Claimed by the Hitman

“My dad said you took care of some business for him. What was it?” He asked innocently, he truly didn’t know a thing.

“Oh, just this stupid thing. My uncle insisted on dinner after, that’s why I was gone so long. Gonna hit the hay.” I laid back and closed my eyes. I watched the whole scene over and over again in my head all night.

The second I boarded the train to Amsterdam my fate was sealed. I proved myself to be quite useful to the Royal Family, and eventually Ruthless Corp. Besides, it wasn’t so bad. Once the initial shock wore off I started enjoying the work, and the assholes I went on to take out were far worse than Ed.

I turned around and watched Fara roll over in bed. She rubbed her eyes and smiled at me through the window. She got out of bed and joined me on the balcony.

“Good morning,” she whispered. “It’s so bright out.”

“And even brighter with you here,” I replied.

She giggled like a schoolgirl.

Fara acts tough because she can win a bar fight, but she has no idea what kind of evil lurks in this world.

And I’ll do whatever it takes to protect her from it.

Chapter Three

Fara

It was only a few hours ago that I was locked in the back of his car, screaming about how I’m gonna kill him, and now I could watch him lounge on the balcony all day. I watched him the way I used to watch the men on the Italian Riviera every summer break. He was bronze and thick, wearing nothing but his Calvin Klein underwear and sunglasses. Every part of him was thick cut and mouthwatering. I wanted him so bad. The heat from the sun was no match for the heat between my legs. He was older than me, and one of Larz' oldest friends. His hands were hard and callous; he had done terrible things with them.

But they were the same hands that saved my life, and all I could think about was having those hands grabbing my naked body. The men on the Riviera never made me feel so carnal. Neither did the boys at Gstaad. I was interested in a few, and they liked me because I could smuggle contraband in and out of the dorms, but I was terrified of them. Not that they were big or scary. They were just teenage boys, but I was a princess, and the thought of dishonoring my family made me so nervous that I never let myself be alone with them.

I slid open the door to the balcony.

“It’s nice out, how was the floor?” I asked.

He lifted his sunglasses, and his eyes sparkled in the sun. The only thing that could pull my eyes away from his face was the long, thick mass bulging behind his briefs. It took everything in me not to pull them down and climb on top of him, ride him on the balcony in his baggy white shirt for all of Copenhagen to see and hear.

“It’s a floor. But it beats no sleep at all,” he winked. I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. I felt the wetness dripping down my thighs and squirmed. “How did you sleep?”

I forced myself to meet his gaze as I spoke. “Oh, it was good. Bed was comfier than it looked. Better than the ones they had at Gstaad, but that’s not saying much now is it?” I giggled. He laughed.

“You think the beds in the girls’ dormitories were bad? Us boys basically slept on rocks. All that money we paid for room and board, and they couldn’t give us a decent mattress. Good prep for sleeping on the floor with Larz Madsen’s sister in my bed.”

God why did he have to do this to me. I felt the fire burning in me once again. More importantly I wanted him on that bed with me, tossing me around and thrusting hard inside me.

“But,” he continued. “I’m sure you were already aware of that. Didn’t you ever sneak into the boy’s dorms?”

“With my friends. Never alone. I’m a princess, and I can’t do anything that would make the family look bad,” I reminded him.

“That’s a lot of pressure on a kid,” he said softly.

“Well,” I thought about it before continuing. “You know, my family, we’re like a business. Being a member is a full time job. I have to be professional at all times. My sister does it better than me. She’s always been quiet and reserved. She’s older than me, but needed me at Gstaad. I was kind of her protector. People teased her until I made an example out of one boy…”

“Oh now I’m intrigued. Please tell me more.”

He’s charming too, of course. “There’s not much to tell really” I began. “Svea was always the smartest of us. And you know, in my family, there are high expectations for us women, it’s not like the middle ages where we just get married off to seal an alliance. She is always reading, or playing chess, or violin. But all that time spent in books, she’s not the best at making friends. Some boy, I don’t even remember his name, he followed her into her dorm. He was going to do something very bad. Luckily I was in there, because I had to get something out of her closet.