Chapter 5
Chapter Five
PERILOUS
Fuck.
The last thing I fucking need right now is a project. But here she is, still out cold, on her back on a concrete floor in the basement of a building nobody needs to know about.
I’ve taken my mask and the robe off. My head pulls in fifteen directions at once. The entire fucking night had gone so perfectly as planned too. I knew right where the target was going to be. Some nightclub in the city, skipping the strip club, but still on the prowl to dry hump some drunk woman.
All I had to do was let him know someone broke into his piece of shit car— fucking little toy car was probably worth fifty grand… but really, fifty grand for a car? That’s just getting a starter vehicle if you ask me.
The target hurried his drunk ass out of the nightclub, looking for his car. That allowed me to prepare. I walked up behind him and placed my hand over his mouth and dragged him into that alleyway. I spun him around and stabbed him at least seven times in the stomach. Over and over.
The first thrust of the knife with a slight hesitation… Metal crunching. The engine revving. That split second of pure silence before all the destruction…
Once the blade went into the target ’s skin the first time, the rest was easy.
I then left him to writhe and bleed out a little on the ground.
No. You had to walk away. That’s what it was, Perilous. You had to walk away. It was too much. All alone. And that feeling…
No matter how the night was going to go, this project of mine stepped out into the alleyway. The worst luck at the worst time. What the hell was I supposed to do about it? I stepped up behind her and ordered her to give me her phone.
Easiest plan? Break her phone, knock her out, and leave her be. Take the target elsewhere and handle things. But she was so defiant. Stubborn. Shaking yet pushy.
Now…
Well, fuck, now she’s mine to keep.
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I sit on a milk crate and smoke a joint. My project is still on the floor, not moving. I know how to kill people. I’m really good at it. I also know how to knock people out without killing them. Then again, maybe I’ve gone too far here.
The adrenaline pumping, my thoughts driving me fucking crazy, maybe I went too far with this one and she’s dead. If she is dead, then I’ve just opened a whole new can of worms to deal with.
I’ll have to report this to Luc and he’ll report it to the rest of the Legion . Just like the fucking mess Tyrant and I got into. Which led to me doing what I had to do…
I drop the joint to the hard floor and step on it. I walk over to my project and crouch down. Using the tips of my right fingers, I brush the hair out of her face. My eyes travel down to her chest.
Yeah, I tore her button-down shirt off to wrap it around her mouth to keep her quiet. In exchange, I now have a great look at her tits gently tucked into a well-fitted bra and a black spaghetti strap top over it. I feel my cock thumping inside my jeans.
First things first. I need to know if my project is dead or not. I could stick my fingers against the side of her neck and check for a pulse, but what’s the fun in that when she’s got a chest for me to touch?
I place my hand against the left side of her chest. The tip of my thumb touching the edge of her bra. When I feel the thumping of her heart, I do feel somewhat relieved. Then again, it would be much better if she were dead. The dead don’t speak and the dead don’t have to be coaxed into forgetting.
This project is just that. A fucking PROJECT .
I have to make a decision on what to do with her. Kill her. Let her sit here to rot and die alone, slowly. That would be fucking torture though.
Then again, what the fuck do I care? I should stand up and walk away right now. Or I could take her to Luc. Let the Legion handle her. I’m in an interesting spot.
My project ’s eyes suddenly pop open, scaring the living hell out of me. She grabs for my arm. At first I think she’s taking offense to my hand being too close to grabbing her nice looking tit.
“Where am I? Did he attack you too? We have to get out of here right now!”
She scrambles to climb to her feet, grabbing at her head, stumbling like she’s drunk.
“We have to get out of here!”
There’s no secret door or anything like that here. I stand and marvel as she walks toward the door. She has no idea who I am. She has no idea I’m the one who attacked her and brought her here.
“Come on, man!”
She turns her head and looks at me. All I do is take one step toward her and she freezes.
“No,” she whispers. “No… no…”
I keep walking toward her. She lunges for the door and grabs the handle. I can practically see the relief bubbling from her. Right up until she applies pressure on the door handle and realizes it’s locked.
I’ve got the key in my pocket.
She spins around and throws herself against the door.
“Please!” she screams at me and winces in pain from her head.
“Fuck you! Please!”
I kill all distance between us and place my hands on the door, one on each side of her head.
“I’ll kick you in the fucking balls,” she warns me. “Don’t think I won’t. I’ll fight back. I’ll attack. I’ll scream.”
“I haven’t said one word to you, doll,” I whisper in a low voice.
“Doll…”
She shudders. Me using that word confirms I’m the one who attacked her. I’m fine with it. Truth always comes out unless you kill it first.
I press my body against hers. That’ll keep her from kicking me in the balls. My cock can’t help itself as it thickens and throbs.
She looks up at me and I’m waiting for her eyes to fill with tears. They don’t.
“Who the fuck are you, doll?” I growl.
“So it’s all true, isn’t it?”
“True?”
“The… robe and mask and all that. It’s all true. You’re from the other part of SA .”
My Adam’s apple drops a mile down and back up.
“You’re…”
“Yeah,” she says. “My father is also a very rich and powerful man. I’m not just some random person at a nightclub. I think you fucked up.”
She might have a point. I can’t show an ounce of potential weakness.
“So now what?”
Her voice is holding as strong as she can allow it. I step back and reach into my pocket and take out the key to the door. I hold my hand out.
“I saw nothing,” my project says to me. “I’m drunk. Was trying to find some air. Some water. I don’t even know how I ended up here. This is crazy. You know? Serves me right for drinking too much. A lesson learned.”
She reaches for my hand. I can’t believe how naive she is. A pretty face like hers, no makeup needed. Great tits that look delicious.
As soon as a fingertip grazes the key, I close my hand.
“No,” she groans. “Fuck… no…”
My left hand grabs her by her throat and I make her look at me.
“I like the way you groan, doll,” I say.
Her teeth start to chatter.
Did she really think she was just going to walk out of here like nothing happened?
“You are mine now,” I tell her. “You’re going to pledge your undying loyalty to me right now. Or else I’ll leave you in this cool, stone room. There are plenty of other rooms around here. You want to rest in a comfortable bed? Want some water? Maybe something else to drink? Huh? You’re going to do what I say.”
“My… my father…”
I squeeze her throat. She winces and whimpers. My eyes look down.
God, those tits. Those fucking tits…
“I don’t give a fuck who your father is,” I growl at her. “I’ll gut him.”
She doesn’t look anymore scared by that comment.
Ah, okay. You have Daddy issues?
“I want your name, doll. That’s it. Your name.”
“Then you’ll let me go?”
“Fuck no. But I will move you to a better room. Much more comfortable.”
“Annika,” she whispers.
“ Anna… what? ”
“Annika,” she says in a louder voice. “My fucking name is Annika. Now get your fucking hand off my fucking throat.”
“You have a filthy mouth, Annika,” I say.
I release my hold on her throat. There’s a beautiful red mark, a faded imprint of my hand and fingers. My heart slams inside my chest.
Crunching metal. Silence… fire…
“Annika,” I say, breaking up the memory turned into a thought.
I grab her by the hair and pull her across the floor. She screams and thrashes but it’s like she’s just playing around. Not really trying to hit me or fight back.
I throw her down to the floor. She looks up at me, tears in her eyes.
“Fuck you,” she growls. “Go fucking die.”
“I’m going to keep to my word, Annika. I’ll make sure you get out of here and into a more comfortable room. It’s getting really late. You need to get some sleep.”
I turn my back on her and walk to the door.
I honestly wait for her to run after me and jump on my back.
I’m kind of in the mood for a fight. Feel her body against mine. Wiggling and wrestling. Eventually I could pin her against a wall and let her feel the length and girth of my cock pulsing through my jeans.
Those tits…
I unlock the door and leave the room. I slam the door shut and lock it again and then punch the door.
“Annika,” I whisper.
Annika… who attends SA . Of course she goes to a much different part of SA . But still. She’s from campus. And she’s about to go missing.
This… is going to be a fucking mess to deal with.