Page 57 of The Don

Giselle is silent beside me as she leads me to a room and opens the door.

“He likes the girls to shower first. He will join you.”

It almost amuses to think he is playing perfectly into my hands because this is something I’ve trained exceptionally well for.

Giselle opens the door to the huge bathroom and, rather than leave, sits on a padded bench.

“Strip my darling. Let me look at you.”

This is something I’ve never experienced, and my fingers shake as I remove my coat, allowing it to fall to the floor, revealing I am wearing nothing underneath.

Giselle’s eyes darken with lust, and I wonder if I’m prepared for this as she moves and heading across, runs her hands across my body and leaning in, rests her lips against my mouth.

“Have you ever been with a woman, my darling?”

“No, ma’am.” My voice shakes because this is not going well and she presses in closer and says huskily, “If we had more time, I would rectify that. Maybe you can visit me when the dust settles, and I’ll show you how amazing it can be.”

She says huskily, “I would give you a small taste, but I don’t want to ruin the packaging. Once you’ve experienced what I can do, you will be converted.”

My heart is racing as she steps back and says, almost as an aside, “Step into the shower. He’s on his way.”

As she turns, she says over her shoulder, “Good luck, my darling. I’m counting on you to do your job well.”

As she leaves, I breathe a huge sigh of relief because that was close. However, I don’t have time to dwell on it and head to the shower, kicking my shoes to the side but close enough to seize if I need them. As I turn on the jets, the warm water wastes no time in filling the room with steam and as I soap my body, I empty my mind of emotion.

* * *

I don’t waitfor long before I’m aware I’m no longer alone.

A shadow falls against the shower screen and I hear a lustful, “What have we here?”

It’s as if I’ve been stung millions of times and my body screams in protest as he wraps his arm around me and clutches my breasts in both hands, his huge cock pressing into my back as he twists my nipples, causing me to cry out in pain.

“I’m going to fuck you, before I beat the crap out of you.”

A sharp blow lands on my ass, causing me to stumble as he pushes me roughly against the tiled wall and hisses, “Get on your knees and suck my cock, you filthy whore.”

He pushes down on my head, so I am forced to my knees and then pushes his disgusting cock against my face. I feel the bile rising fast as I struggle to get a grip because there is no fucking way in hell that cock is going anywhere inside me and that includes my mouth.

His low growl, “What are you waiting for, bitch?” Tells me I need to act and so with one practiced move, I swipe his feet to the side, the slippery surface the perfect tool of my trade. As he stumbles, I love his satisfying grunt of pain as his face hits the tiled wall and enjoy the red river of blood that tells me it busted his nose, just like the previous guy who died in much the same way.

“Fuck!” He roars as I waste no time and spring to my feet, wrapping my hands around his neck from behind in a hold that has served me well over the years and before he can even react, I hiss, “This is for murdering Brad and Penny Morgan you fucking bastard. Now go to hell.”

With one snap, I break his neck and then drop him to the floor, to gaze upon a man whose life is fading fast.

He stares at me in disbelief as his body jerks and I spit in his face and snarl, “Pathetic.”

Crouching beside him, I whisper, “It turns out your life was worth two thousand dollars in the end. I hope it was worth it.”

I doubt he even heard me because his eyes are still and his body lifeless and as the water cries a river, I step over it and grasping my coat, pull it around my drenched body. I know I must leave the scene with no evidence to alert the cops that this was anything but a tragic accident when he slipped in the shower and broke his neck when he fell. Not that I expect any repercussions. Mafia has its own process and justice will be considered served.

My final look at the man I dedicated my life to revenge is the sweetest one because I am flanked on either side by the ghosts of my parents who can now rest in peace, knowing their deaths were avenged.

I no longer have a reason to pursue this way of life because a much more attractive one is waiting for me now. When I step outside this room, I leave my business behind me because now it’s concluded, I am free for the first time in many years.

Giselle is not there to greet me, just an eerie silence, and as I retrace my steps, I step into the sunshine, struggling to hold my shit together.

It’s over.

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