all in later. I took a quick shower and opened my suitcase. If Romeo thought I was going to stay locked up while he screwed that slut, he had no idea who he had married. Maybe he needed a demonstration.

I chose an outfit fitting for the occasion. Leather pants with two triangular openings, running from the low waist to mid-thigh and held together by black laces that allowed me to show I wasn't wearing any underwear. To cover my breasts, I opted for a very cheeky top. The center part was separated by three golden chains. A fourth went around the back of my neck to keep it from falling.

I slicked my hair back and put on some high boots. I walked down to the garage and glanced over my dear husband's private collection. I noticed the Bentley driver had left the car keys in a small cabinet hanging by the door. I went over and smiled as I opened it. All the keys were there, ready for Cinderella to choose her carriage for the night-screw the fairy godmother, I didn't need one.

One of the motorcycles caught my eye. The body was electric blue, with rose gold details and... Ooh, were those diamonds? What would my dear husband think if I took it out for a spin?

I took a picture and looked it up on Google. Harley-Davidson Buchered Blue Edition, 1.5 million euros. I whistled, a carriage befitting its queen.

"Sold!" I exclaimed, grabbing the keys. To the left, posted on a wall, was a display with helmets of various sizes. I chose a full-face black one that fit perfectly.

Each keychain was associated with a garage door opener. I mounted the beauty, made it purr under my thighs, and wasn't surprised to find the tank full.

I doubted any of the vehicles had an empty tank. Romeo seemed like the type of man who liked to have everything ready to use, just like that redhead whore.

Well then, I was going to use that wonder, after all, what was his was now mine too, right?

I called Andrey to demand his position. It only took one sentence to press the button, hit the gas, and let the night swallow me.

13

La Marca

I took Irene to the swinger’s area of La Marca de Caín.

I didn't feel like having sex in the hotel, with both my family and Nikita's around. So, I opted for a place where we could be intimate without interruptions.

We entered one of the rooms that turned me on the most. From there, you could see what was happening outside, in the common area, without being seen. It had very comfortable sofas where you could fuck.

My lover didn't hesitate; she took off her dress the moment she stepped inside.

Outside, people danced either naked or in very little clothing. They flirted, drank at the bar in a festival of ecstatic bodies, eager for sex. It was pure pleasure.

Most were expectant, waiting for the show that would take place on the central platform, which was higher than the rest of the room. It was called "La Torre."

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