Chapter 12 Maxim #2
She giggles when the man asks if she’s okay, and she waves him off as she takes a sip of her champagne.
“Good work, perfect recovery,” I tell her, but I can’t see her reaction as I’m out of the hotel and making my way over to the other side.
I send a quick text to Sergei to wipe all security footage of me.
He sends a thumbs-up emoji right back. I want to ask him how Grace is, but I’ve been avoiding the topic all week, and he hasn’t given me any updates either.
I’m supposed to stay focused while on a job, it’s the reason I don’t do relationships.
I can’t have distractions while I’m working.
Also, I can’t give my enemies any leverage over me.
Grace is a liability to my life. Maybe it’s for the best that I send her home to her family.
I can deal with Dmitri’s wrath, he’s nothing but a thug who got lucky.
Confidently, I stroll through the hotel lobby and directly into the elevator.
I use my new swipe key to get to my floor and thankfully it’s a solo ride.
I enter the new room and begin to set up.
The hotel window opens just enough that I can put the end of the gun through the slit.
I play with my scope and check the distance, everything looks perfect.
Then I pull out my phone and connect to the camera in her necklace.
“How are you traveling?” I ask the blonde.
“Almost there. Getting into the elevator now.”
Probably three minutes out as she is by herself and looks like she will go straight up to the penthouse floor. I stretch my fingers and loosen the muscles in my shoulders before fiddling one last time with my scope.
“I’m on the penthouse level,” she whispers.
“When you enter the room, you are going to have make sure you don’t react to anything I say in your earpiece, okay?”
“Okay,” she says through a shaking breath.
“Good girl. It’s go-time,” I say as I sit back and watch.
Knock, knock.
One of the hired goons opens the door. “Yes?”
“Hi, I’m here for the party,” she purrs, handing him the note.
The goon takes the note and reads it out.
Dear Mr. Toper,
Welcome to the Regis Hotel. Thank you for being a valued
customer. Please accept this gift as a show of gratitude for your patronage.
Mr. Simons, Hotel Manager
The goon chuckles and I watch as he looks over the girl hungrily. “Hey, boss, the hotel sent you a pretty awesome welcome basket.”
They took the bait. Too easy.
The blonde walks into the room, and I get a good look at how many
people are there. There’s Mr. Toper lying on the bed in a bathrobe. Goon One, who opened the door, and Goon Two watching TV, but I can’t see any more.
“Spin around a little, I need to see how many people are in the room,” I whisper into her earpiece.
“I think this is the best hotel welcome basket I have ever seen.” Mr. Toper leers at the woman from the bed.
She giggles. “Oh, I hope that I can be welcoming enough.”
She’s good.
“I need the guy on the bed to be by the window, and I need the curtains opened,” I tell her.
“Before we start the party, are they”—I see her arm raise as she points to the guards—“going to be watching?”
Mr. Toper looks at her, then the guards. “Fuck off, will ya,” he says.
“But boss—” the guy who answered the door begins to argue.
“Get the fuck out, I want to enjoy my welcome gift in peace, and maybe if I’m feeling generous you can have my seconds.” He chuckles.
The guards grumble but eventually leave.
“Now, sugar, why don’t you come to Daddy.”
I think I’m going to be sick.
The blonde giggles again. “Come and get me, Daddy,” she purrs.
I watch as she runs around the room, then stops right in front of the
large window. She pulls back the curtain, at the same time pulling the strings that hold her dress together and it falls. Mr. Toper’s eyes widen wildly.
“He needs to be near the window, not you.”
She nods in acknowledgment and starts dancing for him. The poor guy is so mesmerized he has no idea what’s going to hit him. She backs him up to the window, and I have a clear shot of his head.
“Give him a blow job.”
I watch as she sinks to her knees and opens his robe. This point of view from her chest sucks.
“Oh, Daddy likes this welcome gift.”
She giggles again before she tugs on his thimble dick trying to get it hard before she sucks it into her mouth. She’s earned that ten grand, I bet that’s what she’s thinking of while sucking on his putrid dick. I wait until he throws his head back for the perfect shot.
“Suck me harder, princess. I want to see you gag on it.”
Please. She sucks him harder and fakes a couple of chokes giving the man’s ego a stroke.
It doesn’t take long till the man is threading his fingers through her hair and fucking her face.
Then he does it just before he comes, he throws his head back, and I take the shot.
Sorry, sweetheart, your night just took a turn for the worse.
Bullseye, straight through, clean shot—he had no idea what hit him.
Least he went out with a woman’s mouth wrapped around his dick, it could have been worse.
The blonde starts screaming as the man slumps to the floor with a chunk missing from his head.
The window is splattered with his blood.
The two bodyguards come charging in hearing her screams. I take aim, and they both slump to the floor with their boss.
The woman’s screams get louder as she crawls into the corner screaming.
My work here is done. I quickly pack everything up and do a wipe-down before sending out a quick text to my client letting them know it’s all done.
I close the window, draw the curtains, then pack up my gun and make sure everything is wiped down.
I have probably five minutes to get down to the basement and my car.
I grab my case and key and head out of the room, thankfully, the corridor is empty, and I swipe the elevator down to the basement.