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Do I believe in magic? I'm not entirely sure about that. But Karma is a relentless bitch and that is on par with magical in my books. Old as fuck, taking a myriad of forms across time and space… ruthlessly just. But she is fucking slow, and that is why I have decided to do her job for her. Vengeance after all is a must, and I am not a very patient person.But there is very little one can do in the jaws of death. It's been six days in hell, also known as Babylon- the most exclusive sex club in the country. It is a neon-streaked enclave several feet up one of the tallest commercial buildings in Sin city, elevators accessible only with a special keycard- given on the basis of membership. Access is highly-restricted.I know.I have tried escaping. I realized long ago that for hapless, dewy-eyed, hopeless romantics chasing the thrill of romance, entry was much easier than exit. I once was like that- naive, lovestruck, stupid- until I discovered that the man I thought was forever was a rec

I just maimed a man. And he's probably dead too, but he deserves it. They all do. Quite frankly, I want to burn Babylon to the ground, but I content myself with this small win. I brace myself for repercussions, however. They are never late, unlike Karma. I stare at the passed-out man on the bed, gurgling blood leaking from where his balls used to be, silence keeping my company. A serene look is on my face as I watch the scene unfolding before me. I sit for a while, not moving from the chaise longue until my client's- now victim's- session expires, and Bronco opens the door to the room, wondering why we weren't done yet. "Holy fuck!" The horrified expression on his face is priceless as his gaze moves from the man on the bed to me and back. He calls someone to rush the client to a hospital, emphasizing that they take a back elevator to avoid raising brows.Still seated, facing the blood and rumpled sheets, I watch in silence as he barks more orders for the place to be cleaned up. The

'And who the fuck is Leone fucking Andreotti?'What a mouth.What a foul mouth. Suddenly, my pants are just too tight.Agent....Thirteen… She has no idea, but she just summoned the fucking devil, and he wants so badly to play with her. Who knew those lips... those dark embers in her eyes would arouse me so much?I didn't think I could ever go nuts for that kind of body. Petite, with the kind of hourglass proportions that makes her look even fuller; hides her slim waistline well. But the word is not quite petite. Frail-looking. Innocent-looking. A contradiction to that lethal tongue of hers. Everything about her screams Weak. From the smooth, platinum-blonde tresses with their dark roots to her light-grey eyes and those soft, heart-shaped lips. Nothing about her speaks Capable in any language. She hardly looks like the kind of a person that would have survived the assortment of injuries that she did, but that feisty spirit speaks a whole different story."One hell of a bitch," I say,