Hacienda De Mario Series I. Dangerous Love[FILIPINO]

Men don't think when their dick is hard.

That's what I've learned after years of playing the honey trap and killing my targets easily just because they couldn't keep their dicks inside their pants. It was a straightforward tactic, but surprisingly, it never fails.

Just like this one.

Blood splattered from the old man's neck as soon as I ran my knife against his skin. His delicate veins popped out beautifully in the moonlight as I held him against my chest, leaning close enough for my lips to touch his ears.

"Hush... it'll be done soon," I whispered as I tightened my hold on his body to ensure that he didn't fall and create a noise. His body convulsed against me as he slowly lost his breath, his eyes filled with hatred, just staring intently at me until he lost his life.

I licked my drying lips before I slowly pulled him to the bathroom and then used his corpse to open up the door before plunging him into the bathtub filled with water. I skillfully sank his body until the clear water slowly became tainted with blood before opening the faucet and filling up the water once again, letting it flow onto the tiles.

I let out a small sigh before cracking my neck and stretching my arms before I came eye to eye with my naked reflection in the mirror. My long jet black hair fell onto my slightly wet body as a few droplets of blood were scattered on my pale face.

I just sighed and then casually wiped off the blood dripping off my boobs before caressing a bite mark left on the crook of my neck.

Fuck it, he isn't a dog, so why bite?

I glared at the dead body in the bathtub before I walked out of the bathroom barefoot. My footsteps echoed in the quiet room before I walked towards the bedside table and grabbed my clothes before wearing them.

I looked at the tiny purse I dropped earlier and picked it up, pulling a cigarette before lighting it up from the candles surrounding the bed that formed the shape of a heart. I let out a little laugh while staring at the ridiculous surprise.

"He really thought, huh..." I murmured under my breath before I licked my lips. I then raised my hand and traced my necklace before pressing a tiny button hidden on its diamond pendant.

It is a device that sends a confirmation to our organization's system that I have completed the job. I then looked around before I took another glance at the bathroom door that was left open, as well as the faucet causing water to spread throughout the place.

I hadn't wiped everything off, and my fingerprints were probably around the whole house, but that wouldn't matter.

Soon enough, this mansion will burn into the grounds.

My body felt heavy after all the things I did to seduce that old fuck. I hissed, resting my legs on the bed, stretched my body, and repeated it on my other leg.

Gunshots echoed from the outside of the mansion, which eventually made me grin.

Here they are..

I work behind the scenes, and they will handle the rest of the hard work. After all, I am an assassin and am not meant to work on the front lines. I opened the window and quickly jumped down, landing onto the second-floor veranda.

"Good work, you should return now."

A cold voice from behind made me chuckle before I turned my back to face him. His cold demeanor was still the same as ever, and his strong hands were carrying the same gun he used to carry.

"I didn't clean my fingerprints," I answered and walked forward with a sarcastic smile on my lips, earning a simple eyebrow arch from him.

"You never had to," he murmured.

Of course.

I agreed inside my head.

I never was a living person to begin with

Gel just handed me a gun and turned his back on me. "Run now, I'll see you at the HQ."

I watched as he walked away and slammed the door before I shook my head in amusement.

He says that, and yet I never see him unless he's in the field.

I just shrugged my shoulders and then jumped down once again, falling onto the ground. I tightened my grip on the gun as I kept my senses alert. There's a huge chance that everything is already in control, given that Gel has already given me the signal to leave, but being careful wouldn't hurt.

Darkness loomed over me as I swiftly ran straight to the exit; gunshots were still echoing, but most of them were from the inside. Naturally, because I've made sure to open the path for them.

I jumped past the bushes in the garden before I hurriedly climbed the wall I prepared in advance for escape. As soon as I reached the top, I immediately looked for my getaway car, and after confirming that it was there, I jumped down once again, rolling my body to lessen the impact.

"Good Job, Felice." The car door quickly opened, revealing Heinz.

"Great timing," I answered and went inside while she quickly drove away from the scene.

"Gel would be finishing the work and cleaning up the pieces of evidence. Although I doubt that the Police nor the Government would be dumb enough to investigate." She muttered as we drove along the silent road.

I chuckled.

"They'd pretend to do something, then close it off after some time."

The ride was silent after that. My eyes fell onto the window as snow slowly fell from the sky. I slowly pulled down the window and stared at it intently before closing my eyes.

The burning mansion would look great under the snow.

A loud beeping sound echoed from Heinz's phone, which made both of us alert. She then proceeded to click the accept button for the call and put it on speaker.

"We're on the road..." Heinz spoke without further ado, followed by Gel's voice on the other line.

"We've finished here." A short pause after that before he spoke again. " —Felice,"

I simply tilted my head to the side and answered, "Yes?"

"You cut his dick off?"

A very loud silence enveloped the car after Gel's serious question. It was broken after Heinz burst out laughing, which simply made me grin.

"I did, so?"

Gel's sigh echoed from the phone while Heinz just shook her head at me, still laughing her ass off.

"I KNEW YOU'D DO THAT!"

"Stop laughing, Heinz. I was supposed to deliver his body to the client as requested, but I cannot find his fucking dick." Gel's frustrated tone just made me giggle before grabbing Heinz's phone and then putting it closer to my ear.

"The client wouldn't be that interested in his dick anyway; just send him as is." I rolled my eyes, still hearing Heinz's laughter in the background.

The old man I assassinated just earlier was a part of a Mafia Organization in Russia. Someone who has a relatively decent position but is not that important in their organization. Truth to be told, he's a lame target.

If not for his audacious taste, I would've killed him off gently.

No one knows the reason behind the order of his assassination, and I'd rather not know. Keeping things like this is better. Less involvement, less guilt, not like I've felt that for all the years I worked in this field anyway.

"You don't understand. I was asked to return every bit of him. Now do me a favor and tell me where it is." Gel was serious, and I could tell he was about to lose his shit, which just made me shrug.

I only do the killings; it was his fault for not informing me beforehand that he needed the target's dick as well.

"I threw it at the windows earlier while he was still alive... I bet the dogs have already eaten it." I answered truthfully.

I mean... even if that old man's dick is dirty, I bet dogs would still enjoy it as their meal at least.

Gel's curses echoed from the other line before I heard the familiar beeping sound of him hanging up. Heinz burst out laughing once again before she tapped me on the shoulder.

"So... You slept with the target this time?" she asked curiously as if it was a casual question.

I just stared back at her and shrugged. "He couldn't even get hard."

Heinz just giggled. "Probably you're not his type."

I snorted at that response. If only she had seen how dirty that wench's glances were to me. I was just lucky his dick could no longer keep up with his dirty mind.

"By the way, what will you do after this?" Heinz asked another question, dropping the subject, which made me ponder.

"Well... I'd go fuck someone, I guess?" My reply was filled with sarcasm, which made Heinz raise a brow at me.

"Yeah right, as if you can go out clubbing for the next few months," she blurted out, making me grunt.

She knows that and still has the guts to ask me what I'll do. Of course, I'd rot inside the HQ for months until the case dies down.

Ugh. Whatever.

I just crossed my arms and then looked at the window as I let the drowsiness dawn on me. As we passed by various streetlights, my eyes slowly drifted closed until I finally let the darkness consume my being.

[ After a Month]

The rainfall was heavy that afternoon. The wind was blowing so strong that even with the windows closed, I could still hear the impact it caused against them. I sighed as I sat down, leaning closely against the wall while I let my mind empty.

It has been a month since I last left the headquarters. I probably would have to stay here for another two before I get assigned to my next task. So right now, I'm stuck here like a prisoner.

A knock on the door called me back to reality before I sighed and stood up from the bed. The blanket fell from my pale body, revealing a flawless physique underneath, only wearing a thin piece of underwear.

I sighed and grabbed my shirt and put it on before I walked to the door and opened it. "What!?"

I snapped at Heinz.

"Gel's here." She answered seriously, which made me frown. Gel never goes to the Headquarters... unless he's about to assign someone a mission.

"But I’ve only been here for a month?" I muttered in disbelief, which made Heinz scratch her head.

"I know, but he's calling for you. You should go to the briefing room; there are quite a lot of

people there. Sounds big." Heinz shrugged her shoulders before eyeing me from head to toe. "—you should change first."

I just chuckled and slammed the door. I'd be a hypocrite if I said that I wasn't happy to be called in early, but there's this inkling feeling that bothers me about this situation.

"What's happening?" I walked inside the briefing room only to be greeted by a huge picture plastered onto the monitor.

It was a man, maybe around his early 20s. Curly hair, deep green orbs, and a small mole under his left eye. Sad to say, the target for this mission is quite my type.

I immediately arched my eyebrow.

Now, that is someone I'd probably fuck once before I kill...

"You're late." Gel, who is, as usual, in his stoic stance, just pointed out something that I already know. I just shrugged and sat down beside Heinz before glancing at all of the people in the briefing room.

True to her words, there is quite a lot that is involved in the case.

"Let's move on then," Gel just clicked his remote, and the slide on the monitor changed. Now showing a different man, quite younger than the last one, and I must say that he may even be in his early teens.

"There are two targets? What? Brothers?" I whispered to Heinz, who shook her head.

"There are 16, and yes. Brothers." She explained, which left me unable to react quickly.

16 targets? And all related to each other?

"Are you telling us to massacre a whole family?" I muttered at Gel, who just glared at me.

"This is why you should attend on time. The mission is to kill only one of them." He hissed, which made me lick my lips.

Fine, my bad. I didn't get the memo, and I also have no copy of the documents. What did he expect?

I looked at Heinz, who just handed me a folder containing the files of the targets. My eyes quickly skimmed through it, but a certain phrase made me stop.

Castle Madreval...

"WAIT— Castle Madreval. Are you talking about the Mafia Madreval?" I asked seriously, which earned another disappointed gaze from the rest; even Heinz gave me an annoyed look.

Gel almost cursed, but he maintained his composure and gave me a very fake smile. "Yes, exactly. Now will you please keep your questions for now? We're in the middle of a briefing. You can ask after."

I shrugged my shoulders and then closed my arms above my chest before leaning my back on the backrest of my chair. I kept my eyes focused on the monitor as Gel moved on to another slide, revealing another picture that looked the same as the teenage boy I saw earlier, except that this one had a little scar on his forehead.

"Cassio Madreval, twin brother of Dren Madreval. Both are 15 years old and are the youngest of 16 siblings. No further information as well." Gel explained seriously, which made my ear perk up.

—as well?

I immediately read through the other profiles and frowned deeply when I realized that only images, names, and ages were the available information. Other than those, there's none.

What is the purpose of this briefing then? There's not much information to talk about and analyze…

I looked at Heinz once again, who just shrugged her shoulders; it seemed like she was confused as well.

"That concludes the profiles.... and Felice, since you were late. You have to study the others by yourself." Gel muttered coldly and then clicked his remote once again, showing a rough map of an island.

"I am sure you've heard about Castle Madreval. It is common knowledge in this line of work," he spoke as his eyes lingered on the complex map before he stared intently at me.

"This is where you shine, Felice." His words made me frown.

He is not asking me to seduce them, no? There are 16…

"No honey trap. Madrevals doesn't fall for petty plays like that." I almost sighed in relief when I heard that, but the relief immediately faded as confusion filled my system.

"But then... why me? You know that’s how I do the job."

Gel just gave me a cold look before pursing his lips. "You'll be killed on the spot if you ever try to seduce one of them. Madrevals rarely sleep with people outside of their organization, and if they do— they dispose of them as soon as the deed is done."

I didn’t budge after hearing that. It would be far concerning if they don’t do it that way, after all, what kind of huge organization they are if they can’t even establish rules that would protect their lives? It is common knowledge that assassinations are mostly done through spies. I think their approach is wise. It rids traces and lessens the risk of assassination.

"So what do you want me to do?" I hissed.

Gel shrugged his shoulders and then showed another slide on the monitor before he smiled at me. Gel’s smile sent a cold shiver running down my spine which kind of made me want to curse as a reflex. I know that smile….he never acts like that unless he’s throwing me off on an impossible mission that would either get me killed or incapacitated.

"You'll be a maid."

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