Page 50 of Targeted By Vengeance

His surprise at the attack, and the impact, sent him flying onto the floor. He hissed as he put a hand to his cheek, split open from the hard metal. A chuckle rumbled in his chest from the sight of the blood on his palm. “My bad,” he said, looking up at me. “Even Xavier hated it when I told him he’d married a whore.”

His words struck a nerve I didn’t even know I had. My mother and I may not have had the best relationship, but that didn’t mean I was about to sit here and let this asshole disrespect her.

I held up the gun and slammed my finger against the trigger. Over and over and over again.

Gunshots rang through the air, but I couldn’t hear them. I was too focused on Tommy’s eyes, widening from the shock and pain as I riddled his body with bullets. His blood splattered on my face and clothes, coating me in all his sins.

Eventually, the gun ran out of bullets and I was forced to stop.

The sight of his body, riddled with holes and seeping in blood, wasn’t satisfying enough for me. Not after the things he said about my mother.

I rubbed some of the blood off of my gloved hands as I made my way back to the computer. Without hesitation, I hit send on the email with the files that started this whole thing.

THE ASSASSIN

I never thought blood could be beautiful until I saw Simone damn near covered in it.

When she returned to the van after taking care of the retired FBI director, her black attire and face were decorated with red smudges. The color meshed nicely with her brown skin - and the lividity in her eyes. She wore her rage almost as proudly as she once did her badge.

I stole peeks of her through the rearview mirror as she stripped out of her shirt in the loading bay of the van. Some of the blood had seeped past the thick fabric, staining her skin. “There’s no point in changing,” she yelled to me. “I’m covered in this shit.”

“That’s alright,” I replied. “I prefer seeing you fully naked, but half will do.”

My comment summoned the tiniest of smiles.

Once we arrived back at the apartment, Simone’s hands immediately went to the waistband of her pants. As she walked towards the bathroom, she unbuckled her pants and looked over her shoulder. “You coming?” She asked, a sly smile stretching across her lips. “It’s gonna be hard scrubbing all this blood off by myself.”

Smirking, I followed behind her into the bathroom.

There, she wiggled out of the pants and undergarments. Her brown skin was painted with red smudges and streaks, like she’d just put down a paintbrush after hours of working on a masterpiece.

I could barely tear my eyes away as I leaned over the tub to turn the faucet knob. The water came spritzing out the shower head like a rainstorm, the droplets tapping against the marble floor.

Simone wasted no time hopping in the tub. The water poured over her, smearing the blood down her body. With her back to me, I could see tiny streams running down the curve of her spine.

I took off my clothes and joined her underneath the water. I grabbed a clean rag from off the rack, doused it with body wash, and rubbed it over Simone’s shoulders. Tiny mountains of suds formed on her arms as I scrubbed them with the rag. I made sure to be gentle as I washed her sins off of her.

Simone leaned back against me, curling into my touch. Her ass pressing against my dick made it hard to concentrate on the task.

Gritting my teeth, I quickly washed her upper body before turning her around so I could get her legs. I lowered onto my haunches, damn near eye level with her pussy, glistening from the water.

I ran the rag over her legs slower than I did her arms, admiring the shape of her thighs and the muscles in her calves. The red tint from the blood emphasized the amber undertones of her skin. The water dripping down her legs fell slow, cherishing every moment of its caress.

Once her legs were clean, I set the rag to the side and wrapped my hands around her thighs. I pressed my lips against her knee, glancing up at her as it began an ascent of kisses up her leg.

Simone rolled her plump lips inward. Not a single sign of protest lay on her face.

I gently pushed her legs apart when my mouth reached the top. I pecked soft kisses around the curve of her thigh, making my way to the treasure between it.

Simone moaned as my tongue flicked against her clit. Her hands crept from my shoulders to the back of my neck, pushing me closer as I twirled circles around the swelling bud.

Tightening my grip around her thighs, I eased her back against the wall. I lifted one of her legs and set it over my shoulder.

Simone opened her legs wider, giving me more access. Her head fell back against the wall as I left her clit and ran my tongue against her slit.

I worshipped her slowly, enjoying the sweet taste of her essence mixed with the warm water. It’s all I’d been thinking about since I watched her hone in on her target earlier. She moved like a lioness cornering her prey in that office. The determination and hunger in her eyes was delicious. She couldn’t wait to have that man’s blood on her hands. And now that she has, it was only right to reward her for such a successful hunt.

“Mateo,” she whined, bucking her hips against my face. Her hand pushed against the back of my head, shoving my face harder against her pussy.