The Assassin's Destiny

Chapter 11: Unnecessary Dangers

Chapter 11: Unnecessary Dangers

Argent

             “Extend your fist this way to avoid hurting yourself.” I extend my fist to show Penelope what I want her to do. After a long bout of hot, sweaty s*x, I pulled her from my bed and made her change into a sports b*a and yoga shorts so that I could teach her how to fight and protect herself in case I need her to.

             I know I’m teaching her how to fight, but all Penelope can do is gape at me. She looks like every man’s wet dream in her little shorts and top. I have to stifle a groan every time she moves.

             She’s sleek and curved like a cat. I have to stop talking when she licks her lips and slides her hands down my chest and abs. “Are you listening to me?” I ask.

             Pen shrugs her shoulders. “I guess,” She replies weakly.

             I roll my eyes. “No, you’re not, Little one. What’s wrong?”

             Pen bites her bottom lip and moves closer, making my eyes darken with desire. “What’s wrong is that you’re seriously distracting,” She replies with a sweet pout.

             “I’m distracting?” I ask, giving her a broody smolder. “Have you seen what you’re wearing?”

             “So, why are we here and not in bed?” She mumbles petulantly.

             I shake my head. “Because I want you to be able to defend yourself,” I answer with an intent stare. “I need you to do this, Pen. I don’t see any other way if you want to be with me.”

             Pen swallows hard at my earnest tone. “Okay, but don’t get mad at me if I start feeling you up at random times.”

             I chuckle in reply. “Alright, but be careful that you don’t hit any sensitive spots.”

             For nearly an hour, she follows my instructions.

             Once we’re done, I lead her to my hot tub, strip her down, and reward her for being such a good student.

             “Argent.” Penelope sighs out in a choked groan as I lick and stroke her firm breasts and pouty n*****s.

             Her hands cling to the side of the tub’s lip, and her back is arched. The water undulates with the movement of our entwined bodies. Penelope wraps her legs around me to grind her wet folds against my c**k, but I don’t let up. Pulling her closer, I nip one of her n*****s and suck it hard. Then, I kiss my way down her chest and lick the concave curve of her stomach. “Please, Argent, I need you inside of me.” She mewls out. Her body is moving at a frenzied pace at this moment. Wrapping my hands around her waist, I lift her up and slide my swollen tip inside of her wet sheath.

             A cry escapes both of our lips as pleasure ignites through every nerve in our bodies. Clinging tightly to her waist, I begin to pump my hips hard against her. Her tight sheath clings to my shaft with every smooth glide, sending pleasure through every nerve ending. She feels so tight around my c**k. It’s such a delicious ecstasy to feel her hot, wet center take me in.

             Penelope cries out with every lunge of my shaft as it hits her sweet spot. Pushing her knees up, I settle her legs higher and go deeper. “Oh, god.” Penelope mewls out with a gasp as she clutches my shoulders tightly and moves her hips in tandem with mine. 

             After several more strokes, I halt my movements and mutter against her lips. “Let’s go the bed.”

             Chest heaving, Penelope nods her head and lets me carry her back to the bed. It’s t*****e to move because every time we do, she slides her wet cunt across my hard c**k and dips the tip inside of her wet center.

             Bodies quaking, I settle back on the bed with Penelope straddling my waist. “f**k me, little one,” I mumble breathlessly against her lips.        Penelope settles her hands on my chest and begins to ride my c**k. I clutch her firm a*s and help her move until we’re both sweating and panting as we come closer to our release. My balls tighten with every slide of her walls, and my stomach contracts. “Oh, yes. I’m so close, Argent.” Penelope slams her hips harder against mine, her breath hitching with every word.

             I continue to kiss her and caress my hands up her n***d back, her silken shoulders, and neck. Jaw tight, I close my eyes and stifle a groan. Penelope’s nails dig into my shoulders, and she lowers her lips to mine with a rapturous cry. I grit my teeth at the feel of her inner muscles clenching around me. Unable to take another moment, I slam into her body one last time and fall over the edge of ecstasy.

             We cling together for a few minutes. As our bodies settle down. I turn on my back and rest my arm behind my head with a satisfied sigh. Pen lies next to me and tucks her head on my shoulder. I don’t think I’ve ever been this satisfied in years or this content to have her in my arms. It’s as if she was always there, and I can’t imagine being without her.

             Penelope cuddles closer to my chest with a gratified sigh. “Mmm, I like this. I don’t want you to ever let me go.”

             I’m humbled by her comment. To have this exquisite creature be so honest with me is a bit unnerving yet liberating. I don’t even think Lauren was this open with me. Pushing my hand lower, I wrap my hand around her rounded a*s and whisper. “I like this too.”

             We both fall asleep contentedly in each other’s arms that night and for the next three weeks. I never thought I’d be in a relationship again, but Penelope makes it easy. It feels so normal to take her out, hold hands, and sometimes stay in, cook. There’s something about waking up with her in my arms.

             When I’m not taking care of something for the Confradia, I’m with Penelope in my house or hers. She spends most of her nights in my home because I have more privacy.

             Unfortunately, we’re still puzzled over Sebastian’s whereabouts. It’s as if he has disappeared. Mateo and I have used every resource we have to find him, but the trail has grown cold.

             It isn’t until the fourth week that I hear news of Sebastian’s reemergence.

             I’m lying back on my bed watching Penelope get dressed, my eyes glued to her firm breasts bouncing with every movement.

             “I won't be able to come over tonight because I have a presentation on the extinction of medicinal plants of the rainforests. Do you want to come over for a late dinner?” She asks as she slips on her panties.

             I’m so distracted by how good her a*s looks in her little thong panties that it takes me a moment to respond.

             Exhaling deeply, I sit up higher on the bed and gently reply. “I can’t come over tonight either, Little one. Word is that the man I’m looking for is in Costa Rica. Mateo and I are going to take a flight this afternoon.”

             Penelope’s face pales for a moment. But she instantly recovers. Taking a deep breath, she clips her lace b*a, straddles my hips, and settles her palms against my stomach. “How long will you be gone?”

             “I don’t know.” I settle my hands around her waist and pull her closer. “I’m hoping it won't take long. Maybe a day or two.”

             Her face falls a little as she leans close and lays a kiss on my lips. “I’ll miss you.” She whispers shyly.

             My heart skips a beat, and the kiss immediately becomes more intense. Our tongues dance and seek desperately. Neither of us wants to let go. After a moment, we pull apart, looking dazed and breathing heavily. Her eyes are dilated, and her face is flushed with arousal. Caressing my thumb across her satiny jaw, I kiss her chin before I mumble. “Call me if you need me. In the meantime, be safe. I’ll call you as soon as I get back.”

             Penelope smiles and crushes her lips against mine again. “You be safe. If you get hurt, I will be very angry. So, promise me you’ll look out for yourself.”

             I chuckle and groan in reply when she rises from the bed and continues to dress. “I’ll be on guard,” I reply steadily. There’s no way that I can make any promises to her. In my business, promises are shallow, considering that I can get killed at any moment.           

             Once Penelope’s gone, I go to my office and prepare for what’s to come.

             To my surprise, it doesn’t take me long to find where Sebastian is holed up. Mateo picked his location up strictly by chance. We made the mistake of looking for him in North America and a couple of other countries, but we never expected him to be so close. Apparently, Sebastian is a bigger fool than I thought he was. Either that, or he’s overconfident in his abilities.

             As I watch the man that betrayed me take several drinks, his gaze latched on the stripper’s bikini, all I feel is enraged. When Mateo told me they found Sebastian at a club in Costa Rica, I was in utter disbelief. Apparently, Sebastian has been working the clubs for a couple of weeks, which makes no sense; Sebastian was never the type to frequent strip clubs. I remember all of the times we’d party together and all of the women we ran through. Sebastian was like my brother.

             After doing some digging, we found out that Sebastian’s organization is not happy with the fact that I breached his system and foiled his auction. He lost a great deal of money that night, and they’re coming for him hardcore. I actually considered leaving him to them, but there’s too much he has to account for.

             Right now, Mateo and I are observing Sebastian from the other side of the room as he makes his way into a private booth. “Stay here,” I tell Mateo. “I’m going to talk to him.”

             Mateo shakes his head, his eyes open wide. “What? No way. I can’t let you walk in there alone.”

             I arch a curious brow as I button my suit jacket. “You do realize that I’m a former Assassin. I know how to fight, shoot, and use a knife. I’ll be fine.”

             Mateo throws his hands up, ceding my point. “Alright, but remember, I’m the one who Penelope will kill if something happens to you.”

             My head snaps at the sound of Penelope’s name. My stomach flips at the thought of our goodbye this morning. I wanted to take her again, but she had to go.

             Mateo hands me a g*n, unaware of my distracting thoughts. Turning my thoughts back to the task at hand, I take the g*n and check the magazine, tuck it inside my holster, then check the knife hidden inside of the sheath strapped to my back.

             I have to set aside my personal feelings for now. I don’t want to get shot because I’m distracted.

             Before a stripper can step into the room, I give her a stack of money and send her on her way. I do the same for the bouncer who happily takes the obscene amount of money that I give him. The look on Sebastian’s face when I take a seat in front of him is nearly priceless. “Hello, Bast. Looks like you’re experiencing a real jol right now, you fokker.” Sebastian tightens his lips. He hates it when I use South African slang on him, and he also hates it more when I call him a fucker.

             I place my g*n on my lap before he can run away, pointing the g*n’s nozzle in his direction. Sebastian’s face stiffens tensely as he takes a drink from his glass. The glass clinks to the rhythm of his hand. He’s definitely angry. “How did you find me, Argent.” He asks steadily.

             Reaching for my own glass, I slide back into the seat and take a drink. “You of all people should know that the Confradia has extensive resources. Why did you do it, Bast? What did you get out of it? Because I have to tell you that from my end, it looks like you’re getting the short end of the stick. I heard that your new employers are searching for you, and I don’t think it’s to thank you for your service. That’s why I’m going to give you a choice. Come with me. Tell me everything you have on these people, and I’ll see what I can do for you.”

             Sebastian throws his head back with a bitter laugh and takes another drink of his glass. “Who are you kidding, Apollo? You and I both know that Confradia’s not going to let me go. They’ll kill me as soon as I talk.”

             I nod my head in concession. “True, but I can make it quick. A privilege that none of the others will give you. What do you say, Bast?”

             Sebastian swallows hard as he gazes intently into his drink. Sebastian and I are the same age. Like me, he’s fit and attractive. He’s tall, with dark brown hair, emerald green eyes, and symmetrical features. Right now, he looks tense and wary. That’s what happens when you screw people over. We had been the best of friends for years before we joined the Confradia. That’s why I was so blindsided by his duplicity. He even knew my wife and my daughter. He’d been to my home. It makes no sense.

             “Are you at least going to tell me why you did it? Don’t I deserve that much?” I ask.

             Sebastian’s jaw ticks as he gazes intently into my eyes. “Do you really want to know why I did it, Argent? Does it really matter? In your eyes, I’m a traitor, and traitors need to die.” His demeanor changes at that moment. It’s almost scary how his face darkens, and his lips pull back from his teeth with anger and an untold emotion. “You might as well kill me now, Apollo, because I’m not giving you shit.”

             I clench my teeth, trying to control my anger. “Just take my deal, Bast. We were friends once, and I’d hate for you too─”

             “Yeah, well, some friend you are when you judge me so quickly!” He shoots up to his feet with a drunken cry. “Don’t pretend to give a s**t about me.”

             I shake my head in denial of his words. “That’s not true, Bast. I shared my life with you. My wife welcomed you into our home, and my daughter called you uncle.”

             Sebastian’s lips curl into a derisive yet sad sneer. “And look where that got them. They died because of you!”

             His revelation hits me like a bomb. Gripping the g*n tightly, I rise to my feet and confront him. “What the hell are you talking about?” My chest heaves and my control begins to waver.

             Sebastian shrugs, giving me a smug smile. “What do you think I mean? Think about it, Argent. You work for a company that dealt with shutting down Terrorist cells, and your wife and daughter are conveniently killed. Someone killed them because of what we do. It was because you were so dead set on finding those men who bombed that embassy. You killed them!”

             I don’t know what happens next. All I see is black as my body crashes against Sebastian’. We both roll around the floor, fists flying. I ball my hand into a fist and punch him in the face and fall back when Sebastian kicks me in the stomach. We’re in an all-out brawl at this point. Kicking at his chest, I roll away and remove my g*n, but somehow Sebastian manages to dodge my shots and throw his own. I should have known that the mother fucker had a g*n. 

             I’m so caught up in my anger that I become careless because somehow, Sebastian is able to slip out of the room. Running behind him, I rush through the now frenzied crowd. Unlike me, Sebastian doesn’t care if he shoots innocent people. Screams erupt across the room, followed by anguished cries as a few people are hit.

             Mateo follows Sebastian as he slips out of the club and runs through traffic. It’s a chase at this point. Horns blare as we wind our way through traffic and jump over the hoods of cars and the milling crowd.

             Cutting through an empty alleyway, I manage to get ahead of him and tackle him to the ground. Sebastian’s g*n skitters across the ground, but he’s not out yet. Gripping the scruff of his shirt, I push him against a nearby wall and place my forearm against his neck. Sebastian aims a punch at my ribs, making me flinch back with the pain, as he kicks at my chest, but I catch his kick before he makes contact. Sebastian uses my grip to twist around and elbow my neck, then turns to run, but I parkour up the wall and kick him in the face. At the impact, Sebastian slumps down on the floor, his face a b****y mess as he gazes intently into my eyes. “Kill me, Argent. Kill me because there’s no way out for me!” He pleads with an almost regretful expression that perplexes me. 

             Maybe it’s sentimentality, but I hesitate. This is the man who was like a brother to me. I don’t understand how things went wrong.

             I know that I need to shoot him, especially after what he said about my family. Deep down, I knew it was because of what I did, but it hurts to hear it. As I gaze into my former friend’s eyes, I somehow manage to back down. I’m confused. On the one hand, I still care about Sebastian, but on the other, he has been selling women. He has to pay for what he did.

             “That’s what you want, isn’t it, Bast? But I’m not going to kill you. You’re going to pay for what you’ve done, and I’m going to be there to see it happen. You betrayed me. You betrayed all of us, and it’s time for you to take responsibility for what you’ve done.”

             Sebastian’s lips tighten with an untold emotion. He almost looks like he wants to say something, but his expression clears, leaving me feeling like something is not right. “You know, Argent. I heard that you have a new woman. That she’s a beauty with eyes the color of the sky on a clear day. Did you already break your promise to Lauren? Have you found someone to replace her?”

             “Shut the f**k up, Sebastian.” My voice is down several octaves now. How the hell does he know about, Pen. I’m beyond angry, which is exactly what Sebastian wanted. He manages to scramble for his g*n and aims it. I’m doing the same when both of our guns go off. My shoulder stings from the bullet going through it, and Sebastian cries out when my bullet hits his thigh. However, he doesn’t let that stop him. He shoots again while he rises to his feet and breaks into another run. Having no choice, I cover my wounded shoulder, hide behind a nearby wall, and shoot back, but I’m too late. Sebastian crosses the street, gets into a cab, and drives away before I can make it to him. Mateo appears beside me a second later, his chest heaving from his exertions. “f**k! f**k! He got away!” I cry out.

             “s**t, you were shot!” Mateo calls out, his face paling as he looks at my bloodstained shoulder. “Let’s go, Argent. There’s nothing you can do now. Sebastian won’t get very far. Let’s get you some medical attention.”

             Thankfully, the bullet made a clean break through my shoulder, so all I require is stitches. The Confradia doctor injected me with antibiotics, wrapped me up, and sent me back to Brazil. There’s nothing that I can do until Sebastian comes out of hiding again.  

             The trip back to Brazil is very uncomfortable. I’m angry because Sebastian’s still on the loose. I also can’t help but hear his words ring in my mind. Did I break my promise to Lauren and Naria too easily? I love them both. Yet, Penelope shows up, and I let their memory fade. Another thing that I have to worry about is Sebastian, knowing about Penelope and Lyria. Who knows what Sebastian might do? Yet, he could have killed me, and he didn’t. The bullet barely hit fat. Sebastian is an expert shooter. He could have shot me in the head if he really wanted to. I’m torn. Something is not right, and I can’t put my finger on it.

             Mateo heads off to continue his search for Sebastian as soon as we get home. Sitting in my office, I slip off my jacket and wince in pain when my shoulder begins to burn again. The painkillers are wearing off. Slumping down in my chair, I think about what to do next. What if he hurts Penelope?

             I’m so lost in thought that I don’t hear Penelope’s knock or the door opening.

             Glancing up, I meet her beautiful eyes. Remorse coats me as I consider Bast’s words. He now knows about Penelope, which means that I put her in even more danger than she was before.

             When will I ever do anything right? It’s true what they say; no good deed goes unpunished.

             Unaware of my thoughts, Penelope closes the door behind her with a timid smile. “Hey, I heard you were back, and I wanted to see you.”

             Rising from my seat, I stand to face her. She’s so small compared to me and soft in all of the right places.

             “Penelope…”

             Penelope’s eyes widen with horror when they land on my injured shoulder. Covering her lips with her hands, she approaches me. “You’re bleeding! What happened?”

             I look over my shoulder. There’s a small bloodstain on my shirt. I must have opened a stitch struggling with my jacket. “It’s nothing. The bullet went clear through. I’ll be fine.”

             Penelope’s face pales further as she gazes intently at my wound. “You were shot! Oh my god. How? Why?”

             “You know I can’t tell you. All I can tell you is that I’m fine, little one.” I respond gently.

             Penelope nods, but I can see that she’s not convinced.

             “Okay, let me clean it then.” She mumbles breathlessly. I want to tell her not to bother, but something in her expression stops me. Her body is obviously trembling, and her eyes glisten with unshed tears. I can tell that her fear is about more than my wound.

             Giving her an encouraging smile, I nod my head. “Alright, but let’s go to the bedroom. I have a first aid kit in my medicine cabinet. You can attend to me there. ”

             Penelope wordlessly follows behind me. I’m debating on telling her not to bother, but I hesitate when she disappears into the bathroom. She needs to do this. I can see it in her eyes. Seeing me hurt shook her, and the only way she can control her fear is by taking care of me. It’s how she copes.

             I follow behind her to see that she’s holding the kit in her hand and is already rummaging through the contents. Once she finds what she needs, she begins to unbutton my shirt and gently slides it off my chest. My skin burns with every touch of her gentle fingers. However, I remain still.

             She’s surprisingly efficient in cleaning and bandaging the wound. Once she’s done, she lays a gentle kiss on the bandage then rests her forehead on my shoulder with a sigh. “I don’t like the fact that you’re hurt.” She mumbles weakly. My stomach quivers with untold emotion as I listen to her sweet words. It’s been so long since someone has cared for my life.

             Pulling her closer, I slide my hands around her waist and kiss her forehead. “I’m fine, Little one. There’s no need to concern yourself.”

             Penelope pulls me closer to her embrace with a nod. I won’t pretend that I don’t feel that this woman is holding me in her arms as if she never wants to let me go.

             Without a thought, I reach for the straps of her dress and lower them until her dress is around her waist and her bare breasts are touching my chest. Penelope glances trustingly up at me from beneath her lashes and raises her lips to mine, nipping my bottom lip before she slides her little tongue between my lips.

             Wanting more, I slide my hands around her thighs and lift her into my arms. Penelope clings tightly to me, slides her fingers through my hair, and grinds her folds against my covered shaft.

             My c**k instantly stiffens with the stimulation her hot, wet center is creating. Moving forward, I place her on the bathroom counter and slide my hand between her silken thighs until I encounter her lacy panties. I can feel her heat through the panties, so I pull them to the side and slide a finger into her hot sheath and swirl my thumb across her swollen clit, emitting a groan.

             Penelope gasps and mewls with delight as she undulates her hips to push my finger deeper inside of her molten center. She’s so tight that my c**k throbs with a desperate need to be inside of her.

             Thankfully, she must see that I need some kind of stimulation because she instantly kisses her way down my neck and chest and begins to unbutton my jeans. I nearly come when her tiny hand wraps around my c**k and begins to slide up and down the shaft. Closing my eyes, I groan as stars burst behind my eyelids. We’re both desperately kissing any skin that we can reach at this point. I kiss the ball of her velvety shoulder and nip it as I slide another finger inside of her and begin to plunge them deeper into her core.

             Unable to take it another moment, I remove my fingers, take my c**k in my hand and slide into her tight center. Her snug walls flutter around me as I push deep inside and pull out to repeat my movements again and again. It’s a dizzying feeling as pleasure reverberates through my body and hers.

             “Please, Argent, don’t stop,” Penelope murmurs in my ears as she wraps her legs tighter around me and moves her hips rhythmically against mine. My pace is brutal at this point, which seems to please Penelope; if her moans and cries of pleasure are anything to go by. Sweat sheens across our bodies, the room is filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing and the slap of skin on skin. Sparks of heat swell inside my belly and down my c**k and balls as the buildup of pleasure prepare to erupt inside of me. Leaning down, I suckle her n*****s hard and wrap my palms around her breasts, using them as handles to maintain my movements. The heat of ecstasy blazes stronger inside of me, and the head of my c**k swells, tapping her womb, which makes my balls tighten further. Just then, Penelope’s folds flutter around my shaft, milking my c**k. A cry of bliss escapes her lips, and her body shudders with her o****m, which brings me to the edge of my own completion. Unparalleled pleasure erupts from my balls, up to my c**k, until it makes it up to my brain. Body stiffening, I cling to her thighs and pump the last of my essence inside of her until I’m replete.

             We both cling together, and our chests are heaving from our exertions.

             Taking one last erratic breath, I help her slide out of her remaining clothes, take off mine, and lift Penelope in my arms bridal style before I carry her to my bed. She trustingly slips beneath the comforter and moves into my arms with a whispered sigh that makes every part of my body stiffen. “I love you, Argent.” She mumbles before she drifts off to sleep.

             Heart beating fast, I gaze down at her still form. The long fringes of her lashes rest against her high cheekbones, and her breathing is steady. Any sleepiness that I felt a couple of minutes ago is completely obliterated. I don’t know how to feel at that moment. All I know is that warning bells are going off in my head, and all I can see is my wife’s expression the last time she told me she loved me. Guilt replaces satisfaction at that moment. Without a thought, I rise from my bed, slip into a fresh pair of slacks, and head to my office.

             Slumping down in my office chair, I open the right drawer of my desk and remove the solitary picture that has been sitting there for the past ten years. My wife and daughter’s smiling faces look back at me with such joy. That picture was taken a couple of weeks before they were killed.

             Clenching my jaw, I take a deep breath and rub my thumb across my lips, my eyes focused on my family’s faces. I let them down. And by letting Penelope love me, I’ve let her down too.