Sitting on the king-size bed inside the hotel room, Braut was holding a glass of wine in his right hand, and he took a sip from it as he smirked. He was wearing a white shirt which he left unbuttoned, his bare chest could be seen, and he was just wearing a trunk. He was alone but not for long, a lady walked in a few minutes, and she just covered herself with a long white towel, but it was not long enough to cover her up properly.
Braut sat back as he watched her walk out of the bathroom, she smiled and winked as she stopped right in front of her and then dropped the towel slowly. Braut saw her small but firm breasts first, they were just pointing at him because the nipples were firm too. Braut panned his eyes down to her pussy, but she turned around slowly so he could have a good look at her ass which were not big not too small either just like how Braut enjoyed it.
Braut could feel his dick moving inside his trunk, so he just wanted to grab that ass and fuck her until she squirts all over the hotel room, but she had another agenda first, she cat-walked closer to where he sat as she bent down.
She looked up and her eyes met with Braut's and then she smiled as she reached for Braut's trunk and he knew what time it was, he took a sip from his drink and sat back. Without pulling Braut's trunk off, she could see the size of his dick showing through the tight trunk and she could not believe how big it looked so she was anxious to see if it was that big, Braut could see the anxiousness in her face.
she had fast fingers so in the next second, Braut's dick was up staring at her with the veins around it. Like a dog that was just let out of its leash, Braut's dick sprung out the moment she pulled his tight trunk off a little. She stared at the wonder for a minute, she knew it was a mouthful both literally and figuratively as she licked the crown of the dick, she could feel Braut shiver. She smiled as she looked up and down, she opened her mouth wide she almost swallowed the whole dick, but she brought it out of her mouth.
She licked around the dick like a cone of ice cream, she held it firm with her right hand even though she did not have to because the dick was standing strong on its own. For the next fifteen minutes, she was busy working on the dick as Braut's was moaning a little while he sipped his drink, everything changed when he was done with his drink.
He dropped the glass on a desk around the table as he stands up, the lady stood up too with her eyes still on the dick. She was not as tall as Braut, it's rare to see a girl that's as tall as he was. He was not just tall but not too muscular, but you could tell by his Abs and muscle that he was a tough guy and was about to prove it to her. He held his dick with his left hand as he massaged her nipples with the other hand, he then lifted her with both hands, and she gasped in amazement. he crossed her legs across his waist, and she knew what to do next, she used her right hand to lead the dick straight to her pussy and she moaned the moment she felt the dick touching the wall of her pussy.
Braut pulled her down slowly so the dick could all go in and she felt it because she screamed, it was too much for her but she liked it so it was a scream full of ecstasy. Braut stared at her, and her eyes were dizzy but he could tell that she was in love already, she is not his lover but a random whore he picked up so she could not be in love with him, she was in love with the dick inside her pussy. Braut pulled her up, so the dick almost came out from her pussy, just the crown was inside but then he pulled her down again and she moaned softly, he did that repeatedly as she screamed and moaned with tears almost coming out from her eyes because she was enjoying it.
It was like that for the next ten minutes, Braut was getting exhausted so he knew he could not do that forever, so he dropped her gently as he turned her around, she was facing the desk around the bed, and without saying a word she already knew what Braut wants. She was not sure if she could take a dick as huge as that from behind, but she seemed like she was a daredevil, she was ready to try. She bent as she supported herself with the desk, she looked behind her to see Braut standing stroking his dick gently and she smiled, it was her telling him that he was ready to take this beast he has under his legs. Braut was gentle at first as he put it in, and she could not stop screaming -
"Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...Fuck!"
He started slowly but hard, he went forth and back as he held her on the ass and any time, he hit it hard she would moan loud, her moan grew louder because he was going fast and she could feel that she was about to squirt, she could not hold it back because she was at her climax, and it was a beautiful thing. She squirts as Braut pulled his dick out, he did not cum yet and she knew it. She was pretty exhausted already, but she turned and grabbed his dick and put it in her mouth again, she was slurping the dick so fast and Braut could feel that he was about to cum. He grabbed her hair tight as he poured all the cum inside her mouth, she swallowed it all as she fell on the bed flat, and he laid on the bed too as they were both panting.
There are many times that you think about your life and the decisions that you have made one of them is when a gun is pointed at your face and the other is after a good sex, when your balls are empty. Braut lay down on the bed naked as he thought about his life so far, he knew that he has lived a simple life before now because all he had to do was get a contract and then kill whoever they want him to kill.
Everything changed the day he decided to leave the CIA, not the intelligence agency. Braut was a member of the Council of International Assassins, only a few know of their existence, but they are responsible for many high-profile assassinations in the world. They recruit kids and train them to be killers, Braut lost his parents as a kid and they recruited him when he was just 12 and until now, he was with them, and he was one of their best assassins in the Council. He enjoyed his days in the council because all he had to do was kill some motherfuckers as he calls them and then he got a huge payment, the council got their share of course. Braut enjoyed it but got bored and felt like he needed something more, he told the Council about his retirement, and they did not like it but convinced them, so they gave him his last contract which he came to do in Queens.
It was that same night that he met Michael, he felt like he talked too much at first, he did not talk to him that much that night while he was in his Cab and he hated to watch him ramble on and on, it took a lot of power to hold himself from shooting him that night. He was surprised the next day when he came down from his hotel room to meet him downstairs and the next thing was him begging him to help him become some sort of vigilante for him. He agreed that morning so that Michael would just stop following him but that night he thought about it and he just realized that Michael was like him but better.
Braut had a little sister after their parents passed away, the CIA did not recruit her so he looked for her at foster homes, but it was hard, and the CIA wanted him to just forget about any sentiments or feelings, so he just did that. He still regrets that he was not able to find his sister anymore, he looked for her but not for long so he felt like he should just help Michael out with the hijackers he was talking about.
He wanted it to be just a one-time thing, but he could tell that the feeling was different from when he was just a killing machine, for once in a long time he could feel that he has a heart even though it felt little, but it was great to know that he still has a heart.
The whore on the bed beside him stood up as she walks to the bathroom, Braut looked at her and then checked the time, it was time to leave the hotel room because he does not stay in any hotel that long. He is extra careful because he knew that someone out there wants him dead, he felt like they are a bullet out there waiting for him, so he was always looking over his shoulders.
Braut waited for the whore to come out from the bathroom as he walks in to take a shower, he wore his Tux as he walks out from the hotel to find a cab for his next destination.
Braut stood on the curb looking for Cab to wave down but he felt like someone was sneaking up from behind him, he turned sharply, and a black guy was behind him. He was a bit taller than Braut but looked skinnier, he wore a suit but not with the tie, and he looked simple but fierce.
"How did you find me?" Braut asked him and he smiled but it was a short smile and then he frowned again.
"Seek and Ye shall find." He has a voice and accent of an African youth pastor.
"Prick! What are you doing here?" Braut does not seem to like him that much.
"The council. They sent me."
"Why? What do they want?" Braut stared at his watery dark brown eyes.
"I can't tell you here. Let's get back to your hotel room." He gestured at the hotel that Braut just walked out from.
"Have you been watching me?" Braut sounded like he was annoyed already but the man was smiling.
"For his eyes are upon the ways of a man and he seeth all his steps," he replied as Braut kept on staring at him seething with anger, he exhales and then turns around.
"Walk with me." Braut walked away from him, he was not going back to the hotel so whatever he wants to say, he could do that while they walk.
The man stood there with his hands in his pockets, he smiled before he walks to Braut who was a few distance away from him already but he caught up with him quickly.
"So, what is it?" Braut was still walking with his eyes moving around, making sure that they were not followed.
"They have a job for you, they believe that only you can do it."
"Not interested." Braut did not care to hear what the job was all about at all; he was not ready to get back to working with the council again.
"When the council needs you, you don't say no."
"Well pastor, I just did." Braut turned to look at him with a smile on his face, he was not looking amused.
"I',m a prophet and not a pastor."
"Whatever." Braut stopped a taxi that was driving close to them, he hopped in and was about to shut the door but the prophet held it.
"Konge, do you know the story of Jonah?"
"No, but you won't see the mouth to tell the story if you don't let go of this door." Braut stared right at him with his cold blue eyes, the prophet let go of the door as he smiled.
"We will meet soon."
The cab just drove past the prophet where he stood smiling, he looked around as he put his hand in his pockets and walked away.
The cab that Braut entered drove him straight to the front of an apartment and then stopped, Braut came down and gave the cab driver some cash.
"Keep the change.'' He walked straight to the apartment; he could still hear the driver thanking him as he walked inside the apartment.
He walked a few stairs up and then stopped in front of a door for one of the rooms in the apartment, he knocked but no one answered so he knocked again, he heard footsteps inside walking towards the door.
He knew that the person inside was staring at him from the peephole so he raised his head to look directly at the peephole, after a few seconds he could hear sounds inside like he was unlocking many latches on the door.
The door was opened from the inside but not fully, a security chain was still holding the door but the space was enough for the person inside to show his face.
"What're you doing here?"
"Where's my shipments?" Braut stared fiercely at the kid that just opened the door, he would be in his late 20s.
"It was delayed but you will get it tomorrow morning, you could've called." The kid leaned forward to look around the hall where Braut was standing to make sure that he was not followed.
"Make sure it does not pass tomorrow." Braut exhaled, and he turns to leave.
"Of course! Please don't come to my place anymore." The kid said Braut turned around to give him a frightening stare and it worked on the kid.
"You know...I'm just saying. You don't see me coming to your place because it's better that way. I will call you when I drop it at the location." The kid slammed his door and latched it back.
Braut turned around as he starts walking down the stairs, his phone starts ringing as he looks at it and it was Michael that was calling, he huffed and exhaled before picking it up.
"I was kidnapped!" Michael yelled from the phone.
"Kidnapped?" Braut was confused, he was not sure he heard clearly.
"Yeah, am I the only one that thinks it's weird that they call it kidnap even if the victim is no longer a kid..."
"Alright give me that."
Braut was not with Michael over there, but he could tell that someone just collected his phone from him, and he recognizes that voice anywhere and at any time.
"Pastor, what are you doing?" Braut exhaled.
"Thou shall not test the lord, your God. I will send you the address where we can meet and talk about the job the council has for you."
Braut removed the phone from his ear and a message just popped in on his phone, he looked at it and it was the address that the prophet just sent to him, he exhaled as he puts his phone in his pocket and continue walking down the stairs.
"Jonah was a messenger of God that refused to go on an errand for God one day but God brought tribulations on his way so he would change his mind, Mr. Konge you're no different from Jonah heh?" The prophet winked as he hands over a file to Braut.
They were close to a beach, it was the location that the prophet sent to him so they would meet, Braut kept looking around to make sure that the coast was clear, and he did not see anything suspicious, just a bunch of people wearing shorts and bikinis walking around.
"Why me? Why did the Council want me to do this? They're lots of others available and they know that I've retired."
"Retired?" The prophet scoffs. "You of all people should know that no one retires in this organization, you were on a break, and they want you back now."
"This is the last job I'm doing for them, and I am out."
"Yeah, until they send me to you again. You know I do what I do best, I bring men to do my will, I make strong men cry, I always find their weakness."
"I don't cry."
"John 11:35, Jesus wept. You see Mr. Konge, everyone cries no matter how strong you are but I'm not going to lie, it would've been hard to find your weakness if this was like a year ago when you were still a lone wolf and did not have anything you care about but you've changed, you're now weak and I exploited your weakness."
"What's yours? What makes you cry?" Braut stares at him, he knew that he would not answer that question, but he wanted him to know that he was going to find his weakness too.
"Now that would be very stupid for me to tell you that huh? Farewell and good luck Mr. Konge." The prophet turns to leave but Braut calls him back.
"Where is the boy?"
"You will have him when you are done." He turns and walks away.
Braut stood there and watched him leave, he exhaled as he looks down at the file on his hands, he flips some pages open but then closed the file. He looks around to make sure he was not being watched, he turns and walks away too.