Page 13 of Trapping His Assassin

I left Don Ricci’s compound twenty-four hours before Roman’s flight was supposed to land. I didn’t think he would be on the flight that Don Ricci had booked. That was why I was early.

Don Ricci got me into the small home adjacent to Roman’s, but I didn’t know the name of it. I walked inside and unpacked, making sure to wear gloves so I didn’t leave any fingerprints. I set up my sniper rifle, in case I could take my shot while he was asleep. Never be too careful. I made sure it was aimed at his bedroom, as they were across a small courtyard from each other.

The shrill ring of my phone startled me, and I fumbled to pick it up. The caller ID showed Mateo, Don Ricci’s formidable second-in-command. My heart fluttered with unease as I answered the call.

“Did you get there with no issues?” As soon as I answered, he started speaking without preamble.

“Yes, I’m at my location now, preparing.” I tried to keep the bite out of my tone. He was interrupting my routine.

“Remember to call the cleaners when you finish.”

“I am not a newbie,” I snarled, offended at the implication.

“Right, but most assassins aren’t women. I wanted to make sure it goes off without a hitch.”

“I will do my job. I know my mission. We will speak again when the deed is done.”

“I’ll send a car.”

I hung up on Mateo before he could say anything else. Misogynistic assholes. They assumed that because I was awoman, I couldn’t assassinate the Petrov heir. That was what Roman stood for. He was the heir, until Viktor’s heir apparent came of age in three years.

I couldn’t say for certain if they had abandoned their hedonistic traditions, but I did know that their chaotic structure paled in comparison to the efficient Italian syndicate. My allegiance was not to the Italians, but rather to their organized and powerful network, unlike the primitive Brotherhood I used to belong to.

I looked down at my watch, and blew out a breath. I wanted this to be over with. Maybe I could intercept him, instead of waiting for him in this villa. I looked down at my outfit, but it was too shabby. I needed to change before I headed out in search of my prey.

I ran a bath and sank into the water as soon as it was ready. My body relaxed as I allowed my mind to float. The memory of his picture taunted me. It was his haunting green eyes. Different from the ice-cold blue of the Petrov brothers, they spoke to my soul. I couldn’t get his gaze out of my mind.

I slowly rose from the bath and toweled off, leaving my curly hair in its Pineapple style for protection. I would style it after I got dressed. I padded into the bedroom and snatched his photo off the bed. I was going to put it on the nightstand with my gun, next to the king size bed, so his intent gaze couldn’t follow me. That was my intention at least. Never had I imagined that I would lie back on the bed, picture in hand, and close my eyes.

This wasn’t right. But I couldn’t stop. My free hand traveled down the length of my neck, tweaking my breast with my fingers. Heat spread throughout my body, but I needed more. Placing Roman’s picture on the pillow beside my head, I got up and grabbed my knife.

I twirled it in one hand before lying back down. Awareness shot through my body, as the cold steel kissed my skin. My smilegrew, and I trailed the knife down towards my center. I hadn’t planned on needing a dildo, but my trusted hilt would do in a pinch.

I rubbed my clit and closed my eyes, holding the hilt at my lips.

“Show me how you touch yourself.” Roman’s dark gaze fixed on mine, gleaming with determination.

I let out a soft moan and spread my lips, to show him how wet I was for him.

“Cara mia, you’re so beautiful. Get yourself off without me having to touch you,” he demanded. His husky voice broke my skin out in goosebumps.

My eyes closed as that feeling grew inside me from brushing my clit.

“Eyes on me, you filthy slut.” His face wavered, and I could see his eyes changed. “Can’t wait to fill you up with my cum. You’ll look amazing stuffed full of my seed.”

I shuddered. His eyes gleamed with a perverse delight.

My stomach clenched in anticipation. Fuck, he was so goddam hot.

He smirked. “Oh, you like that, my little dirty cunt? You’ll like it even better when I knock you up, and get you pregnant with my heir.” He pulled his cock out of his slacks, stroking it-

I shook off the fantasy, not feeling quite right. I pulled the knife out of my pussy, and placed it beside me on the comforter. My hand reached my nightstand, searching for something larger. Something that would banish the dark thoughts in my mind.

The weight of my most precious possession sank into my hands. My gun. I bought it when I was younger. I’d chosen it because it would be the weapon that took his life.

I clicked the safety off, and took a deep breath before lowering it once more to my pussy. I closed my eyes, forcingaway the remnants of Headmaster Mikhail. He had no place in this delusion. Because that’s what it was. I wouldn’t fuck Roman. He would be dead before that could even be an option.

Once again his captivating gaze mesmerized me. I slid my gun to my clit, circling it slowly, so my juices would wet it. I took my time, imagining Roman’s hand in control of the weapon.

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