11 not mine

✨Kolya✨

This slut kneeling in front of me, doing me a good blow job is the sexiest fucker I have ever had this week. She was gagging as she took all of me in her mouth, tears forming in her eyes. Her soaking core rubbing in my foot while she moans.

I was on the brink of my release when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. I ignored it and continued to pump inside her mouth but the knock on my door turned into pounding.

''der'mo!'' I cursed and pushed the slut aside walking towards the door and zipping up jeans in the process. (Shit)

Gregory's pale face met my fist and he crouched down. ''This better be good or I'll put a bullet between your eyes.'' I walked inside my room and threw the slut's dress in her face. ''Get out!''

She looked at me for a second before dressing up and running outside.

''Boss wants you in the basement'' he spoke when we were alone.

''Zachem?'' I took my sweater and pulled it over my head. (What for)

''The girl asked for you'' he explained.

I thought they already killed her. It's been eight days since we captured her and she is still alive? I walked with Gregory to the basement as he filled me in on the details about Angel. It's the first time Gregory's interrogation skills last this long. I knew Angel wasn't that innocent as Yuri thought but for her body to last eight days over continuous beating and deprivation is something else.

I walked inside her cell and my heart clenched at the sight in front of me. Her petite body is a canvas of purple, green, and yellow abstract. Her hair is now a bird's nest and she fucking stinks. She was still tied to the metal chair and I can see the bruises on her wrist and ankles.

"Nickolai!" Angel screamed excitedly as she laid her half-open eyes on me. No one has ever called me by that name, not since my mother died.

How the fuck did she know my name?

''You asked for me'' I said bored, hiding my suspicion and she nodded. ''What do you want?'' I took the seat in front of her and I saw her brown orbs filled with excitement.

What's wrong with her brain?

''I'll talk'' she replied.

''And?''

''My answer is not free.''

''Okay'' I lied. I know she'll ask me to set her free, I'll get the answers we need from her and kill her after.

''I want a guitar'' I never expected that a guitar would be her death wish.

I chuckled and ordered one of the guards to get what she asked. When he came back, her eyes glimmered at the string instrument.

''What's your name?'' I asked.

She giggled ''still no clue who I am'' she said mockingly. ''Adrianna but call me Andi.''

''Surname?''

She shook her head ''told you. It's not free. Untie my hands and feet.'' I did as she asked and she rubbed her wrist and ankles. She removed her high heels and walked to get the guitar resting on the wall. She started strumming and tuning the guitar. I watched her fingers bleed as she continued playing with it. ''My surname depends on what you want. I can be Adrianna Harder.'' She said in a lust-filled voice. ''Adrianna Faster... Adrianna Fuck... and my top choice, Adrianna Good Girl.''

Surprised will be an understatement to describe how I feel. I didn't expect her to be this type of person.

''What were you doing in California?''

She asked for bourbon before she answered. She half-emptied the bottle ''a job.''

''What kind of job?''

She played with the guitar as she speak ''the kind you didn't expect me to do.''

''I'm not playing games with you'' I took out the gun from the waistband of my jeans and pointed it between her eyes. She just sat there locked with me. She is not afraid to die, that's what I saw in her light brown orbs. I lowered the gun and let out a breath. ''What are you?''

''An assassin'' she spoke nonchalantly but she asked for a bar of dark chocolate this time. That explains a lot. Her strength, her tolerance, and why she disappeared on Yuri two years ago.

''Which group?''

She yawned as if she was bored. ''Strip for me, Nickolai.''

''What?''

''Two questions and you're still dressed.'' This girl is crazy, I stood up and was about to walk out of her cell when she spoke again ''stay.'' I turned around and her eyes made me soft. ''Please.''

I sighed and sat back on the chair. ''Which group?'' I asked again.

''Take off your sweater'' she said in a monotone this time. I did as she asked half-heartedly. I'm now left with my jeans and nothing more. Her eyes roamed around my body but not in a lustful way. She was studying all my ink as if I was an exhibited artwork.

''Like what you see?'' I smirked.

She smiled at me wickedly before pulling up her dress, leaving her black panties on. I watch her in confusion. Does she want us to have sex in her state? I can't deny the fact that her body is beautiful even with all those bruises but what captured my eyes are the bullet scars on her chest and her stomach. I counted three.

''Like what you see?'' she mimicked my tone before picking up my sweater and pulled it on her body.

She sat back on her chair and played with the guitar again. My sweater hangs in the middle of her thighs and she looks so fucking sexy.

Fuck! I need to get my hard-on under control!

''Have you ever heard about the Isiah's Ensemble?'' her words echoed through my ears and I know, Yuri must have the same reaction as mine. She watched me and smiled

''figures.''

I feel like I was drenched in iced water as she continued to strum. If she is telling the truth, our family will be in grave danger because of her. Isiah's Ensemble is a group of twelve assassins feared in the underworld. They are the best in what they do and I never believed anything about them until now. Some say that the lower their number gets in their ranks, the resilient they get. No one has ever seen one of them because they move like the wind when they kill and disappear like smoke.

''What number are you?'' I found my voice after what felt like eternity.

''I want to see the sunrise tomorrow'' she demanded.

''Fine'' I lied.

She laughed lightly as if mocking me. ''Don't lie to my face, Nickolai.''

I watched her for a minute before realizing what she meant. I stare at my sweater on her, creating a pool of crimson spots on her right shoulder. Her continued strums on the guitar makes her wound bleed fresh. I ordered one of the guards to call Tina, our resident nurse.

Tina walked in after ten minutes and Angel's eyes were throwing daggers at her. I motioned Tina to check her wound.

''Don't'' Angel said in a warning voice that irked me.

''I'll just check your wound'' Tina used her bitchy voice. She doesn't know how to read a person as she continued in an attempt to touch Angel's shoulder.

The guitar fell on the floor and I watched in horror as Angel pinned Tina on the wall using one hand on her neck. Tina was choking as Angel held her tightly, lifting her feet a few inches from the ground. I stood up to help Tina.

''Angel'' I held her free hand and she looked at me, her eyes softening a little. ''She's starting to turn blue.''

''Blue suits her'' she replied with an evil smile. ''Don't fucking come near me again'' she dropped Tina and she started crying.

I told Tina to leave her medicine kit behind. I guided Angel to one of the cells with a bed to make her a little comfortable. She let me tend to her wound but my eyes were roaming around her body. I was getting a fucking hard-on with our proximity.

''Do you want to kiss me?'' she asked.

I was tempted to but I saw the cut on her lower lip. We did this to her and she's not mine to claim. Yuri owns her.

''No.''

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