Page 47 of Trapping His Angel

“He’s a strong one, that’s for sure,” I muttered.

Makari leaned against a far wall. “Maybe you should give him something to get him squealing.” He nodded to the wall.

I saw his eyes looking at the hammer. Old school busted kneecaps it was. I walked over and exchanged my weapons.

“Why the fuck did your boss send you?” I asked again, once I walked back over to him.

He babbled nonsensically, and I swung the hammer. I brought it down on his knee and saw one guard wince at the loud bone-crushing sound. A keening wail fell from the rat’s mouth, as he tried to get out of his bonds.

I couldn’t understand what he was saying. Bored with his torture, I ended his miserable life. I brought the hammer down on his head, over and over. Blood splattered across my cheek, as I savagely beat him to death, until his corpse stopped twitching.

“There,” I brushed some of my hair out of my eyes. “Take care of the girl,” I said to Makari on the way out.

He was already searching for which of the girls was Yakuza. We had so many files, and the men were still poring over many of them. The girls weren’t forthcoming about who they were.

They stayed holed up in the East Wing, never leaving and not communicating anything, other than to Valentina or Isadora. This mistrust was misplaced. I was planning on selling them back to their families. Not hurting them.

I guess, after living through The Academy, they couldn’t trust it. I headed back to my room to clean up. I hadn’t thought that Isadora was back, but there she was, sleeping on top of the covers.

I tried to be as quiet as I could, as I slipped into the bathroom and tossed my bloody clothes off. There was a new garbage bag hanging on the door, my people swapped them outmultiple times a day. The maid would know where to dispose of the evidence.

They were trained for this.

I stood under the spray, until it stopped running red, before grabbing my soap. I took care of my body, cleaning myself up. I didn’t want Isadora to have another flashback seeing me. I wanted her to sleep, since she needed it.

Had she been sleeping more? I know she was sick for a short while, but was she hiding more than illness? I was going to test her piss. It was the only way to be certain my seed had taken root.

She wouldn’t tell me. That was for sure. She’d been keeping herself away from me for days, and that wouldn’t do. I finished washing my body and stepped out of the shower, after turning off the spray. I grabbed my towel and dried my body.

On autopilot, I walked out of the bathroom and slid onto the sheets naked. She moaned and rolled right into my arms, snuggling against me. I felt a sense of contentment, something I never thought I would have with a partner.

Hell, I never thought I would have one of those either.

I was in love with this woman. It was early and fast, but this obsession festered deep into my soul, and I was coming to grips with the fact that I could never dig her out. I don’t think I wanted to either.

Her soft breaths blew against my cheek as I watched her sleep.

I wished I could keep her just like this. Safe and warm in my arms. Protected. But there were actual threats against us. Even though I caught the rat, it didn’t stop the Venezuelan cartel from having intel on us. They were working together against us and that couldn’t stand. We needed to eradicate them before something awful happened. Before people got ideas.

There could be others.

I couldn’t burn through the ranks like Viktor had done. Themen were still traumatized from what he’d done. I pulled my wife closer, taking in her sweet scent, and my cock twitched.

I peeked at her face.

So peaceful.

One more time, just to make sure, couldn’t hurt. I reasoned with myself and rubbed my cock against her slick cunt. She rocked against me, moaning in her sleep, as I slid my cock deep inside of her.

It was a little snug since she wasn’t prepared, but I didn’t move. I throbbed inside of her, jerking off the rest of my cock. Even without us moving, it felt like the greatest sex I’d ever had in my life.

I came inside of her with a gasp. It was strong and unexpected. I left my cock inside of her, and drifted off into a dreamless sleep. Or at least I thought it was, but when I woke up in the morning, I could’ve sworn I heard a baby wailing all night long in my sleep.

The sound haunted me to my core.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Iwoke again to Benedikt’s flaccid cock partially inside of me. Why was I sleeping so often lately? Was it the depression? My belly was bloated, and I scratched it a bit. I yawned, as if I was ready to take another nap. Maybe I needed pills to boost my energy or something. I heard women were susceptible to low iron. Maybe that was what this was.