Jagger Johansson
South Africa
A Week Ago…
It’s good to be home. Sometimes it feels like I’m a native of nowhere when a mission sends me away. I’ve traveled the world a hundredfold. The Amazon is an inked map tattooed on my forearm. I no longer need it.
I’ve watched the ground turn red with blood, when I murdered a politician on vacation at the Great Pyramid of Giza. The same goes for holy ground in Israel. I murdered the great false “messiah,” but he might have slain even more people than I have, during his reign of lies.
Soot and oil cover my hands as I glance up at the engine of my newest baby. Stripping trucks and Humvees help center my mind after less than stellar sex, or better yet, after I commit a murder. There’s nothing like your hands painted with someone else’s warm blood. But then again, there’s nothing like chopping a vehicle and removing the perfect bits, chucking the rest, and creating something new.
The home I had built for myself is my own slice of tranquility. It’s on a cliff overlooking the Indian Ocean to the west and surrounded by trees on the other sides. Through the sound of the water chopping against the rocks below and the various species of birds, I hear an engine.
I’ve grown weary of the human species. I’m assigned to murder the powerful ones, and I have no time to give a fuck about the rest, so the only engine sound in a ten-mile radius should be that of one of my new vehicular inventions.
I recognize the sound of a 6.75 L… twin-turbocharged engine to be exact. My mind calculates the weight of the vehicle and determines it to be a Rolls Royce Phantom. I place the wrench down, wipe my hands on my jeans, and press off on my knees. I roll from beneath my truck and grip my revolver just as the Phantom comes to a stop at the edge of my land.
One of those stuffy fuckers in a suit and cap gets out of the driver’s side, comes around the car, and opens the back door.
A gorgeous woman with straight blond hair and an all-white suit takes his hand. The diamonds in her ears reflectively twinkle across my sweaty bare chest.
“Allow me.” I extend my hand out, and then thinking better of it, snake it back down to my side. I’m too dirty to touch the likes of Ava Sinclair.
“Good morning, Jagger.” She looks me over. Her blue eyes slide across the ridges of my abdomen. There’s no hiding her lust, she doesn’t play coy like other women. She seems to have forgotten her anger momentarily. And then, just as quickly she remembers it. Placing her hand on her hip she asks, “You received our latest proposal?”
“And I declined it,” I reply.
“There are a lot of people in this world who fear you, Mr. Johannsson. I’m not one of them.” She wiggles her left stiletto which displays a sharp jagged edge. Should I take a step back? Ava has a knack for slicing arteries with them. However, I believe she prefers the neck.
We murdered a man together, once—technically. We’ve murdered many together, but one particular occasion, during sex, we were cornered by a man. I assumed she kept her stilettos on because she has ugly feet. Of all the damn ways to murder a man, she kicked up her leg, and sliced clean across the man’s throat. Blood squirted against her alabaster skin. Under any other occasion, I may have commended her on the kill, but she was riding my cock, and it was a real mess.
I smile and step forward. In her lengthy heels, I only had to look down slightly. “Don’t come to my home uninvited, and never threaten me!” I warn her, as if she doesn’t already know.
Her fingernails are pointy talons with platinum and diamond crusts at the ends. Also, one of her choice tools used to slit throats. Her fingers skim across the tribal tattoo on my chest. Ava murmurs, “So hard.”
“It can always get harder.” I glance down at my cock. It’s a brick against my jeans. Even looking death in the face, I’m not fool enough to pass up Ava’s beauty.
Her fingernails walk along my left pectoral, the sharpness prickles at my skin, drawing blood with each press. “You have a blood oath with the organization, Jagger. You’re willing to die over a simple contract?”
The X Members is an organization of assassins, and we get shit done. On occasion, we aren’t ending a mark’s life, but keeping him or her safe. When I cut my left palm and joined the organization, there were certain stipulated options that I flat out refused be included. Murdering women and children is one of them. There’s not a single day that goes by that I don’t wish I hadn’t added ‘keeping a mark safe’ to my list of ‘no can do’s.’
Without creating a list of provisos prior to making the blood oath, you must take on any assignment. There are assassins without morals who’ll do anything, yet, the case that was offered to me isn’t technically a bodyguard gig. Those requests normally come straight from the person in need. The woman in this particular mission has no idea why I’d be taking her. And I sure as hell won’t be labeled a knight in shining armor. More like a lunatic wolf.
I step closer to Ava, glaring the beautiful blonde straight in her eyes. “I’m a murderer, Ava. A fucking assassin. I don’t babysit. Besides, I’ve got a thing…” I turn an about face, and go to the hood of my truck, to slam it close.
“A thing?” She peers at me. “Your next assignment is to murder a nobody in Nevada–”
“A nobody?” I scoff, cutting her off. “The mark is a billionaire. Has at least five guards on him at any given occasion.”
“Sounds like fun. Five days out... ample time. That’s nothing! All I’m asking you to do is babysit one young woman. Just escort her to Zihula on a private jet. Sounds like a vacation to me. She’s beautiful. You can’t touch her, but she looks as sweet as honey. Would be nice to have eye candy around before you get to a real mission, right?”
I blink twice. I’m not the type to be jealous. The woman Ava is speaking of is named Mikayla Bryant. Damn right the woman is beautiful. She has skin the color of malva, which is my favorite pudding in South Africa. The close-up photo on the X Member profile displays a gorgeous, poised woman in cap and gown from when she obtained her undergraduate degree. Shit, I’d be lying if I said I’m not attracted to her amazing face. Those lips are thick, heart-shaped, and thinking of them is causing my already hardened cock to seep with my desire for her. The confident sparkle in her sultry brown gaze ropes me in. If the rest of her body is just as beautiful, she’s fucked! It will be her downfall.
The girl has just graduated from college, and by the looks of it all, her education was for nothing, if she’s truly to be the princess of this desolate land that’s located just inland in South Africa. She is to be the future queen of a dictator. The King of Zihula is even more damaged than I am. What makes matters worse, his son, the prince, who will own her, has a fucking army backing him. They have an island off the coast of South America, their wealth and connections allow them to be monsters.
I can’t see myself placing this woman in the hands of the Devil, and there’s no fucking way I’m returning to the girl’s impoverished home country, I try banking on technicalities. “I don’t babysit. Ava, you of all people know I don’t take assignments with kids.”
“I understand. There’s no need reiterating, Jagger.” Ava nods slowly. “She’s 22, and by American standards, a legal adult. Your age limit stipulation doesn’t work here. Take the assignment to keep your life.”
Fuck, I feel bad for the girl. She’s wasted countless years on education and is not yet at the finish line. To uproot her from the only life she knows and move her to Zihula… I can’t see her as a gold digger. It’d be a dream for a lesser woman, who didn’t mind sharing her marital bed. What the fuck am I even deliberating this shit for? I’ve got to figure a way out of this assignment. I growl, “I don’t want it, Ava! Join me in the shower or leave.” I start to walk backward toward the door. When I turn around, a three-story double door welcomes me. I reach over, open both, and proceed walking onto the Madagascar wood flooring in the foyer.
“Benson, I’ll return shortly.” She tossed over her shoulder.
I cock a grin while passing over a stream filled with the red and white Lionfish that I captured from the Indo-Pacific.
“Oh, so you’re not going to tell me to watch my step?” Ava takes a measured move past the stream, which also doubles as my first line of defense. Who needs a watchdog when an intruder can accidentally stumble into the tiny rivers that travel throughout my home? Too bad she didn’t, it’s been ages since I watched someone die in this manner.
“No, Ava.” I turn around. “I assumed you were smart enough to stay on guard around me.”
“If you signal for your birds, I will kill–”
I cut off her threat by slamming our mouths together. My mouth bruises her lips, while I grip the back of her neck, effectively shutting her up just as I planned. Her fingers grip on my biceps. Blood pours at her will.
“You want to play rough?” I ask, as my fingers dig painfully into her neck, but not nearly as damaging as she just assaulted me. I force her to her knees. This isn’t about feelings. This is about release. Pure animalistic fucking. The two of us weren’t made for love.
My eyes zero in on the diamond and silver embellishments of her fingernails. “Take those off!” I demand.
“Oh, but I thought we loved to fight-fuck, Jagger. There’s nothing like violent sex,” she countered, making no move to follow my demand.
“Off,” I growl.
Frowning, she complies and unclips the jewels. To thaw her out, I decide to tease her a little bit. I unbutton and then slowly unzip my jeans, push them down, and just stand there for her to look her fill. Ava’s icy cold glare warms over as I finally fist my cock into my hand. She moans in delight, yet she hasn’t even had her first taste.
Silky fingertips caress the thick veins at the base of my cock; her thumbs rub the engorged length.
“I’ve never seen a cock so huge! Humongous,” she says, glancing up at me. Her eyes hold a sparkle of innocence that I’ve only seen when she’s holding my dick.
Ava closes her mouth over the head of my erection. Her lips widen to capacity as her warmth pulls me in. It feels so damn good that all the pain in my biceps is momentarily flushed from my mind. Her mouth widens even more, drawing me in deeper. The back of her throat does this mind-blowing, titillating phenomenon, where her tonsils alternate from squeezing the head of my dick to banging against it.
Ava watches me as her pink lips glide back and forth over my thick piece. It takes her forever to travel the length of it. She loves going slowly as she watches me watching her.
She’s in a zone, mouth so moist it’s begging me to cream all down her throat and glaze those luscious lips. Her fucking eyes are begging for me to cum, too. Ava’s sucking slows down further, as her tongue gets to twirling around my heavy shaft. The feeling of the pink of her tongue, blazing across the deep veins of my cock, is out of this fucking world. Then the full and consuming warmth is back, as Ava deep throats me once again.
A low growl vibrates against my tonsils. Sensing my seed is on its way, Ava gobbles even more of my cock down her throat. She’s ready for it. Desperate, even.
My balls clench. With a wide-legged stance, my toes stiffen and curl. Powerfully, my warm, thick semen explodes down her throat. She moans at the taste, causing me to cum longer, harder.
Those thick lashes of Ava’s flutter upwards and her aqua eyes now sparkle with satisfaction. She opens wide, exposing a mouth full of my cream, before tossing her head back and letting it all slide down. A grin brightens her usually serious face, as Ava’s tongue darts out to lap up the remainder of seed from my cock.
“You think I’m done with you, eh?” I question, reaching down, my hand claiming the silk of her neck. I offer a little squeeze; just enough to momentarily jump-start her heart. I pick Ava up like she weighs next to nothing, and her lithe legs wrap around my waist.
I’ve got it. My mind is made up. I carry her over the glossy wood floors, sidestepping even more streams of poisonous fish, and then up the floating stairs. As the sun shines in through the glass windows, I decided I’ll fuck Ava Sinclair until she expunges the information which ties me to the case, and then she can send it to some other poor unfortunate soul.
In my bedroom, there are coal canvas paintings. For a moment, I consider tearing back the black and white canvas with a hummingbird on it, grabbing my other Magnum, and just shooting her down instead, as I had left my usual gun downstairs in our distrust of each other. Instead, I chose to toss her onto my custom-made bed. Ava’s body sinks into the white feather duvet.
She giggles, somersaulting into a seated position. “Jagger, you can do anything to me right now, anything…”
I step toward her, gripping her white blazer, and pull. The buttons ping-pong off me before scattering across the glass ground, where my stingrays swirl and dive beneath us. I know that her smoothly shaved pussy is quivering; it’s done that on many occasions when I’ve rubbed my cock over it. Now she’s before me, in nothing but her trousers. Her perky pink tits are erect. I bend down, nibbling on one as I reach my fingers out to grip her waistband, I take pleasure in the sound of it shredding in my bare hands. Ava doesn’t waste her time with under clothing. I throw the shards of material over my shoulder, and cup my hand over her silky soft pussy.
“I’m going to kill… this pussy,” I tell her.
My mouth salivates as I remove my palm from her cunt. My thumb roams over Ava’s freshly waxed folds. I hike her legs back over my hips, taking her into my arms. The head of my dick glides against her slit and then I slap it against her clit. This causes Ava to take a harsh breath.
“Jagger!” Her eyes are pleading, begging, but my glare holds her into submission.
My erection slides around her clitoris. The crown of my penis teases and taunts her little bulb. I crave that sweet juice from her pussy, for it to make my erection grow even more powerful, so I continue to tease Ava a little more. My cock glides, just a little, inside of Ava, causing her to moan. The tip of my dick is glossy when it comes out of her, making her whimper.
“Mmmmm, Jagger…please, kill my pussy,” she begs. My mouth finds hers, shutting her up once more. Just as my tongue slithers around hers, my cock slams straight in. Hard. Quick. Her mouth opens wide and our tongues continue to twirl. Hips rotating just right, I slam in again and again, her wet cunt soaks my cock just right.
“Oh Jagger, oh, I love you!” she growls.
My pupils dilate instantly. Where the hell did that come from! My hands grip her ass harshly, and I fuck her until her voice is raw, until she’s unable to repeat such a lie.
A long while later, Ava licks my cock clean then lies back beside me. “Jagger, you have a blood oath with X Member Society,” she says, continuing our earlier conversation, as if no time had passed.
“I haven’t forgotten,” I inform her dryly.
She begins to caress my hair behind my ear, but I stop her with my hand. We aren’t these types of people, who kiss without it leading to sex. And we sure as hell don’t pet each other. Ava’s eyes plead. “If you don’t take the contract, all the assassins in the country will come after you. Would you like that?”
“Might make for good target practice,” I say, meaning every word.
She doesn’t smile. “The assignment will secure you more money than you’ve made in an entire year. You could afford to take apart several cars and make even more…” she grimaces. “Junk,” she decides.
“Sweetheart, the ride I was working on when you arrived,” I say, “May not look so hot, but it’s bulletproof.” She eyes me in confusion, aware that my trucks and bikes are about as interactive as the fucking transformers. It might not be able to speak or change forms, but the ability to change the color of my rides on the fly have gotten me out of serious binds when necessary. “Once I’m finished with my newest baby, it will be able to climb Mount Everest.”
“Please…” she begs, throwing me off.
My gaze trains on Ava. We use brute force. She’s showing weakness. Why? I expected a knife to my throat. I have her naked in all her glory. It’s the perfect time for a woman such as Ava Sinclair to go in for the strike. Why plead? Why give a fuck about me? So, I growl the word, “Why?”
“You speak the language,” she says, as her weak explanation.
“That’s irrelevant. The girl has lived in California almost all of her life. I doubt she speaks the language. How about it’s time for me… uh,” I glance around. Our fuck fests are usually at her place. Clearing my throat, I end with, “You to go.”
“Humph, you are the master at running away,” she criticizes.
“Get in, do the deed, get the fuck out, is my motto. You make it sound like a flaw?” I retort.
She cocks an eyebrow. “Alright, Johansson, you know you can’t kick me out. No matter how much you’ve made off the organization, you’d be stupid to think you’re in charge. That you’re indestructible. More important men than you have tried to kick me out of better places.”
“And they died, Ava.” This is the precise instant I’m waiting for. One of us is supposed to die today. I’ve declined an assignment that my blood oath has bound me to. I’ve broken the rules. My hand trails along the side of the mattress. I look her dead in the eye. “Make your move, Ava,” I demand.
“Stop waiting for me to try to gut you, Jagger.” She chuckles. “I refuse to leave without your accepting the assignment. So, what do you propose we do? We can’t fight to the death, you don’t hit women.”
“When my life is on the line, baby, all bets are off.” One of my many Magnums is in my hand. Ava doesn't blink.
“It’s so pretty.” Her tongue snakes out and wraps around the tip of the revolver.
“Fuck, only you can make me jealous of a weapon.”
“I’d suck your cock again, honestly I’m a little sad. Your cock is literally the size of a crocodile, and even though I only got most of it in, I thought I blew your mind. However, you now disappoint me. You have yet to oblige my only request. So,” she sits up, and kicks her legs over the side of the bed. “I have something for you,” she says, standing up.
Ava’s narrow ass is to me as she bends over to her torn trousers. I cock back the hammer, a subtle reminder of no sudden movements.
“It’s just a piece of paper!” she scoffs. “You ripped off my pants, Jagger; you would’ve sensed a dagger. I’m sure. One of us could’ve been dead a few hours ago, had I arrived with another member to make the request.”
The shredded pants fall back to the ground in another messy heap, as she turns to me. I look at her from head to toe. Her nipples are playing peekaboo between her hair, and her perfectly shaved pussy could use another round. But what takes my breath away with desire, is the shiny red paper in her hands. It’s an invitation to a super exclusive Lamborghini sales event. A model that only has approximately 40 a year for sale!
“Ava? What the fuck can I say, doll? You know me.” Can I truly send Mikayla Bryant to the lion’s den for certain parts of this impeccable car? Rough motherfuckers like me are never granted the opportunity to attend secret purchase events.
“I’m baffled. Jagger, it’s beyond me that you intend to strip such a beauty and want the supercar solely for the engine.”
“Yet, that’s exactly what I plan to do,” I agree with a nod.
I’m going to send Mikayla Bryant to her death…Or maybe her body isn’t as beautiful as her face? Then the prince of Zihula will possibly just send her on her way. Or better yet? She’s drop-dead gorgeous and changes his ways before they reign.