Getting rid of Graham was difficult. He knows of my vices and after I explained who Suyoung was and the infamous Fuyoung, he seemed to understand. But still harped about not being respected.
“It’s beside the point, Vic, I really think I was in love with Suyoung.” He had allowed the world’s dumbest words to exit his mouth, even after knowing their true identities.
Lux had more of an impact than I had expected. Graham packed his things, for his home in Australia, saying that he needed a fresh start, but not before requesting an apology about ruining his chance with Elena in prep school. Could you believe that? Lux has that much of a lasting impression that Graham went so far as to want to be vindicated for something done 20 years ago. As I reminded him that Elena came after me and not the other way around, Burt the Butler gave Graham’s own butler the rundown of the situation too. I decide to head to Harlem yet again, in order to keep tabs on Luxury.
Seems I’ll be here indefinitely. I need to find Fuyoung, and see if X-Member or Whitson’s anonymous grim reaper sent the twins. If it is just the silent requester, then I can deal with that, but if X-Member has learned that I have taken the assignment only to renege, they will send a fleet of members against me. It’s on the other side of a week since I took this assignment.
Lux’s ass mesmerizes my eyes as she walks down the street. It’s early in the morning. I’m close enough to her to get jealous at the fact that she will be going out on a date with another man. Then she makes it to a dance studio and I take up shop across the street at an artsy boutique. I pretend to be window shopping and waiting for Fuyoung to make her next move. If Fuyoung has gotten Luxury to befriend her, then the naïve girl is really in a vulnerable state.
“Shit,” I shout as I see Fuyoung hurrying inside in her own workout gear. The crowd of shoppers looks at me as if I’ve just been diagnosed with turrets syndrome.
After the class, there’s a swarm of females in every shape and size. I watch for Fuyoung and Lux to come out, and when they do, Luxury has another friend with her. She's chatting with Jamaican woman, who I’ve seen around the block. Fuyoung glances from across the street and wiggles her eyebrows. She walks east with the women.
I put my sunglasses on. I also bought a Yankee cap from a sidewalk vendor, and follow leisurely, pacing a few clicks behind as the Jamaican begins to provide the proper seasonings for “her famous” oxtails.
“See you later ladies,” Fuyoung says, waving. She stops and waits for me as the girls continue on. “Hello Vic,” she says, knowing me only by my first name. Her fingers go to my jawline. She softly caresses. “I’ve always wanted to be a solo act. Suyoung really did bring down the morale. So, I must thank you for fulfilling my desire.”
“Thank me. How so?” I stand rigidly, mentally aligning with Fuyoung’s every move.
“Su’ would go after any and every mark that came our way. Now I like your style, Victor. You were never one for the easy ones. The highest bidder always requested you. I came to notice that instead of taking each and every assignment, like Suyoung would have, you chose the ones that required precision. Tasks that required a certain set of skills.”
I nod. Fuyoung is right about that. And then I took this seemingly easy assignment, all because I have rarely been in the States.
Fuyoung completes her consideration with a sardonic statement, “I’m sure you will be missed.”
“Missed,” I chuckle. “Where the fuck am I going?”
Fuyoung looks around and delights at how busy the street is. “You aren’t wearing your watch with its Inspector Gadget capabilities. I can only presume, that you are left to your natural devices,” she says. Her eyes sweep up and down my body. “Even still, you outweigh me by 100 pounds?”
“Easy.” 215. Pure muscle.
She chuckles, knowing exactly what I’m implying. We know how easy it would be to put this little trickster out of her misery.
“You’ve done me a solid Vic. there’s no rift between you and I. Now that you are no longer employed through X-Member, I believe there is a place for me.”
My eyes lock onto Fuyoung to determine if she’s telling the truth. “You’re not here to avenge Suyoung’s death?”
“No. On the contrary,” Fuyoung’s fingers creep up my shoulder, “Besides reveling in the fact that I will become the newest and most sought out assassin with X-Member, the others will be coming after you. I only have one request.” She licks thin, pink lips.
“What is that?” I smile.
“To fuck you, one last time before the others arrive…”
We end up at the Hilton, where Fuyoung has a double bed. It’s a standard room of various colors of beige. The room is half way to the top of the building, with no focal view for possible snipers. Soon as we step inside, Fuyoung is all over me. Her tongue goes twirling into my mouth. At this very instant, I remember fucking the Siamese Twins. No, I wasn’t just talking a good game when Suyoung had spoken of our ménage a trios in Rome. These women were really unforgettable. However, I do recall washing my mouth out very well after that time. Their tongues had this snake like effect, and not in a good way.
Fuyoung drenches my mouth with spit, and her tongue traces every inch of my mouth. I complete my view of the hotel room. One exit. A few possible weapons, though nothing that she could use.
Fuyoung’s legs wrap around me. I grab her tiny waist, and plant her on the ground. I have become fully cognizant of the tactics that are readily available to her. Her tight eyes narrow for a second at being disregarded, then Fuyoung stops. My knuckles graze Fuyoung’s cheek. Taking a deep breath, she slowly closes her eyes, becoming vulnerable.
I lean in closer, watching the rise and fall of her breasts underneath her sports bra. Her neck pulse is exposed and calling out to me. My lips nibble at that soft velvety skin, feeling her heart quicken even more. Fuyoung is doing her best to be submissive, even though she’s a take-charge type.
As my lips travel up her collarbone, she almost wavers. I wrap my hands at the small of her back. Then I continue to kiss behind her ear, and then softly whisper, “What do you want to do to me?”
It’s so hard for her to speak at the moment. She almost stammers on her words. She’s visibly frustrated. My lips take to Fuyoung’s earlobe, weakening her resolve. “Tell me,” I command.
“Mmmake… love to me,” Fuyoung murmurs.
Never.
“Make love to yourself,” I reply.
Fuyoung starts to remove her bra.
“Stop.”
Fuyoung is baffled again. I’m beyond irritated. “Slowly,” I plant myself behind her, and press my manhood against her spandex bottoms.
“Mmmm,” Fuyoung moans. Her back arches as she slips out of the sports bra.
Soon as it hits the floor, I rub my hand up her thin waist. Fuyoung’s skin is velvet to the touch as I take her hands. I bring them around, helping her place them in her panties.
“Tell me how it feels,” I ask, beginning to disconnect myself from Fuyoung’s version of rationality. She’s emitting sex; it’s mingling with my testosterone so well that Fuyoung has forgotten to fear me.
“I can feel your dick, Victor, as it plunges inside of me. In my mouth, in my cunt, in my a–”
SNAP. The sound is low, yet pristine in the quiet hotel room. Her long, and once graceful, neck hits the floor.