Rash Decisions

ETHAN COLE 

“I'm sleeping with step daddy… It feels so wrong, but yet so right-” I don't have the time to think because he grabs my waist, grinding it on his thighs. My face rests on his rock solid chest as his fingers work their way to my bra. 

Pop. It came off. My step daddy grabs my tit, giving it a hard squeeze.

“Fuck,” I moan enjoying every touch. He has this woody scent with a mix of chocolate lingering over him. 

“Ahh…” I gasp when he slides his lips across my tit.

Fuck, I love him…

…….

“How the fuck do you listen to that crap?” I groaned holding the bridge of my nose. Winnie lay sprawled on my couch, her audiobook playing in a loud speaker.

“I like it. Unlike a certain someone that lacks true romance — sex included,” she mocked pausing the audio. 

I shut my laptop and glared at her. Winnie could be annoying, but she was useful, and I loved useful.

“I've seen you fuck yourself once,” I smirked wanting to have the final word. 

I didn't. Winnie was so good at words and she played with it like a drug addict.

“What did you do? You rolled your eyes and shut the door before me, so that doesn't count!”

“I have a type, you're not one of them,” I corrected, raising the laptop as soon as a notification came in.

“I wonder the woman that'll end up with you. You're so loveless…” her voice trailed as I raised my hand.

   My eyes stayed focused on the screen as I read the message. 

“Terminate the target on sight.”

Winnie jumped to her feet coming over to where I sat. She plopped beside me peering into the screen.

“We should kill who?” She inquired, biting down at her lower lip. 

  I scrolled down to see a picture, current location and a short bio of my target. 

“Mr Jorge Freeman, eldest son and heir to the Freeman wine business.” I grasped the information, engraving the image into my mind. It was probably his heir competitor who wanted him dead.

Five million dollars to murder the heir to a multi millionaire wine company.

A grin spread across my lips. I stood to my feet wielding my pistol that always sat close to me. 

“Tell the others that I'll go alone, Winnie. These rich fuckers always lighten my mood.”

***

   “Fuck,” someone moaned as I stepped into the private brothel. I observed as she moved her hands vertically with so much experience. Her mouth went next while her tongue played with his dick. 

I sneered. 

He wasn't my target. 

   I walked over to a couch and sat crossed leg taking in the room; almost naked women pole dancing, shady men doing business while smoking pipe. It was a rich man's paradise.

“Are you going to keep staring?” I looked up to see one of the ladies, her hair was well oiled and she smelled like pineapple.

A wore a knowing smile as I had seen my ticket to finding my target.

“Only if you want me. I'm quite shy, do you like shy men?” 

Her cheeks grew bright pink and she sat beside me, her head resting on my chest. 

“I'm searching for someone, an old friend of mine, can you help me find him?” I asked, trailing my fingers through her hair. 

“I can find anyone,” she answered. Her fingers worked their way to my thighs, she drew imaginary circles around my dick area. 

I didn't flinch. She was pretty and useful.

“I'm looking for Jorge Freeman, he doesn't have a neck.”

She chuckled then looked up at me. My eyes held hers— brown, almost like Winnie's.

“He stays in room four, I can take you there,” she answered, but I was done with her. I raised her chin and planted a kiss on her lips.

“I'll be fine, love.”

    Standing, I fixed my tie, brushed my hair and walked to room four. Strangely it wasn't locked so I swung it open, my eyes getting a full view of a naked man tied to a pole while a guy fucked his behind. 

They turned to me almost as if I was interrupting something. I was, except I didn't care.

“Can you excuse us, sweetheart?” I nodded to the guy and he dressed quickly.

I took a stride to where Mr Freeman knelt pulling a chair along. 

“Who are you?” Annoyance was written all over his face.

“You should be asking why I'm holding a gun, Jorge Freeman,” I retorted, taking my gun from the belt and placing the cold metal at his arse. He shivered when I cocked the gun. 

“What do you want? I'll give you anything!” He melted so easily, spoiling the fun. I came here to play, but he was already pleading.

“Any last words?”

Mr Freeman trembled, sweat trickled from his face. He was my target and I was instructed to kill on sight. 

“I have money!”

“That's what they all say. Anyways it's probably your family that wants you dead,” I said standing from the seat. I pointed the gun at his head as his eyes grew in shock. 

He couldn't believe the people he trusted wanted him dead. 

Before he could say another word, I pulled the trigger and shot straight at his skull. 

I pulled out my phone and clicked the confirm button. 

“I should've let Winnie do this,” I groaned, putting my gun in my belt and walking out.

***

AVA DUVAL 

   “The press are everywhere around the house because your little shit couldn't stay in one place!” Father roared, biting his lips in clear anger. His temple wrinkled and his brows creased. 

I had no excuse because he knew the story too well. I went to an adult party, got drugged and almost died. This wasn't the first time I was drugged nor was it the first that people had tried to kill me. 

Father proposed getting a bodyguard, but I kept declining until now.

“I'm sorry,” I said, sincerely ashamed of my act. 

   Father kept ranting but my mind was far away. The scenes of last night played in my head, and that unknown man who saved me. I couldn't get a glimpse of his face because of the darkness.

Why did he help? 

I kill your kind for fun. 

His voice echoed in my head, I shuddered at the thought of him whispering in my ear.

Fuck me.

I'm clearly in deep shit with my dad, and here I sat thinking of a man whose face I barely saw. 

“Do you hear me?”

“What?” I asked snapping back to reality.

“I'm putting out an announcement for a bodyguard. You can do the interview yourself,” he said, finally sighing. 

   For once I listened to my father. “Okay,” I agreed, a small smile playing on my lips. 

After all, I was a useful asset, and my safety was of paramount importance. 

I watched as father left the room shutting the door behind him. 

I would get a bodyguard. 

I whispered, “I hope he's hot.”