Page 157 of Bratva Jewels Box Set
She’s good.
“I need the guy on the bed to be by the window, and I need the curtains opened,” I tell her.
“Before we start the party, are they”—I see her arm raise as she points to the guards—“going to be watching?”
Mr. Toper looks at her, then the guards. “Fuck off, will ya,” he says.
“But boss—” the guy who answered the door begins to argue.
“Get the fuck out, I want to enjoy my welcome gift in peace, and maybe if I’m feeling generous you can have my seconds.” He chuckles.
The guards grumble but eventually leave.
“Now, sugar, why don’t you come to Daddy.”
I think I’m going to be sick.
The blonde giggles again. “Come and get me, Daddy,” she purrs.
I watch as she runs around the room, then stops right in front of the
large window. She pulls back the curtain, at the same time pulling the strings that hold her dress together and it falls. Mr. Toper’s eyes widen wildly.
“He needs to be near the window, not you.”
She nods in acknowledgment and starts dancing for him. The poor guy is so mesmerized he has no idea what’s going to hit him. She backs him up to the window, and I have a clear shot of his head.
“Give him a blow job.”
I watch as she sinks to her knees and opens his robe. This point of view from her chest sucks.
“Oh, Daddy likes this welcome gift.”
She giggles again before she tugs on his thimble dick trying to get it hard before she sucks it into her mouth. She’s earned that ten grand, I bet that’s what she’s thinking of while sucking on his putrid dick. I wait until he throws his head back for the perfect shot.
“Suck me harder, princess. I want to see you gag on it.”
Please. She sucks him harder and fakes a couple of chokes giving the man’s ego a stroke. It doesn’t take long till the man is threading his fingers through her hair and fucking her face. Then he does it just before he comes, he throws his head back, and I take the shot.Sorry, sweetheart, your night just took a turn for the worse.Bullseye, straight through, clean shot—he had no idea what hit him. Least he went out with a woman’s mouth wrapped around his dick, it could have been worse.
The blonde starts screaming as the man slumps to the floor with a chunk missing from his head. The window is splattered with his blood. The two bodyguards come charging in hearing her screams. I take aim, and they both slump to the floor with their boss. The woman’s screams get louder as she crawls into the corner screaming.
My work here is done. I quickly pack everything up and do a wipe-down before sending out a quick text to my client letting them know it’s all done. I close the window, draw the curtains, then pack up my gun and make sure everything is wiped down. I have probably five minutes to get down to the basement and my car. I grab my case and key and head out of the room, thankfully, the corridor is empty, and I swipe the elevator down to the basement.
13
MAXIM
Stepping out into the fluorescent-lit basement, I click the button to my Maserati Ghibli, and it flashes open. I throw my bags into the trunk and slam it shut, giving the metal a hard slap for good measure, then jump in and get the hell out of there. My wheels screech out of the car space, and I swipe my keycard to get out of the building. I pull out into the traffic and check my time. I still have minutes to spare before the police are called. I give the scene one last look in the rearview mirror before taking off. Easiest million I’ve made. The car’s Bluetooth picks up my phone as Sergei’s name flashes across the screen.
“Another job done,” I answer.
“Everything is wiped on my end. You’re sitting pretty.” He chuckles.
“I’ll be home soon.” I took this job for its convenience.
“Grace is fine. But we do have some things to talk about when you get home,” Sergei states seriously.
“What does that mean?”
