I woke up alone again; the phone, wallet, and ring were now left on the bedside table. The note read: "Undercover job coming up, baby. Don't know when I'll be back."
Fine, then, you don't know. Now, I was free to stretch out in bed and shower naked—no need to cover myself up. I enjoyed the shower, and Damon had got me another of my new shower soaps, now apple blossom scented shampoo and some kind of floral blend shower gel.
I was quite a variety person, and it was nice to get some fresh scents for myself. I washed my long, blood-red hair twice as it was dirty already; no wonder after the session we had.
Sure, we'd dedicated the three weeks to the spa department, but even so, our sex is intense and rough, and there's sweat plus other secretions that we produce, so washing up after a session like that takes a while.
Once I got clean, I grabbed a lovely bright yellow bathrobe and wrapped my hair in a white towel. I was wonderfully clean and hot from always having to wash so hot.
I went to sit at the mirrored table, opened my hair, and dried it, blow-drying and brushing it at the same time. When I finally got it dry, it was always quite a job. I just put it in a ponytail.
I grabbed a black tee shirt and one of Damon's black jeans, cut the legs to fit, and they fit me really well. Then I went downstairs for a meal.
The house was empty. I was alone here and was now trying to make a sensible breakfast, as Damon had taught me, but I had to get a couple of eggs to fry for myself. You can eat sensibly, but I used to enjoy my food, and indulgence was in order if it didn't cause any problems.
I drank so damn much coffee and coke that I thought I was going to leak piss, but then again, I could concentrate on my piss. Hence, it was thick porridge when I pissed, really smelly, but I concentrated it often as I didn't always go to the toilet just during our sex session, so it was good to piss and to flush my bladder of all the concentrate.
I hadn't quite decided what I was going to do, but that three-weeker recharged my batteries pretty damn well, and now that I was no longer a trembling, scared creature, I was ready to be a lot snappier. The gigs started calling again, and I wanted to raise money.
It seemed to go every time I bought a house and put maintenance and stuff on it. But there were always gigs at Reddington, so there were no worries. I was good at what I did.
I didn't do the network work yet because it was always intermittent how everyone got anything done. My network had expanded, but as everyone was volunteering, I didn't require people to do things all the time. I gave them time for their own lives as well. There were a few who were very involved and kept me up to date and kept me on my toes.
After I'd eaten, I had a quick look at my laptop through my messages. My network had made its own place on the Dark web, and I scrolled through that too to see if there was anything acute, but in Europe, things seemed to run smoothly, and there was nothing that needed my attention.
I went into one room, collected my bags, and got my sniper gear and night tour gear ready. I also brought a good pile of spare clothes. I didn't even know where I was going to work, if there was accommodation, if I would have to buy a house for myself, and if it was empty.
I packed my air mattress bag in my car; I had a new SUV, a Porsche Cayenne Coupé. I had it customized in dark blood red with gold trim. Damon hadn't seen it yet as it had just come in the driveway, and I had bought it earlier, and it was now ready, so I asked them to deliver it to the driveway.
It was gorgeous. The car was very spacious, and I could fit my bags in it with no problems. It was so mine as it could be.
I then went inside to call Reddington and book the gigs. He promised to send me a list in half an hour and gave me the pickup address. He was more than happy. He had been very thrilled about my organization as it brought more people in contact with him and also these targets were taken out. There was always someone ready to take them out, and he had no problems paying.
I then got in my car and adjusted everything to my liking. I didn't keep the radio on, but I often had my own playlist with some pretty wonderful songs on it, and I liked to sing along on the drive. That is, if I wasn't swearing at other road users all the time. I had a kind of road rage. My temper was not suitable for calm driving around and being patient and understanding with other drivers.
I'd go on little gigs all over America to do some stuff. After I picked up my list, I'd program my navigator, pick which gigs I'd do first, and then I could always go back and do the rest of the stuff. Something inside me wanted to experience that power over life and death. And this time, I did have my humanity on.
I was restless and always wanted to do things this way from time to time. I was selective about my gigs and always wanted to take the best gigs off the top first. Enjoyment was important and now I wasn't focused on networking, now I was just doing the work. I was taking out the nastiest, usually. I had a personal grudge against these, and I enjoyed like hell killing them.
I was making money. So, first, I was doing sniper work. I drove a hell of a lot during that week and went to 15 states in total to do gigs. It was so perfect. To nail the target and it gave me satisfaction like no other. It quells my thirst for killing.
I was in Memphis. I'd bought a wonderful, enormous mansion here, old but very well restored. They had antique furniture, great beds, cabinets, dressers, chests, and drawers. These were mostly in the rococo style, the kind I liked. There was quite a lot of art and stuff, like statues. It had not been cheap, but then again it had been considering that it was furnished and all this art. I had bought it as it had been expensive to upkeep and it had been left by someone's distant relative and they had their own life and no interest in the whole mansion.
But I had a few jobs around town to do first. I got in my car after a bit of a tour of my six-story house and I thought I'd do these gigs, then maybe rest a bit, eat. I'll enjoy that incredibly lovely spa and sauna section when I come back. I loved to buy houses and nest in them. Not thinking about safety all the time. I was good enough to keep myself safe.
I set off to drive to my first destination, and when I got there, I always drove past the building where the target would come from or go from and looked for suitable viewing spots. It was all part of the hunt. Planning, anticipating.
I liked the roofs, not so much any apartment, and I found three suitable roofs. I set off towards the first roof. It was a tall building—a crosstown concourse. I pulled into a suitable parking space and got out of the car.
A man started walking towards me from the building, and I was very surprised when Adam came closer and grinned.
And said, "Surprise, my lady. I thought we could do a gig together. The little birds sang that you bought a new house. Well, I have to go through it and get the security team to put it in order so we can't live there yet, but are we going to have a sniper gig? I haven't shot with the proper equipment you always have for a long time, missy."
His voice had so clear steel in it that I was a little unsure of what would happen. At one point, these were my kills, my prey, but then again, he was my alpha, one that I more or less worshipped.
I replied, "Yeah, I bought a mansion. I have three targets, actually, and then I thought I'd get some rest and continue the night kill. I have a good list from Reddington. Gotta earn some more so I can continue to buy houses. I have a lot of antique stuff, and art in my new mansion, no idea what to keep. But I am on to prowl. I have good targets."
Adam laughed dangerously and said, "We do. My team will go through what you have and what goes in my vault or what needs more security."
He took a few steps closer, almost crowding me, dominating me. He was now very much more in tune, more dangerous, and really much sexier when he was in this mode. But I controlled myself, and we went into the building.
I would have liked to go to the roof, but Adam wasn't letting; he knew a better place he wanted to shoot from; he read through the target info as we were in the lift on the way up. He was going to take this one, and he was dominant enough, so I knew my place.
Adam was so loaded I didn't dare argue with him. I let him take the target. He took the money to himself. We agreed we would split the safe deposit boxes when we got there. Let's see how this goes. He wanted to be part of my night kills as well. I guess he wanted to spend time with me, but then again; he had this tuning and I suspect he had gotten some info about someone chasing me but not going to tell me. He was my backup.
This was a nerve-wracking experience for me as Adam went to the stations and adjusted the rifle to fit me. I knew I could adjust it back, but somehow, it always got on my nerves when it was my rifle.
Adam went into position, got the victim dead, and actually enjoyed it. He was as much on the prowl as I had been. He was a wolf and predator. I saw that he had limited opportunities to let this side of him loose.
He said, "It's one thing to do sniper jobs with a real rifle. Who's my next target?"
I gave him the file when we went down. I walked to my car, and Adam grabbed me under his arm. He kept me safe, looking around him all the time. As we walked to the car, I put the rifle on the back seat and didn't even notice when Adam was sitting in the driver's seat, adjusting the settings.
I went to sit down next to him, pulled my seatbelt up, and watched how deftly Adam steered my rather large and powerful car, clearly enjoying it. I was not sure will I had this car or will this would be one of his soon enough.
We did two jobs in the same way. I went along while Adam was shooting, and together, we always decided what would be a suitable spot to shoot from. With the last target, we had to search for quite a while and had to take one flat where Adam got the target destroyed. He was a hell of a sniper as well.
We always removed all our tracks very carefully, and Adam used his pack's magic to change our appearance slightly. He kept me safe, watching our surroundings all the time, also when we were driving. I noticed him looking at the rearview mirror very carefully.
Then we went to my mansion. He ushered me inside quite fast and started to work right away. Adam went through the mansion, tapping away on his tablet, and now he was tuned in differently again; now, he was a security consultant and an ironclad professional. I learned that if there's a different side to Damon, there's a different side to Adam. And maybe there's a different side to me. I'd just never thought about it at all.
I was a sniper. I must have had my tune in there. I was a femme fatale on some of my killing sprees. Then I was a sex beast with Damon, a house cat who liked to bake and cook, and then a raging beast if I let my rage out. And my darkness, my vampire side as well. I am more multifaceted than I had thought of. As I discovered, there were different sides and quite a lot of them.
Again, I learned new things, or maybe I should say, I noticed new things about myself and also about my surroundings. I didn't really want the sides to merge. It was good to focus on one thing at a time, and as Jarod had said, it was important to just be a Mimi sometimes and forget about The Flea, the killing spree, or the sniping.
Everything had its own time, and I knew I was going to have to keep all sides of me separate as best I could because from what I had observed so did everyone, no one was steady and always the same if they were thrown into different situations, not even humans. Having sides is not a bad thing, and I had no idea what I would evolve, what kind of new sides, or new roles I would have over the years.
After Adam had gone through the whole mansion, writing what he was going to do, he pulled out to make a call, and what I heard was like gibberish; I didn't know any of the terms that Adam used as he was describing the mansion and telling his demands to his people.
He was on the phone for a little over an hour. Of course, I would have to ask about this and maybe I could learn, but I was not going to become a security consultant just yet and I would let Adam be one. No need for to me try to do everything just myself.
Then he said, "Well, missy, let's go to the gigs then. You've got a pretty good list so we can't stay here, it'll take a little over a month to fix this up as we have to order some supplies but I can guarantee you it'll be safe and it'll be possible to lock Damon out of here. Although it would always be better if you didn't tell Damon about this at all. A lot of stuff will go into my vault, and there will be appraisal team asses their origin and value, so we won't leave anything too valuable in plain sight. if you like some pieces, we can put them into Chicago as it is ultra-safe to be displayed."
I sighed for a moment and said, " I'm glad this place is going to be okay. It's a pretty nice place, and I'll probably bring Damon here if the time is right. There are some possibilities of going wild,"
Adam grunted. He said nothing else as he just went out; well, I got my bags and took them to the car. I didn't know if Adam had any spare clothes or not. I had packed my spare clothes, ready to go.
Soon, six large black vans drove into the yard. Adam went to talk to the man, and the man handed Adam two large sports bags. Apparently, he had had spare clothes somewhere and had asked the men to bring them.
Adam had to get to the gigs with me, and then it was on. This Herr Hauptmann was as possessive as Damon, if not more protective. And I saw another side to Adam. I guessed that someone was after me. Or there had been again some reward of me. Sark must be getting desperate.
I had to seduce the victim, bring him to the alley, and then we would kill him, but as I unwittingly almost often seduced Adam at the same time, and when he was in kill mode, he was very easy to seduce, and he did indeed fulfill. I had no much saying as he was quite damn heated and now I saw again the quite cruel side of Adam. Well, a few times, when I had a victim whom I had a personal grudge, well Adam's aim was a little off so the victim would not die instantly and I saw pure pleasure, and beastliness in Adam's expression as he watched the victim suffer, dying slowly, knowing that's it, they won't survive.
I didn't mind when he threw me into the alley after the body was picked up, lifted my skirt or took off my pants, unzipped his, pressed me belly first against the wall, penetrated my cunt from behind, trapped my hands behind my back and took me really hard, biting me at the same time.
He was truly a beast, and he took me. And now he was much rougher with me than Damon had been ever. But I could take it and enjoy it very much.
I really didn't mind. I just felt a hot, hard cock sink straight into my helpless pussy, filling it up completely and fucking me utterly. Sure, we got the gigs done, but those looks, and then we fucked violently often in the alley.
Adam just couldn't keep his hands off me. I just wasn't always paying enough attention to my surroundings to notice our follower, Damon.
Damon had finished his gig and had heard from Adam that Mimi was doing gigs. It took him a while to get back to America, and he used the app to locate Mimi. He had planned to surprise her at the gig, fuck her to pieces, and pile up.
He arrived in Boston, and Mimi was there. He followed her as she came out of the bar with one victim. Mimi was wearing a black leather top, her long red curls down to her ass. Mimi's high-heeled boots gave her a seductive poise. She wore heavy make-up. The long-skirted coat was open, and the short black leather skirt barely reached halfway up her thigh. But Mimi didn't look like a whore, not at all.
Mimi led the victim into the alley, and Damon crept closer. Then he was shocked. Adam was there, all dressed in black, killing the victim. The couple registered their prey, and after the car had picked up its victim, Adam slammed Mimi face-first into the wall, lifted her skirt, spread Mimi's legs, and fucked her in the alley very roughly. Mimi panting and gasping from the heat and orgasms that shook her body before Adam penetrated her bottom and filled Damon's wife. Adam was taking her much more roughly than Damon had taken, and she moaned, panted, enjoyed so fully.
Jealousy rushed in. Damon felt his fists clench tight, and he wanted to separate the fucking couple, but what if that was just one time? He followed the couple. He followed the couple for over a week, jealousy and rage building and building as he witnessed his wife's passionate sex life with another man.
And also how they hunted together. There were so many nasty targets and he could have been right to dispose of them. But she had never even asked him. Talk to him just who these were. He was jealous as he saw a few times, Adam shooting fatally but not killing instantly and then relished as he watched victim to die. It seemed to turn Mimi even more on.
And then he just had enough. It would be time for her to learn again. But he still didn't know about the evil that dwelt within him, and it had its own plans again.
The evil was thrilled. The good side was nervous again as he had manipulated it to just watch, not interfere, and now, as the couple watched the houses from Atlanta, he felt the good side's rage burst out; he was so strong himself that he would do the next session all by himself.
He would enjoy it but let the good side experience it, to think again that humanity was out of the picture. Now, he would not release the core and send chase, fear, or terror; no, now the invincible would feel the pain, would be weakened again, and watch her own husband torture her brutally and for a long time.
Oh, that would make the bond between the two troublesome again. That satanic love would take a real knock again. He would stay stronger, and even when he was caught, they would push that satanic potion so he wouldn't weaken too much. But just enough, only enough to take away his strength.
But as he would get so much more strength from that session, he would stay stronger, time after time. He was really looking forward to the way the invincible would look at him questioningly, in pain, unable to understand how someone could hurt her so brutally. It would be wonderful. And how it would undermine the good side. Make his conscience ring when it all comes out.
We had now been on the road with Adam for two weeks. We fucked a lot. We were wild in that relationship. Somehow, the gigs made Hauptmann go wild, and I couldn't help it when he took me and dominated me so completely that I was all wet.
Yes, it helped in that situation that the victims were rushing toward me, and I got the jobs done quickly and efficiently. He enjoyed of killing and taking this side of him out of me.
We eventually ended up in Atlanta, and I started planning to buy a house there. I was looking at real estate within one firm already, actually. I could have taken a break already, maybe redecorated, but then again, the security consultant next to me would probably have that house fixed up before we got to live there.
Adam was also exploring the houses with great enthusiasm. He was nuzzling my ears and neck, seducing and distracting me pretty damn effectively, but soon our frenzy came to an abrupt halt.
Damon's voice in my head said extremely softly: "Naughty, naughty wife. First, you and Adam fuck halfway across North America, and now you're planning your sex nest?"
I was shocked. It showed in my expression. Adam furrowed his brow, and I said out loud. "Damon knows about us, and he's not happy. He's in that mood again."
Adam grunted, stepped out of the real estate firm, and scanned the surroundings very carefully.
I was silent for a moment and thought: "Damon, really, here we go again. Wasn't removing that evil spirit supposed to help? Wasn't the last time hard enough?"
Damon laughed in my head as if I'd said something crazy. I got a distinct feeling of rage and jealousy.
He continued: "No more fear and terror, baby, no, no This time let's continue in a bit of the same style as the rib crusher. I've realized there's no point in teaching you, so for now, I'll just settle for punishing you crushingly..."
Then the voice went out of my mind. My heart beated quite damn fast.
Adam came up to me with a stern look on his face and said, "I don't see where the fuck he is, but we're going to safety now. It is time to go the Chicago."
We packed up the car quickly, and Adam started driving towards Chicago, towards the safest house we had.