The Ghost of Greece ~ A Drakos Dynasty Novel~

2 - The Scarlett Moment

Kristos stood in the three-hundred-and-sixty-degree shower made of nothing but glass walls and three rain shower heads beating down on his skin. This hit had been a bloody one.  There were ten more men than reported and the location was in the middle of a remodel which made stealthful in and out killing a bit problematic. The water rushed down his god-like sculpted form and reddened the water at his feet. So much blood today. Kristos preferred a cleaner more organized hit. With the extra bodyguards and slues of women adorning the unauthorized cocaine party in the abandoned warehouse of the shipping district in Via de' Tornabuoni – Florence, Kris had to be creative in his killing methods this day.

 “Hell of a twenty third birthday present to yourself Kristos. Fourteen guards and three brothers in one night.” He said to himself.  Turning to listen to the television he left on at top volume, the reporter stated in her native Italian tongue.

 “We are reporting the death of the three world renowned Moretti brothers this evening. In an abandoned warehouse near Via de’ Tornabuoini, the bodies of these three brothers were found lying in a row. All seemed to be killed with metal table leg broken off of a side table that was in the room at the time. Fourteen other men were found dead throughout the warehouse and over a dozen naked women locked in a bathroom unharmed. Leaving his calling card at the door, a single business card with the Greek flag and two guns making up the cross pattern, we are sure this is the work of The Ghost of Greece.  He is one of the most notorious hitman of our era and no one even knows where he came from. The Ghost has been linked to the death of the Prince of a now undisclosed Arab country, some five years prior. When the girls were questioned, they all said the same thing. They saw no one and one minute were sitting in one place and the next waking up in the locked bathroom together. It is unknown if The Ghost is truly one man alone or a small force of contract killers but whatever they may truly be, they leave nothing but devastation in their path…” He walked out of the shower naked, dripping water on the floor and turned off the television.

 Walking back into the shower and lathering up his body, Kristos laughed. More than one man. No b***h, just me. He thought to himself. Finished rinsing off the soap and washing out his hair, Kristos wrapped a towel around himself and walked into the bedroom part of his suite. He was tired but restless. Possibly slightly hungry as well. Reaching for the phone he dialed the front desk.

“Yes sir Mr. Drakos. How can we serve you this evening and might I say it is pleasant to have you with us again. Will you be needing a ride to the convention tomorrow?”

 “Thank you. This is the only hotel I will ever stay at in Florence. I would like a bottle of bourbon and some fruit and cheese please. Also, I would like to order the Drakos special, preferably before the food.” His tone was mono and flat.

 “Oh, yes sir. I will get on both of them quickly. Would you prefer light or dark for your special? Are there any specific requirements?”

“I don’t care this evening. Surprise me. You know my preferences Jaqueline, unless of course you are on the menu, then I might try something new.” He snickered.

“Ok sir, I will get right on it. And no, I am not. I still like girls.”  With that she hung up the phone.

 The Drakos special made him chuckle. It was something his father had started with this hotel so long ago and even the straight as an arrow brother Angelos tried once or twice. It was a large variety of women who would come, please the need and leave without questions. $2500 of pleasure, anything goes. They could pick body type, ethnicity, eyes, hair and even level of kink. Kristos supposed he was boring his preference was rounded ass and thigh women with dark hair and light, light eyes. With himself standing at over six foot three, his preference was a woman who was a great deal shorter as well. If she stood more than five foot six, he was rarely interested. Around five foot four to five foot six afforded him the flexibility and dominance to reconstitute any position his heart desired. Normally he could pick them up one arm and pleasure them with a hand and his c**k at the same time.

Walking it the bathroom Kristo rubbed his hair dry with a towel and let if fall freely about his shoulders. He appreciated the length of his hair and it helped in transitions during a hit. If he did the hit with hair up, it would be down by the time he was in plain sight hiding what he had just transpired or vice versa. He had short hair until his eighteenth birthday and decided that some length and facial stubble would round out his overall façade quite nicely.

About five minutes passed and there was a soft knocking at the door. This was faster than usual. Kris thought to himself. Opening the door in just his towel, there stood a five foot four, ample breasted curvy woman with the palest blue eyes Kris had ever seen. Just the momentary sight of her caused his manhood to start to rise. Her hair was layered past her shoulders in rich coffee tones of brown. Her bangs were side wept slowly across her forehead and it accentuated the dimension and brightness of her eyes. Her well-shaped small nose and full lips rounded out a pleasant looking face that made him immediately want to kiss her deeply. 

Without warning, Kristos swept her up into his arms in one fluid movement. His lips devoured hers quickly and he had no patience sliding his tongue into her mouth. She whimpered but it was not the kind Kristos expected. Gripping her ass and forcing her legs about his waist, he kicked the door closed and pushed her against the wall. The need to know her entirely, to feel her close around his hard c**k and moan in pleasure as he pounding inside her was immense. This woman had caused his soul to stir and his desire to fly over the top.

It was as if she was pulling away in one moment and falling into the kissing and touches another. Was she new? Did she not realize the arrangement? Before he could stop and make sure this was consensual, she dug her nails into his back as his hips thrust forward pushing his erection into her sweet spot so heftily it could be felt through their clothes.  The whimper that escaped her lips wasn’t rehearsed; it wasn’t from a veteran s*x toy. The moan was real, primal and needy. This woman drove every part of him wild.

Running his hands up the back of her thighs and gripping both sides of her ass, it instigated her head to tilt back in a gasping necessity. Her hips were shifting forward in time with his velvety thrusts. They were moving as if they had known each other a lifetime and their bodies had danced in this way before. His lips devoured hers hungrily again and their tongues slid over one another in sensual engagements. Reaching one hand he pulled at her top and tried to pull it off. Lost in their kissing she released the shirt and dropped it to the floor. The way her breasts held full in the push up bra made his lips fall onto the with heated lips. Taking a step back, she leaned on the wall pushing out her breasts for full exposure.

Reaching in and pulling out her breast, his tongue flicked her n****e before consuming the entire breast in his mouth. She gasped and entangled her finger in his silken locks. Pulling out her other breast he took care to suckle and nip at it as fervently as the other. It was time to run his hands on her body. He wanted to taste her and see if her juices were as sweet as her lips and skin. Pulling her into him, he started to walk her to the bed. Her bare breasts pressed against him and his lips demolishing hers.

As they were just a few steps away from the bed a loud rapping came at the door. Damn, bad timing for food.  

Setting her down on the bed he adjusted his towel once again and turned heading for the door.  “One moment my food is here early.”

“Oh, umm, actually.” She tried to speak up in her still breathless state from the s****l intensity previous.

Opening the door, Kristos was taken a back. There stood a five foot seven, raven haired woman with light hazel eyes and the figure of a model with a bit more thigh and ass. Her name, as Kristos had seen her before, was Amanda.

“Kristos, I hoped it was you here.”

The look of shock on his face was apparent. He turned to figure out what had just transpired. The beautiful woman who stirred his soul and c**k all at once was again properly dressed and clearing off the table near the window.

Walking towards him with a fake smile. “Very well Mr. Drakos, I will set your food here. Excuse me.” She brushed past him and Amanda for a moment and brought in the tray off the stand to the left of the door.

Amanda walked in the suite and sat on the bed adjusting herself in the bra with confidence and not much care to the seeming shock and question on Kristos’ face.  Setting the tray down and handing Kristos the receipt, Scarlett headed out the door. Turning before closing it behind her she said.

“My name is Scarlett and it has been a pleasure, “ She took in a deep breath, “ serving you, Mr. Drakos. Unfortunately, my shift is over but Katherine will be working the late shift if you need anything further.” And with one more glance to Amanda and his body in that towel, Scarlett shut the door and headed down the hall.