Healing The Assassin's Heart

Gotta Go To Work

Lyla

I tried to call Domino. This was the second time in so many days that I’ve dreamed about her. My call went straight to voicemail. My brow furrowed. Hearing her voice the other day reminded me how much I'd missed her and I really wanted her to meet Conner.

I shook my head, we’ve been playing too much phone tag. I hated that we lived so far from each other. But her husband was a big wig in the financial world in Ohio. Malcolm Marsh knew judges, senators, and mayors. In his and Domino’s world, he was a big shot. I met him once at their wedding. I wasn’t impressed. He was arrogant and, in my opinion, a raging narcissist. Everything had to be his way and perfect. He hadn’t known me or my family and when he heard I was a biker’s daughter, he looked down on me. I didn’t f*cking care, as long as he treated Domino well, that’s all that mattered. I haven’t seen any indication that he hasn’t been anything but stellar in their marriage. And I should know, I’ve been checking.

The only complaint I had was that he traveled a lot. He should take Dom with him, but he doesn’t. I’ve looked into those trips and haven’t seen or heard anything untoward about them. But he does have an assistant that I keep an eye on too. So far, everything has been professional and above board with them.

“Mistress, are you hungry? Hanna sent up a maid to tell us there is breakfast waiting for us,” Conner said.

“Conner, I am over being your Mistress,” I said, turning to him as I put my phone in the back pocket of my jean shorts.

The devastation that came over his face and the sag of his body had me hurriedly explaining.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have led with that. I mean, you don’t have to call me that anymore.”

“Wha….what should I call you,” he asked quietly. I sighed and willed my emotions under control. I didn’t mean to hurt him with my statement.

“Lyla, or love,” I said with a smirk. “When you introduce me to people you can even call me, girlfriend,” I said, sidling up to him. His body perking up, the light coming back into his eyes and the smile on his face had me smirking up at him. I liked it when my baby boy was happy. “Only when we are playing with others will I demand you call me Mistress, okay?”

“Okay,” he said, leaning down and lifting me up, so I was more on his level. He leaned in and we kissed. He squeezed my behind as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

The man could f*cking kiss. It was almost to the point I forgot myself until my stomach grumbled.

“Let me feed you, love,” he whispered with a giddy smile.

“Alright, take me to the dining area, but don’t put me down. I want you to carry me.”

“As you wish,” he said.

I remember a couple of years ago, talking to Ninja about the pressure that built inside me and the release I needed before it consumed me. I realized suddenly that I don’t have that pressure anymore when I am in Conner’s arms or even in his presence. It’s only when I am away from him that I feel it. I needed to talk to my mother.

We ate with Hanna and Tiffany.

“No Rock or Static today?” I asked.

“No, Kyle and Sean have duties. That’s why we wanted to go out with them last night. We knew we wouldn’t see them for a while.”

“Are you guys f*cking?” I asked them.

Conner choked on his OJ, which had me and the girls giggling.

“No, cousin Lyla, we are still virgins. That isn’t to say we haven’t kissed them,” Hanna said.

“I was just wondering. You guys are going to be eighteen soon. They are twenty-one, almost twenty-two. I just thought after all these years you’ve known them, that maybe you two and them were doing a lot more, and we haven’t exactly talked about it.”

“Don’t worry, mom did when we went to Italy last summer,” Tiffany said,

“Oh, thank Christ. I really didn’t want to do that talk with you.”

“Cousin, we know a lot more than you think. There’s the internet and our family is the mafia, bikers, and underground assassins.”

“Look, I just didn’t want to use the f*cking words with you. I was actually going to show you the other side of the Underground when you turned eighteen,” I grumbled.

They started giggling and I scowled at them. Conner’s chuckle had my head snapping towards him. He held up his hands in surrender.

Just then, the three of them were saved by the butler coming over with an envelope. I recognized it. I took it from him and ripped it open.

“Tiffany, you and I are going on a mission for a few days. Baby boy, I need to work. Can you find entertainment for yourself?”

“Yes. Please be careful. I love you,” he said, leaning over and capturing my lips. I kissed him back and then pulled away.

“I know and I will. Have fun.”

Tiffany and I got up to go gather our gear. Fifteen minutes later after one last lingering kiss from a worried Conner, we left. He always worried when I went on missions. It was a foreign feeling having someone worried about me. Everyone in my life knew what I was capable of doing. I’ve been in some sort of training since I was five. I was efficient, calculated, stealthy and deadly. I’ve never failed at what I’m good at, so everyone knew I could handle myself. Conner knew too, but he really didn’t know how talented I was at unaliving people. He just knew I was going into dangerous situations. I think he thought it was like being in the military. It was nothing like that.

“Mission details. There are two brothers, they have married sisters. According to the parents, while the brothers wooed their girls, they were charming and doting. The moment they got married, things seemed to change. Suddenly, the girls weren’t allowed to leave the house. They were not allowed to go anywhere without the brothers. On the last visit, the mother noticed a bruise on one of her girl’s arms, before she had a chance to cover it. The girls have lost a considerable amount of weight, and they don’t smile anymore. Somehow they got a card from someone in the organization. Some research was done. The report comes back as the men force the women to be with the other brother while they watch. Sometimes they make the women be with each other. Recently, the brothers have gotten violent, because it looked like the girls were starting to rebel. There was surveillance for a month. It’s been determined that the brothers need to be taken out. The parents are insisting something be done, and they have paid an exorbitant amount, without being billed. Once we take care of this, we will give half back. They paid triple the normal fee before they were even told if we would take the case. We need to make the deaths look like accidents. It doesn’t matter if it’s a standard accident like a fall down the stairs or an extravagant one, say, like a fall from a cliff.”

Tiffany chuckled. I found out about the playboy billionaire that she pushed from a cliff, making it look like a drunken fall. The mother orchestrated her son’s death when she found out what he was doing to his little sister and showed no remorse when confronted. I agreed when reading the report when the mother said there was no hope for him, and he was just a waste of good air. She protected one child from another that ended up being a monster.

“Where are they now?” Tiffany asked.

“They’re on a trip to Mexico at a resort called The Valentine. There’s a schedule of some activities they are going on. Looks like one of them is a deep sea diving expedition for some buried treasure. It’s one of the resort's top attractions. One couple is going on that one. While that couple is doing the treasure hunt, the other is doing a couples massage in the middle of the jungle.

She sat there for a minute and then nodded at something she worked out.

“Okay, we split up, one of us takes the treasure hunt, the other the massage. Rock, paper, scissors?”

I smirked and shook my head. “I’ll take the massage.”

She clapped. “Good, I wanted the diving one. I have many different ideas.”

“Explain,” I said.

“It can get murky in the water, accidents happen, sometimes a mask can get ripped off by a current, and your flipper can get stuck in something. Or maybe a leak, or a cut and a shark if the marine life will corporate,” she said with a smirk.

I smiled. She was my mini me. “I look forward to hearing what happens.”