Page 5 of The Promise Of A Princess

Atlis

I had hopped on the family’s private jet, flying a few hours away to complete the mission. Thankfully, I was able to come alone instead of having any of my men follow me. They’re like little fucking golden retrievers, always trailing behind me and nipping at my heels, asking me stupid fucking questions.

I now sit behind a large window that displays the tiny foreign coffee shop. Having traveled here on business, I make a mental note to come back for pleasure. This place is beautiful, and I’d love to hang out and look at all the scenery. It’s early morning, and the birds have started waking up, flying overhead the once-deserted streets. The people are friendly, even if they think I’m a dumb tourist who can't speak their language. Just because I don’t live here doesn’t mean I’m uneducated. I know a few languages; I choose not to speak to them. It’s easier to dumb myself down instead of trying to explain myself and my thoughts to stupid people.

Every morning for three days, I walk in, order the same thing off the menu, and sit at the windowsill. I just sit here, waiting patiently for my mark to walk past, hoping to ambush the man who shot at my father's car. Hours go by, and nothing has happened. The poor son of a bitch has yet to make his way back to his apartment, which I know is down the street.

The question I keep asking myself is, why?

Did he get tipped off that I was in the area? If he did, I will find out and kill them also. It still doesn't change the fact that he is a dead man walking.

My back aches due to the tiny mattress I've been sleeping on at the little bed and breakfast on the other side of the city. I sit up straighter, wishing to crack my back with the simple motion, but I’m not that lucky. I throw my head from side to side, popping my neck. The pressure released from my joints slightly relieves my stiff body.

Just as I finish my last sip of espresso, I catch a glimpse of my target. Standing from my seat, I set my miniature cup on the counter and nod at the waitress, who winks in flirtation. Any other day, I would have taken her to the back, bent her over some flour sacks, and fucked her senseless. Not today, though– I have a job to complete. I pop my knuckles as I walk out the door and start to follow the man closely. When he finally has an inkling of suspicion that he is being pursued, I turn around quickly, pretending to tie my shoe. Another stupid person, another stupid day.

We play the hunter versus prey game for a few blocks before he ducks into an alleyway. I peek out from around the corner, curious as to where he is going. He has simply stopped and is now fumbling in his bag for something. It’s probably his key since his flat is right around the corner. Perfect timing.

I check my surroundings and realize no one is around. Stepping from the shadows, I make my presence known.

“Hello, Eric,” I speak to him from beneath my hood. “What an unfortunate situation you have found yourself in.”

He turns around quickly and cocks his head to the side. Confusion blankets his face, not understanding who I am or where I came from.

“Who are you? Do I know you?” Eric questions.

“Oh, Eric. Silly goose. Of course, you do,” I tease.

“No. Y-you must have the wrong guy. I’ve done nothing wrong. G-go away,” he stutters, shooing me with his free hand.

“You don’t recognize me, Eric?” I pull down my hood, revealing the satisfactory smile painted on my face. “You shot at my father’s car. I’m here to collect payment.” My laugh turns into a growl. Eric’s annoyed look contorts into one of fear. His eyes plead with mine as his empty brain looks for a way out of the mess he’s caused. Unfortunately for him, there’s only one way out of this for him.

I pull the Beretta M9A3 pistol, complete with a suppressor from my waistband. As soon as he sees the gun, he drops his bag and starts running. Idiot. Quick on my feet, I search for something, anything. Finding a brick that had been shed from the building next to me, I pick it up and take aim. It hits him on the back of his head, blood trickling from the wound. His footing stumbles as he crashes to the dirty ground, face first. I lazily walk towards him, whistling a short tune. I love fucking with my prey.

“Oh, Eric. You pathetic bucket of blubber. I didn’t expect you to run.”

“Shut the fuck up… I’ll– I’ll kill you!”

“You can’t kill someone who’s been dead inside for years.” I roll his body over with my foot and hover over him, crouching as I aim my gun between his desperate eyes. “You can’t outrun me either. Let my barrel be the last thing you get to see.”

I pull the trigger, the sound barely audible to others but still singing for me. Brain matter and blood splatter are all that’s left of his head, painting the alleyway in nice shades of red, pink, and gray.

I wait a few moments for the gun barrel to cool down before shoving it back into my pants. It won’t be long before someone finds his body, so I turn and flee the scene. I’m not worried about the police, but I don’t want the issues that come with being in a different country. I just want to get back home and enjoy some peace and quiet. Maybe I’ll even start a little drama with a certain princess.

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I stalk her from afar, waiting for the right moment to ‘bump’ into her. All she does is lean against the wall, watching everyone else party while she sips her drink. It's probably water, anyway– I highly doubt that she would drink anything with alcohol in it.

Zolina is a gorgeous woman. She's a little bratty in my opinion, but once I take her as mine, she will calm down a little. A few good spanking lessons, maybe even tying her up, will help.

As soon as Zolina and Jezi arrived, her friend disappeared and hasn't made another appearance. Not very professional to leave your guard post while you're on the clock. Once she’s in my care, I'll probably just fire her. No need to waste her by killing her. Down the road, Jezi might become useful.

“What are you doing here?” Kias asks me, coming down the stairs. He looks like he just got fucked by a road cone because of how he is walking.

“What happened to you? Did he at least let you put it in, or did he do all the work?”

“She sucked my cock, and then I left her in the bathroom. Not like it's any of your business.” He tries to brush his hair back with his fingers, obviously irritated by my questioning. “I asked you a question. Why are you here? I didn't think they invited the black sheep of the family.”

“Ha… Ha. Maybe I enjoy being the black sheep. I don't blend in with the rest of the herd and get overlooked by everyone. Never thought of that, did you?” I retort. Two could play this game.

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