The Billionaire's Assassin [COMPLETE]

File 6: The Contract

~18+ Mature~

Petaluma, California

Rex-2018

If life hadn’t thrown me a curve ball, what would have become of me? Rex commonly wondered to himself during nights like this. When slumber taunted him ferociously but never entirely gifted him with the pleasure of its embrace. He thought a night a carnal pleasure would have made him drowsy. However, it did the opposite, awakening him to reflect on his childhood mistakes. If I knew who Mia was back then and never fallen for her, would I be the man I am today?

At the last question, as he flipped through the papers Malcolm delivered from su alteza, he chuckled to himself knowing the answer. No. He would have never fallen into this life of assassination and unrelinquished torment of his past. His hands wouldn’t be so caked with the blood of his victims. Maybe, just maybe, he could have lived the life of a hero. The cool silver of his chain pressed into his chest at the thought, still believing he could have been a great man like him.

His Uncle Leo.

Rex’s teeth clenched with memories of the man he truly idolized while growing up. He’d been more of a father than his actual father, which scrapped at the callous flesh of his heart even more. After his parents' death, he’d come to know Maya (now Mia-Amber) for the egregious woman she’d kept hidden. She didn’t only take his parents life, she’d become a skilled markswoman with a list of kills, including his uncle and almost half the police force he worked with. When he found that out years ago, everyone he’d been sent to kill mimicked Mia’s wickedly gorgeous face he’d put a bullet through.

His fingers itched for the cigarette in his pockets, finding it with his lighter. The familiar drag of nicotine calmed his nerves, eyes casting to Trish, the thin bed sheets barely covering her naked figure.

As though feeling his lustful gaze, she stretched her body, arching her back to display her bountiful chest with a seductive purr. “Oh, Papi, why don’t you come over here and let me take your mind off business?”

Rex smirked at her suggestion. The papers weren’t what he needed to clear his mind off of; it was the girl who haunted his past, ready for her grand return into his life. And the vixenish woman in bed was the distraction, playing with herself tauntingly.

He licked his lips, placing the cigarette in the ashtray. “You know how to get a man riled up, don’t you?”

She moaned, touching herself openly while Rex grabbed a condom from the drawer, eyes locked on hers. “I have my ways,” she cooed, leaning over to him.

He’d already had his way with her multiple times. One more time won’t hurt, he thought, pulling down his sweats to reveal himself in all his glory. Her eyes widened, biting her bottom lip hungrily. With delicate fingers, she stroked him before placing his swollen member into her mouth. Although the timely pleasure was complimentary, it didn’t do his mind justice. Thoughts of Mia and her tantalizing offer he’d been reviewing through the paperwork on the table, bustled through his head.

The contract stated Mia would willingly give him her life if he’d complete three tasks for her beforehand. He rammed himself within Trish’s mouth, her tongue doing wonders to alleviate the tension building. Bitter rage coiled up his body, thrusting harder, blood boiling at the hypocrisy. Why should he have to give more when she’d already taken everything? And what was stopping him from just flying to Seattle and killing her at first sight? He now knew where she resided thanks to all the information she presented admirably. But why?

The pressure within him only ignited his passion for revenge, for pleasure, for Mia. He removed himself from Trish’s mouth to her dismay, ripping the condom open and sliding it on. “Flip over.” She did as instructed, positioning her butt in the air. His sudden thrust inside her presented a pleasurable cry of delight to elicit off her lips as he wrapped a hand around her throat, dreaming of Mia in his arms. Oh, the things he would do to her when he had the chance. And although he yearned to kill her swiftly and relieve himself of his life bound as an assassin, destroying her life as she’d done to him, wasn’t something so easily obtainable. Yet, she sent him everything to glide smoothly into her perfect life--a cozy CEO position at her company, his affluent lifestyle returned, her very life on a silver platter.

The only question remaining was why?

It only aggravated him more, plunging himself viciously into Trish who only screamed in waves of euphoria, her core wetting at the aggression. Mia always had a mind for manipulation and business, recalling their time at school. Back then, he just imagined that she was a genius prodigy who liked to be as mischievous as him. They did always have a good time together. Even when they fought, it would always end with meticulous pleasure that satisfied them both. He hadn’t felt that gratifying sensation in years, even f*****g Trish couldn’t measure up to him with Mia.

“Ah, yes!” Trish exclaimed, sitting up against his chest. “Oh, Papi!”

There was only one woman who came close. A woman in Miami who he kept on speed dial. They met when he was on a quick mission at a club and that night, she suddenly grinded against him the way Mia would when they danced. It didn’t take long for him to have his way with her in one of the VIP rooms and every once in a while, she’d call out of the blue for a nice f*****g.

Maybe he’d call her after he finished off Mia as a celebratory weekend. Maybe she’d be the girl to set him on the straight and narrow, forget about his past and create a new future with her.

He smiled slightly at the thought but still, the tension swelled inside of him with questions only Mia could answer. Mia. He reminisced on the picture of her, wishing it were her body he was plowing. Her screams of pleasure invigorating his eardrums. The taste of her lips on his mouth. Soon. He’d have her all to himself. He’d accept her offer. That wicked woman toying him with questions looming over his head that she kept out of his reach. She knew what she was doing to him.

He’d play her games...for now.

With a heavy groan, he released himself within the condom of Trish, stroking her neck before letting her tumble to the bed in exhaustion. He quickly stepped out of bed, throwing away the condom and returning into his sweats.

“You can leave now,” he told her with a wave, grabbing her dress off the ground. “I’m done with you.”

She clung to the sheets with a confused expression. “When will you be needing me again?” she asked, trying to keep fear out of her voice.

Rex picked up on the trembles in her fingertips and her widened eyes, smirking. He leaned over her, grazing her neck gently, sending a shiver down her heated body. “Never.” Her eyebrows furrowed with speculation. “Why the face, princesa? Afraid I might kill you after what happened yesterday, like staying cooped between my legs would protect you?” His lips widened with an innocent smile, almost chuckling to himself. “No.” He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh, walking away. “I have other matters to attend to and frankly, you’re a distraction.”

Coyly, she stepped out of bed, sliding her dress back on. He walked back to the cigarette in the ashtray, relighting it while she grabbed her heels, placing them on slowly. After exhaling smoke, he asked her, “What are you going to do now that Samuel’s no longer taking care of you?”

Fanning her hair out, she shrugged. “Maybe go home to my family. Haven’t seen them in years.”

He nodded, watching her grab her purse off the nightstand. Escorting her out his apartment, Malcolm stood by the doorway with his hands tucked in his slacks. Rex granted her one last smile. “Give your family my blessing.”

She grinned at the sincerity, strutting towards the elevator. Once inside, elevator doors closed, Rex turned to Malcolm with a stern expression. “Follow her. When she’s a few blocks away, kill her. And don’t use a silencer. I want to hear it.” He took a step back inside then paused. “And when you get back, tell the landlord I won’t be needing this place anymore.”

Malcolm nodded without question, heading the opposite direction to the stairway. Rex returned inside, taking another drag of his cigarette, strolling to his laptop. Seattle was only hours away, booking the earliest flight available. He’d leave in the morning with his things. Malcolm would stay here to wrap things up, clear away his existence, report back to the agency, then follow suit.

The papers lining the table was his key to finally winning back everything. And reviewing the papers once more, he knew exactly how Mia would suffer by his hands. She made entering her life way too easy which had him feeling apprehensive, making sure only she could cure the infuriating thoughts plaguing him.

He picked up her picture, breathing deeply. “You think you got me cornered, mi cielita, but it’s the other way around. Oh, the pain you are going to endure...”

The distant gunshot aroused his senses even more, slowly shredding her picture into tiny pieces, sprinkling them over the papers like confetti.