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➙Hands to myself 𝖻𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗓

"HELLO, MOTHERFUCKERS." I pull my finger out as they suddenly start to shoot at us. I look at the couple where Carlos is shielding. I growl thinking about the loose responsibility taken under the camera supervisors.

"We have covered you inside out. You should submit to us." The announcer speaks carrying a horn corn speaker. "I request the Reaper to come forward."

The guns are aimed at Carlos. I am being controlled by anger when suddenly Adora covers Carlos saying, "He is not the Reaper." I squint my eyes in confusion.

I look at Carlos who mimicks the same expression. I know I won't let anyone harm my familia but Adora saying that will trigger them at him knowing that she is trying to cover her husband's death.

I sigh slowly stepping back taking advantage of their distraction and press the emergency button. "So let's take it in a hard way then." The announcer mutters.

"What's the use of taking things that are easy huh?" I smirk. Soon everybody start to fire at each other. See I told you right? My birthday shall always be a fucking curse.

I crouch down opening the small drawer under the staircase where my hidden weapons are kept during emergency. I haul out two guns, pull down the magazine to check the bullets, and store them back.

"Let's kill these party poopers." I whistle lowly watching how Carlos is covering Adora who shrieks in fear. I run in their direction pulling Adora back.

"Go and alert the securities to pull more back up armies. We need to relocate our place." I drag her to my office room which is secured by my fingerprint. The room has its complete safety measures.

"If anything happens then fight," I say her making her nod her head frantically. Just when I am about to turn she clutches my wrist.

"Keep him safe." I sadly nod my head, sad that even she is selfish not to think about my safety and jealous because I don't have my mate.

Just when I am about to lock it, she again whispers, "And you too." I act like I didn't hear her words. Powerless, I am scared of the topic. I don't need to act vulnerable. I don't need to be a second choice. It's good she was being selfish.

I tuck the knife in my garter belt after tearing my slit more. I kill anyone who tries to be near me. I slide underneath the dining table and drag down the tablecloth diagonally allowing all the containers to fall over my prey. I look on the either side and kick the nearby chair making the person to fall down and shoot him.

My dress is now ripped off showcasing my stockings and blood staining on my upper body. My eyes scan the room and land on him.

Black eyes like a closed dark room, hidden with secrets and curiosity like a child to find out which key fits the lock. The sight of his role is not a place to close but open.

I shoot the person behind me knowing his footsteps are choppy like landed on the wet mud of my front lane. I want to chase him, lick his sweat and kiss those kissable lips.

My fingers for the first time are eager to rip off something which isn't of the enemy but a police officer's dress. Love at first sight. Kinda laughable if I, the leader of the mafia speak.

But knowing love we must know one thing, it never comes easy and I won't back away until he is underneath me squirming in pleasure moaning my name like the last fucking mantra he needs to chant.

I am not a pastor but for him, I will turn into a fucking God so that he could only bow down in front of me. He needs to chant my name, not of the heavenly father. I sneer pulling out my gun shooting behind him distracting him.

One of my men arrives trying to protect me. "I don't need your protection but yeah do know that guy over there is my prey." I turn to look at him. "Mine. He is mine." He quickly nods his head and rush towards the other corner to kill.

I eye him up and down, the way he tries to show his dominance, prove his worth but his eyes holds another curiosity. Just another step is taken and I am suddenly pushed at the corner. I grunt in pain when my back smacked the wall. I hit the man's spinal cord through my elbows.

I pull his head by tucking his hair hard and spit at his eyes compelling him to close his lids and take the opportunity to cut off his throat. He lies limp on the ground making me roll my eyes.

I refocus my eyes on my man. He takes the first step followed by the rest, so he is the leader of the fucking puppets I guess. I shoot his behind guard making them point at me. Carlos throws the smoke bomb at them making them cough.

"Get used to it Caterina. One day you will need this lesson I taught you." I remember what she said and use the technique.

Day by day the time extended to stop my breathing making me able to stop it for ten minutes and damn if I don't take its advantage. No, it wasn't easy but I had to as I run towards them and within a few seconds kill them down with their vocal cord wide open leaving my prey.

He coughs trying to remove the air around him by waving his side. I walk closer to him, sliding the gun he is using to hit his head. "Welcome to my world, pet."

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I focus my eyes on the sleeping beauty. His sharp jaws are well described fitting their perfection through the right spot of eyes, nose, and mouth. His chin didn't have any beard or mustache allowing me to easily slide my fingers across his cheek, stroking his soft flesh. I like the taste of kisses without any hairy substances.

And his look did fit him so well. "I like it when you are so into action." I chuckle eyeing the nameplate on his chest side.

"Aristide." Defines lion or best, he can roar all he wants to but only when he is withering after a powerful orgasm.

I kiss his forehead and at that time the door burst open. I sigh turning back to look at Carlos.

"How is your scratch?" I murmur. He smirks folding his arms.

"Scratch? No baby, it's a fucking wound cut deep. By the way, why did you hold him captive?" He glances at Aristide who remains unconscious for a while. I offer a dose to him to extend his unconscious state so that he doesn't create any trouble for us.

"I got my wish." A wish I aimlessly requested. If it did come true every time then I shall cut my birthday cake every weekend.

"A wish to take a police officer as captive." I grin at him.

A wish to make him my pet, my submissive. It's not always the nipple clamp or dildo that a submissive needs. Sometimes the worth of putting one underneath the rightful owner is more tempting than a moaning mess.

"Well, our man did give us some well information." I stroke his cheek, my thumb padding his smooth surface. What cream does he use? I slowly remove his blood-stained cloth and take the cuffs he brought for The Reaper and cuff him to the metal headboard.

"What is it?" I trace the inks scattered around his body and the main tattoo is located in the middle of his chest, a butterfly.

Young love. I look at him and smile. Never knew I will meet a hopeless romantic lover.

"Igor had a tracker installed near his heart for which we were unable to trace any device. I too did his checking and got Mrs. Russo's report where it states that he is of no danger. But let me warn you Caterina, he came for the Reaper, a person may not be a threat but his motive is."

"I will look into the matter, thank you Carlos and yes do give the payment of the five men who were injured in the surveillance room." He nods his head and walks out. I turn to look at him, he does know quite well about our place as if-

Do we have a mole? The thought itself makes me feel angry. The room is dark, the spare room needs a proper renovation for which I had to drag him to my personal playroom, the room where it's made for the owner and the partner to have their sexual fantasy. A pole is placed at the center urging me to swivel around it and I couldn't control the dampness my panties had so I go there removing my shredded dress.

A groan escapes from his mouth making me smile in delight. I look at him and him at me yet neither of us made any move. I tantalize the sway of my hips gyrating the pole behind me keeping my eyes at him. Funny isn't it?

We both are stripped naked except the undergarments which are the only cockblocker to my path of enchantment. "What happen baby? Scared of me?" I mock him through my native tongue.

I thought of making my birthday a grand celebration only for this FBI cop to intrude in the middle of my cake cutting and taking me as- what they say? Oh! Yeah. A captive. I chuckle darkly when no reply came.

I look through my hooded eyes at how tempting he looks. There he is, cuffed at the metal bed rail. His veins pop out like an invitation for me to sink my teeth on them like a vampire towards its prey.

He is my prey. My pet. My fucking slave.

It's not a story where a woman is submissive, it's a story how a woman dominates. Be it in bed or in world. I like the term dominate, it appease me, makes me feel good, like a fucking divine God allowing people to beg for mercy.

The net stockings soak my sweat making them feel like my second skin. I laugh cruelly at how beautiful he looks, his chest heaves up and down. His erect titties want me to soak them in freezing cold to make them more erect and suck like a popsicle.

"It's a pity to see how a handsome man like you is tied up like this." Italian words come out from my mouth earning a glare from, causing me to grin widely.

I place my hands on the soft mattress and crawl on my fours like a predator to it's prey, like Nila towards Jethro, like Tina towards Tommy, like Anastasia towards Christian. I grin devilishly at him straddling on his lap. He arches his back making me bite his exposed bud. He cries in pleasure, a wonderful masochist.

I smirk looking up at him while he close his eyes. His unruly hair make me tug them harder, I knead the silky strands and arch his face upwards. He could only moan. What a sight of being a submissive!

I chuckle pulling back. My saliva drool around the now red bud, coating itself. The drop fell down on his lap but he didn't look down. His eyes were now cold, may be regret.

"It's kind of sad you know like the thoughts of where the FBI police officer is and if somehow they banged the door I will happily open it to show them a sight unseen." I sneer, my native language do suits me good.

His eyes widens. He shook his head but didn't say anything. Hmm. Interesting my pet.

I again smirk, "How will it look? The great three stars badge officer is now cuffed. The same handcuff he brought to imprison the mafia princess. What a shame baby what a shame." I tsk shaking my head.

But what made me feel satiate was his controllance, the power that only a submissive can play.

Finally after a longest pause he asks in his Italian tone forcing my wet folds to produce heat that drools down wetting my panties.

"Who are you?" I smile kissing his earlobe shuddering him. He knows who I am but not my real name. So I give him the name they all gave me.

The name that tags me like a shadow, a second figure of hidden outline that everyone is scared of. I snarl giving him the answer which made his black eyes widened.

"The fucking Reaper."

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