One Night Assassin

|CHAPTER 4~ Not so one night stand|

|CHAPTER 4~ Not so one night stand|

Waking up to the smell of eggs and bacon invading my nose as I begin to come back to consciousness. I begin to squirm in the soft bed, but quickly stop when I feel a slight aggravating pain between my legs, making the memory from last night hit me like a truck.

I lost my virginity.

I lost my fúcking virginity 

But not only that, I lost it to an almost complete stranger. Dear God, what was wrong with me? Have I completely lost all sense of sanity?

Pushing last night aside, I wrap the covers around my naked body and begin to search for my clothes. In a frantic mission, I end up giving up looking after probably ten minutes of searching. In the end, I grab a plain black T-shirt that covered to mid thigh that I found on the floor and slipped on the pair of boxers I found on the dresser.

In a quick scamper, I rush out of the door and run to the kitchen, in hopes that maybe that was where the exit was since I had not one clue where I was in the house. Making it to the kitchen, I see a large and intimidating man in boxers cooking something that smell to be eggs and bacon. Admiring the mans toned and muscular back for a moment before catching a glance of what seemed to be the door in the corner of my eye. In a tip toe fashion, I try to slowly ease my way towards it. Right as my hand makes it an inch away from the door nob, I hear a large voice speak up, making me flinch at how close I got to escaping.

"Leaving so early?" The man yells in a flat tone, instantly making me turn to see him still looking at the food while talking to me. 

"I-Isn't that how it's supposed to work?" I ask unsure of myself while clinching onto the doorknob like my life depended on it, thinking if I made a break for it, where exactly would I go. But before I could even think twice about it, he lets out a deep chuckle before mumbling something in Italian under his breath.

"Excuse me?" I ask, wondering what he said.

"Nothing, I was just going to say your clothes are folded up in the bathroom if you need them. And then you could maybe eat some breakfast before making your way back home." He says while still not even making eye contact with me.

"Okay," I mumble shyly before making my way back towards the room area, but quickly stopping in my tracks when I realized something unusual.

"Wait," I say turning to face him again, in which I just get a nod in response.

"If we, you know, had s*x in the bedroom, why are my clothes in the bathroom?" I ask, not remembering the reason for them being there. And at that, a wide Cheshire smile began to grow on his face, before he let out a small chuckle.

"Oh, that's where we just started out, fiore." He says, making the memory of all that we did last night, and I mean all, come back to me.

I quickly cover my face before letting out a small groan in embarrassment. 

"Now, if you want me to go more into detail about it, I would gla-"

"Please, just don't. It's already bad enough I have to deal with the memory of my embarrassing actions," I say before walking away with my eyes shut.

"It's okay, fiore! You're not the first girl to beg for me to have s*x in exotic places!" He yells out in a laugh as I just run back into the room at a quicker pace, but still having a small smile etched on my lips if having a close enough look.

Looking for the bathroom, I begin to walk up and down the hallways. Until finally reaching the place I've been looking for for probably the last five minutes. The moment I turn on the lights, I see my dress and underwear laying on the kitchen sink, making me let out a sigh in relief that I found Veronica's dress. Opening the dress to look, I see that the dress is torn at the back, as my underwear is at the front, making me let out a groan in frustration. 

Right as I exit the bathroom, I see a door that catches my eye. Taking a step closer, I see that the door is a giant medal chamber door with a passcode in the middle of it. Not thinking much of it, I just turn back around to go back to the kitchen, but stop when I notice the door creaked open a bit. 

Should I go in? I mean, I don't want to be nosey, but it's a giant medal chamber door in the middle of a normal hallway. How can I not be?

With a moment of debating with myself, I finally decide to go in, instantly going wide eyed at the sight of all of the weapons and ammunition. Starting to walk around the room, I see that there are newspapers with descriptions on them. I keep looking and see that there are small pictures of people on the wall, some that have eliminate in process written on them, or terminated. My pulse begins to pick up, but all time stops when I begin to read some of the newspaper articles that were tapped onto the wall.

Nightmare Assassin strikes again at WillowHall stadium after killing ambassador of dreamfounder inc. 

__12/5/16__

Heart beginning to drum through my chest as I read dozens and dozens more of newspaper and internet articles all like that, but not until seeing the last one that officially made everything in my living vessel stop.

Rumors that Nightmare Assassin is planning on killing the president of all s*x and drug trafficking rings. Biggest Assassin known in Italy, is known now as biggest in history.

__3/10/17__

"It was dated yesterday," I mumble under my breath as I lightly touch the head newspaper article cut out and on the wall.

"And couldn't be more true."

I jump a foot back at the sound of the deep nonchalant voice. Turning with my back against the wall, I see him holding the plate in his hands with food on it, before lightly setting it down on his desk next to him.

"Y-You're him. You're the man that's been killing all those well known business men." I stutter out as he begins to walk closer up to me, making me wish that the wall would just swallow me whole.

"Yeah, I mean, I don't mean to brag, but I am him. Although I didn't want you to find out like this, I guess you just took the ladder." He says in such a nonchalant tone, it made shivers run throughout my whole body. He just looks up at the wall with all the articles and pictures on it before finally pointing out at a picture and  that has eliminate in process and saying.

"This guy right here, he runs one of the main s*x trafficking organizations, he has had girls as young as twelve kidn*pped and sold off to do do God only knows what." He says before looking straight into my eyes with a dead and cold look.

"W-Why are you telling me this?" I ask in a stutter as I wrap my arms around myself in comfort.

"Because sweet fiore, you are piece of sweet gold in this community, and you could be the biggest help in this mission." He says as silence begins to feel the room. After about a solid minute of silence, I let out a loud and humorless chuckle.

"You're joking right? This is just a prank that you're pulling on me. Do you think I am some crazy naive girl who will fall into your trap? All so you can stuff me into the trunk of your car and kill me in some deserted forest. Well I'm not falling for it you psychotic killer!" I say making his anger flare, told by the look on his face.

"Now, fiore. I don't want to have to get you back into my bed again to show you how much of a killer I could really be, because I think you're already aware of that side of me." He says, making my fear turn into rage.

"I will never get in your bed again for as long as I live." 

"Really? Because it was pretty easy the first time." And with that, I slap him as hard as I could on the cheek before bolting out of the room, or at least trying. He quickly grips me by my shoulder and makes me look deep into his ocean blue eyes, but now instead of being bright, they are dark and filled with fury.

"I should really get going." I say to the shirtless man before trying to run out of the door again. But before I could make it out, he barricades me in. I try to squirm out of his grip, but was useless due to the fact he is a thousand times stronger then me.

"Now Luna, why the sudden urge to leave?" He says in a mocking tone with a devilish smirk playing upon his face, making me stop my squirming for a moment at the sound of my name.

"How do-"

"I know your name?" He says finishing my sentence, before throwing his head back and laughing, making me take an audible gulp in response.

"Oh sweet Luna, there's a lot more you have to learn about me." And with that, he throws me over his shoulder before making his way into an unfamiliar room. I let out a small yelp as he picks me up before beginning to kick and scream in his grasp. Finally getting a good angle, I knew him in his stomach, making him let out an umpth sound before letting me go. I try to make a break for it, but we were already in the confined room that had an erie feel to it before I could take off.

"Damn, fiore. That was one hell of a jab." He says as he lightly rubs his stomach. Not helping the situation, I unknowingly gawk at his abs for a second too long before finally looking up to see him smirking widely.

"Let me go Nightmare!" I quickly say before he could gloat more on how big his ego is. 

"Names Adriano, Adriano Russo. You can call me by my name, but do not call me Nightmare, capire?" He says in a stern tone, making my confidence get smothered by fear. In which I just nod my head in response, not wanting to question why he got offended. 

The Adriano man then gets up to go lock the chamber door. In which I sat down on the small bed that was in the room, only to see something shiny on the floor next to it. Taking a closer glance, I see that it is a large sharp piece of metal that looked like a tool of some sort. I swiftly pick the sharp tool off the floor while Adriano still had his back to me. In perfect timing, I picked the tool up right as he turned back around to face me.

"Okay, Luna. Now you need to let me explain the details on what's going to happen." He says as he makes his way towards me. On instinct I stand up and get as close as I can possible to him.

"What are you doing?" He ask sternly with no hesitation, looking down on me as if he knew what I were up to.

"Nothing, just trying to escape from your psychotic ass," I say before trying to jab the tool into his shoulder. But before I could fully get the tool even close to his skin, he grabs my hands and begins to wrestle for the tool. Without hesitation, he knocks the tool free from my hand before grabbing it and holding it up out of my reach. 

"Now, you put up a good fight for a small thing like you." He says with a chuckle, making me fume even more into rage.

Before I could wrestle back for the tool, he grabs a pair of handcuffs that were already next to the bed and handcuffs me to the bar that was holding the bed up.

"Let me go Goddam it!" I seethe out through my teeth while shaking the bar to the bed uncontrollably, in which he just lets out a small snort before uttering words that would leave me in questions for the next two hours.

"You are truly a Petrov." And with that he left the room with a thousand questions fluttering all throughout my head.