Chapter Twenty-Seven
Charlotte
T here’s one month left until The Sicarius Ludos. After confirming we would be participating, we received further information on the target—the notorious Alexandre Laurent, a French man, part of a large criminal organization based out of Lyon, France. He has a skill with bombs, but he apparently has been a rather naughty boy, blowing up a building that included some important people to the anonymous group that has now made him the target of this year's little assassin game.
Reaper already managed to acquire information about his plan to attend the Grand Palais in April, a stunning exhibition venue hosting the spring event, Art Paris, which will have 170 French and international galleries. For both our love of art, this is essentially a kill two birds with one stone event. We can win the game and get to enjoy the most amazing art.
Tonight, though, we have a different target. Gabriel Moore. An oversized, sloppy man who owns several strip clubs in various cities. This guy is a real scumbag. He convinces young and lonely girls to work for him, promising them money and diamonds and protection. Although, protection from him is not on that table. He beats them, uses them whenever he chooses, forcing it if they don't submit and even kills the ones who he grows bored of or when they simply get too old for his liking.
Tonight, I’m one of those young and lonely girls looking for work.
I enter the gentlemen’s club, solo. Dressed in a short, dark red and white floral dress and tan heeled boots. My hair is clipped back with a couple strands falling loosely around my makeup-free face. I look sweet and innocent.
“Hi, um… are you hiring?” I ask the older woman sitting behind a desk. A tall stocky man in a black suit stands next to her, staring at me.
“How old are you, sweetie?” the woman asks.
“Twenty-one,” I lie. I look young enough that I can shave off a few years from my twenty-five without people questioning it. But of course, Reaper made a fake ID for me just in case.
The woman stands and lowers her gold framed glasses and eyes me up and down. Seeming satisfied enough, she nods to the burly man beside her and he disappears behind a door. A moment later, he returns and whispers to the woman.
“You're in luck. We’ve been having an issue with one of our girls. If your audition goes well, then you can replace her.”
“Sounds good. When’s the audition.”
“Now,” the man says.
“Oh. Um. Okay.”
“Follow me. ”
I follow him through another door which leads into the club. Dim lighting and music fill the room. On the main stage, dancing in a tiny glittery red thong and heels that I would no doubt twist an ankle in, is a girl who looks far too young to be up there. Other women in barely there outfits walk around the establishment, whispering into the men’s ears and batting their lashes at them. The air feels thick and smells of fruity perfume and sweat.
The man opens another set of doors leading into a long hallway with what appears to be a bunch of private rooms. Before I know it, I’m being led out the back door of the club. Feigning confusion, I look at the man and ask, “I don’t understand, I thought I was auditioning.”
“You are. Just not here.”
Suddenly, a black car pulls up with tinted windows. The bouncer opens the back door of the vehicle and motions me to enter. I walk over and peek in. Gabriel Moore smiles at me from inside.
“I was just heading home for the evening. You have good timing. Hop in!” I internally smile and slide into the seat beside him. The door closes and the driver takes off. “I must admit, when they called to tell me a pretty young thing was at my club looking for work, I didn't expect you to be this pretty. My god, you are something special.” He licks his slimy lips, and I feign an innocent smile.
Reaper prepared me for this. He knew Gabriel always has girls audition at his home. No doubt the auditioning process is to see how well I can please him.
Gabriel is in for a real treat tonight.
By now, I imagine Reaper is already at his house stashing my knife in the bathroom adjoined to his bedroom.
“I’m Gabriel. What’s your name, sweet thing?” he asks, leaning toward me, sliding a hand onto my bare thigh. I can feel the disgusting heat and moisture coming from his sweaty palm, and he smells of smoke and greasy fried food.
“Allison,” I chirp.
“Mmm, Allison. I like it but I think you look more like a Dolly with that sweet dollface. I’m gonna call you my little Dolly. How’s that sound?”
Gross.
What a creep.
Ten minutes later, we arrive at his home. We exit the vehicle, and Gabriel tells his driver to take the night off, that he’s no longer needed for the evening. Ugh, the loathsome man really expects me to stay the night with him too. I can't even imagine how many women he’s done this to. The thought infuriates me.
I can’t wait for what comes next.
Gabriel wastes no time and walks us straight to his bedroom.
“Come in, dollface. Don’t be shy now. We’re really gonna get to know each other tonight.” Gabriel removes his shoes, his suit jacket, and unbuttons his shirt until he’s left in a plain white T-shirt and navy slacks. He sits on the edge of the bed and focuses his attention back on me. “By the looks of it, you got a tight little body. I’d like to see more of it. If you want this job, I need to see all of you, see how you move, see how you feel. Understood?”
“I understand. May I just use the restroom first? Freshen up a bit and settle my nerves?”
“Of course, of course. The bathroom is right through that door there.” I start toward the door. “When you come back, I want you to be my good little Dolly, okay?”
I nod and enter the bathroom. I quickly turn on the faucet and look at myself in the mirror. My adrenaline is spiking so hard it has my hands shaking. I gotta breathe and steady myself. This is just another kill. Reaper trained me well. I got this. Besides, I know he’s close by, waiting, watching. I move to the toilet and lift the back lid off. Inside, my knife is taped to the underside of the lid. I remove my weapon and slip it into my knee-high boot. I glance at myself in the mirror one more time, turn off the faucet, and exit the bathroom.
“There she is. Feeling better?”
“Much.”
I saunter over to where he still sits on the edge of the bed and stand in front of him.
“Remove your dress, Dolly.” I do as instructed and slip off the straps of my dress, letting it drop to the floor, leaving me in my nude-colored bra and black panties. “Mmm. Now your bra. Let me see those sweet things.” I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra, letting it fall. Gabriel inhales as his gaze remains on my bare breasts. “You are stunning.” He reaches out to touch me but I drop to my knees before him, crawling in between his legs. “Oh Dolly, you really have my attention now.”
I smile and reach for his belt. He lets me unbuckle him and slide off his pants, leaving him in loose gray and blue checkered boxers. I stroke his hairy thigh with one hand to distract as my other moves inside my boot to grasp the handle of my knife. In a quick movement, I swipe out the blade and slash it across Gabriel’s belly. I was aiming for the bastard's neck, but he managed to lean back just in time.
“Ah, you fucking stupid whore!”
I come to a stand just as he launches himself at me, sending us to the floor. My knife falls out of my grip in the process. Gabriel’s hands land on my throat and he squeezes hard. So hard I feel like he might crack my windpipe. The bedroom door opens, and Reaper emerges, ready to intervene, but I raise a hand to motion him to stop and give me a chance. He takes a step back and watches.
I dig my fingers into Gabriel’s eyes, determined to pluck the ugly peepers from their socket. His hands release my neck as they move to my wrists, attempting to stop the attack on his precious organs of sight. I release his eyes as I drive my knee up, colliding into his balls as hard as I can. He doubles over, howling in pain.
“Fuck! You’re so fucking dead, little Dolly.”
I scramble away, snatching up my knife as he gets to his feet and hurries to his bedside table. He turns to point the barrel of his Glock at me, but I’m already there, driving my obsidian blade into his soft bloated belly. Quickly in, twist and out. Without a pause, I send my knife straight into his left eye. The gun drops to the tiled floor as he brings a hand to his eye and the other to his stomach. He falls to his knees, crying out in agony. I kick him down to the floor as images of moments ago flash through my mind. The way he looked at me like a piece of meat, like I was there to serve him, like I was beneath him. How he dared to put his hand on my thigh and call me his little Dolly. So many women have fallen victim to this despicable man.
Rage floods me.
This is for any woman who has ever been made to feel less than or weak. Most of us just keep the beast within us dormant. As for me, the beast is awake and I let it run free, and tonight, Gabriel is one of the unlucky bastards who gets to meet it.
I straddle the sloppy man lying on the floor squirming in pain, and in a blinding rage, I deliver blow after blow to his pelvic area, blood squirting out at me, as his high-pitched screams echo through the room.
I destroy him viciously, savagely.
When I’m done, his boxers are shredded as well as his shredded dick, barely hanging on. He somehow still lives. Barely.
I sink my knife into his stomach and chest until he finally succumbs and dies. I sit there a moment longer, attempting to catch my breath as I stare at the bloody mess I made.
My senses return, and I realize I’m still topless and Reaper is still over at the door. He never said a word. Just watched. I stand, taking a step away from Gabriel and turn toward Reaper.
I must admit, I did completely lose it for a moment there. Everything fell away besides my intent to decimate Gabriel as he destroyed so many lives. I must look exactly how Reaper has always described me, a savage. He has now seen the most brutal and messy piece that lies within me.
His eyes flay me, and I am left vulnerably bare before him. Nothing but my bones, heart, and soul on full display, begging to be claimed.
Reaper
I stare at Charlotte, bare-chested, drenched in scarlet blood as she looks at me with wild eyes, panting, and her knife still in hand dripping blood back down into the pool of red at her boots. Electricity sparks through my veins, fire fills my heart. She is magnificently beautiful, especially like this. My pants grow tighter, my cock pulsing.
Fucking hell, I want her so damn bad. I take a step toward her, then stop.
We can't risk adding any more DNA to this crime scene. Her eyes fall a bit in disappointment and shame. Fuck, she has nothing to be ashamed of. She’s perfection. My perfect half.
I want her.
I need her.
This carnal feeling is too consuming to resist.
“Fuck it,” I growl.
I storm toward her, leaving my mask on but ripping my shirt off. Her face lights up and she runs to me. We collide hard and I lift her. Her lips find my neck and begin kissing and sucking as my hands dig into the soft flesh of her ass. I throw her on to the bed, sheets instantly turning a dark red. I pull off her boots and tear off her panties. She’s completely bare before me. Nothing but blood coats her skin. I shove my pants down and climb on top of her. Grabbing a hold of her hand that still holds her knife, I bring it to my chest. Her brows furrow but I give her a nod and she smiles in return.
I groan through my mask as sharp pain slices across my chest and my blood begins to seep out of the open wound. I run my hand over the cut, gathering my blood, then bring it down and coat my hard throbbing cock with it. Our gazes lock once again and the look she gives me is feral and full of desire.
Charlotte’s getting fucked by The Bone Reaper tonight.
I push my lubricated cock inside her with one hard thrust. Charlotte throws her head back with a mix of a scream and a moan and I begin to pound into her relentlessly, claiming her.
She’s mine.
This bloody savage woman is mine.
All. Fucking. Mine.
I have the power to break bones.
She has the power to break everything I am.
Charlotte suddenly grabs onto me, lifting herself off the mattress. I move a foot down to the floor to stand and slip on the red wetness taking over the floor. I fall to the ground, landing with her on top of me, but the fall doesn't stop us. There’s barely even a pause. Charlotte begins to ride my cock while I lie in a pool of blood. My now crimson stained hands grab a hold of her hips, driving her harder onto me. She leans her head back as delicious moans continue to fall from her beautiful mouth. Blood drips down from her face and hair to her bouncing breasts and it’s the hottest fucking sight I have ever seen. We continue to fuck in a hard bloody frenzy until we both explode in pleasure, spasming against each other.
We lie breathless, tangled together on the floor, soaked in Gabriel’s gore.
“Too bad he didn't stay alive a little longer. He could have enjoyed quite the show,” Charlotte says. I just chuckle as she pushes up a bit to meet my eyes. “Do you think enjoying our kills makes us monsters?”
“To most, probably, but the ones we kill are worse.”
“Certainly that piece of shit is,” she says with a glance over to a very dead Gabriel. “But what about you? Do you see yourself as one? Me?”
“A monster was created the night my sister was killed and I’ve accepted who I am. I’ll gladly be the monster people need. As for you, no. Not even close. You are a dark angel of death and I hope when my time comes, it’s you who comes to collect my soul.”
With gentle, blood coated fingers, she pushes hair away from my forehead then moves lower and slides off my mask. “You always say the sweetest things after sex.”
“You fuck them right out of me, little savage.”
Laughing, she leans forward and presses her lips to mine. I instantly want to take her again, but we don’t have time for round two.
“So, what do we do now? We made a big mess of things.”
“Now, we take a shower and then burn this fucking house down.”