Page 14 of Trapping His Assassin

My breath hitched.

I was almost shaking with anticipation, but one wrong move, and I would use too much pressure and set off the hair trigger. My control was unmatched.

I slid the gun slowly inside of me, until my hand touched the outer lips of my pussy. I waited, feeling the fullness of it. The danger.

“Come for me,cara mia.”

In a shocking turn of events, I thrust twice before my walls tightened on the weapon.

“Fuck me, Roman.” I let go a little more and fucked myself faster.

I sped up a bit, feeling those flutters within.

I reached the brink, and thrust the gun as far as it would go inside of me.

“Yes! Yes! Roman!” I cried as my orgasm washed over me.

My bones relaxed, as I efficiently pulled my gun from inside of me. Thank goodness it didn’t go off. I let out a relieved chuckle, the anticipation from the thrill flowing out of my body, leaving me drained. I still went through the motions of cleaning off the gun. I may be depraved, but I wasn’t a complete psychopath.

I threw on an alarm and lay back on the bed. An hour’s rest, and then I would get up and get ready to take this handsome devil out. I couldn’t afford to lose. I had too much riding on this mission. I would kill Roman Petrov, and then I would be set free.

That was all I needed to focus on. Throwing his picture in the drawer with a huff, I closed my eyes. A little rest. It was all I needed.

As I stoodin front of the full-length mirror, the fire engine red dress hugged every curve of my body. My thick thighs filled out the fabric, but I didn’t mind. The corseted top cinched my waist, giving me an hourglass figure that I couldn’t help but admire.

My curls were pinned out of my face, but I left enough down so they graced my neck. It would draw a man’s gaze straight to the throat, and leave him thinking about biting it, kissing it, or my favorite, choking it.

The art of seduction was easy. Men wanted a fantasy woman, and even though this body had seen months of starvation, it was still curvy. When I was away from The Academy, I utilized my unlimited credit card to eat anything I could get my hands on.

I cocked my hip and grinned at the silhouette. This man was going to be mine. I contemplated whether I could arouse him before he died, so I could have sex with him. Surely, he wouldn’t mind death then. I could fuck him before he took his last breaths, and make it good for him.

I shook these thoughts out of my mind. I wasn’t going to fuck Roman Petrov. He was a target, and I have never mixed business with pleasure. I didn’t have a death wish. If anything, I hated being touched. Like at the school.

Headmaster Mikhail would kill me if I failed, and made him look bad in front of my uncle. Unlike some of the other girls, who couldn’t seem to gain anything in The Academy, I was met with a higher standard. He wouldn’t tolerate failure, and thinking with my clit would no doubt lead me to failure.

I grabbed a small black clutch that matched my Louboutins. After killing Roman, I would head back here and change, wiping everything in the villa that I’d touched, which hasn’t been much. The cleaners would take care of the rest. I didn’t like leaving any fingerprints. It made my skin itchy.

I left the villa and grabbed a golf cart to drive to the bar. Hopefully, I wouldn’t be sitting for long. Boisterous Italian music played, as people laughed and chattered with their dates at the tables. The bar was pretty empty.

As I sat down, the bartender quickly assessed me before walking over with a smirk.

“What can I get you?”

“Club soda with a lime, please.”

He gave me a surprised glance. I was aware of the impression my outfit gave off, but I was focused on my job, and couldn’t afford any distractions. He slid my drink across the table towards me, and I offered him a grateful smile. In my line of work, kindness often leads to valuable information. I was always uncertain about who might have essential information that could save my life. So, I patiently waited for any potential leads.

And waited.

And continued waiting. I drank five club sodas, trying to curb my anxiety, before finally deciding to go to the bathroom, and limit myself to one drink upon my return. Where was he? As people from the bar started to leave, it became clear that this lead had been a dead end. I would have to contact Don Ricci, and find out where I needed to meet Roman to carry out the hit.

This would put a wrench in the Don’s plans.

Unless I eliminated him tonight instead.

Why not? Our villas were right beside each other. I’d brought my sniper rifle in case shit went sideways. I could kill him from my bedroom, and clear out before the sun rose. I threw back the last of my drink, and left the bar with a new plan in mind.

Once I got to my villa, I left all the lights off. I didn’t want him to know someone was next door, and I damn sure didn’t want him to see me. No one ever laid eyes on my face and lived to tell the tale. That was how I remained anonymous, keeping the place safe from killers who would hunt us down. But if the men in different organizations knew that Don Ricci’s niece was slaying them in the comfort of the whore houses they frequented, I’d be dead before sundown.

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