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KING - (Eighteen)
**KONIG**
God, it took every ounce in me not to take her right then and there. To throw everything away that I have planned for her. To risk it all…just for her. When I said she’s lethal, I fucking meant it. I saw that look in her eyes. She wanted to give in, but there’s that part in her that won’t allow it…yet. It won’t be long until she’s begging - just like I told her.
Three stands outside the door leaned against the wall with a cigarette in his mouth. He takes in a deep inhale and the cherry on the end burns bright red. A grin forms across his face when our eyes meet.
“Something funny?” I ask. Clearly there’s something on his mind and as much as I love the dude, I need to get away and relieve some…pressure.
He takes another puff and taps the cigarette to ash on the floor. Were in the basement, so I could give a fuck about cleanliness down here. Plus, he’s the ones who cleans up here anyway. So he’ll be cleaning up his own shit.
“Just figured you’d take longer than that.” Not only can I see the smile across his face, I can hear it in his voice too.
I snort, “That was just a warm up,” I say as I head to the door that brings us upstairs.
“Mhm,” I hear him hum. He knows. He knows me too well and knew as soon as a whimper escaped from her it was enough to make me risk it. But she moaned. Moaned for me and that made me want to forget everything and bury myself deep in her. Three has been around me long enough.
I don’t reply, but head upstairs. I did sneak a peek into Georges cell as I was walking by and he was curled up in a corner glaring at me. Shit, I guess if someone ripped out my tongue, I’d be quiet too.
I finally reach the main part of my house and even the air up here is different. Its lighter. Warmer. Homey and just knowing I have my girl downstairs makes it all the more reason to call this place our home. I head up the stairs and into our bedroom. I need a shower. To wash away any sort of doubt or second guessing I have. I need to plan this through - with no errors.
As soon as I hit the bedroom, I begin taking off my clothes - leaving a trail to the bathroom. My bathroom is huge, just like the rest of my house. French doors welcome me inside and straight ahead is a nice glass shower right in the middle. Its big enough to fit twelve people inside. I have a two vanities - on each side of the shower on the walls. I made sure it has two for ‘his and hers’. There’s two doors on behind the shower on each side that walk you into the master closet. A closet that is almost the size of the bedroom. And behind the French doors when you walk in, is the toilet. I made sure to have it there in case someone barges in. I won’t be the first place they check.
I step into the shower and turn the handle on hot. I need to feel a little pain. Steam surrounds me and I hiss as I step under the scalding water. My skin getting goosebumps from the sudden temperature change. I close my eyes and hang my head down low as the water hits my neck and runs down my back. All I see is her. My little devil. Her hanging there helpless as she whines and moans from the pleasure im giving to her.
I can feel myself getting hard. Harder than normal to the point it hurts. But pleasure and pain has always been my weakness. I open my eyes and reach for the soap I have sitting on the shelf built into the shower. I squeeze a nice amount into my hand and begin rubbing it on my aching dick.
I close my eyes and sigh as the slightest touch makes me want to go back down there and fuck her senseless. Thoughts run through my head of what I wanted to do to her down there. I squeeze my hand a bit and I jerk my throbbing dick - to add some pressure. I hold onto that moan she gave me. The look in her eyes she wanted me to see.
My thoughts go crazy as I imagine her crying for me to stop, but deep down I know she doesn’t want me to. She soaked and tears stream down her face as I keep edging her with the vibrator.
“Mmmm,” I grunt as my hips start rocking my hips - my cock sliding into my hand. Her clit was so beautiful. So swollen. I can hear her breathe out my name as I give her nothing but pleasure. Nothing but pure ecstasy.
My hips thrust forward faster and I grip my cock a little tighter - imagining her tight walls around me. She begs me to fuck her. She wants me to make her hurt. Her tight pussy opens perfectly for me and only for me. Her nails dig into my back as I thrust into her hard for the first time. She lets out an ear piercing scream, but I don’t stop. I slam back into her.
I open my eyes for a brief second. Im on the verge of cumming but I don’t want too just yet. I need to finish my fantasy. Well, reality here in the next few weeks. A little premonition if you will.
I close my eyes again and pick up where I left off. I pump out of her as tears slide down her face. I didn’t grant her any time to adjust, but as wet as she is, she’s about to take all of me in no time and beg for more. I bring my hand up to her throat and squeeze. Allowing her just enough air to stay conscience, but feel like she’s going to pass out.
I pump my hand faster to jerk my aching cock. I can feel the precum coming out at my tip, but my balls are wanting to relieve themselves now. Im not done, but im close.
Her nails slowly release their grip on me and I start fucking her faster. Harder. She whines turn into moans and then screams as she cums over and over. I don’t let up. I don’t slow down. She needs this. Her teary eyes open and stare into mine as I let out a few moans of myself.
“Konig,” she breathes out making another moan come out of me. “Im yours.”
My eyes fly open as my balls tighten. I grunt loudly as my hand milks my cock. Ive jerked off countless times, but this time was one for the books. Dangerously good. My cum washes down the drain and my heart sinks a little. I wasted that load when it could have been buried deep in her pussy.
‘In time’ I keep telling myself. I have to make due with what I have now.
I finish my shower and I can feel my body relax. I get in bed and lay there thinking. I haven’t really heard from 141. Too be sure, they are looking for her. But they are quiet. Too quiet and that does peak my interest. They’re honest men and I don’t see them just leaving her and letting her fend for herself - even if she was on their team for like a day.
I turn on my side and close my eyes. Tomorrow is a new day and one day closer to getting her to be mine. I keep going back to that look in her eyes. She’ll bend to me. That look confirmed it. Its just a matter of time.
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KING - (Seventeen)
**Lillith**
The last thing I remember is this guy in a cell telling me is that IM a whore for what I did years ago. No one knows the true story except for me. I felt hands wrap around me shortly after, but my mind was in a fog to my house years ago.
“I have always loved you Lillith,” her voice shakes as she kneels before me - tears streaming down her face. “Its okay,” she says as she takes in a few shaky breaths, “Its not your fault.” I don’t know which is shaking more - my body or her voice. The knife in my hand shakes in rhythm with my body as I stand over her. “I love you Lillith.” It was the last thing she said before I slit her throat and I watched the life leave her eyes.
My chest heaves up and down as my vision blurs. Its too much. Too much blood. I hang my head and fall to my knees as I grab her body and sob. Her warm blood runs down me and gradually turns cold reminding me that good things always die. “I love you too mom.”
When my mind comes too, I'm back in my stone cage hanging from the ceiling. My arms are in a too familiar feeling - numb. I wish the rest of my mind and body could have that luxury. Tears flow over my bottom lashes and run down my cheeks at the horrific memory this jackass resurfaced. I’ll make sure to give him a real treat for that. A thank you if you will.
“Get it together Lillith,” I say out loud as I take in a few deep breaths. Now is not the time or place for memory lane. I need to get out of here. To get out of here sane. Voices to my left make my ears perk and my head turns in their direction. Its Konig and Three. The only two people who have free reign in this shit hole. Well, down here anyway. The house is absolutely beautiful. Whoever designed it, kudos to them.
The metal door slowly opens, the rusted metal screeching filling the room and giving me a headache. “Ah, you’re awake,” Konig says as he steps inside. Surprisingly, Three doesn’t even behind him, but I can hear him with that fucker who’s tongue I'm going to rip out and shove down his throat.
“Kinda hard to sleep with this bright ass light above my head,” I counter back sarcastically.
Konig snorts, “Thats the point, little devil.”
“Stop calling me that,” I snap back quickly.
He cocks his head to the side as his mask moves with the movement. I can tell by the look in his eyes, he’s amused at my fight. If he’s thrilled at this, just wait until I show him the grand finale. “Why? It suits you. Does it not?” He says crossing his arms staring at me.
I say nothing. “Lillith is the Devils wife. She too is a Devil herself, no? The same fire in her, you also instill in you, Libeling.”
“You know nothing about me,” I say with gritted teeth.
He chuckles as he undoes his arms and grabs a chair from the desk against the wall, turns it and sits facing me with the chair backwards - his hands crossed over the back of the chair, “I know more than you think I do.”
I scoff and roll my eyes. Men, because of my reputation they think they know me. “You’re a little girl who had to grow up at a young age and fight her way through life. Not because she wanted to, but because she had too. Because it was either life or death.”
Ouch.
My breathing picks up, “You open to a select few. Probably enough to count on one hand. You take risks because it gives you a thrill that you’re still in control of.”
“Enough!,” I snap - my eyes not leaving his.
Konig stands and walks over to the table, “You and I are a lot alike Lillith.”
I close my eyes for a split second and all I see if a flashback from that night. Its burned in my brain forever. “How do you know George?” Konig asks as he fiddles with a bag that I just noticed was sitting on the table.
“I don’t,” I say dryly. Short and to the point.
He chuckles, “Well, he seems to know you.”
I roll my eyes, “Yeah, so do a lot of people, but they’re wrong. Always will be, so I let them think whatever the fuck they want to think.”
He says three words to me. Three words that make my mouth go dry, “Was I wrong?”
I stare at him as he cocks his head to the side. He knows he isn’t - he just wants to hear me say it. Is this his way of breaking me? Him being right? He’ll have to try harder than that because I could give a fuck less about pride, “No.”
He nods his head slowly. I can’t tell if he’s shocked from my honesty or me agreeing with him. Either way, I don't give a fuck. I just need him to get close to me again. “Three!” He calls out not taking his eyes off me.
They say the eyes are the windows to your soul and his windows just changed to something deviant. Something that makes a chill roll down my spine. Something that made me feel things that I have suppressed for years. The same chill and feeling I got on that table with his hand wrapped around my throat…like a good girl. Like his good girl.
Snap the fuck out of it! The last thing I need right now is my pussy fucking up me getting off in here. I mean, out of here…
Fuck.
Three shuffles in the room and grins when he sees me. The fuck is so funny? I look down and realize I'm just in Konigs big t-shirt. The shirt has risen up a little above my upper thigh. Im still covered from the waist down…but barely.
Konig nods at him and they both start walking towards me. My heart starts to race and I go to kick, but Konig grabs my foot. Im running off no food and barely any sleep - I should’ve known that wasn’t going to work.
I hear metal clinking as it wraps around my foot. The fucker is chaining my left leg to one of the hooks in the floor. I feel Three at my right leg do the same. The metal clinks and the chains tighten - making me a perfect ‘X’ in the air.
“All good boss?” Three asks. Konig nods and Three walks towards the door. Right before he exits, he turns and looks between Konig and myself and says, “Have fun.” Then, he shuts the door leaving me in here with the behemoth of a man I can’t escape - physically and mentally.
“Lets start shall we,” Konig says breaking the silence. He has his back towards me and I hear him rummaging through the bag on the table again. “Three!” He yells again.
“Yeah!,” Three replies. Its faint, but its there.
“Lights!”And just like that, were consumed by darkness.
I hear a click and a soft glow coming from Konigs hand. The fuck? “Libeling,” he says in that tone.
I don't like this. The feeling I have right now is something I haven’t felt. Its a mixture of fear and being turned on at the same time. I know, its fucked up, but Konig has already made me feel shit I had buried down. Deep down.
Him and the light get closer. “Do you only work alone?” He says as he stands in front of me.
I furrow my brows at the odd question. “…Yes?” I answer as it caught me off guard. I feel his fingers on my hip and my skin flares with goosebumps. Typically because I'm cold, but everywhere he’s has touched me, its lit a fire in me. Maybe he’s the Devil.
In one swift motion, the underwear that were one me are ripped off, making the fabric kiss across my skin and sting. I gasp as the cool air hits my pussy and I feel something hard against my clit.
“Wrong answer,” he says as he clicks another button and a wave of vibrations surges through me. I gasp in a deep breath and throw my head back. My eyes clench shut as my body stiffens.
Konig shuts the vibrator off and I exhale the breath I had been holding. “Tsk tsk tsk little devil,” he taunts. “You were already wet before I put that one you.”
Fuck. This isn’t good.
I breathe deeply as he asks me his next question, “Why are you working with 141?”
I go to answer but he places the vibrator on me again, this time on a stronger setting, “Fuck!” I scream out as my body tenses again - making the chains rattle and the cuffs dig into my skin. If the vibrations on my clit aren’t enough, the pain is making it even more extreme.
A fire burns inside me and starts getting brighter, but he removes the vibrator right before it burst, “Next question.”
“You didn’t give me time to answer that one!” I yell at him the best I can.
He doesn’t say anything, but places the vibrator on me again and his other hand wraps around my throat. I can’t help the moan that flys out my mouth and I don't regret it. I know I should, but I don't.
Konig growls at my reaction and presses the vibrator harder onto my clit making me scream out, “That it. Scream for me Libeling. Thats my good girl.”
Im right there. Right at the edge when he pulls the vibrator off me again. I growl in frustration. “You want to cum?” He ask me as he removes his hand from my throat and slowly slides it down the front of my body - still covered by his shirt.
He gets to my waist and goes lower, cupping my pussy, “Mmm, your soaked darling.”
No shit.
“You want to cum?” He asks in a husky tone.
I whimper as he slips a finger into my soaked pussy, “Use your words.”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
He removed his finger from my pussy and brings he hand back to my throat, “Then you shouldn’t have ran from me. The first time I make you cum will be on my dick when I'm buried deep inside you. After that, it will be when you deserve it.”
He lets go of my throat and walks back towards the table, “I told you Lillith, you will be begging me. I’ll have you on your hands and knees with a collar around your throat here soon. And you’re going to love every fucking second of it.”
I take a few deep breaths to get out of my thoughts and my juices running down my leg, “I’ll never bow to you.”
He chuckles. Not to mock me. Not to belittle me, but because he knows im going to lose this fight. “We’ll see”.
With that, he walks out the door and leaves me with my thoughts yet again in a dark room. Im fucked. Not because of torture. I can endure that, but psychological torture is something I can’t handle. Him breaking my mind is something I didn’t think was possible, but now, im scared shitless.
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KING - (SIXTEEN)
**KONIG**
She hasn’t said much to me since our little “incident” in one of my medical rooms. In the west wing of my house, I made the bottom floor my own personal medical operation for situations like this. Also, it makes anyone I decide to bring home and take downstairs easier to clean up. You know, to drag out their purgatory.
Seeing her sprawled open and helpless for me on the table made me almost lose my control. Made me almost lose my train of thought and ruin what I have in place. Not only is she the most dangerous woman in the world, but she's fucking lethal. She's my poison and I'm her antidote. She just doesn’t know how much we fucking need each other. But she will.
I wheel her to the east wing of my house - where the “normal” parts of my house is. Where we first brought her. I took her gear and stuff off whenever the second dose of the medicine kicked in and changed her into a pair of black panties and one of my black t shirts. It swallows her and hugs right above her knees. Seeing her in just my t-shirt is making my self control push its limits. She's so goddamn beautiful.
We stop before the door that leads to the basement. I stand there behind her waiting for her to get up, but all she does is sit there. “Im not carrying you,” I tell her. She's plotting, but I don’t know what she's trying to do just yet. With her, theres no telling.
“Why?” She says in a tone that seems mocking. “Im hurting.” Yeah, she's got something in mind. Sure, the procedure I had done causes discomfort, but not to the point where she cant walk.
“You’ve been through worse,” I counter. She huffs as she continues to sit there. “Either you get up on your own,” I say as I bend down and lock the left brake on the wheelchair. “Or I make you get up. You pick,” I finish as I lock the brake on the right.
Without hesitation, she leaps forwards and runs past me as I'm bent over locking the brakes. A deep growl escapes me from frustration. If she wants a game of cat and mouse, so be it. But she needs to be reminded this is my kingdom and I know our house like the back of my hand.
She runs of up the stairs and darts left. She's observant since heading left will grant her to the majority of the house. Theres plenty of rooms for sure, but I'm lazy and have cameras set up. But if she wants to play, then by all means I’ll play.
She disappears out of my sight and I take this opportunity to pull out my phone and click the app to my cameras. She's still running and looking back every so often. She must have some sort of fear of me. Good.
She takes a right and runs down the long corridor. Theres a few doors that line that hallway, but there’s a door at the very end. She stops there and a grin forms across my face. Even without her knowing this is our house, she somehow found our bedroom.
My dick strains against the zipper of my pants as I watch her walk into the room and stop. Its big, just like me and everything that surrounds me. I hate to feel confined, but will gladly fall to my knees and surrender to feel her walls wrap tightly around my hard dick.
I take in a deep breath and pocket my phone. This is going to be better for me than it is for her. Slowly, I make my way up the stairs - making sure I'm light on my feet. I don’t want her knowing where I am just yet. I follow the path she did and as I get to the hallway where our bedroom lies, I stop.
The game of cat and mouse has always been my favorite regardless who my prey is. Only thing different, this is a hunger that isn’t going away any time soon. This game, is a game where we will both win, but my Little Devil will find that out soon enough.
I start walking again, but this time making myself known. I want her to feel me when she cant see me. I want her to tremble knowing I'm coming for her and nothing will stop me from getting to her. I meant what I said to her in the medical room. She will bend to me before I'm done breaking her.
I reach for the door and throw it open - not stepping in yet. My Little Devil is unpredictable and probably waiting on the other side of the door to slit my throat. I wait and listen for a few seconds. I have a feeling where she is, but I don’t want her knowing it…yet.
“Liebling,” I say out loud in a mocking tone. Just like the one she gave me earlier. “I can smell you.” She's like a scent I cant get out of my nose. I seen the look in her eyes when I had her pinned down by her throat on the table. It was a look of lust and need. She’ll get what she is craving here soon.
I continue, “If you come out willingly, I wont be as hard on you.”
I see movement out the corner of my eye to my right. She darts out the closet and heads to the door. Unlucky for her, I was a step ahead. I take a step and wrap my hand around her throat and pull her against me. She writhes and thrashes, but my grip is almost cutting her circulation completely off.
“Get…the fuck…of me!” She tries to scream, but it comes out hoarse.
I chuckle, “Go ahead and tire yourself out my Liebling. I have all night.” I can feel her body tense at my words. Her chest heaves up and down as she stops her mania against me, but I can tell she still has fight left.
I bend down just a bit to get close to her ear, “Thats my good girl.” Her body is betraying her as she leans slightly into me. Its not going to be long.
I turn her around and the fire in her green eyes match mine. Hunger and lust. A grin forms across my face and I'm thankful she cant see it. I lean down and throw her over my shoulder - holding her legs in place. She starts her grunting and screaming as her fits collide with my back.
“Do I need to tie you up?” I say with the same mockery tone.
She tops her pitiful attempt against me and freezes. I chuckle and slap my free hand against her ass as we descend the stairs. A small yelp escapes her, “Don’t fucking touch me,” she snarls. My slap caught her off guard.
“We’ll see about that in the next few weeks,” I reply back. To my surprise, she doesn’t say anything back.
We reach the door that heads to the basement and start heading down those stairs. I really should have thought about putting a fucking elevator in here. I hear cackling right before we hit the bottom set of stairs and my ears perk up. Its George.
“Either you shut the fuck up or I do it for you,” I hear Three say. I snort. George must be on a roll today. We walk by his cell as I head for the room she was chain up in and I feel her move against me. Probably to look around.
“I have nothing else to do,” George says as we walk by, “Might as well and anno-.” He stops mid sentence and rushes to the bars of his cell. “Oh my God. Lillith Drawl.” I freeze and judging by how tense she just got, I'm assuming she did too.
“You’re a worthless fucking whore,” he says in a low tone. “For someone to kill their mother and attempt to kill their father and his brother, I'm surprised you're still around.”
I can feel her breathing pick up against me. I turn and look at Three and he is looking at me and then Lillith with a confused look. Three turns to George, “How do you know her?”
George throws his head back and laughs, “She's a fucking plague wherever she goes and it all started in the little town of Eldora, Iowa. Ask her,” George says not taking his eyes off her, “Ask her about her first kill.”
Lillith's breathing is almost erratic.
“Was it worth it…whore?” George says as he presses his face against the metal bars.
I laugh. Not the funny laugh, but I'm about to fuck this guy up laugh. I set Lillith down and she has a blank look on her face. Fuck. She's disassociating. “Three,” I call.
Without hesitation, he’s over to us as George rambles on about this new information were being informed of. He gives me a nod and wraps his arms around her shoulders in a hug. Her arms never move and stay by her side. Whatever this fucker said, got to her good.
I grab the key to the cell George is in out of my pocket and unlock it. He takes a few steps back and I immediately grab him by his throat. “You think you can come in my house and call my girl any name you like?”
Georges face is turning beet red from lack of oxygen. “I was always taught, if you don’t have anything nice to say,” I say as I reach my free hand into the pocket of my pants and pull out my knife. “Then you shouldn’t say it at all.”
I push George back against the wall and remove my hand from his neck and move it to the sides of his jaw and squeeze. The pressure makes his open his mouth and I reach in with my other hand thats holding my knife and grab his tongue. I let go of his jaws and before he has time to react and stab the blade of my knife in the center of his tongue.
George screams as blood runs down my blade and onto the hilt of my knife. I slide the blade slowly to the right - cutting through his disgusting muscle. The blade works through and now his tongue is hanging halfway. We still have the left to get rid of. Tears stream down his face as his body trembles against the wall. If I heard correctly, he tried to say a few “sorry’s”, but there is no going back after that.
I grab the rest of his hanging tongue and rip the rest off. His scream goes silent as his body slides against the wall and he slumps to the floor. He’s not dead…yet, but as I promised myself, this is a gift for her and it seems shit got personal. Great for her - but a shit day for him.
I turn and exit the cell - locking it behind me. Three is still there holding her. I did that so she wouldn’t fall and hit herself. She's definitely experiencing PTSD and the last thing I need is her blacking out and hurting herself. Plus I trust Three and he knows his limits.
“What do you want to do with her?” Three asks.
I take in a deep breath, “I’ll get the chains set back up and we can start with her in the morning.”
My body is vibrating. Tomorrow cant get here fast enough.
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KING - (Fifteen)
***Lillith***
I was already awake when the lights came on. I knew it was either him or Three - or someone lucky enough to kill them and find me. Maybe 141? I doubt it. The door opening made my ears perk and I can tell by the heavy footfalls that are approaching me, its Konig. Three doesn’t walk as hard. I noticed that yesterday when he left Konig and I alone in here. Whats that saying? Float like a butterfly and sting like a bee? Basically, don’t draw attention to yourself but know everything thats happening around you.
Konig stops in front of me. Not only can I hear, but I can feel him too. His presence is just as huge as he is and his energy is fucking active. Three speaks, causing me to furrow my brows. Luckily enough, it seems as if I'm just in a bad dream. Lucky for me, I was able to get some sleep last night. I know it wasn’t much, but some rest is better than no rest.
My arms have lost all feeling, so that strength I did recoup, I need to use wisely. I can feel Konigs eyes on me - probably all over my body if I'm being honest, but I need to play my time right if I want this to work and to get out of here…alive.
I hear Konigs feet shuffle and I peek open my eyes just enough that I can see he has turned around and has his back towards me. “That sedative must have hit her again,” Three says. His voice is closer than before. Again, he’s light on his feet.
Konig starts to respond and I take the opportunity to wrap my legs around his neck and squeeze - cutting off his air supply. Konigs hands immediately fly to my legs to try and pull them apart, but my legs are the strongest thing about me.
“FUCK!” Three yells as he runs towards us. I squeeze as much as I can and lift myself up - allowing me enough slack in my chains so I can unhook from the ceiling. Konig grunts under me from the now full weight of me on his shoulders and it causes me to fly backwards - taking him with me.
Both of us hit the hard concrete, but only one of us has full use of our limbs. Mine are still chained, just not to the ceiling. The sound of a knife unsheathing to my left draws my attention. Its Three and he stands there with his knees bent and knife drawn. If he wants a fight, so be it.
I remove my legs from around Konigs neck and get to my feet the best I can. My arms feel like theres pins and needles being poked all over from the feeling returning - but Ive been through worse. Konig still lays on the ground with his chest heaving, which makes me anxious. Thats not like him. He’s usually ready to get shit settled.
I wrap both chains around my wrist and hold the excess in my hands - like a whip. I take a few steps back, trying to get as much distance between myself and Three as I can. He makes the first move and slices towards my stomach and I throw my right hand back and quickly forward - trying to whip him with the chain. It barely misses him.
Lucky fucker.
Konig finally gets up on one knee and looks at me with fire in his green eyes. This is a monster of a man and I just tried to kill him. A reputable man known for killing others for a lot less. Three draws his hand back with the knife and I quickly do the same move as before, but this time I'm successful as my chain wraps around his hand with the knife. The links click against one another as they wrap around his arm. The pressure of the chain causing him to drop his knife.
A sadistic grin forms across my lips as I take my other chain and twirl it beside me - trying to build up speed before I strike. When I'm done, theres going to be nothing left of Three.
My head lulls forward causing my vision to blur for a second. I blink my eyes fast to try and focus, but its getting worse.
What the fuck is happening?
The chain in my left hand slows down and clanks against the floor as my body now starts to feel heavy. Konig stands fully and walks towards me slowly. Stalking. “I see the second dose of this sedative is working,” he says with aggravation in his tone.
Second dose?
My breathing is getting heavier and my head sways a little more. Three unwraps the chain from his arm and throws it on the ground. My right arm now by my side. “Took long enough,” Three says as he rubs his arm where the chain was.
Konig stalks past me and then stops behind me - dangerously close as I can feel his body press against mine as I sway back. “I can tell you’ve never encountered a drug like this before,” he says as he removed my mask that had gathered around my neck - showing off my throat tattoo.
Its a black and grey death moth. I got it to cover the scars on my neck from when I was captured. The scars were bad ass, sure, but seeing a death moth on one of the most sensitive places is symbolic as hell - considering most of my hand to hand combat ended with me slicing their throats.
“You see little devil,” Konig continues. Little Devil? “Theres two parts to this drug,” he steps closer and rests his hands on my shoulders - his thumbs rubbing the back of my neck. My body leans against him not because I want too, but its what the drug is making me do. “The first part is a normal reaction to a sedative smoke bomb. But this, this makes it reactivate when its not fully out of your system.”
Fuck.
Everyone in the field knows heat makes anything react and by trying to combat Three, the sedative reactivated in my body. It was a set up.
My eyes fight to stay open and my vision is mostly blurred. I can make out Three standing in front of me, but barely. My body feels hot, likes it been in the sun too long. Konigs hands are still on me and my body presses fully into his. Dependent on him to keep me standing. I cant deny that in this moment, his hands on my neck feel amazing. I know its been too long since I have had physical contact with someone and my body is making it known at the moment.
Three grabs my face with both of his hands and tilts my head back, “I’d give it a few more minutes and she's out.” He lets go of my face and my head stays tilted back - resting against Konigs chest. Konigs thumbs rub circles against the back of my neck and I cant help the tiny moan that escapes out of me.
His chuckle rumbles through him and into me. I feel like I'm melting, but not in a bad way. I feel light as a feather and theres no sense of dread overcoming me. Its a feeling I haven’t felt in a really long time and it scares the shit out of me.
I focus on Konigs thumbs rubbing circles against the back of my neck and after counting four circles, my whole world goes black.
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The bright light above me burns my eyes when they open. I immediately shut them and try to cover my eyes with my hand. I cant. Both of my arms are pulled above my head and tied to something. Panic rips through me as my heart rate picks up.
My eyes shoot open - not caring that my retinas feel like they’re about to burst into fucking flames. The room I'm in is small. Theres a few cabinets to my left. A door to my right and here I lie, in the middle of the fucking room.
I look down and see I'm no longer wearing my gear. Im in a fucking gown. A hospital gown and I'm laying on a table they have in doctors offices. The paper beneath me crinkles as I move around. I try to swing my legs over, but there are bed straps across them to keep me in place.
Im literally immobile.
“For everyones safety,” the voice behind me breaks the silence. My heart nearly stops when I realize its Konig. I tilt my head back and there he leans against the wall with his arms crossed. In my vision, he’s upside down due to me leaning my head back and thoughts rush through my head with him tied upside down as I slice the skin from his body.
“Where the fuck am I?” I clench my teeth so hard, it sends volts of pain to my jaw. My body vibrating with rage.
Before he answers, three soft knocks echo through the room from the door. Nobody answers and an older man in a white coat comes into the room holding a clipboard.
“Ah, you’re awake,” he says as he turns around to shut the door - closing all three of us in here. “You’ve been out for some time.”
I snort, “It seems thats the only way this piece of shit knows how to handle me.” I hope it strikes Konigs nerve. He seems like the type that doesn’t like to be belittled. “He must be too afraid of me. Everyone else is,” I push.
I tilt my head back to look at him and his green eyes lock onto mine. From what I can tell, they’re slightly squinted - telling me he’s grinning underneath his mask. And if I had to bet, it isn’t a friendly grin. Its a grin I'm too familiar with…sadistic.
The doctor clears his throat and I relax my head to lay back flat against the padded table. “Konig, you want the full exam done?” The doctor says as he looks past me and to Konig.
My brows furrow as panic yet again races through me. Exam? “Yeah. I want to cover all my bases.”
The fuck?
Before I can speak, I hear two clicks coming from the end of the table I'm lying on. I look down and see a set of stirrups ready for me to place my feet in. My eyes widen and the doctor takes note of this, “Colonel,” he says as his eyes go from mine to Konigs.
I hear Konig shuffle from behind and walk towards the doctor. He rests his hands on my ankle, right where the buckle for the strap is. “You so much as to kick either one of us,” he says as he removes the strap from the metal buckle - not caring to look at me, “I’ll make sure to pay your sister a visit.”
My body freezes. What the fuck did he just say? Did I hear him right?
Konig throws the strap over my ankles and it hits the side of the bed - causing me to jump from the loud click. I could give a fuck what he does to me, but only two other people know about my sister and niece. Not him and I know they wouldn’t tell anyone.
He moves up higher across my thighs and does the same. Unhook and throws the strap across me as it also hits the side of the bed. He then steps behind me and I can feel him loosen the strap that is holding my arms above my head. He doesn’t undo them at all, just allows more reign with them.
My mind is going a mile a minute with the possibility that Rachel and Katie are in trouble. Its getting harder to breathe when the realization if something does happen, it will be my fault. I should have put them in a safer place.
The real world comes back to me when I feel Konigs hands around my thighs as my body slides down the doctors table and he places each of my feet into the stirrups. A cool breeze blows across my ass and pussy as the doctor uncovers my gown.
Tears pool at my eyes. Im overwhelmed, helpless and for once, I don’t know what to do. Konigs hand cups the side of my face and brushes a tear away that I didn’t know had fallen. “They’re safe,” he says now standing beside me.
I don't believe him. I can’t believe him. A sharp pain against my cervix causes me to scream out. “These shots always hurt,” the doctor says coldly. As if he knows how this feels and I'm an annoyance. Fucking men.
“What did you give me?” I snap back.
He stays silent for a few seconds and he watches as Konig walks over to him, looking at me on full display. Like I'm a platter that he cant wait to devour. All my emotions are surging through me at once and its causing me to panic even harder.
“Leibling,” Konig says in that lustful tone.
“What did you give me?” I ask again in a harsher tone.
The doctor stands and removes his gloves, “Birth control.”
Two words. Two fucking words that make me want to throw up. I already had a feeling Konig was going to fuck me - well try to, but this confirming it makes my damn stomach turn.
“I’ll leave you two alone,” The doctor says as he grabs his clipboard and walks out - shutting the door behind him.
Konig stands there glaring at me with lust in his eyes. “You so much as touch them and so hel-“ I go to say, but he rushes between my legs and pins me down by my throat. His face inches from mine that his mask is covering my neck.
“Or what?” He says lowly.
I don't answer. That was a stupid question. He knows what I will do. “Let me tell you something little devil,” he says as he squeezes my throat harder, “You’ll be begging me to touch you. Crawling on your fucking hands and knees for me to fuck you.”
My stomach flips and my pussy clenches at his words. I hate that my body is loving every damn thing that is coming out of his mouth. Trust me when I say, its something I have always wanted. A man to dominate me. To tell me what he wants and takes it, but from the enemy? This cant be it.
He continues, “You’re mine Lillith. Understand that and I will break you in order to realize that. Your pussy belongs to me. Your mouth belongs to me. Your thoughts, cravings, desires,” he pauses as he takes in a breath, “Are all mine.”
He releases my neck and I take in a drastic breath. This isn’t good. My body is already betraying me and I don’t know how long it will be before my mind does too.
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KING - (FOURTEEN)
**KONIG**
Shutting this door and knowing she's in there helpless is one of the hardest decisions I've had to do. Its taking everything in me to not rip everything off her and take her right there. She’ll fight, but she’ll be begging me not to stop by the time I finish.
I meant what I said to her right before I walked out. This isn't anything thats she’s been through before. Yeah, she was held captive for two years. Tortured beyond reasoning - physically and sexually, but emotionally I know she wasn’t. One of the most impressive aspects of women is that you can beat them to a pulp and they’ll be fine. But mentally and emotionally, its something they cant take. Thats a worser punishment.
I want to be the one to break her. The one she has to rely on. I want her submitted to me and only me. That is the real trophy. Getting a woman out of masculinity and into her femininity. Any man who can do that, has won in life. And I want her to be by my side every step of the way. I see something in her that I see within myself. Power and devotion.
“You think you can crack her?” Three says as he comes around the corner. He went to check on one of our prisoners that we decided to check in but never check out. A one way ticket to their personal hell hotel.
I snort, “In due time.” Its going to take time. She's stubborn, but I have a plan in mind. Once I can get the slightest crack out of her, its going to spread rapidly soon after. The perfect domino effect.
Three shakes his head with a soft chuckle. I know he has his doubts. Shit, even I have a doubt deep down, but I’ll never tell that. I have the deadliest woman in the world chained in my basement. Theres no telling what will happen.
“How’s he doing?” I ask Three. I don't have to be specific. He knows.
He looks in the direction of the cell, “He’s a fighting bastard. I’ll give him that. He keeps biting at his wrist to try and get out of his chains.”
George Wallace. A man known for touching little kids. He didn’t discriminate on their gender and obviously didn’t give a fuck about their personal space. He was a deacon at his local church in Ohio. One little boy came home and told his mother ‘their little secret’. She flew off the hinges and George decided to take a vacation. How ironic. Little did he know, he made my most wanted list and now his vacation is permanent.
“You give him anything?” I ask Three. I don’t want the fucker killing himself. He’s a gift and the person who’s the receiver is going to devour this shitbag.
“No. Im going to let him bleed out,” he says sarcastically. “Of course I sedated him. I don’t know which I'm more excited about,” Three says as he starts to head upstairs, “Watching her break or watching her do what got her her call sign.”
Honestly, Im right there with him. I left George alive this long so Lillith has something or someone to destroy to take some steam off. A little welcome home gift. Three walks back upstairs and I turn and stare at the door that is keeping Lillith confined. A part of me wants to go in there and start my game, but I need my rest and she needs time to think. Being alone in the dark will heighten her other senses since I took away her sight. Every sound will be amplified and it will keep her up throughout the night. Especially if George wakes.
I follow in the same direction as Three and head to my room. I need a hot shower to wash away the doubt that I have buried deep in me and to relax my muscles. Soon, Lillith will be rubbing my tired body as I return the favor of making her cum over and over and relaxing her to sleep.
My body must’ve needed sleep. As soon as I got out of the shower and hit the bed, sleep took over me. Im not complaining, but surprised. I haven’t slept that good in I cant tell you how long. Between the restless nights of having her on my mind and finding her, to the gruesome shit that I deal with on an almost daily basis - sleeping peacefully seemed impossible.
I get out bed and put on my usual clothes - khaki tactical pants, a long sleeve fitted black shirt, my black boots and my mask. I cant have her seeing my face just yet. Not that I'm ugly…at least I don’t think so anyway.
After taking care of a few other things, I head downstairs to the basement. The door is already open - telling me Three is already down here. He must be “tending” to George. Ive always loved the temperature difference between the main house and down here in the basement. Its like the coldness tells you how cold my fucking heart can be.
Three is standing in front of George’s cell, “Hows he doing?” I ask him as I walk past and head to Lillith's door.
“He's still out,” he says not taking his eyes off him.
I dont respond. Im too excited to finally begin this torture on Lillith and breaking her to where I want her. If that makes me controlling and a dick, so be it. Every man needs a woman just like every woman needs a man. The two combined that are meant for each other are unstoppable - and thats what we are going to be.
My hand grips the door handle and I pause - taking in a deep breath. I don’t know whats going to be waiting for me on the other side. She may have somehow gotten out of her chains and waiting to slice my throat from ear to ear. She could still be right there where I left her. Either way, were about to find out.
I flick the light switch that sits just beside the door before unlocking the dead bolt and jerking the door open. I don’t want to risk opening it slowly and her getting a head start because I hesitated.
There she is. Still hanging by both arms from the ceiling. Her head is hanging forward and if I couldn’t see the faint motion of it picking up slightly from her breathing, it would look as if she was dead. I leave the door open and hear Three walking this way. His footsteps stop in the doorway when his eyes land on her.
“Fucking hell,” he says under his breath.
I smile to myself. She's breathtaking for sure. Not only are her bright green eyes something that will draw you in, but her jet black hair brings them out even more. Her mask still hangs around her neck and you can see the faint markings of her throat tattoo poke out. She has a scar running perfectly vertical on the right side of her lips. Whoever got her with the knife, I know isn’t here to tell about how he got such a lucky shot.
I walk over to her and listen to her slow steady breaths. Her brows furrow just a bit and then relax. Even in her sleep she cant escape the things that haunt her. Thats okay - I’ll be the one who will help her with that. It will be a slow and painful process, but she’ll thank me when I'm done.
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KING - (THIRTEEN)
**Lillith**
“Hello Leibling.”
The words make my stomach knot and twist. My head is pounding and the light in here is making the rhythm of my heart beat behind my eyes feel like a drum. The last thing I remember is toying with Alex and then smoke filled the room. After that, its complete darkness. For once in my life, I was careless. I want to blame it on 141 because I offered to help and I never had this problem before working alone, but deep down, I can’t blame anyone but myself. It was a rookie move and I fucked up.
I just didn’t think I would be face to face with him. I go to adjust my body but I'm stiff and the slightest movements make me feel like I'm floating in the air. I divert my eyes from his and jerk my head around to see what is causing me to be immobile. My stomach churns from the sudden movement. The sedative still having its effect on me. I close my eyes and throw my head back and take deep breaths, but its hard to breathe.
Fuck. I still have my mask on. This damn thing is a blessing and a curse.
“Hard to breathe when you having something so constricting over your face huh?” Konig says with humor in his voice. Every octave in his tone makes me want to vomit. The shit he put in that gas is top of the line.
I don't reply. I can’t. My tongue is glued in place and my mouth won’t open. I open my eyes as I stare at the ceiling - my neck getting stiff from the position I'm in. My heart rate picks up as I realize I'm dangling from the fucking ceiling by chains.
The faint smell of smoke seeps through my mask and fills my nose. I slowly pull my head up so I'm level again with Konig. A figure to his left catches my eye and my eyes divert to the person leaned against the wall smoking a cigarette. “Did those myself,” the man says with a grin across his face. He points to the chains with the hand thats holding his cigarette.
Slowly, my body is coming back to me as I roll my eyes, but that eye roll made me feel like my whole body rolled with it. “Its a bitch coming off that shit,” the man says as he takes another puff. The smoke growing stronger and twisting my stomach even more.
“You’re…the bitch…for smoking…,” I manage to get out. Ive been under a lot of neurological stimulants and blockers, but this one tops the cake. The fucking cherry on top. He takes another puff and lets out a soft laugh - smoke coming out with each chuckle.
Fucker.
My shoulders are fucking screaming and it takes me a few seconds to realize I'm still wearing my vest. The damn thing weighs almost an extra hundred pounds since I have ceramic plates. They weigh more, but protect you more. Again, a blessing and a curse.
“Shoulders hurt?” Konig says with that same tone. Even though he has a mask over his face, I can tell he’s grinning.
I take in a deep breath before answering, “Not at all,” I pause swallowing the spit and also the vomit wanting to come up, “Im quite comfortable, Arschloch.” I spit that last word out and over dramatize it.
The man against the wall snorts and finally puts out his cigarette - smashing it under his boot. “Something funny?” Konig asks as he turns to the nicotine patient. The humor in his voice still there. This must be his right hand man and someone he trusts fully.
Noted.
“You’ve got your hands full boss,” he says with that same damn smirk on his face and pushes off the wall and heads to a door. Actually, thats the only door in here and there are no windows. Great.
Before Konig can respond, I chime in, “And after I get done with you, you wont have any hands.”
The smile on his face grows wider. “Three, Lillith,” Konig says as he points from this dude named ‘Three’ to me - as if this is a formal introduction. My heart nearly stops when I hear my actual name come from Konig. How the fuck does he know my name? “Lillith, Three,” he finally says finishing his greeting.
Three nods at me and walks out the door, shutting it behind him. The loud bang echoing off the cement walls. “You my dear,” Konig says as he stands in front of me.
I cut him off, “How the fuck do you know my name?” I say with gritted teeth. My teeth are grinding so hard I'm surprised my molars aren't cracking. It hurts like hell, but its a pain I'm willing to deal with.
“Are a hard person to track,” he finishes his sentence disregarding my question. He’s not wrong. People don’t normally know where I am or where I've been until after the fact. I like to keep it that way, but it seems I have a fucking mole.
“How do you know my goddamn name Konig?” I raise my voice a bit as the fight in me is coming back. Slowly, but its there.
He takes in a deep breath, “Mmmm Leibling,” he says as if he is savoring what I just said. He reaches up and places his hand on my hip. I try to lean my body in the opposite direction to avoid it, but I cant. As soon as his hand touches my body, a fire ignites in that spot as if he’s branding me. “Say it again.”
I know what he means. His name. He wasn’t asking, but telling me and the slight huskiness in his voice sends alarms through me. “Fuck you,” I say through my still clenched teeth.
He keeps his hand on my hip, but takes his other hand and grabs a piece of my hair and twirls it around his fingers. I don’t like that he’s this close to me - better yet touching me. I take in a deep breath and draw my foot back and kick him in the balls. He immediately removes his hands from me and doubles over. I take this lovely opportunity to kick him in the face - which sends him flying back and landing on the hard concrete floor.
Konig immediately gets to his feet and is on me within two strides. Long legged fucker. He grabs my hair and jerks my head back as a sharp pain spreads across my scalp as a small yelp escapes me. His breathing is heavier, but I guess if a heavy ass boot hit me in one of the most, if not the most sensitive part of my body, I’d be furious too. It was a cheap shot, but its all I got at the moment.
I try to fight him as he pulls my head back further by my hair, but using that little bit of strength I had saved up did it for me. “Go ahead and kill me and get it over with,” I say taking in a few deep breaths from exhaustion.
He places his other hand back on my hip and that igniting feeling is back, “Kill you?” He says with a chuckle. His tone tells me he’s not questioning me. He has more to say.
“If you think I'm telling you shit, you’re wasting your time,” I say before he has a chance to speak again. “Torturing me is nothing new, Konig,” I say emphasizing his name. His hand on my hip squeezing me.
He tightens his grip in my hair and I open my mouth in protest but nothing comes out, “Darling, I'm not going to kill you,” he says as he removes his hand from my hip. His green eyes going back and forth between my left and right one. “But I'm going to make you wish you were.” He raises his hand and hooks his finger into the top of my mask that sits right on my cheek bones - right under my eyes.
I try to shake my head and pull it back, but he has a death grip in my hair holding me in place. “Its going to happen whether you like it or not Lillith,” he tells me in that husky voice. His breathing is heavier than it was a second ago.
He finally hooks his finger inside my mask and pulls it down. Panic races through me. This is my safety net. My ‘blanket’ per say and its being stripped from me. I feel the fabric slide down my face as the cool temperature of the room kisses my exposed skin. My eyes stay locked on his as I watch his pupils dilate.
My arms and shoulders are numb from hanging here with the extra weight of my vest and now I wish thats how my whole body felt. Numb. “Mmmm,” he practically moans as my whole face is now visible to him. “Fucking perfect.”
My eyes shoot daggers into his and he knows it. “What do you want from me?” I ask in a low tone.
He brings my face closer to his and continues to hold me there by my hair, “You.” One word. One fucking word that makes me feel like I have fire and ice rushing through my veins. He lets go of my hair and pain shoots to the spot he was holding onto the hardest.
“You’re going to join me,” he says. It wasn’t an offer and Konig isn’t the type of person to ask. He takes.
I snort, “Im not joining you.”
He takes a few steps back and crosses his arms - staring at me, “It wasn’t an offer. You are and you will.”
I shake my head as a smile forms on my face. Its not because I'm happy, but the balls on this motherfucker, “I don’t give a fuck how much you torture me,” I say staring directly into his green eyes, “Break my bones. Rape me. Brand me. Starve me. Do whatever the fuck you feel like you have to do that will make you think I will join you,” I say as the smile on my face spreads, “But I promise you, I will die before I ever join you.”
He clicks his tongue as he takes a step towards me - closing the distance between us, “You see Lillith,” he starts. My name rolling off his tongue with his accent makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and I cant decipher if its good or bad. “The torture you went through all those years ago, isn’t going to compare to what I'm going to do to you.”
I roll my eyes. I fucking hate riddle talk. He grabs me by my throat and a soft whimper escapes me, “Do your worst,” I tell him. “Ive been through worse.”
He lets go of my throat and starts walking to the door, “You went through physical punishment Lillith,” he says as he continues to walk. “Im going to dig into that thick head of yours and when im done with you,” he pauses as he opens the door, “You’re going to be so submissive, so needy for me and loving every second of it. You’ll be begging by the time I'm finish with you. And I know thats something you haven’t been through.”
Before I have a chance to speak, he steps through the doorway and closes the door. Within a matter of seconds, the lights in the room shut off and I am left in nothing but complete darkness and my thoughts as I dangle from the ceiling.
**Liebling - Darling (German)**
**Arschloch - Asshole (German)**
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KING - (TWELVE)
**KONIG**
Her body molds perfectly against mine as I carried her to my air craft. I took the liberty of killing everyone else except a handful of men. I had other plans in place where I wanted to see the fire in her eyes as we fought, but I'm saving that for another time - which we’ll have plenty of. I was able to see the way she tortured Alex - ripping his skin and making his loud screams turn silent. It made my dick hard and it took everything in me to keep my composure.
I stayed holding her in my arms the whole way back to base. Her breathing was slow and calm - but as the saying goes, theres always a calm before the storm. She made a few whimpers here and there and a smile spread across my face each time. Those whimpers were innocent. The ones I'm going to force out of her will be from hell.
Everyone around me is silent as I carry her to my car. Were not staying here. Im taking her to my kingdom. To our kingdom. I can feel Whitneys stare before my eyes find hers - but only for a brief second. She's pissed and I could give a fuck less. She knew better than to get too deep. Not that we hooked up regularly.
I place Lillith in the passenger seat of my car and shut the door. I have about another hour before the sedative wears off. I made sure to make it strong for this very reason. She’ll be groggy and have a pounding headache, but that will go away in due time. A headache and feeling sluggish is about to be the least of her worries.
I get into my car and speed off to the house. Our house - she just doesn’t know it yet. My dick strains against the zipper of my pants and its becoming more painful the closer we get to our destination. Ive only been dreaming of this day since I laid eyes on her. She's mine and I’ll kill anyone who stands in the way…or attempts to.
The drive to the house usually takes me twenty minutes or so, but I made it here in half the time. My eagerness cant wait and I want her exactly how I have it pictured in my head when her eyes open. Helpless and rage filled.
I throw my car in park and it slides a few feet in the stone driveway and I waste no time getting out and going on the passenger side to get whats mine. She's still asleep. I reached down and pick her up and cradle her in my arms. I shut the passenger door with my hip and the bang from the door makes her brows furrow, but she doesn’t wake.
Three opens the door a few seconds later - having hearing me rush down the driveway. He has a shit eating grin on his face and even though he cant see mine, my eyes give me away that I have one too. “How do you think she’ll be when she wakes up?” Its a rhetorical question that he asked, but also at the same time, its not.
I laugh before answering, “Oh, she's going to be fun.”
My house is fit for a King. I made sure of it when I bought it. Its a dark brick victorian style gothic mansion. Enough rooms to house myself, my staff and any guest I choose to have over. Most of the windows are floor to ceiling and majority of the rooms have cathedral ceilings. My favorite place however, is the basement. Theres multiple stone cells with iron doors - making it impossible for anyone to escape. It stays cold and damp with no lighting except what I choose to give. Making it my captures purgatory.
Thats where were headed.
Lillith starts to stir in my arms and I pick my pace up. I know she's going to come out swinging and give me everything she's got. I cant wait to see the fire that ignites so much hatred in her. I haven’t taken her mask off yet. Even though every ounce of me is itching to see all of her beauty.
We reach downstairs and the change in temperature sends a chill down my spine. Lillith isn’t going in a cell. No, she will be in my open room where I love to torture people the most. Its an open room with only one door. One way in and one way out. Theres hooks mounted throughout the cement ceiling giving me multiple advantages to play with my “victims”. Plus, the cold down here makes it worse on them since they have to hang there and take it. There isn’t anywhere for them to curl up and reserve their heat.
We walk into the open room and Three grabs one of the two chains that hang in the center of the room. I told him what I wanted and as always, he never disappoints. He takes the metal cuff and places one on each of Lillith’s wrists. I gently lay her down on the floor. Three has the chain to her left in hand and I have the one on her right in mine. We both pull at the same time, hoisting her in the air until finally she's eye level with me.
I stand at 6’10, so there isn’t any way she can touch the ground to try and level herself. The only choice she has is to hang there and take it. Three and I begin taking any weapons she has off her. He’s lucky I trust him because anyone else would have their hands broken in every way fucking possible - down to bone splinters and their eyes plucked from their sockets from looking at her this close.
No wonder she's so fucking deadly. She has a goddamn artillery on her. “Im surprised you haven’t taken her mask off yet,” Three says as he reaches into the cargo pockets of her pants and pulls out her throwing knives.
“Trust me,” I say as my hands roam over her legs feeling for any weapons that I may have missed. At least thats part of the reason. The real reason is touching her and feeling every part of her clothed. Soon, there won’t be this much clothing between us. “As much as I want to, I want to see the look on her face when she doesn’t have a choice. She just takes what I do to her.”
Three laughs as he takes the knives and walks out of the room to put in our locked chest outside the room. I have several outside before getting to the cells. Each chest has a special made lock thats impossible to pick. You need a special key to get inside them - and if you lose the key, you might as well say goodbye to whatever is in the chest.
Three returns empty handed and I hand him what I retrieved. More throwing knives, extra mags, two pistols, a few frags, stim shots, smoke grenades and a few semtex. I believe she was trying to blow up the fucking building that Alex was in. Three leaves to put the rest of her stuff in the chest and returns.
I run my hands over her waist and down her legs. I don’t bother taking her vest off and theres a reason for that. “You’ve got it bad man,” Three says as he pulls out a cigarette and lights it. The whitish grey smoke escaping his lips as he exhales. I don't mind if he smokes down here, but in the house, its off limits. But I don’t have to tell him that. He knows.
Lillith stirs and a soft whimper escapes her lips and it goes straight to my dick. I haven’t even touched her yet and she's getting me hard. But who am I fooling? My dick has been getting hard just from scenarios in my head that haven’t happened….yet.
“You ready to play?” Three asks me. I don’t even look at him to know he’s got a grin on his face. He’s the happiest fucker I know, but right now, Im fucking giddy. I don’t answer his question because its rhetorical - as always. Fuck playing, he knows I'm ready to fucking devour.
Lilith slowly moves her head and her brows furrow. Coming off any sedative makes you sensitive in the worst way. The dimmest lights are as bright as the sun and just someone breathing feels like you’re banging on your head on a wall with each breath. The two combined make for a nasty nauseous feeling.
I step forward, getting closer to her. I want to be the first thing she sees when she wakes, since I was the last thing she saw before she went out. The sedative will make her feel like it was a really bad dream and she partied too hard the night before. Just in this case, it wasn’t a dream and her worst nightmare has come true.
Her eyes flutter open and shut as she slowly lifts her head. Each time her eyes flutter open, they stay open a bit longer, but I know she's disoriented. I made sure to put that in there. Finally, her eyes stay open but they’re heavy as they scan the room - stopping on me.
“Hello Liebling.”
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KING - (ELEVEN)
**Lillith**
Its pitch black - which could be a good thing or a bad thing. My fingers twitch - ready to take the soul from someone. We exit off the helo, except for Nik. He’s staying back to be a lookout and to also be ready to get us the fuck out of here if shit goes sideways.
The place here in Bamberg, Germany is creepy as hell. Its an all black facility with dark orange lights sporadically around the area. It almost looks like a plant, but not as big. Thank God for night vision.
“You know the layout of this place?” Gaz asks me.
“Sadly no,” I say as I sling my AR over my shoulder and reposition the sling to sit more comfortably. I prefer my knifes or hands, but my guns get me out of last minute situations. I guess you could say the best of both worlds. “My guess is Alex is either in the middle of this place or the very top. Something that isn’t so easy to access and he has time to get a head start if someone here is looking for him.”
“Where do you want us to go?” Rosa asks. She's a good operator. Quick on her feet and hands, but her downfall is her stealth. She's had some close calls in the past, but her quickness makes up for it I guess.
“I want everyone to stay out of any light. If theres multiple, be smart,” I say looking around at everyone. I pull my mask over my face and adjust it so it sits like it normally would - over my nose. My helmet covers the top of my head and my night vision goggles are mounted on top. The only thing you see if my green eyes and even those have black paint over them. Its my signature look.
“Rosa and Soap, you two clear the right side. Gaz and John, you clear the left side,” I say as I look at the last member who has yet to be named or assigned, “Casper, you’re coming with me straight down the center.”
Rosa and Soap snort and Ghost narrows his eyes at me. “And for the love of anything Holy or Unholy, do not let anyone call from their radio and set the alarms.” Thats the last thing we need.
Everyone agrees and bumps arms for good luck I guess. Ive never been on a team, so thats the only thing that makes logical sense. Ghost gives me a look and I start walking forward. The center of this place has the most lights - and its not that I don’t trust everyone else, I would rather take on the hardest part. It allows me to think, which allows me to get my mind off other things.
“Casper huh?” Ghost says. We’re all wearing ear pieces so it comes straight to our ears allowing us to talk in a whisper where other people cant hear us.
“Don't cry about it,” I say with a grin, “Its a joke, not a dick.”
Rosa chimes in, “Something you should try to get.”
Thats the downside of these fucking comms. And another reason I like working alone.
I hear Soap snort, “Whys that?”
“Don't answer it,” I say as Ghost follows behind me - both of us close to the walls of this place.
“Because she’s so stressed out. She needs someone to fuck that attitude out of her,” she pauses and the comms is deathly silent. “Which is something she's never had before.”
I scoff, “Oh, I have too.”
I stop when I see movement ahead. Ghost stops right behind me and I can feel him pressing against my back, “If you have Widow, they didn’t know what they were doing,” he says dangerously low. Even though it was through our ear pieces, he said it right next to my ear. I close my eyes as I try to push those thoughts somewhere else. Somewhere being…my pussy.
“I agree with Ghosty,” Rosa replies almost immediately.
I snort at her nickname to him, “I will slit your fucking throat,” he replies back. It wasn’t a joke, but a promise.
“Only if you promise to make it painful.” Jesus, can she say anything without it being sexual. Ghost lets out a frustrated sigh and my anxiety sits in when I noticed we haven’t heard anything from Price and Gaz.
I go to speak, “Two guys ahead smoking cigarettes.” Its Price. I reach behind me and tap Ghosts leg to get his attention and then signal for the movement ahead. He gives me two taps on the side of my thigh and we move forward - death within the shadows.
Theres also two men in front of us talking to each other with their backs turned. If they were smart, they would be facing each other to guard each other. Fucking rookies. “Rosa, do you and Soap have two men too?”
“Affirmative,” Soap says through the comms.
“It wont be my first time taking two men,” Rosa chimes in with her whorish comments.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I love her confidence, but no wonder she cant find a good man. She throws herself at anyone and anything. I hear a few grunts through my ear piece and that lets me know that they dropped their bodies with knives.
“Was war das?” The guy on the left ahead of Ghost and I says. Their body language is stiff and on high alert. I reach down and loop my middle finger into the hoop of one of my throwing knives. Carefully, I pull it out and grab it in my hand, finagling it until the tip of the blade is between my pointer finger and thumb. This makes throwing the knife easier - but that also depends on the weight distribution of the knife as well. Mine, perfectly balanced.
I take in a breath and exhale as I throw. The knife flips through the air in a perfectly straight line and finds its home at the base of the guy on the lefts neck. Before the other guard can react, Ghost throws his knife - the crunch of bone as it dives into the guys skull is music to my ears. No doubt he has a faster throw with more power behind it. He's a big guy - which means more force.
Both guards drop and we quietly move forward to them. We each grab them by the back of the collars of their shirts and drag them into the darkness. We cant have our new friends being seen yet.
I search the guard that I killed - specifically looking for a radio, but there isn’t one. Too be sure their only form of communication isn’t on a cell phone. Could be, and they just have a tracker. Ive seen that before. I grab my knife from the guards neck. Pulling a little harder since its lodged between bone. The suction sound it makes as it breaks free and the blood pours is a beautiful masterpiece.
I wipe the blood off the blade on my pants and repocket the blade. I never leave my weapons behind - unless I absolutely have to. Ghost also does the same. He presses one foot on the guys neck to hold him down as he forcefully jerks the knife out of the dudes skull. The cracking sound of his head splitting even more would cause anyone to squirm, and he eyes me to see if it does. He has a long road of shit ahead if he thinks the sound of bones breaking or blood squirting gives me the ick. I find the melody to be relaxing.
Psychotic I know.
“Both bodies executed to the left,” Gaz says through our ear piece.
“Both bodies done for on the right,” Soap replies.
They must travel in pairs. Smart, to a certain extent. Ghost and I walk forward - listening to any movement and he keeps checking behind us every few steps to make sure were not going to get fucked from behind. We come to an opening and I look to the left - theres two men. I look to the right, theres another two.
“Theres four in front of me,” Price says low. “Two about twenty yards ahead and then two more another twenty yards back.”
The comms go quiet for a bit when I see the figures to my left moving slowly with precision. “Price,” I say out in a whisper.
“Yeah Darling?”
I have a feeling we reached a dead end here, “Hold your right hand in the air.” The two guys in the shadows to my left stop. Then the guy on the left holds his right hand in the air.
I breathe out a frustrated sigh. I hear movement to my right. Its Soap and Rosa. “Well that wasn’t as fun as I thought it was going to be. Two guys?” Rosa starts. Im waiting on a whorish comment. “Im just saying.” Here we go. “Three is a charm.”
I can hear the eye rolling off everyone - myself included. “Can you please keep it in your pants and act like a fucking operator for fucks sake?” My tone not being the friendliest.
She rolls her eyes and lets out a huff. I look around us. Its a fucking ghost town and its eerie. To be sure, the guy has to have more men than just six around here.
“What wrong?” Ghost asks.
I shake my head before turning back to the team, “I don’t know. Six men? You mean to tell me he only has six men guarding this place?”
“Maybe he has the inside?” For once, Rosa actually says something that could make sense.
“Yeah, but why have all your eggs in one basket? If shit hits the fan, thats more lives lost than if they were spread out,” I counter. Something isn’t adding up. “Lets move into the building. Spread out as much as we can. Price and I will take lead. Ghost and Rosa, follow behind, but keep your distance. I want to make it seem like when someone hears us, they think its just two people,” I take a breath, “Gaz and Soap, you will be my anchors. Follow even further back - in case we miss anything.”
Everyone nods and we head towards the building. Its not as big as it looks when you're a thousand feet in the air. Its a three story building with minimal windows. The wear and tear shows its age, but its sturdy. Not a bad place for what he’s using it for.
Price and I stand on each side of the door with our backs pressed against the wall. Ghost squats down in front of me with his AR on his shoulder ready for whoever is on the other side. Rosa is squatted down in front of Price the same. Gaz and Soap stand a few feet back with their guns drawn. This way, anyone inside will get hit from all angles, but us, you’ll never know which direction were coming.
Ghost reaches out and turns the knob on the door. My brows furrow a bit when it unlocks - like Alex was waiting for us. He quietly lets go of the knob and eases the door open with the barrel of his gun. The door creaks just a bit and everyone stops breathing to listen for any movement on the other side.
I watch Ghost shake his head ‘no’ - not taking his eyes off the room before him. Another gut feeling sinks in that something is off. Price and I are the first ones to enter. Followed by Gaz and Soap - then Rosa and Ghost since they took point.
The inside of the building is dimly lit. Its one long corridor with no doorways or openings. Just one long hallway thats about a few hundred feet long. I join Price up front and the rest follow suit with our formation.
We quietly walk down the hallway - my left hand gripping one of my pistols in my thigh holster and my right hand is gripping on of the throwing knives. Perks of being ambidextrous in the field. We reach what looks like a wall, but its the end of this straight corridor and our next place is to turn right.
“Is this place a maze?” Rosa whispers out. “The feeling in here is off.” Another thing she says thats true and not sexual - thank fuck.
A chill runs up my spine when I feel eyes on me. I stop and so does everyone else. “What is it?” Gaz asks.
I shake my head - indicating its nothing, but I can feel someone close by…and I don’t like it. I take a few more steps forward and finally, I hear voices.
“U nas byla sdelka,” I hear a Russian guy scream out. Alex. He’s on the phone with someone and its obvious they just pissed him off. “Ty ne znayesh', s kem svyazalsya.”
“Why would a Alex be in Germany doing business if he’s Russian?” Price asks to not anyone in particular.
“Thats what were going to find out,” I tell them as I unholster my gun and turn the corner with it pointed. The rest of the team following my lead.
Alex has his back to us and my eyes quickly scan the room. Theres no one else here. Just him. “Povernis' k chertu!” I yell out. Alex jumps and tries to pull the gun from his waistband in mid turn. I fire a round in his shoulder and rush towards him. I pull the blade with my other hand and stab him exactly where my bullet went - sending him to the floor screaming.
He hits the floor hard - his head bouncing off the concrete floor. I kick the gun away from him as I reholster my gun. I leave the knife in for the fun I'm about to have. I jerk him up with both hands fisted in his shirt and throw him in the chair thats behind his desk.
I guess this is his office. Bland. It has a small desk with paperwork scattered over it. A wooden chair and one filing cabinet. Theres no pictures or anything on the walls. Just grey concrete. My only issue, there’s only one way in and one way out. So if we get ambushed, our backs will be against the wall…literally. I flip my night vision goggles up to see better in the lit room, and everyone else does the same.
“Bring the chair to the side of the desk and tie his legs to the legs of the chair. Leave his left arm out, but restrain his right one,” I tell Soap and Ghost as they pull out zip ties from their vests. I have a game I want to play.
Alex tries to get out of the chair, but Ghost punches him straight in the face. Blood pouring from his nose immediately and I'm almost fairly certain its broke. “When did you learn Russian?” Soap asks as he ties Alex’s right leg and right arm in place.
“Im fluent in several languages. It helps speed up the interrogations when they try to bullshit you,” I respond. “Alex, you speak English?”
Alex looks up at me with a sinister look and spits. Blood covering my boots and some of my pants. I walk over to him and reach for the knife in his shoulder, but his free arms grabs my wrist and attempts to break it. He did exactly what I wanted him to do.
Thats cute.
I jerk my arm away and grab his free hand with my left hand - my right grabs another knife. I immediately stab his hand to the desk, right between his ring finger and pinky. He lets out a blood curdling scream and tries to move his hand. Its not going anywhere. I stabbed it not only through his tissue, muscle and bone - but also in the wooden desk. Plus, the top of the blade, which is the thickest is facing me. The sharpest side is facing towards him. Theres a reason for that and its fucking painful.
“Do you speak English?” I ask again in a cheerful voice. This is my happy place. Hearing people scream from my torture.
“Fuck you bitch!” He seethes as blood spits across my face. It doesn’t bother me.
I grab the knife in his shoulder and twist. He lets out a silent scream as the squelching sound of blood and tissue mix. Its a lullaby that can put me to sleep. “Im sorry, what was that?”
I twist the knife in the other direction as blood now pours from the wound. I can feel the tip of the metal blade scrape against the metal fragment of the bullet. His breathing is becoming heavier. He’s losing a lot of blood, so his heart is trying to pump as much as it can to stay alive - but at the same time, its killing him faster. A catch twenty two. “I said,” he pauses to take a few breaths as blood drips from his lips, “Fuck you…bitch.”
God, I wish he could see the grin on my face. “Fuck me?” I say standing straight up and pointing my pointer finger at myself. My tone mocking.
I take a few steps back and turn towards everyone in the room. Rosa’s complexion is now a few shades lighter. She's never been the one for gore - which has always made me question her field choice. I asked her one time about it and she just said ‘because it felt right’. Whatever the fuck thats supposed to mean. However, everyone else’s eyes are dilated - wanting more. I remove my AR from over my shoulder and prop it against the desk - giving me access to do what Im about to do.
“Fuck me,” I say with a slight laugh and everyone else gives a chuckle too - even Rosa, the best she can. “Hm.” I turn back around and bring my foot to Alex’s chest - pushing him and the chair back so tilts back. A scream I've heard from many men fill the room - as well as the sound of flesh ripping. The knife on the table stays in place, but his hand is beyond fucked up.
The chair falls back and crushes his other arm beneath him, breaking it. I immediately stand over him and grab his mutilated hand - three of his fingers in my left hand and the other two in my right. “I can be a cordial person Alex,” I say as I begin to pull my hands apart. Blood from his hand pours out as I rip the skin even more.
Rosa adds her dry heaving to the mixture of sounds within the room. “I asked a simple question, but yet you gave me a fucked up answer. So,” I pause, ripping the skin even more - exposing bone. His screams now becoming silent and the color draining from his skin as sweat pours from his body. He's going into shock. “To make it fair, I gave you a fucked up hand.”
The knife through the hand is one of my favorites. If I wanted it to be quick and a clean cut, I would have positioned the knife the other way so the sharp edge would give a clean cut and be less painful. I cant have that. I need them to feel every rip. Every tear and every fucking ounce of anything else I give to whoever is begging me or at the mercy of my hands.
“Who is UNKNOWN?” I ask through gritted teeth. The blood coating his hand is making it harder to pull, but thats fine. I have something else for that too. My eyes drift to his and I see he’s drifting in and out of conciseness. I let go of his hand and reach into my vest and pull out a syringe. I flip the cap and stab it into the center of his chest - immediately pushing the clear liquid into his body. I throw the syringe across the room and wait for the liquid to take effect.
Adrenaline.
The pupils of his eyes dilate to straight needles as he takes in a gasp of air, “You’re not fucking done until I say you’re done. And I've got all day.”
I slap him across the face - a bloody handprint to leave as a reminder. “Lets try an easier question,” I say, “Where are your men?”
His chest heaves up and down from the drug I gave him, “You…killed them.”
I snort, “In this whole place, you only had six men guarding it. Give me something I’ll believe.”
His face scrunches in confusion, “Six?,” he says almost out of breath. “Theres at least fifty men here.”
That gut feeling sinks back in, but this time the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I cock my head to the side to look at Ghost, “We need to lea-.” I see something move out the corner of my eye.
I go to speak, but several cans are thrown into the room and immediately spray gas in the air - filling the small room. For once, I don’t wear my gas mask and fucking regret it. I cover my mouth with my arm and grab my gun. Trying to stab someone in a fog of smoke is like bringing a knife to a gun fight…literally. You don’t have a good chance.
The team starts coughing and I hear bodies hitting the floor as wheezing follows suit. My eyes grow heavy as I go towards the door frame to get out of this gas and to also kill whoever the fuck threw it. My legs get weak and my body feels heavy, but I manage to get to the opening and lean against the door way.
I cant help it, my lungs start to burn and I start coughing. Fuck. My eyes grow heavy as I step out into the clear opening. Six men have their guns aimed at me - each with green lasers centered on my vest. They’re ceramic plates - which are the best, but they’re not invincible.
I take a few steps back, my gun going back and forth with all six men. My hand shakes and keeps dipping with each breath. Whatever was in that gas, wasn’t just for a smoke out, but some kind of sedative.
My back finally hits something hard and I rest my head against the uneven surface to try and collect myself. My mind is foggy and my whole body at this point weighs a million pounds. The gun drops from my hand. A deep growl from behind me causes the panic inside me to set in, but on the outside, theres nothing I can do - just like it was a few years ago. Its happening all over again.
I push off the hard surface the best I can on shaking legs and turn around. My blood runs cold when I see the person standing before me. It was a set up and he planned it.
“Konig.” Its a soft whisper. Thats all I can manage before my legs give out and my body falls into him. He huge arms wrap around me and pick me up as my head rests against his shoulder. My eyes fight to stay open as my body feels like its floating, but weighing me down at the same time.
“Leave the rest,” he says. His accent thick. “We got what we came here for.”
I swallow hard at his words and before the darkness consumes me, the last thing I see is his green eyes staring down at me.
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Was war das? - What as that? (German)
U nas byla sdelka - We had a deal (Russian)
Ty ne znayesh', s kem svyazalsya - You dont know who you’re fucking dealing with (Russian)
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KING - (TEN)
**Lillith**
Ive been in bed for the past two hours and all I can do is stare at the ceiling. The fan is the only thing in my room making noise, but my mind is far louder. I don’t have a set game plan for tomorrow, but really, we can come up with one on our way to our location. This UNKNOWN guy isn’t for sure going to be there. Sure, he’s the one were after, but as long as I can get to Alex, I’ll get the answers I need. No doubt about that.
I turn over on my side - staring out at the window. Its pitch black, but what else can I expect whenever I live underground. Maybe install some halogen lights on a timer so I can recreate the soft warm glow of a sunrise and sunset.
My phone begins its rhythmic buzz, letting me know someone is calling. I reach for my nightstand and grab the vibrating device. My blood runs cold when I see the name across my screen.
Rachel.
I immediately swap to answer, “Yeah,” I say with anticipation. I sit up in bed heading to my closet to get dressed.
“Lil, calm down. I was just calling to hear your voice,” she pauses and I come to a halt - my anxiety settling down, but my heart rate still on flight response. “Plus, Katie wanted to talk to you.”
“Rachel,” I say sounding out of breath, “I told you to only call if there was an emergency.”
She sighs and I know she means well, but I have to take every precaution that I can, “I know…but I miss you and Katie has been asking when you’re coming.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose and take a few deep breaths. I love my sister, but her and my niece know that communication with me needs to be kept at a bare minimum. In my line of work, all someone would need is the slightest bit of information. “Hows her therapy going?” I ask, changing the subject.
Rachel wait a few seconds, I'm assuming to gather what she's about to say, “She’s starting to remember.”
Fuck.
I exhale a much needed breath, “I have to go Rachel.”
My sister on the other end of the phone gives an aggravated sigh, “You cant keep running from this Lillith.” She never uses my full name unless she's upset - and that just makes the guilt weigh on me even more.
“I know,” I say with a shaky breath as tears swell over my eyes, “I’ll come visit soon.”
“I cant keep lying to her about when you’re coming Lillith. That isn’t fair to her,” Rachels voice still stern. I get it. If the shoe was on the other foot, I’d be the same way.
I sniffle as the tears spill over and run down my cheeks, “Give her a kiss for me. I have to go,” I pause, but speak again before she has a chance to, “I love you Rachel.” I pull the phone from my ear and hang up as I hear her start talking, but the blood rushing to my ears drowns out what she was saying.
I throw my phone on the bed and head to the joined bathroom - the lights making me squint my eyes. I head towards the shower and turn it on - steam filling the glass box and rolling out onto the marble floors. I strip my clothes and step in, shutting the door behind me.
I don't need to shower, but I feel the water will wash some one my guilt and sins away. Im not perfect by any means. Fuck skeletons, I have demons in my closet that are begging to get out. Scratching at the door letting me know with one wrong move, they're going to lurch out and devour me. And thats not something I can afford right now.
I place my hands on the cool stone wall as the water runs over my head and down my body. I hiss at the temperature and see red lines forming where the water runs. It reminds me of lava when a volcano erupts. No one knows the path of the magma, but it burns red and leaves behind marks as it dries and hardens.
Tears continue to roll down my face as it mixes with the water. I hate closing my eyes because every time I do, I'm back in hell. Back where all this shit started. I didn’t have a perfect life growing up and I damn sure haven’t had the best deck of cards handed to me in adulthood either. Ive always welcomed the darkness, but theres this dim light in me that wants to welcome the light so it can burn brighter.
“Is that from when you were captured?”
My eyes shoot open and my heart pounds in my chest. I cock my head to the side and see a masked man at the shower door. Its him. “Don’t you know anything about fucking manners?!”
Ghost snorts, “Im sorry, I thought those were out the window with you reading into our lives.”
I turn the water off and turn around to face him. Really, I don’t give a fuck if I'm dressed or not. Im not here to impress him or anyone for that matter. I can see his jaw tighten through his mask as his eyes roam over my wet naked body, “Be pissed all you want, I'm not apologizing for it,” I say as I walk to him and open the door more than what he already had it.
“Can you fucking move?” I hate that I have to look up to him. To his arrogance, but we both know I can have him on his fucking knees looking up at me within seconds. I’ll let him think he’s the one holding the reigns for now. Tomorrow, will be a different story.
“You’re not supposed to stand under the water with your eyes open,” he says disregarding my rhetorical question. The fuck? I furrow my brows at his statement and before I can ask what the hell he means, he continues, “Im assuming thats why your eyes are red and your face is puffy.”
Fuck. The last thing I need is him adding that I have feelings because Im a human being to his list of things thats wrong with me. “Thanks,” I say dryly as I push past him, “I’ll keep that in mind.”
My wet feet slap against the marble floors as I go to my sink and grab a towel that was resting on top of the vanity. Even though the mirrors are foggy, I can feel his eyes on me. “Why the fuck were you even watching me shower anyway? Thats a bit perverted, even for you Simon Riley.”
I know calling him anything other than his rank or call sign aggravates the fuck out of him. “I’ll answer yours if you answer mine.”
Dick.
I wrap the towel around me and turn to face him, “Yes.”
He nods his head slowly, taking in my answer, “What actually happened to you?”
I snort, “This isn’t a one way street and I'm not playing twenty one questions with you. I answered yours, now answer mine.”
My eyes watch his dark one and I swear I've never seen a shade of brown so dark, “I had to pee. When I opened the door, I realized you were in here,” he pauses and takes a step towards me, “Then I heard you sniffling and realized you were crying.”
“You going to hold that against me too?” I bite back.
He takes a few more steps and stands before me, looking down at me like I'm some child, “No. We all have bad days in this field, Lillith.” I can deny that pulse that just went straight to my pussy when he said my name. I know I shouldn’t give this asshole the time or day, but Simon Ghost Riley doesn’t bullshit around either. He keeps the few friends he has close, but damn sure has his enemies closer.
I clear my throat and go to speak, but yet again, he beats me to it, “I like the tattoos by the way.”
I forget I have them honestly. I wear all black gear that covers everything - gloves too. So when I do take them off, I forget I'm a painted canvas. “I got them done after…” I trail off making it known what it was from.
I have a left sleeve that is completely black and grey and my right leg sleeve the same. Its of different things that all come together, but its neat to look at if I'm wearing a tank top and shorts. A little yin-yang effect. “Theres some things I will take to my grave, whenever that may be.”
He nods, understanding that my capture is one of those things. Its not something I want to relive. I step and walk around him to go back into my bedroom. “Lillith,” he says and I stop and turn to look at him. “I know what it was like.” To a certain extent, he does. Like me, he was also captured, but everyone knows his story. Mine, theres multiple versions and they are all untrue.
“But you don’t,” I say with my voice shaking. “You will never experience what I went through and I hope to God, you never do.” I turn back around and walk into my bedroom, shutting the door and leaving Simon Ghost Riley and that conversation to wash down the drain.
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I barely got any sleep last night. Between the conversation with my sister and the interrogator in the bathroom, it wasn’t one of my best nights. Ive been through worst, but a loud mind is probably one of the worst things a person can experience - and right now, I'm at a fucking concert.
The roar of the helo drowns out most of my thoughts as I sit on the bench - leaned up against the helos metal walls. I haven’t explained my mission and how I want it to go yet, but I feel like its also self explanatory. Ghost sits beside me. Our legs occasionally touching from the shake of the helicopter. I don't mind it. Sometimes a touch of another person, regardless how small, is something you need to keep yourself grounded.
I lean up, rest my elbows on my knees and hang my head. Im ready to go ahead and get this shit over with. I need someone to piss me off in Germany so I can feel the rush that I crave. I need that high of hearing someones skull crack as I drive my knife in it. To feel their blood spray across my face. Some people will take the warm ocean water spray, I however prefer the blood of my enemies. Poetic and romantic.
“You good, darling?” Captain Price asks me.
I raise my head and nod. Everyone is watching me. Im sure they are wondering the same thing - what the fuck is she doing?
I stand to my feet, grabbing one of the fabric hooks hanging from the top of the helo to support myself. “The mission is simple. Kill and capture.” I look around the helo and everyone nods. “My main concern right now is Alex. If we can get him to talk, then we can find out who this UNKNOWN guy is. Kill anyone who gets in our way.”
I take in a deep breath as my heart rate picks up. Im getting excited, “Do not kill Alex or UNKNOWN. I want them both alive and hopefully both coming back with us. Understood?”
Everyone nods in unison. Perfect. “The place is going to be heavily guarded. Use your knives as much as you can unless you have a suppressor. I don’t want to ring the alarm before we get close to our target.”
“What if he isn’t there?” Soap asks adding another voice to the conversation.
“Theres no reason he shouldn’t be. This is his only place. He’s spent too much money trying to get his hands on anything nuclear, there isn’t anywhere else for him to go,” I reply back to not just him, but everyone as well.
Rosa raises her hand with a grin on her face, “I have a question.”
Im not in the mood for her right now, but I’ll bite, “What?”
The smile on her face grows, “What if he’s there?”
I roll my eyes and take in a deep breath to calm the demon in me, “As I said before, kill anyone who gets in our way.”
The rest of the flight is quiet - other than the few conversations between 141 and of course Rosa chiming in with her perverted self. I did end up sitting in the cockpit with Nik to keep him company.
He holds up three fingers to me - indicating to change the channel on the radio through the helo. I change the channel so its only Nik and I on this line. “Whats wrong?”
Nik knows when something is wrong. Ive been around him long enough, “Rachel called me last night.”
He jerks his head towards me, “Lil, if you want me to turn around…”
I interrupt him, “No, it wasn’t that kind of call. She was just checking in.”
I continue to look ahead through the darkness, but can see Niks head going back from looking at me to ahead to make sure were still flying in the clear, “Hows Katie?”
Its a question that I don’t answer. I lean back against the seat and stare straight ahead. Nik reaches out and grabs my hand and gives a light squeeze. Its not intimate, but assuring. He’s like my best friend who doesn’t judge me. He’s always been there when I needed him. He's seen me at my worst and helped me get to my best.
I close my eyes and I hear him say through the radio, “Twenty minutes until we land.”
Good because Im ready to stack bodies.
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KING - (NINE)
KONIG
Hearing her say my name makes my dick even harder - painful even. Sure, I have whores around base that I like to use to relieve some much needed pressure, but ever since I made her my mission, I've remained abstinent, and its getting harder to control. I have a plan for my little devil, but I don’t know if I will be able to draw it out as much as I want to.
“Sounds like wheels up tomorrow,” Three says with a shit grin on his face. He knows how bad I want her. The bodies I would stack getting to her. She doesn’t know it yet, but I'm what she is missing. Either way, she will learn to love it. And if not, she will learn to live with it.
My eyes go to Three and he can see the excitement in mine. Sure, my mask covers everything, but my eyes - but even my green orbs can show my mood. “I thought so,” he says with his grin getting even wider - showing his straight white teeth. He turns on heel and heads to my door - shutting it behind him. Leaving me alone with my thoughts and the one words coming off her lips that she will learn to scream - my name.
She's planning on going against a fucking invisible person who only shows up when theres already a knife in your back. Ive seen the guy once, and I was impressed - which says a lot. Not much impresses me.
I lean back in my chair and rest my head back against the top part of it, staring at the ceiling. I have multiple plans going through my head with how I want this to go tomorrow. I need it to be perfect, with little room for error. Correction, no room for error.
I lean up and grab my cell, unlocking it and pressing Three’s contact. It rings twice before he answers, “Miss me already?” The humor in his voice tells me he’s excited about tomorrow too. If anyone else would address me that way, I would personally rip their tongue from their mouth and pull each tooth individually so they wont be able to speak at all - but Three is my right hand man. One I'm the most lenient with.
“Grab some men and meet me in the briefing room in thirty. We need to go over how I want tomorrow to go,” I tell him. He doesn’t say anything and hangs up. Again, its Three and I know I wont have to worry about him letting me down.
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Im the last one in the briefing room. Three grabbed six other men - so that will make eight all together. Perfect. It gives each of them their own person since theres now six on the Task Force. Seven if you count Nik, but I know he’ll be operating the helo. Two extra men on my side means less I have to worry about. I care about my men as long as they get the job done, but dying means they failed me. Cold hearted, I know, but in this type of world it will chew you up and shit you out for shits and giggles.
“Gentleman,” I say as I walk to the front of the room. The doors are at the back of the room and the room slants down. I know its weird for men who kill people to sit with their back to the doors, but it keeps them on high alert - not knowing who will come through the door…so I'm doing them a favor by keeping their senses strong. A little reverse psychology.
They each nod their head as I pass by - its a way to show their respect. As I've said before, Im a King and this is my Kingdom. Kings get bowed at from their courts to show their respect and I expect no difference. Three stands at the front room with his arms crossed over his chest, leaned against the wall.
“Tomorrow is an important day. The mission on hand is one that will go smoothly,” I pause, “So pay attention. Any error and you will suffer at my hands.” Each man, besides Three, nods their head in agreement. Im proud of my team. I train strong men. Women in this field cant handle my training, so they usually tend to wounds or meals. It may seem sexist, but they are given the same treatment as my men, they just cant handle it.
My mind goes to my little devil. I know she will be able to handle me - whether she likes it or not. My heart accelerates a bit more knowing tomorrow she will be with me - putting up a fight, I hope. “Its a kill and capture mission,” I say. “Bamberg, Germany is the location. Alex Igor is the secondary suspect. As you all know, he’s a main weapons trade dealer, but the main person of interest, is a guy named UNKNOWN.” My eyes drift around the room as I see a few men tense. If I'm being honest, the dude sends a faint chill down my spine too, but not enough to make me flinch.
“But that isn’t the mission,” I say as I turn to Three. He’s still leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, but with that same smirk across his face. I look out at my team for tomorrow and their brows scrunch in confusion, “Task Force 141 will be there to interrogate Alex - hoping to find a location on UNKNOWN.”
“So we take out 141?” My eyes divert to the left of the room to the sandy blonde. Jeremy Flogs. Everyone used to call him flogger thanks to his last name on his old team - that was until he tackled the guy to the ground and gouged the dudes eyes out with his thumbs. He was discharged and banned from that team. I however took him in and gave him a higher rank. This dude is nasty in hand to hand combat.
“No,” I say firmly. “We kill any of Igors guys. Task Force 141 remains unharmed.”
The men in front of me look around at each other. I know they are waiting for me to laugh or change my mind. “Colonel, we’ve been trying to take them out for years…,” Zeke says sitting in front of me - another recruit with anger issues.
“Im aware,” I say as I lean against the desk behind me and cross my foot over the other - as well as my arms, “Im saving them for something special.”
“So who are we capturing? UNKNOWN?” Jeremy asks.
If they could see the devilish smirk beneath my mask, “Widow.” Everyone freezes at the mention of her name. No one other than Three knows my intentions with her. Of course, everyone else here thinks Im going to torture and kill her like everyone else wants too. To say they won the biggest trophy. The biggest fish in the sea, but the only way I will take her life is if she takes mine too.
“You all do what you have to do. Just because I instructed that 141 doesn’t die, doesn’t mean they go unharmed. Widow is mine and everyone in this room does what they deem necessary. Anyone else, is free game and handle them how you want,” I say as I get off the desk to walk out of the briefing room. “Wheels up at 1500 and don’t disappoint me,” I finish off as I close the door.
I feel like a kid on Christmas - well a normal kid. I didn’t have the loving parents who showered their offsprings with gifts. I was lucky to have a warm meal and a soft place to sleep, but this, this is what it must’ve felt like waiting on a non existent person to arrive with nonsense.
I walk the halls of the base to the lot outside. My house isn't far from here and although I have a room set up, I prefer sleeping in my own home…in my own bed. Plus, theres a few extra things I need to do before I bring home my…present.
I exit out and the cool night engulfs me. Even with my gear still on, I can still feel it wrap around me. I dig into the pocket of my black tactical pants and pull out my key fob to my all black Porsche 911. I click the unlock button twice and hear my doors unlock. Footsteps approaching me causes the hair on the back of my neck to stand. Its too late out here for anyone to be coming up to me.
I stop and turn on heel as a familiar face stands before me.
Whitney.
“You haven’t been returning my calls,” she says as she reaches out and runs her hand down my arm to my hand.
I turn my body, making her hand fall and giving her a hint to not touch me. “If I wanted to talk to you Whitney, I would’ve answered.” She's one of the nurses here on my base, and one of the few who took care of more than a few bandages on me.
She scoffs, but then tries to recoup by bringing her hand up again to my arm, “I was thinking, since its been a few months, I could help relieve some str-“
I grab her wrist before she touches my arms and squeeze - not only cutting off her sentence, but also the circulation to her hand. I feel something pop in her wrist and something tells me to break it fully, “Konig, you’re hurting me.”
“You think I fucking care?,” I say with my voice low. “You obviously don’t know boundaries. So here, let me help you,” I say with gritted teeth as I squeeze a little harder - making a yelp come out of her, “You were just a one time fuck. Your mouth was good for a few times, but don’t think you and I will ever be anything Whitney. You’re just like the rest of the insecure whores out there. Now find someone else to fuck,” I say as I fling her wrist from my hands. She falls to the ground, tears streaming down her face as she cradles her wrist in her other hand.
I get to my car and get in - driving off and not giving a fuck about the whore in the rear view. Theres a reason why I haven’t touched Whitney or anyone else in the last few months. Ive never came in a woman - well not in their pussy anyway. Many times down their throats, but theres only one woman who will get that luxury. And I'm saving as much of my cum as I can to load into her. She’ll learn to enjoy it. Love it and by the time I'm done with her, it will be too late for anyone else to save her.
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KING - (EIGHT)
**Lillith**
My footsteps echo down the hallway as I walk towards my room. Fuck! I forgot my phone. I turn on heel and head back downstairs to the living room. I hear Rosa talking and come to a stop - trying to listen to what she's talking about. With her, it could literally be anything.
“Theres one more,” she says. One more what? John asks the obvious, who and my ears strain to hear the answer.
“Konig.”
I freeze as the blood rushes to my ears. The silence in the room is ear piercing and the shiver that just ran down my spine tells me this conversation is not meant for me to hear. What else did they talk about? How long did it take me to get to my room?
I clear my throat as I walk down the stairs - letting everyone know I'm here. Also to let them know I may or may not have heard anything else. My eyes lock on Rosa’s and her body stiffens - a clear sign of guilt.
“What about him?” I egg on. Thats a tactic I like to use. Say little, but act like you know a lot. Everyone else turns to look at me. Thats the beauty of hiding in the shadows - the element of surprise.
Rosa clears her throat, “We were talking about people in our line of work who wear masks to hide their identity.”
I take my last step off the stairs and stalk over to my phone, saying nothing.
“You scared of him?” Ghost asks me. The tone in his voice making it known he’s pushing.
I snort, “No. Im not afraid of anyone,” I pause, “I think I have made that part of my reputation crystal fucking clear,” I say not taking my eyes off his dark ones.
“But there is something about him,” Soap says as if he grabbed the baton from his Lieutenant and kept pushing.
I let my head fall back and let out a sigh, “I don’t know him. I don’t know much about him. Which means…I don’t trust him.”
Their captain gets up from the couch and makes his way to the kitchen, “Yeah darling, but you don’t know much about us either.”
“I know enough,” my tone firm.
A snort to my left makes me turn my head slowly, “Its got to be something. I mean,” Ghost pauses before leaning up and resting his elbows on his knees, “You say one thing, but your body says another at the mention of his name.”
I say nothing and stare into his dark colored eyes. “An old lover maybe?”
“Oh fuck you,” I spit.
“Maybe she is right,” he pauses, “Maybe you do ha-.”
Ghost goes to say, but Nik cuts him off, “He’s a sick fuck.”
“How so?” Gaz asks - reminding us that he is still here. The guy rarely fucking talks.
“His torturing methods. The shit he does to people,” Nik continues.
Ghost snorts, “Its no different than her.” He says as his eyes find mine as if I'm not even here.
I jerk my head back in annoyance, “And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
He stands and walks towards me. His body towering over me, “You mean to tell me, Konig has you beat when it comes to mutilating bodies and the shit you do to get information? Im not buying it. We all know how you got your call sign, so telling me that something a fucking Colonel does grosses you out…give me some other fucking excuse that sounds better.” He turns on heel and walks towards the stairs to go to his room.
What a fucking asshole.
“What the fuck is your problem?!” I yell out. Ghost stops in his tracks and the tension in the room grows. Everyone is on edge.
He turns around slowly to look at me, “I just don’t want to lose my life to a girl who cowers at the mention of another man. You’re supposed to be the deadliest person on the planet,” he pauses, “Im still waiting to see it.”
Heat radiates off me from the rage building within me. The phone in my hand I know is begging for a release because I have a death grip on it. “Is that why daddy beat you?,” I snarl. Even though his mask covers most of his face, I can tell the enjoyment he was having, is gone now. “Is that why you’re such an asshole? Because daddy didn’t give you the same amount of attention he gave Tommy?”
I glare at him. Our eyes in a war of their own. Everyone else, they’re just spectators. I know mentioning his dad pissed him off, but his brother too - he’s seeing red.
“Lillith,” I hear Nik say under his breath.
Ghost gives a light chuckle, “I thought you didn’t read my file? So, you cant be trusted either.”
My chest heaves up and down from the anger raging inside me, “Let me make myself perfectly clear Simon Riley. I fear no one,” I say taking a few steps towards him, “I,” I say pointing my finger at my chest, “Am who they call to clean up your fucking mess.” I take several more steps closer to him. He stands there glued in place, “I am the one in the fucking shadows.”
I take three more steps and I'm standing directly in front of him as he glares down at me with his black eyes, “Konig, just like us, has a reputation of his own. It would be suicide for any of us to go hand in hand with him head on. His tactics are unknown and he doesn't repeat behavior.” I turn my head to everyone else in the room, “So if wanting to take extra precautions if he’s possibly around makes me a coward,” I pause as I turn and face the dickhead in front me, “Then I guess I'm a fucking coward.”
Ghost snorts and rolls his eyes as he heads upstairs - leaving me there standing alone with all eyes on me. Tomorrow needs to get here so I can rip someones fucking head off. Literally.
“What time are we leaving tomorrow, darling?” Captain Price says from the kitchen.
I open my mouth to answer, but Rosa cuts me off, “Do you think…he will be there?” I just stare at her, ready to get off this topic. “Well you know,” she pauses throwing her hands out to her sides, “Since were going to Germany and all.”
“Enough about Konig. Im sick of the subject. Our suspect is some guy named UNKNOWN…not him,” I voice out and walk towards he kitchen to the Captain. “Were going to be wheels up at noon tomorrow. That will get us into Germany at dark. The less were seen, the better.” I grab a rocks glass from my cabinet, set my phone on the counter and pour myself a small glass of bourbon. Im going to need it working with Casper.
I snort to myself giving Ghost the childlike nickname. I may just use it to piss him off. His words keep replaying in my mind ‘We all know how you got your call sign’. I take a sip of the bourbon and stare straight ahead. Everyone else is conversing about other matters that I could give a fuck less about.
“How did I get my call sign?” I ask as the talking slowly comes to a stop. Im not talking to anyone directly, but to anyone in the room.
Soap gives a soft laugh, “What do you mean Lass? Its your call sign.”
I throw back the rest of the bourbon and walk around the island, “Yeah, but I didn’t give it to myself. Everyone kept calling me that, so I just said fuck it.”
“Are you serious?” John asks me. I raise my eyebrows to give him the look of ‘yeah’. “Darling, you got it from what you do to bodies. Its like your signature.”
Ah.
I nod my head without saying anything. Its been a long time since I've been pushed that far. I make eye contact with everyone in the room. Then I grab my phone and head upstairs to my room. I need some fucking sleep and a plan on how in the fuck were going to go against a person who apparently is invisible.
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KING - (SEVEN)
**KONIG**
I was almost dozed off when I heard voices. Her voice. My eyes shoot open and I lean up, taking my feet off the desk so I can sit upright. I recognize the others - its 141, then another voice I'm unfamiliar with. Its some girl she called Rosa.
I grab my phone off my desk and text Three to come back into my office. Locking it, I put it back down not caring to see if he read it or replied. Her voice comes back on through the speakers of my computer and the blood in my veins runs straight to my dick. Its not preppy, but raspy - almost hoarse like.
Three walks through my door moments later and I glance up at him. “You finally find something?” He asks me. I nod and he walks over to my desk and sits in one of the two chairs in front of my desk.
God, I love her voice. I cant wait to hear her scream. “Lillith,” Three says looking up at me. “I guess your nickname for her fits.”
I smile, “It does, doesn’t it?” Lillith was the devils wife. She was just as much as a badass, but it just means she’s meant for me. The Devil is the king of Hell. Im the king of my world.
Lillith goes on telling them of information we already know - which is shocking considering that we knew something before she did. God, Gene deserves a raise for this invention.
Three and I sit listening to her talk and go in depth of the mission Shepherd sent her. Funny thing is, Gene was right - the information came through on my end too. “Damn, that meeting didn’t last long. She doesn’t waste any time does she?” Three asks.
My heart sinks a little. I wanted to listen to her more, but I’ll take what I can get for now. We’ll get plenty of time together here soon. I don’t answer him, but my ears perk up when I hear a new conversation start.
She left her phone.
“What was the name you were going to say?” Its a Scottish guy. Soap.
Theres an long silence before the other girl, Rosa speaks, “His name was Ja-.”
“Rosa.” I recognize Niks voice. Just saying her name he meant as a warning.
“What?” Rosa says in a high pitched voice, “She’s already told them her name and is walking around without her mask. She obviously trusts them.”
My fist curl as my fingernails dig into the palm of my hand. She showed them her face? Already?
“Okay Rosa. But its your funeral if things go sideways,” Nik warns.
Rosa laughs, “Nik, she’s my best friend. I’ll deal with it.”
Theres a brief pause before Rosa speaks again. “His name was James.”
Ah, James Anders. “She talking about snake?” Three asks and I nod.
“The guy they called snake?” I recognize him too - Captain John Price.
Rosa speaks again, “Thats him.”
“You sound like you didn’t care for him,” Soap says.
“He wasn’t what she needed,” Nik responds before I guess Rosa could.
“We’ve heard of him, but not their relationship,” Soap says. “Everyone in this type of field knows the story of them, but I guess we never know what goes on behind closed doors.”
Rosa sighs, “It wasn’t like that, he wasn’t abusive - but she would tell me she needed… more.”
“More?” There he is. Simon Ghost Riley.
“Mhm,” Rosa pauses before speaking again, “He was the lovey lovey type.” Her voice drifts off. I know what she means. He was too submissive for her and thats not what my girl needs. She needs to be dominated. To be brought to her knees in the worst way, but knowing the best thing is going to come from it. James Anders was not a man - but a mere boy.
“Did she ever tell you what happened to her within those two years?” Another Brit speaks. Its Gaz.
The room goes quiet before the mouthy girl speaks, “Thats where I'm going to draw the line and end this conversation.” I hear shuffling from the couch - sounding as if someone is getting up, “That isn’t my story to tell.”
Everyone knows something, but not the full extent. Widow was kidnapped and captured a few years ago. They held her captive for two years - James being kidnapped with her. Theres stories of what happened - some being the same, others a story of their own - but they all have the same ending. The reason she got her name Widow.
“She talks too fucking much,” Three says as he stands from the chair. She does, but I'm glad she has a loose mouth. The more information about my little devil, the better. Those guys may have done unspeakable things to her and tortured her for two years straight - but I promise you, what I'm going to do to her is going to be far worse. My dick strains against the zipper of my pants just thinking of the things I'm going to do.
“Are we meeting them at their mission?” Three asks standing there at my desk. I wait to answer - trying to figure out how I want our formal greeting to go. I want her to be shocked. I want to see the look in her eyes when she realizes she’s losing and has no choice.
A voice from the computer breaks the silence, “Were you being serious when you said she has a mask kink?” Its Soap. Of course he would be wondering. Ghost isn’t going to come out and ask it. He’s a man of few words. But I know he’s curious.
Rosa laughs, “I don’t know. I just like fucking with her.”
“It would make sense,” Gaz says, “Since theres three people in the field who only wear masks to hide their identity.”
“Who’s the third?” Nik asks. I almost forgot he was there.
“Widow, Ghost and now this UNKNOWN guy,” Gaz replies.
“Theres one more,” I hear Rosa say but this time, her tone has changed.
The room goes quiet for a few seconds before their Captain speaks, “Who?”
Three looks at me and nods with a grin on his face.
“Konig.”
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KING - (SIX)
**Lillith**
My phone vibrates on the bed beside me. Its Shepherd with the details about this mission. Thankfully he keeps it short and to the point. I took a quick shower before I host this meeting. I heard the door open while I was in there - knowing it was him, but heard the door close seconds later. My back was to the door, and the water was set to hell. So thankfully the glass shower walls were fogged up…hopefully.
I get off the bed and put on a cropped tank top and some sweat pants. Im in the comfort of my own home. Theres enough ammo and weapons to supply several armies - not to mention the trained men and women I have down here. If someone gets in and manages to make it this far, shit, they deserve it.
I grab my phone off the bed and head downstairs. The talking thats going on below between Nik and 141 stop when I walk into the living room.
“Holy shit,” I hear Soap say in a loud whisper.
I stop and look around at everyones wide eyes. Ah, nobody in this room except for Nik has ever seen my face and lived to tell about it. “I don't think I'm going to have to make myself clear on this situation,” I say to them. They’re not dumb and can take the hint - nobody speaks of this to anyone. The last thing I need is someone identifying me.
“Biiiitch.” A familiar woman voice makes my ears perk from the kitchen.
A smile forms on my face as I turn to my left and lock eyes with my best friend, “Rosa, you can never sneak up on someone can you?” Rosa has been by my side for the last twelve years. Were the same age and she knows almost all my secrets…almost.
She walks around from the island in the middle of the kitchen and into the living room, “You failed to mention you were having a house full of,” she trails off as her fingertips run along Soap and Gaz’s chest, “men.”
I snort. Rosa is very open with her sexuality and isn’t afraid to voice when she likes what she sees. “I’ll let you have the one with the mask. You know, since you have a mask kink and all,” she says walking past Ghost.
His eyes shoot to mine, “When the fuck did I develop a mask kink?” I ask in a joking way.
Fuck.
She disregard my question, “Well, Im glad you decided to take my advice about getting some.” I close my eyes and exhale, “Its been what? Three years since Ja-.”
“Rosa.” Thats all I can say. She looks at me and her face drops realizing what she was about to say.
I clear my throat and try to walk through the tension in the room. “Lil, I'm sorry I didn’t think.”
I stop walking and hang my head taking in an aggravated breath. Great.
“Lil?” I hear John say.
I have my back to them, but I can feel Rosa staring directly at me.
“She hasn’t told them her name,” Nik says to her.
Rosa gasps, “I-I didn’t know. I thought since you weren’t wearing your mask…” she trails off.
To be fair, that is a fair assumption.
I turn back around and face everyone, “My name is Lillith. Thats it. End of discussion.”
I walk over to the TV that hangs above the fireplace. I have my laptop sitting on top of the mantle and I open it up. I connect the cord thats attached to my laptop to my phone and turn the TV on.
“Sit.” It came out more of a demand, but at this point, I'm ready to go to my room and sleep.
“Since were putting everything on the table,” I say as my eyes shoot to Rosas. Her face frowns, “Lets all get to know one another. Its the least we can do since we’ll be working together.”
“Wait,” she says as her eyes go from me to 141. “You joined a team?”
I exhale and disregard her question like she did mine earlier, “Captain John Price,” I say as my eyes go to his. “Born in the UK. Became Captain in 2011. Specialties are close quarter combat, hostage rescue, kill-capture missions and weapons handling.”
Soaps head jerks to his Captain. I divert my eyes from Johns to Gaz, “Kyle Garrick. They call you Gaz because you don’t say much. Actually, you haven’t really said much since you’ve been here. Also born in the UK and became sergeant in 2020. Specialities are demolitions, covert surveillance and weapons handling.”
I can feel the tension getting thicker. I can tell nobody has ever dissected them like this, “Johnny MacTavish.” His brow furrowing as I unfold his life, “Also known as Soap. You’re a bomb expert. Born in Scottland. Specialties are hostage rescues, demolitions and weapons handling.”
My eyes divert to my next target, and I swallow hard. His gaze that he is giving me now is one I know enemy’s fear. Im no enemy, but Im sure I'm feeling what they feel right now. “Lieutenant Simon Riley,” I say as my palms start to sweat, “Your file was…”
“You read our files?” I hear Soap say as he sits up straight, cutting me off.
“Almost,” I respond back. “You think I'm going to work with someone and I don’t know anything about them?”
His eyes go to his Captains, “You said those were buried deep.” I know what he means, only the best of the best could access them. Guess what, I'm the best of the best.
“Nothing is ever too deep for me,” I remind him as he looks back at me. “I read them all but yours,” I say looking at Ghost.
His eyes haven’t moved from me, “Why didn’t you read it? Couldn’t finish it?” He says mocking me. “Too much trauma fo-“
“It was too close to home,” I bite back cutting him off. I clear my throat, “Again, I’m Lillith. Specializing in whatever the fuck I feel like.” I have my weaknesses, but then I think back to everything I have been through and realize I am that bitch and I keep people in check.
Before I start the meeting, “Im not sorry for looking into your files. If roles were reversed, I would expect the same of you.”
Everyone adjust themselves on the couch and I pull up the text that Shepherd sent me, “Suspect is UNKNOWN. Nobody has ever seen what he looks like,” I start with. “Allegedly, his whole body is covered so no skin can be shown. But,” I pause, “He wears a red skull mask that covers his whole face.”
“Why red?” Gaz asks. I think thats the first time I’ve heard him talk.
“Honestly, I don’t know. Ive never seen him. Apparently no one has unless he wants you to,” I say looking at my laptop then clicking the next thing Shepherd sent. Its pictures of our guy. “He goes by the name UNKNOWN.”
Rosa snorts, interrupting me, “Thats fucking stupid.”
I give a breathy laugh because she’s not wrong, “As far as ethnicity or any background information, this dude doesn’t exist. But,” I say taking in a breath, “We know that he has been trying to get into this guys good graces,” I say as I click the next link. Its a picture of your traditional Russian guy - blonde hair and blue eyes.
“Alexei Igor. This guys family has been in the Slavic weapons trade for generations, except now he wants more,” I turn to the team, “He wants nuclear.”
“Is that why Graves men were in Russia?” Ghost finally speaks. God, this mans voice is like creamy velvet chocolate straight out of the package.
“Yes and no,” I respond a little too quick. “They were actually on an assignment on something completely different with someone selling organs on the black market.”
“Shit like that happens everyday,” Soap chimes in.
“Correct, but this guy was injecting them with toxins so it would kill the person,” I pause taking in a breath at how truly sick these fuckers are, “The people being children.”
Ghost sits up, making my eyes go to his, “So what is the yes with Graves men.”
“Wrong place and wrong time.” They look at me confused. “Graves men heard a conversation with Alexei that they weren’t supposed to hear - I'm assuming with this UNKNOWN guy. They wanted to rush in and kill everyone, but luckily they didn’t know I was there. So,” I pause. “I took them out.”
“Thats cold darling,” John says with a chuckle.
“Its killed or be killed,” I say. “And as we all know, Im not really in Shadow Company’s good graces.”
“I mean you could be,” Rosa says getting up from the couch. “Have you seen Graves?” She asks moving her eyebrows up and down real fast with a smirk.
I throw my head back and laugh, “Is there anyone you don’t want to fuck?”
With a shit eating grin on her face, she runs her tongue across the front of her teeth and shakes her head. “And with that, I'm going to my room,” I say walking past the couches and heading for the stairs. “Everyone,” I say coming to a stop, “Make yourself at home.” I climb the stairs and head to my room. Were about to have a long few days ahead of us.
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KING - (FIVE)
**KONIG**
I get back to base and head straight for my office. The guys on the yard are training, but they don’t need my help. My focus right now is solely on her. My little devil - even if she doesn’t know it. She will soon, and she will learn to love it. The only way out will be death.
I reach my office and tap my keyboard, making the computer come to life. I type in my password and immediately click on one of the programs I have pinned to my taskbar. Its the tracking app. I sit back and kick my feet up onto my desk - crossing them to get more comfortable. She’s currently in Washington D.C. Probably talking with the old fucker who wants to fuck her. Its no secret. I’ve heard how he looks at her, but she also wouldn’t give him the time or day…ever.
Shepherd likes to play in the big dog world, but big dogs don’t hide and cower behind desks. No, they’re the ones who risk it all to lose it all. And God have mercy on whoever stands in their way. Im one of the big dogs and if I'm being biased, one of the biggest.
She stays in Washington D.C. for about an hour. I pull up the traffic cams - trying to get any visual I can on her. She’s like heroin running through my veins and I cant get enough. I watch her walk out the Capital building, but something catches my eyes - causing me to sit straight up and go stiff.
My blood boils as I see 141 walking behind her. No, she wouldn’t. She only works alone, but my brows furrow together when I see them all enter the helo she left in. My teeth grind together so hard my jaw hurts. This just threw a fucking loop into what I had planned. I ball my fist up - the fabric in my gloves begging for a release.
I try to gather all my composure, but everything in me is wanting to flip this desk the fuck over and wreak havoc to anything or anyone thats within my reach. “GENE!” I call out. My throat hurting just a bit from yelling.
I hear footsteps running in my direction and it better be the fucker I called. My door swings open and almost hits the wall behind it, “Y-yes sir,” he says sounding out of breath. Gene is the I.T. guy here. Some call it cheating, I call it staying ahead and being in the know.
“The tracker you gave me to put on her phone,” I say with my teeth clenched. He is looking at me with his wide eyes, “Is that all it can do?”
He knows im asking for more, but I want to see how well this pipsqueak knows me, “Yes sir,” he says and almost bows. I stare at him with daggers and he immediately changes his answer, “I mean, no sir.”
Sweat begins to form across his forehead. “What else does it do?” My voice low.
Gene swallows before he answers, “I also made it to where you can hear any conversation while the phone is in use, text messages as well. Also,” he says trying to gather himself the best he can. He stands below my shoulders, so im sure my height is intimidating as is, “It can listen in at any given point and time.”
“Even if the person isn’t on the phone?” I ask. Im impressed.
“Y-yes sir,” he says bowing his head.
I stare at him for a few seconds to see if he’s bluffing, “Show me.”
He walks over to the computer and I'm glad I didn’t decide to make this room into a war zone. He clicks a red button that was on the left side of the program and a black voice line pops up. The line moves with waves and he adjusts the volume on my computer.
My ears perk, but the only thing you can hear is the roar of the helicopter. “Will the other person know?”
“No. Its my newest addition,” he tells me proudly.
My hand comes up and rests on his shoulder. I feel him jump and I let out a small laugh - my mood doing a complete one eighty, “Keep that up Gene and you’ll go places.”
Oh, this is a game changer and a dangerous one for my little devil. I sit back down in my chair and lean back, “Thats all Gene.” I don’t thank him. He should be thankful I gave him this job and this position.
He nods and walks out, grabbing the door and closing it. My eyes divert back to the screen as a devilish smile creeps across my face.
******
I tune in and out of the program - doing exactly what Gene did. All I could hear was the engine roaring. So, I just tracked her until she came to a stop in Tennessee. I type in the address on my computer and a private property shows up. Funny thing is, theres no information on the property except that it isn’t for sale. No pictures, no listings or anything. The best I can get is a satellite view. The road view is useless since the house sits so far back into the woods.
I click back over to my tracker and watch the blue dot move into the house and then stop. Putting this tracker on her has been the best idea and the worst at the same time. It makes tracking her easier, but she’s become my new obsession. Before, she was a want - now she’s a need.
I sit there for another few minutes, but the dot doesn’t move. I grab my phone that sits on my desk and send Three a text telling him to come here. I would ask, but that would give my men an option. The only option is kill or be killed. So I know he’ll come.
Sure enough, a few minutes later he’s walking into my office. He doesn’t knock and I don’t expect him too. He’s the closest guy I can count on and a part of me would consider him my friend.
“Yeah,” he says as he walks to me. If it were anyone else, their jaw would already be dislocated and needing surgery to put it back in place with screws and wires.
“Put this address in and pull it up on the satellite.” I tell him. We made a deal with the Russians about a year ago. They were on my shit list and one of the leaders offered for me to spare his life in exchange of their live satellites. I agreed, but I kept my word. I spared his life - Three didn’t. Three’s response to doing it was “He made the deal with you, not me.”
I give him the address and he types away at his phone. I like for my stuff to be spread out. It gives people a harder time trying to find out information if multiple people have pieces of the puzzle. But I too can access it if need be - it just gives my guys something extra to do.
A few moments later he hands me his phone and I see the top of the house. It looks to be two story house in the middle of fucking no where. I tape the left side of the screen and rewind back to a few minutes ago. I watch the helicopter land. Then six people exit the helo and walk into the house with bags.
“Your girl?” Three asks me. I hand the phone back and smirk under my mask.
Your girl. I like that.
“Yeah and I think she just showed us where she stays,” I say in a lighter tone than before. I sit back down and put my feet back on my desk.
“You want me to get a helo ready?” He asks me as he starts to walk towards the door.
“No,” I reply back immediately. “I want to know where she’s going and catch her by surprise. To be sure, she didn’t join 141 for the hell of it. I want to know their plan so we can be a step ahead.”
Three nods and heads out of my office. I take in a deep breath and interlock my fingers - placing them behind my head. My little devil has been through a lot in these last several years, but what I'm going to do to her doesn’t even compare.
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KING - (FOUR)
**Lillith**
The ride back to my place was an…interesting one. I didn’t have a chance to talk with 141 and the look on Nik’s face when we all came walking up was like a kid on Christmas morning. I know he does things for them, but I don’t question it. He’s not mine and I haven’t been with anyone in…anyway.
I live out in the middle of no fucking where. Literally. I have a two story cabin that sits on a thousand acre property. My neighbors are the wilderness in the mountains of Tennessee, but don’t let that fool you. I have a whole fucking industry underground that goes on for several miles - and for me to bring 141 here, means I trust them to a certain extent. Not fully, but thats because I will never trust anyone fully, again.
We walk into my home and my staff greet us. I can tell 141 is a bit uneasy, but shit, I would be too staying at a place I'm not familiar with.
“Im sure they will like to take their own things to their rooms,” I tell Margo. She’s been with me for the last ten years. I stopped by the base 141 was staying at so they could get their weapons. Don’t get me wrong, guns shoot and knives throw, but nothing compares to your own weapon. Its weight perfectly balanced in your hands and you know the damn thing better than you know yourself.
Margo gives me a curt nod and walks away leaving us standing in my foyer. I turn to face the team I just joined just to make a point, “I’ll show you where we’ll be staying.”
I turn back around and walk towards my kitchen - which is straight ahead and my living room with cathedral ceilings to my right. I have an open floor plan with very few walls. That way I can see whats going on, but can take cover if need be. Right before I reach the kitchen, I turn left and head down my hallway. I have rooms here in the house and its set up like a house, but really its for my staff. If anyone was sketching the place out, theres someone always here - but the magic happens downstairs.
I walk towards the end of the hall to my bookshelf thats built in the wall. Reaching out, I place my hand around an encyclopedia as if I'm fixing to pull it out of its spot. The lock clicks and I push the bookshelf forward. Cliche? Kind of, but instead of pulling a book to release a latch, I installed a finger scan on the book. Without my print, no one can get it.
The cool draft brushes past me and causes goose bumps to form on my skin. “Are you going to kill us?” The mohawk guy asks.
I let out a small laugh, “Why? You scared?” I say lowly for that dramatic effect while looking at him.
I watch him swallow the spit that was in his mouth - which I'm sure is dry by now. My eyes avert to the black voids looking at me - which causes me to swallow. Something about this one sends a chill down my spine. Something I haven’t felt in a while - and I like it. I miss it, but I swore to myself years ago I wouldn’t put myself back in that position.
I turn back around and head down the stairs - getting old memories out of my mind. The further we walk down, the temperature drops. My staff knows I have practically a small city down below, but they don have access unless I give them access. I have buttons placed in designated areas of the house in case they need to get me or if there is an emergency.
So far, its only been pushed once.
After walking down the stairs for a few minutes, we finally reach flat ground. I can hear 141 whispering behind me about how cool this place is. It kind of is. Everything a military base has, I have - but more. And even better, its all below ground, which gives me the advantage. Nobody can know what my moves are and its one of the ways I stay hidden.
“How big is this place darling?” I hear John ask.
I place my hands on my hips and admire my hard work. Its something that will never get old, “Several miles, but im still building.”
“Thats….fucking incredible,” he says. I can tell by his tone he meant it.
“Yeah, Li-,” Nik clears his throat, “Widow has been working on this for a few years now.” He looks at me with soft eyes realizing he almost fucked up.
“What all do you have here?”
God, even his voice makes my fucking knees weak. Weak to the point I want to fall to them as he stands before me staring at me with nothing but darkness.
“Ever-,” I clear my throat. Thats fucking embarrassing, “Anything and everything.”
I take a step forward and reach my hand out pointing in front of me, “There we have our weapons build. From guns, to knives, to explosives, to fucking nuclear warfare, its here.” I point to my right, “There is a half mile open area with helo’s.” I point up in the same direction, “I installed a retractable roof so its easy access. The ground still remains, but its on tracks so when the doors closed, you wont know anything happened.”
“Fuckin’ incredible lass,” the Scottish mohawk says.
I know their names. Like their real name as well as their call signs, but that conversation can wait until later.
I point to the left, “Down here is where were going,”I say as I get on a golf cart. I have several around here. They’re battery operated, so it doesnt put out so much pollution here. I have air vents the filter, but it saves on how much they have to work already.
The golf cart has three rows of seats - big enough for all of us to get on. Nik gets on the very back with John facing backwards. The one they call Gaz gets in the middle with the one they call Soap beside him. And that leaves Ghost sitting beside me. His leg grazes mine and even with us clothed, I can feel the heat radiating off him. Hes a man of few words. I read his file, so I know why. He was the hardest one for me to get my hands on. And the hardest one for me to read.
I turn the golf cart on and head to where we are going. I hear the guys behind me taking about how badass this place is and how smart it is and how they have never seen anything like it before.
“Butterfly Company?” I hear Ghost say and I glance over at him.
Before I have a chance to say anything, Nik speaks, “Yeah, she started that program years ago for women and children.”
“You mean the one that houses and helps the ones who have been rescued from the sex rings and trafficking?” John asks.
“Thats the one,” Nik confirms.
“Is there anything you don’t do darling?” John asks with a chuckle.
Pulling up to the house and parking the golf cart granted me to not answer him, but I really don’t want to get into that subject. Its a long one, and most of the stories I have, I don’t want to think about.
“Another house?” Soap asks inquisitively.
“I have several down here. Usually my staff here sleep in bunkers that are on the other side of this base. Its about a mile over. On this side, its for me. We’ll be staying here. I’ll show everyone to their room so you can get settled in and then we can meet in the observation room in a half hour?” I ask.
They nod.
We walk in and its set up similar to my house that people can see. The foyer, the living room to the right and the kitchen straight ahead - all open, but where the hallway is to the left of the kitchen, is a set of stairs. All bedrooms are upstairs.
We head up them and there are three doors on each side the hallway up here. Gaz and Nik take the first set. John and Soap take the next set and that leaves Ghost. Of course, he’s across the hall from me. My room is on the left end and his will be on the right.
“Oh,” I say as I open my door, “Each bedroom shares a bathroom.” Great. Gaz and John will share. Nik and Soap will share. Which means, Ghost and I will share. Since the last two bedrooms are on the end, the bathroom is a bit bigger since with sits at the very end of the hallway. That huge wall that separates the doors, thats where my shower is. And to put the icing on on the cake, since my bathroom is so big, my closet sets inside the bathroom.
This is going to be great.
“Hey, lass?” Soap calls out stepping partially into my room.
I throw my bag off my shoulder and it hits the floor, “yeah?”
I watch as he takes a look around my room, “Wheres the observation room?”
I snort. I did forget to show them that. “Just tell everyone to meet me downstairs in half an hour.”
He nods and closes my door. I hear him telling everyone and I plop down on the bed. This was a bad idea.
This was a very bad idea.
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KING - (Three)
Lillith
I check my phone after we get in the air good and head to Washington D.C. I click on my banking app and then transfer the money Robert sent to one of my accounts that funds an organization I run to help women and kids recover from the trauma they endured while being in the trafficking rings. Its truly a sick world we fucking live in and I feel that its the least I could do.
“What do you think he wants to talk to you about?” Nik asks as I lock my phone and put it between my legs.
I take in a deep breath, “Probably to see if I will join Graves and the Shadows. Its like the old bastard cant take a hint.”
Nik snorts, “What kind of hints are you giving him Lil?”
Turning my head to look at him, “Uh, fuck no, fuck you, I work by my fucking self, fuck Graves. I mean the list goes on where I thought I have made myself perfectly fucking clear.”
Niks face turns red from holding in the laughter that I know he’s dying to let out, “Thats pretty clear.”
I throw my hands out and they smack my thighs when they land, “Thank you!”
“I don't trust him. Never have,” I say turning my head to the right to look out my window.
I hear Nik sigh, “You and me both.” I don’t know what Shepherd has done to Nik, but I know there is bad blood there. I want to bring it up, but something deep down has always told me not to open that bandaid. Some things are better left alone.
*****
A few hours later we arrive in Washington D.C. I hate this fucking place. Politicians that call the shots - well try to - like they know what the fuck goes on. Just because they see video footage, doesn’t mean they know what the fuck we feel. Seeing is believing, trust me, but seeing something in person is different than watching it through 1080p. Again, thats why I work alone. I make my own rules.
Im escorted through the Capital. Its where Shepherds office is. Ive been here more times than I’d like to be, but he pays me and I get to kill people. I’d say an eye for an eye. The two gentleman escorting me keep looking back. Shit, if I had someone behind me covered in blood and a mask while I wore a three piece suit, I’d be kind of worried too. Not to mention, all my gear and shit is still on me - minus my sniper.
They tried to tell me the first time I came here that I wasn’t allowed to bring my guns and knives. You see how well that went. If it wasn’t for me, majority of the people in this God forsaken ass city would be dead or on the streets starving. Im just humble enough to accept the silent ‘thank you’s’.
We turn the corner and head down the long hallway with old white men hanging on the walls. Dead Presidents. What an honor that must be. “Gentleman, its been a pleasure,” I say as they stop and turn around, eyes wide. I snort, “Im not going to kill you,” I pause adding a dramatic effect, “I can make my way to Shepherds office from here.”
I watch the one to my right swallow hard and nod to his fellow colleague. They both walk back in the direction we came in without uttering a single word to me. Honestly, they could have walked me to his office, but I enjoy the quiet walk to get my thoughts together before talking with this hillbilly accent man.
Slowly, I make my way - my ears perked as I hear voices. One is Shepherds, the other is Graves and I roll my eyes. I was right. But then theres another. A deep brit.
“Ive already given the assignment to The Shadows, John,” I hear Shepherd say.
“Whats so hard to understand about that?” Graves. I roll my eyes at his voice alone. Its straight arrogance. “Let the professionals handle it.”
My hand reaches out and touch the cracked door to Shepherds office. I wait to push it open, wanting to hear more of this conversation.
“Call your men off,” I hear the brit say. From the tone, it wasn’t an offer, but a warning.
I push on the door and make my way inside as six men stare at me. I take a few steps in and see two men leaned up against the wall to my right. One has a mohawk and is tapping the guy beside him on the chest like a kid who just seen his favorite super hero. The guy he’s tapping, is taller than him and wears a skull mask. Like me, everyone knows who he is - Ghost.
As I take a few more steps, I realized that the whole Task Force 141 is in here - along with Graves and Shepherd.
“Ah, Widow. Glad you could make it,” Shepherd says as he stands from his desk. What an honor…I roll my eyes.
My ears perk when I hear the mohawk guy whispering, “Its her.” I grin to myself. Task Force 141 are some reputable guys. Ive seen them work in the field, they didn’t know I was there, but I was impressed. They’re some of the best of the best and for one of them to be fangirling over me, its quite comical.
“Why am I here Shepherd?” I ask dryly. I don’t want to be here more than I have to.
Shepherd clears his throat and sits back down at his desk. I feel eyes piercing at the side of my face and I cock my head to look and its Ghost. My eyes stare into his black ones and slowly go down from his vest, to his jeans and then boots. Impressive.
“I have an assignment for you.” Why he’s acting secretive, I don’t know, but it annoys me.
“Okay?” I say harsher than intended, but Im not going to correct myself. One thing I wont do is apologize to this man. Ever. And I don’t give a fuck how prideful that sounds.
“Germany,” he says but pauses. I look over at him and he seems hesitant. “Theres intel that we need. He has valuable information regarding nuclear missiles with people who don’t take kindly to us Americans. The place is heavily guarded, but we need to be as stealthy as possible,��� he pauses taking a sip of his coffee. “If word gets out with what were trying to do, it could be devastating. Find the target and eliminate him.”
I nod. Its right up my alley.
“And another thing to add,” he continues, “Shadow Company will go with you. You could use their help.”
“Why cant 141 go?” I ask. Really, I don’t care, but I'm being nosey. I can feel their eyes on me as the question leaves my lips.
Shepherd looks at them and then to me, “Because theres only four of them. I’d feel more comfortable with more men.”
I get it. Makes sense, but I’d trust them with my life more than I would Shadows - and I just met them.
Before I could say anything, Graves interrupts, “They’re on the way there now from Russia.” He has a shit eating grin on his face that I just want to carve off. He seems like the type of guy who wakes up and feels like he pisses excellence - when in fact, he probably pisses all over the place and has other people to clean it up. Arrogant piece of shit. “Now you’ll get a taste of what you're missing.”
I snort.
“Something funny?” Graves ask seeming offended. God he wears his heart on his sleeve. He’s been trying to get me to join ‘the winning side’ as long as I can remember. Shepherd too. I know he has this crush on me, but lets be real, its only to say he tagged the deadliest woman in the world. To feed his ego. Jokes on him, he couldn’t handle me.
Throw my head back and chuckle a bit, “You mean the fifteen men who were sent to Russia to retrieve this?” I say as I hold up a flash drive. Graves face pales and my pussy clenches. God, I love grabbing men who think they are the baddest by the balls. “Have you gotten in touch with them since?” My voice playful.
“I sent them the coordinates,” he says through gritted teeth.
“But did they confirm?” I counter. The tension in the room growing thicker by the second.
Graves takes a step forward, “What the fuck did you do with my men?” Spit flying out of his mouth.
Its a shame I wear a mask that covers all but my eyes because I wish he could see the look I have right now. I look down at my blood covered clothes and back up at him. His eyes following mine, “Im wearing them.” I had to make a pit stop before I went to the Tundra. It was on the way - at least thats what I told myself.
Just to add icing to the cake, “I guess your men aren’t the professionals. Especially if one person can take them out.” I watch this mans face go from pale to beet red. I narrow my eyes at him as I watch his body start to shake. Good. He deserves it.
“Widow,” I hear Shepherd call my name.
Disregarding, I speak, “I’ll join 141.” They jerk their heads up at me, “That makes five,” I say as I look Shepherd in the eyes. “Send me the coordinates for the intel. Ill make sure we get the job done,” I finish as I look at Graves.
I think everyone is in shock from either me taking out most of Graves team just for the fun of it, me working with a team or maybe a bit of both. “Do you need a ride?” I ask not to anyone in particular in the Task Force. The brit who was speaking with Shepherd earlier nods. “Perfect. You can ride with me.”
I turn on heel heading towards the door. I hear 141 behind me and I stop - which causes them to stop. “Oh, I almost forgot,” I say as I turn back around. The guys who are coming with me spread out creating me an opening directly to Graves. I reach into the bottom pocket of my pants and pull out bloody dog tags. I toss them to Graves and they land at his feet. His eyes shooting daggers at me, “Theres your men,” I say emphasizing men.
I turn back around and walk out the door - 141 following behind me.
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KING - (TWO)
KONIG
From the first time I saw her, I had to have her. Dead or alive, it doesn't matter. Dead, I would be the most feared man and a fucking legend. Alive, she would learn to love me and we could run the world ourselves. I just needed to play my cards right. So far, I’ve folded each hand.
Ive sat back and waited - watched her from afar to know her. Figure her out. Knowing a person and how they operate is deadly enough, but being able to figure out a persons intentions before they do it, can make them a puppet on your hand. And I want her on her knees looking up into mine as she whimpers from my hands. You don’t know how many times I have fell asleep with multiple scenarios of how I am going to make that happen.
Most fear me. I would too if I seen a 6’10 guy heading straight at me with nothing but pure anger through the soulless windows on his face. Granted, thats the only thing that you will ever see on me - unless I let you. Even then, its a death sentence. Everyone knows who I am, just like Widow. Im the Colonel of Kortac. A war machine that stops at nothing to get shit done…and to get who I want.
“Any luck?” My right hand man, Three asks me.
“No, but where close,” I respond. He got the name Three because he wears glasses and one of the lenses he lost in combat. Still to this day, he only has one lens. He’s my sniper and funny thing is, the eye he depends on is the lensless eye. Ironic.
Three nods at me and I look back through my scope. Im feeling my balls off out here in the fucking snow. We followed Widow down here. I got a lead saying she was headed in this direction to take care of someone - but from the looks of it, she seems to be a bit greedy.
A woman with an appetite. I like it.
“You know she isn’t going to come willingly,” Three says reminding me of how desperate I am.
I give a low chuckle, “I don’t give a fuck if she comes willingly. I’ll drag her by her hair for however long I see fit until she realizes my side is the winning side.” I give a brief pause, looking at her slice a guys throat open. The others in front not even knowing whats about to happen. “But best believe,” I say looking over at Three, “She’s going to be coming regardless.”
The breathy laugh he gives tells me he knows I'm not talking about walking or following me anywhere. I look back through my scope as I hear shots fired in the distance. She toyed with he first two, now she’s ready to wrap this shit up.
“When do you want to move in?” Three asks.
I wait a few seconds before answering, “Not today. Its not the right time.” I hear him exhale an aggravated sigh, “Trust me, I want to - but I need her right where I want her.” And an open area is not it.
From what I have witnessed, she is a goddess where men bow at her feet and plead with their lives just for her to take it. She gives no mercy and whether its open area or close combat, you’re going to die either way - or at least wish you were dead. She’s immaculate at both, but you have a zero chance of surviving in the open.
One of her tactics I have noticed is she preys on her prey. She likes playing with her food before she takes a bite - which ironically is something I also enjoy. And something she will soon find out. She makes her opponent weak, giving her the upper hand - but there have been occasions where she digs right in and heads straight for dessert. Fuck the main meal - kind of like today. She toyed with he first two, then shot the rest before going to the vehicles.
She fascinates me. Always had. A woman of all people who outranks any man when they are in her presence is hot enough, but one that anyone in the world knows and fears - it makes my dick hard just thinking about it. Thats true power. She lives her life in secret and no matter how often you search, you will never find anything on her. Just her name…Widow.
“Why she leave the door open?” Three asks pulling me from my thoughts. Fuck what they have said about us men with it being cold outside. Im quite the opposite and could say that my dick is frozen, thats how hard she makes me.
I look back through my scope and chuckle, “She’s playing with her food.” I can see out of the corner of my eye Three look at me, “I bet any amount of money that there is someone in there who is on the brink of dying.”
“So why doesn’t she just kill them?” Ah, the questions we all want to know. I know, not because I asked, but because I have the same demented mind as she does. Suffering.
Without taking my eye off her as I watch her get into the first SUV that crashed, “Theres nothing better than watching the life drain from someones eyes. Someone who doesn’t deserve to live. Better yet, hearing their screams in the distance because something else has done the work for you.” I remove my face from the scope and look into Three’s icy blue eyes, “We started the timer on their life, but were not the ones who stop it and God knows how long it will take. The longer the better.”
Three has been around me to know how I am and how sick in the mind I can be, but watching a woman do it, its unheard of. Sure, theres women in the field who torture the people they capture, but nothing compares to her. And I think thats why everyone is so fucking scared of her or will barely mention her name. She’s fucking ruthless and the shit she does to people makes the hardest men in the fields squirm. But me, I crave it. I need more.
Three looks back through his scope and I hear the sound of whipping coming though the air. I point my rifle up and see a helicopter heading this way. Nikolai. He lands the helo and I watch him help her load her things up. She stands there for a few minutes and I can tell they are exchanging words. A strike of jealousy runs through me. Soon is what I have to keep telling myself.
They both load in the helo and take off in the same direction Nik came. Once I know were in the clear, I motion for Three to get up and we head towards the SUVs. I want to know what caused my little devil to come out here.
Three and I make our way to the murder scene - the temperature dropping steadfast. Our boots crunch in the thick snow and its coming down heavier now. “Go ahead and call Jay for exile.” Three nods and clicks the coms on his vest and tells Jay to come pick us up.
I reach the first SUV to us - the second one to crash - and take a peek inside. A man sits in the back seat with blood seeping out of his stomach and also both of his knees. Ouch.
“Ple-Please!” He begs. Tears and snot running down his face. His skin now pale - even grey looking. It wont be long. “Please help me!”
Before I can ask, Three speaks up, “What happened?”
The man seems baffled that were asking questions instead of helping him like he pleaded. “Th-This crazy bit-“ I don’t give him time to finish the sentence before I shoot a bullet between his eyes. Regardless what her reasoning was, she did it for a reason, but nobody is going to speak about my girl like that.
Three doesn’t even question me as to why I did it. He stopped asking me shit years ago and I guess he just realized on day, I do whatever the fuck I want to do. Just like a king does. I may not be an heir or royalty, but Kortac is my fucking kingdom and I am the ruler of it all.
I walk to the first SUV and see a man slumped over in the driver seat. He’s alive, but barely. I recognize him. His face has came across my screen before. Robert Eager. First time I read his name, I snorted to myself. His parents fucking hated him.
He slowly lifts his head off the steering wheel and looks in my direction - his eyes growing wide when he sees me. Just like Widow, everyone knows who I am too. A black loose mask with two bleached lines under my eyes - as if im crying blood and it dried. The one. The only. Konig.
Robert begins to shake his head and I know thats a silent plea. Like most, I don’t give a fuck when your life is in my hands. I smirk, knowing he can’t tell except for my eyes squinting. I’ll leave this one to suffer. He deserves it, but even to me thats a loose punishment.
Once again, Three doesn’t question and by this time, Jay is dropping the helo. We board and he asks where were headed. I pull out my phone from my from vest and click on my tracking app. While my little devil was toying with her prey, I was toying with her.
“Back to base,” I tell him and put my phone back in my vest. Its almost time for us to personally meet and I feel that its going to be a fight. I feel my dick rubbing against my pants just thinking about how its probably going to go - and I hope its as rough as I picture it to be.
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