NICO
I decided not to play Russian roulette with my life and left.
I wait four months before contacting Serenity. I sent her a text telling her I have something important to share with her. I also sent the address to a five-star hotel.
Standing on my knees on the bed, facing the wall. Naked. I stroke my sheathed cock.
“Are you ready to take this dick?” I ask.
“Yes,” she purrs.
Her bare breasts sway from side to side as she climbs onto the bed.
My fingers lock in her hair as she takes my long, thick cock into her mouth.
The Viagra is doing its job. That’s the only way I can get hard in this situation. I stare into her blue eyes and smirk.
“Suck faster,” I order.
I hear the hotel door click closed, then a gasp.
“What the fuck?” she yells.
I turn my head to the right, meeting her shocked gaze. She looks hurt for the first time.
The woman attempts to remove her mouth from my dick.
“Remember what you did, Serenity?” I grit out.
There’s nothing but rage on her face as she lifts the Glock from her purse. I remove my hand from the woman’s hair. She scrambles for her purse on the nightstand, knocking it to the floor.
“You said you weren’t in a relationship, Nico,” Bratilia bites out.
“I’m not.” I shrug.
“Well, who’s this crazy bitch?” she snarls.
“She’s mine,” I chuckle.
That sets Serenity off.
“I’m not his,” she growls.
Bratilia retrieves her gun and aims it at Serenity.
The sound of the gun firing is loud. The bullet slams into her forehead. Brain matter splatters all over my body.
Our bodyguards don’t waste time entering the hotel room guns drawn, and eyes wide as they assess the situation.
“How could you ask me here to watch you fuck her?”
“I didn’t fuck her, Serenity,” I say as I dart over, removing the Glock from her trembling hand.
I find my joggers and pull them on. “I was getting back at you for fucking Rod.”
“Who you killed by the way,” she sneers.
“I didn’t kill him,” I tell her.
She sucks her teeth. “I don’t believe you.”
Someone killed Rod. Yes, I wanted him dead, but I didn’t kill him. I wish I had.
I point to the dead woman. “Take care of this.” I order my men.
“Sweetheart, you can’t shoot every woman who comes near my dick.”
“Why is your dick still hard?” she questions voice laced with irritation.
“I took Viagra. That’s the only way I could get hard for another woman.”
“Whatever,” she laughs, a wild, bitter sound.
I take her hand and lead her into the living room.
The woman who sucked my dick wanted it for a long time. She’s the sister of an enemy I have beef with. She had it coming. I don’t kill women. I usually hire a hitwoman. But Serenity got the job done without even knowing the backstory.
“Yes, the woman wanted me. But I never wanted her.”
“Nico, we’re fucked up,” she roars.
I pull her into my arms. “I know, princess.”
She pushes against my chest. “No, I can’t do this anymore.”
Serenity storms out of the hotel room, her bodyguards on her heels.