DANTE
The mission went smoother than I expected. The intel Vee provided was razor-sharp—addresses, CCTV feeds, VIP buyer lists, even relocation points. Because of that, thirty girls were now on their way to one of my safehouses, where my men would start tracking down their families.
Right now, though, I had two men from the busted site kneeling in front of me—acting like fools, smirking as if they weren't seconds away from dying.
I'd had enough.
BANG.
One in the knee. The scream tore through the room.
"You're too loud," I said calmly, sliding my gun into my waistband before dropping into a chair across from them. "Tell me who's running this operation. I know you two small fries aren't the masterminds. You gonna start talking, or do I make you talk?"
I unsheathed my knife, running my thumb along its sharp edge.
"You don't scare us," the one still untouched sneered.
"What if I do this?" I asked, and in one smooth motion, my knife buried itself in his right eye. His scream was delicious.
"Scared now?" I taunted.
Silence.
"You can tell me," I said, leaning forward, "and maybe—maybe—I'll let you walk out alive."
They exchanged a look, both pained, both bleeding. Finally, the first one spoke, his voice shaking.
"We… we don't know exactly. Orders come from someone we call 'Skype.' We're told to grab the girls, keep them a few weeks, then ship them out."
"And Skype is…?"
The one-eyed man groaned. "Met him once. He recruited us. Since then, only texts whenever there's a job. But… we're sure he's not the one running the whole thing."
I nodded. They sounded more reasonable than they should, but it didn't matter—they'd taken part. That meant death.
"How do I get in touch with Skype?"
The uninjured one—well, less injured—spoke. "Every two days, he texts new pickup locations. Next message is in… two days."
"That all?"
They nodded.
"Good," I said. Then I put a bullet through the one-eyed man's chest. He dropped instantly.
I advanced on the last one. He crawled backward, fear finally flashing in his eyes.
"You promised you wouldn't kill us if we talked!" he spat. "And you'll never get Skype without me. My phone's locked, and he probably knows we were raided. You won't—"
I yawned. "Idiot."
My knife punched into his throat. He choked, sputtering blood.
"You won't get away with this," he gurgled before the useless cunt goes still.
I rolled my shoulders, wiped the blood from my face with a handkerchief, and stepped out. My men had already swept every corner of the building. They handed me both dead men's phones, which I sealed in a plastic bag. We hop on our bike and left the bodies ans building as a warning to whoever orchestrated this.
we arrived home and i can say everything went well thanks to vee for the info they provided us with and as celebration on the success of our operation I decided to go to my little storm . I swapped into clean clothes, looking as dangerous as I felt, and rode my bike to her house. The route was burned into my memory by now.
I parked a few house to her ,I hopped off my bike removed my helmet but my mask was in place so I'm not recognised I arrived at her door
Security jammer in place, I unlocked her door.
What I saw made my blood boil.
Two men—both on my kill list—in one place. Alex on the sofa-bed with some girl, and Dan on the floor with my Raven in his arms. His hand wrapped around her waist and I plan on cutting the hand gir touching her, her head resting on his chest .
They all reeked of beer.
I kicked Dan hard enough to make him grunt. Too wasted to fight back. I scooped Raven up bridal-style and carried her upstairs.
She snuggled against me halfway up, and I froze. My heartbeat stuttered.i took a minute to admire her, She looked so damn peaceful—nothing like the fire-spitting dragon I'd first met.
I laid her on her bed, tucking her in, about to explore the room cause last time I didn't do much of anything except sleep… when I felt it.
A tug on my shirt.
My little storm tugged again, probably inviting me to stay.
"Fuck it," I muttered the thought of exploring flying out the window the moment she tugged the second time.
I slid into the bed beside her, pulling her close. Lavender and citrus filled my lungs. She fit against me like she'd been made for it. My gaze dropped to her pink, full lips, and my mind wandered to all the sinful things they could do.
I imagined her on her knees, lips wrapped around my cock,teary eyes as she choke on my cock—
"Fuck…" I forced the thought away, but my body wasn't listening. I was already hard, straining against my zipper painfully.
She had no idea what she was doing to me.
And I was a man who took opportunities.
I dipped my head and captured her mouth in a slow, fierce kiss. She tasted like sin itself. I groaned, breaking away before I forgot myself entirely and do what will make her hate me.
I needed to leave.
I am loosing control anytime I'm with her.
But somewhere between that decision and moving, my eyes closed.
Darkness swallowed 🖤