The night air seeped straight through my clothes, cold enough to make my fingers stiff as I checked my pistol one more time. The backpack on my shoulders shifted with each step, the weight of everything inside reminding me why I was here. Everything I needed to make this look like an accident.
About forty feet ahead sat the house. The same house where those girls lived—the ones who had touched Noah, used him like he wasn't a person. Lucky for me, they all shared the same roof. Less work. Less time wasted.
I moved quietly across the grass, sticking close to the shadows. None of the windows were facing the side yard, and the back porch light was dead, making it easy to slip around unseen.
When I reached the rear of the house, a sound hit me—soft at first, then clearer.
Moaning.
I froze for half a second—not because I cared, but because it was so sudden. I wasn't expecting to hear them enjoying themselves, not after everything they'd done to him.
I steadied my breathing, adjusted my grip on the pistol, and kept moving. Whatever they were doing in there, it didn't matter. I was here for one thing.
To destroy them.
I couldn't believe how careless they were.
The rear door wasn't just unlocked—it was cracked open like they were inviting someone to walk in and end them. Maybe they really were that stupid. Maybe they thought they were untouchable.
I screwed the silencer onto my Glock, the metal clicking into place, and pushed the door open with my foot.
Inside, the first thing I saw was a redhead lounging on the living-room couch, completely absorbed in some cheap movie. She didn't even glance my way.
One quiet step, one steady breath, one squeeze of the trigger. She slumped sideways without a sound. Quick. Clean.
The first floor was empty after that—no one else, just her. I moved to the stairs, the moaning from above growing louder, echoing down the narrow hallway as I climbed.
At the top, I checked the bathroom first. The second I eased the door open, a brunette was sitting on the edge of the tub, scrolling her phone. She looked up, confusion flashing across her face—too late. Two shots, center mass. She dropped instantly, her body sliding against the tiles.
Only one left.
I swept each bedroom one by one, the moaning guiding me like a beacon. When I opened the last door, there she was—blue hair spilling over the pillows, legs spread, completely lost in herself. She froze when she finally noticed me in the doorway, her mouth parting like she was about to scream or beg.
Didn't matter.
My Glock spoke first.
Four shots total. Three problems gone. No witnesses, no noise, no mess I couldn't clean up.
Time to finish the job.
I set my backpack down on the floor and pulled out the small jerry can inside. Gasoline splashed across the hardwood, the couch, the stairs—trails leading through every room I'd walked through. I worked fast, methodical, not bothering to look at the bodies again.
Once everything was soaked, I shoved the empty can back into my bag, took out a lighter, flicked it once, and tossed it inside.
The fire caught immediately.
I didn't stay to watch the flames climb the walls. I ran—down the street, around the corner, back to where I'd parked a couple blocks away. Only once I was inside my car did I look back through the windshield.
The house was fully engulfed, orange swallowing everything.
Perfect.
Out here, surrounded by empty lots and no neighbors to stick their heads out, it would be ruled an accident without a doubt.
And just like that, they were gone.
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(Elara pov)
I collapsed beside Noah, chest heaving, sweat cooling on my skin. My thighs were still trembling—I'd came at least six times in the last twenty minutes. Noah, poor thing, had only managed two.
Bella didn't give him a second to breathe; she swung her leg over him and sank down hard, one hand clamped lightly around his throat as she rode him like she was trying to break him in half.
I brushed my fingers through his messy hair, watching his eyes roll back as Bella worked him. Then—buzz buzz.
A vibration against the wood of the nightstand.
My phone.
Mary.
I slipped off the bed, legs still shaky, and walked into the bathroom. Bella's moans and Noah's choking whimpers bled through the door but softened when I shut it behind me.
I answered.
"Elara, the job is finished... I'll be there tomorrow morning for the payment," Mary said, voice low, matter-of-fact, like she hadn't just ended three lives.
"Good," I breathed, leaning against the sink. "I think... this'll be the last time I hire you. It's been a pleasure, Mary."
A future flickered through my mind—quiet countryside, a big home, Noah cooking breakfast, Bella and I curled against him, our kids running around. Peace. Finally.
Mary exhaled softly. "Pleasure was mine. See you soon."
I hung up and let out a long, satisfied sigh.
No more threats. No more loose ends. No more stupid bitches thinking they could take my family from me.
Everything was finally falling into place.
I stumbled out of the bathroom, my legs shaky, and dropped down next to Noah on the worn-out bed.
My fingers instinctively tangled into his soft, messy hair, twirling the strands absentmindedly until a thought sparked in my mind. "Hey," I whispered, my voice low and teasing, "it's been a while since we've done some... nursing, hasn't it?"
Noah let out a desperate whimper, his body jerking as Bella hit a particularly sensitive spot while fucking him hard. His toes curled tight, his face scrunching up in that adorable, overwhelmed way that made my chest ache.
I couldn't resist—I leaned closer, brushing the curve of my breast against his flushed cheek.
Like it was second nature, his lips found me instantly, latching on with a hungry, desperate pull. His suckling was gentle at first, but there was a raw edge to it, a roughness that sent tingles racing through me.
"Fuck, Noah," I moaned softly, my hand tightening in his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan against my skin. The sensation of his mouth on me, the way he needed this, was intoxicating.
I'd forgotten how much I craved this connection, this strange, intimate comfort. We were definitely doing this more often now; there was no way I could go without it again.
His suckles grew steadier, deeper, sending waves of warmth through my body. It was pleasure and solace all at once, a quiet bond amidst the chaos of Bella working him over.
Noah's eyes flicked up to meet mine, wide and hazy with lust, locking onto me as if I were his lifeline. Bella's slender fingers stayed curled around his throat, just tight enough to keep him on edge, her grip possessive and unrelenting.
"God, yes," Bella gasped out, her voice breaking as her hips stuttered. She came hard on his dick, her body trembling, but she didn't stop.
Within seconds, she was grinding down again, her thrusts relentless, chasing more. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, raw and unapologetic.
Noah's eyes fluttered shut, his face softening as he suckled with a quiet, needy rhythm. He looked so damn beautiful like this—vulnerable, lost in the moment, completely ours.
My free hand traced down his cheek, feeling the heat of his skin, the softness under my fingertips, as I watched him surrender to it all.