Chapter 11
Jon
Somewhere in LA
I cleaned the gun with care, rubbing the cloth over the steel until it gleamed in the low lighting. The first rule I had learned in the academy was to always have my weapons in top shape. A dirty gun was a useless one, my instructor had said as he proceeded to show me exactly what he meant by it.
Now I kept all my weapons ready for action, but more so to calm my nerves as well.
My sweet, innocent Naomi had grown some balls. She hadn’t broken my nose but damn near had gotten a good lick in, and by the time I had hunted the vehicle down, she was long gone.
I knew where she was. She was with that bastard Kirilenko again. My discreet inquiries had told me that she had been taken by Marchetti, her voice caught on voice recognition from the wiretap on Marchetti’s phone lines.
She had fucking begged the bastard to come get her.
No one had seen them leave, however, but Kirilenko had been seen leaving his mansion and returning hours later with an occupant in the car.
I was willing to bet it was Naomi.
My hand clenched the handle of the gun, and I forced myself to relax. It was nothing more than a minor setback in my plans. She would feel like she could get one over on me now, that she was stronger than me.
Well, she wouldn’t get another shot next time, and there would be a next time. Naomi was mine. She had always been mine, and until she was at my side or rather in front of me, begging to suck my cock, then I wouldn’t give up.
I wasn’t afraid of Kirilenko or Marchetti, whatever his involvement was. I had the upper hand. They just didn’t realize it yet.
A smile crossed my face as I gingerly laid the gun on the cleaning cloth and picked up the next, rubbing the cloth over the barrel.
Everyone would soon know that I was in fucking charge, and when the dust fell, Naomi would be right where she belonged: tied to my bed, her long legs forced open, begging me to stop as I fucked her bloody until I ruined her for every other man out there.
Oh, my sweet, innocent Naomi, I thought savagely, my cock stirring to life at the thought of everything I was going to do to her. We’re going to have so much fun together.