By the time I turned 23 we had put another 15 assholes in the ground. 5 a year may not seem like much considering how many women and children are subjected to rape, sex trafficking, and murder but it takes a lot of time, patience, and skill to meticulously remove 33 very bad men and two equally disgusting women with out raising suspicion, while living in the shadows and still strategically putting into place all the domino pieces. I just needed to complete my final training. The final domino piece.
This wasn't a ghost mission. It was more of a hands on job training session and a means to a resume that would set everything in motion.
I had been working at the beaver damn strip club for a few months, learning how to read, and handle men in a whole new level. Some of the men where just little boys that knew nothing about women. Some where just flat out pigs that couldn't get a woman with out throwing money at her. Then you had your womanizers. Some of these may deserve to go on a list in the near future. One thing I wasn't counting on was getting involved with someone. He wasn't a customer he was a bouncer.
Cole Smith. A beautiful 6 ft behemoth with wavy brown hair, sea green eyes, muscles like a pro wrestler and a cold stair that some how made me feel a bit aroused especially the night he came to my rescue. A couple drunken frat boys had cornered me into one of the back private rooms.
Frat boy 1: I been watching you all night.
Rylee: Yeah and you haven't tipped once.
Frat boy 2 grabbed me from behind groping my tits. "Never show all your cards" I had to play their game. Be neutral if you will. Fight but don't beat and definitely don't kill. So I did what most women would do in this situation I screamed. Cole had to have already been searching for me because he was there in a flash. Frat boy 2 was thrown off of me like a rag doll. He hit the wall so hard I swear I heard it crack. Frat boy 1 had the audacity to get angry shoving me aside making a beeline for Cole.
Frat boy 1: Do you have any idea who I am!
He slurred jabbing a finger at Coles chest. Cole was looking at me with darkened eyes. I was playing the damsel in distresses a little to well with my little fall from the drunken push. He grabbed frat boy 1's hand twisting in a way that I definitely heard cracks.
Cole: There's a no hands rule here. Especially where she's concerned.
Frat boy 1: You broke my fucking fingers.
He was strong, and very easy on the eyes. In that moment something unfamiliar took over me. A feeling of lust. I wanted to jump him right then and there. I was a patient person when it came to the job but Cole was pushing my patience to a limit, proving to be a slight pain in the ass. He was too much of a gentlemen, wanting to wine and dine me a few times first, before he would finally fuck me.
We were just finishing our meal after about our 5th date in three weeks.
Rylee: I need you Cole.
Cole: You have me Emma
I was done playing his game, my body aches and I needed something my hand just couldn't provide. The corner of his lip curled up. The candle light from the dinner table flickered as his eyes darkened. I slipped my foot out of my high heal and pressed it into his crotch. He was already getting hard.
Rylee: I need you now Cole!
As if on cue the waiter came. Before he could ask what we wanted for desert Cole was already handing him his card.
Cole: The check. Now.
He was intimidating and I loved it. With in ten minutes we were standing in his room in his apartment, and for the first time I was allowing a man to seduce me. He took his time undressing me ravishing me with his eyes, mouth, fingers. I eagerly helped him out of his clothes and couldn't help ogling his cock. It was beautiful standing full attention with a moisture glistening the tip.
Cole: Is this what it's like having men ogling you all the time.
He chuckled as he swooped me up and laid me down on the bed. I shrugged and smiled taking his face in my hands and kissing his hard lips. His large rough hands ventured down past my nub. One finger slipped through my moisture. My body tensed up as a wave of unknown pleasure coerced through my body as a small moan escaped me. Cole paused for a second giving me a look of confusion.
Cole: Emma, are you virgin?
Rylee: Yes. Please don't stop.
I grabbed his wrist motioning him to continue. He plastered a smile on his face and added another finger slowly stretching me. I was about to have my first orgasm and he hadn't even put his dick inside me yet. He slid both fingers up until his knuckles were rubbing my clit. My walls caved in as fluid drenched his hand. He pulled his fingers out rubbing my cum over his penis before reaching over to the nightstand beside the bed grabbing a condom. I watched carefully as he rolled the thin rubber over and down his long shaft.
My body reacted and was ready for more. He nudged my legs apart with his knee as he lowered him self. He teased me with the tip grazing my opening as his mouth fell on my breast. His tongue swirling and flicking my hard little pink nipple. He perched one arm beside my head while taking in the other nipple before kissing his way up my neck to my lips. He brushed a few strands of hair from my face.
Cole: You ready baby.
I nodded. He reaches down guiding his cock through my center before perching his other arm to the other side of my head. From a planking position he slowly rolled his hips forward driving his cock deep. They said it was suppose to hurt. There was pressure from the tightness of my walls around him but all I could feel was pleasure. Being my first I didn't have anyone to compare him to but! It wasn't what I had imagined my first time with Dante being. Why was I thinking about Dante while having sex with Cole.
I was keeping Cole a secret from Gram but he knew. He didn't say anything and I think deep down he was hoping Cole would make my feelings for Dante subside. For a short time I thought maybe. Maybe after our mission was complete I could come back and have a normal life with Cole. That thought was short lived when Gram threw some photos on the table infront of me. My heart gave a flutter, as warmth spread through my center like a wet fucking dream. The man in the photo had beautiful thick black hair cut into a perfect fo hawk. The five o'clock shadow framed his masculine jaw line, while his height towered the man next to him. Even though his eyes were hidden by black sunglasses I knew, my body knew.
News of Vincent Santinos heart attack spread like a wild fire, bringing home his only son, Dante Santino. Thank god Mr. Santino lived and was recovering at Manhattan general where the photo of Dante was taken. This meant we were headed back a few month shy of the initial plan, but it also meant I still had a chance to face the man who pulled the trigger taking my father from me.
With in two weeks we were state side. Gram got us a little town home on the upper north side of Manhattan. It was with in 30 minutes of every club, business and hotel that I would be infiltrating. My main job was going to be at my dads most legitimate of businesses Bane financial. My uncle was using it to skim money off the charity reserves and I was going to worm my way in and slowly deplete his assets. When my grandfather started the business it was just for the wolves of wall street. Marketing and investments for the rich and snooty and mostly gangsters.
When my father started making things more legitimate he expanded Bane financial providing loans to small business, offering 401k's and other financial guidances for average people who needed that opportunity to make something of themselves. He was no RobinHood, and despite his Mob boss reputation, he was a good man and a loving father.
It only took a month for me to work my way from secretary to lead charity organizer. I worked closely with accounting who managed the funds. Making quick work of finding all the small loop holes my uncle was using to steel the charity money. Over time I secretly leaked the information to Sam Dean. The CEO my father had put in charge almost 20 years ago. Sam was a smart man and it didn't take him long to discover that I was his little mole. He didn't know who I was or why I was helping but he was thankful for it and together we snuffed out all the dirty employees helping my uncle.
Two nights a week I worked at the Lions den. It was one of the clubs my uncle had owned that Mr. Santino took control over, on account of it being one of the most successful clubs. It was known for its special VIP sections. There were two levels with two different memberships. There was Platinum member for high end business men, and then there was gold member for only the most successful and powerful. Princes, mafia, beyond rich and famous.
It was also the club most frequented by many of Santino's men. Even with my beaver damn resume it was proving difficult to get into the gold member level. I was fresh meat which meant I stayed on the lower standard club level with the average college frat boys and casual business men and traveling sales men while the women with seniority got top floor.
This actually played in my favor. Since my first target Carl Ricci was just a foot soldier and usually stayed on the lower level. Getting his attention was all too easy. I had a small apartment near the club as a cover for the nights I worked incase I was ever followed. As expected Carl did just that. He was someone who hid in the shadows and was a known rapist. This would be a double win for me.
The apartment had a secret connection to the room next to it. Not sure of the story behind that but it worked for us. Gram took residency there. My back up plan. I knew the shadows, I was one. I knew he had followed me tonight and, I made it all too easy for him. My apartment was on the corner of the second floor, with the kitchen window facing the unlit ally side of the building closest to the fire escape. I conveniently left it unlocked. I have to admit he was pretty good but not good enough. To the average person they would have never heard him come in. I was not the average person and was well tuned to the slightest of movements as he entered my room.
My covers were thrown off of me as he leaped over me grabbing my mouth with one hand and holding a knife to my throat with the other. I suppose being a second hand cousin to the Santino's made him so sure of him self he never bothered with a mask. Only a few years older than Dante but looked nothing like a Santino.
Carl: You scream I'll cut that pretty little face of yours. You struggle, I'll cut one of your tits. Be a good girl and I'll make sure you keep your job.
I almost wanted to laugh. He was so fucking pathetic. The look in his eyes when my knife plunged into his side lacerating a kidney was met with satisfaction. I flipped him over taking his own knife and stabbing it through his right arm making it immobile. While removing mine from his kidney and placing it in his left arm.
I gripped his legs between my thighs and held him down by his throat.
Carl: You fucking bitch.
He wheezed through his tightened larynx. I pulled out a photo of my family I had waiting under my pillow. His eyes shifted from the photo to me. Even though he was in pain and losing color while bleeding out, he was searching his memory and my face struggling to place me and the them. My own memory surfaced of Carl at 17 coming in the room with his brother Gino Ricci who was only two years older. Both caring gas cans laughing as they sprayed the entire room.
Rylee: Always make sure your enemies are dead before you walk away.
I informed him. His eyes widened in complete shock.
Carl: Rylee.
My name was barely a whisper as his body grew cold and breaths drew weaker.
Rylee: Say hello to your uncle Benny in hell!
I yanked out my knife and watched as his eyes rolled in the back of his head. I sat up tall, inhaling the smell of death as I raised my head to the sky. Perhaps I was becoming a bit to accustomed to it. Like a junkie taking his first hit of the day. It was exhilarating.