All Yours

Leah

“The more strength the better. The more I give, they can't take," I said to myself as I kept hitting the punching bag. I did all I could to keep myself in shape, to maintain my physical fitness. Strength was the number one attribute I taught myself to always have, whether it was mentally or physically. There was so much adversity I had to deal with mentally, but I managed to stay strong and resilient.

Punch after punch, I continued to exert my energy, pouring out my frustrations and channeling them into my training. The sound of my fists meeting the bag echoed through the room, matching the intensity of my determination. Each strike was a testament to my perseverance and willpower.

Lost in my own world, I suddenly spotted a man standing at the corner of the room, his gaze fixed upon me. I couldn't help but wonder what his problem was. Seriously, what the f**k was his deal? Ignoring his presence, I continued to unleash my frustration on the bag, hoping to find solace in the physical exertion.

As fate would have it, he caught me looking back at him. With an audacity I couldn't fathom, he decided to walk over to me. Sighing inwardly, I realized I was really not in the mood for any kind of interaction today. All I wanted was some punching bag action.

As he approached me, I couldn't help but notice how good-looking he was. It was unfortunate that he had chosen this moment to disturb my workout. I contemplated the idea of having to knock his ass out, but deep down, I knew it wasn't worth the trouble.

“You keep punching like that they’ll be dead soon,” the strange man said, his voice laced with a sinister tone. I paused for a moment, catching my breath, before replying bluntly, "Yeah, well maybe they should be."

The gym was dimly lit, with the sound of music blaring in the background. The air was thick with determination, sweat, and a hint of aggression. I resumed my assault on the punching bag, channeling my frustrations into each powerful strike.

The strange man, who had been observing me intently, stepped forward. His presence was imposing, his muscles bulging beneath his shirt. He seemed eager to prove himself, offering his assistance. "I can take care of him, baby girl, if you want. He won't bother you again," he said, flexing his muscles in an attempt to impress me.

I frowned, skeptical of his intentions. In that moment, I stopped what I was doing and pointed my fingers at him, a gesture meant to convey my wariness. His words had triggered a sense of caution within me, and I wasn't about to let my guard down.

"I don't need you to do a damn thing for me!" I yelled at him; frustration evident in my voice. Ignoring his presence, I turned my attention back to the punching bag, releasing my pent-up anger and confusion. Who the hell was this guy?

“Ouch, that heart my heart baby girl,” he replied in a teasing tone, his laughter filling the room. I couldn't help but feel a mixture of annoyance and intrigue at his response.

“Is there something specific I can help you with? I’m kind of busy here.” I informed him while I was punching the bag.

“I’m Jackson, I just moved in the building. And you are?” He asked me curiously.

“I’m gotta go!” I yelled out as I threw my hands in the air and walked as fast as I could. I could hear him laughing as I sped off. Where the hell was, he getting at? I should kill him for interrupting my workout.

As I walked into my condo, my phone began to right, “What now!” I yelled out. I looked down at my phone and it was Cooper.

“Hey Cooper, what’s going on?” I asked when I answered the phone.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite little whore.” He said with sarcasm in his voice. We both began to laugh.

“Alive and in the flesh,” I said with laughter. Cooper is one of my best friends. He’s also the one who sends me on my missions.

“So, I have a mission for you. This one is quite interesting I should say,” He informed me.

“Great I need it, my workout got ruined by a jackass.” I said to him and he began to laugh.

“Well, go wipe the sweat off your ass and get down here as soon as possible. You need to be briefed.” He told me.

“On it,” I said to him as I then disconnected the call. I had a feeling it was going to be a long night. I decided to run me a milk and honey bath as my mind went back on the asshole from earlier. As aggravating as he was, it didn’t stop me from realizing that he was one of the finest men I’ve ever seen. I could see how cut he was under his fitted muscle shirt. Those hazel eyes with a tint of green were just beautiful. Sigh. The man was just straight up s*x on legs. Before I got in the bathtub, I grabbed my vibrator. I then got in the tub, putting my vibrator to use at the thought of him to make myself c*m.

A couple hours later I arrived at the headquarters to see Cooper. As I strutted down the hallway, I yelled out, “The HBIC is here!” as I then took a bow and Cooper turned to look at me.

“If you don’t sit your ass down somewhere,” Cooper said as he checked his phone and we both began to laugh at each other.

“So, tell me about the jackass that ruined your workout,” He requested.

“There’s nothing to tell,” I said to Cooper as I then crossed my arms. Even though, I just made myself c*m at the thought of this man.

“Hmmm, that sucks,” he said before he paused. “Was he hot?”

“You’re impossible, you know that,” I said as I laughed.

“Come on Leah, give me something. I really need to get laid,” Cooper said in embarrassment.

“You and me both,” I informed him.

“Wait didn’t you get laid like a couple nights ago,” he asked.

“I did, but this asshole was heaven sent. I had to get the f**k up out of there,” I said as I put my hands on my head and continued, “I even told him my name was gotta go.” I said and we both busted out in laughter.

Cooper forwarded the dossier containing information about my target to my phone, allowing me to peruse the details. "This is Dave Gordini," he said, his voice carrying a tinge of gravity.

I glanced at the name and couldn't help but smirk. "Seriously, Dave Gordini? Who on earth names their kid that?"

Cooper chuckled, clearly as baffled as I was. "Your guess is as good as mine, Leah. Maybe his mom had an unusual sense of humor."

"That's one way to put it," I replied, a hint of amusement tugging at my lips. Laughter followed as we shared the momentary lightheartedness.

"Alright, jokes aside, there's more to him than just his name," Cooper continued, his tone becoming serious once more. "He's a billionaire, the owner of 'Safe Flights.' But from what we've uncovered, there's nothing safe about it."

I leaned in; my curiosity piqued. "And what's the catch?"

Cooper's expression darkened. "He exclusively hires female employees, right from the pilot to the attendants. The entire crew."

I raised an eyebrow. "That's... odd. But is that enough to put him on the hit list?"

Cooper shook his head. "It gets worse. Every month, a new employee joins. Then, a month later, he claims they're fired and removes them from the system. But no one's seen any of these women again. Over the last six months, not one of them has returned to their families."

My blood boiled at the revelation. " That son of a b***h. So where are the women now?"

Cooper's gaze hardened. "We've tracked down an abandoned warehouse he owns. We found them there. The women were being held captive, drugged, and subjected to horrific abuses."

I clenched my fists, anger surging within me. "That sick bastard. Tell me, Cooper, where are your men now?"

Cooper's voice carried resolve. "They're on their way to rescue those women. But he has got to go and that’s where you come in my friend."

I didn't need any more persuasion. "Consider it done."

Cooper's face was a mask of determination. "Our team will be in position within the next couple of hours."

"Perfect. Killing him today would attract too much attention, but tomorrow, he won't see it coming," I replied as I turned away.

"Maybe you should get the jackass to stretch you out tonight since you love one-night stands." Cooper yells at me.

"Go to hell Coop." I yelled at Coop and he laughed.

I got in my car and I was on my way home. I couldn't help but to think. How can these men get away with all this s**t for so long? It always takes me to kill one of these assholes in order for their truth to come out. It feels like I'm constantly doing the police work for them. Instead, I'm not taking them to jail. I'm sending them to hell where they belong. I hate men who target women. As long as I'm alive no man will get away with that s**t.

I finally got outside of my condo. I was so ready to get out these clothes. As I put my key into the door. All I hear was, "Hey neighbor." I turned and looked. There was the jackass standing outside the condo door next to mine.

"You again?" I placed my hand on my head and sighed.

He placed his hand on his chin, "You know, for this to be such a good neighborhood, the neighbors really aren't that friendly." His words hung in the air, a mix of disappointment and curiosity.

Amidst his contemplation, I couldn't help but giggle as he started to walk towards me. It was a lighthearted response to his somewhat serious observation. As he approached, he introduced himself with a warm smile, "Now let's try this again. My name is Jackson. It would be a pleasure to meet you. Unless you've got to go." He playfully winked, exuding a friendly charm.

Unfazed by his flirtatious gesture, I let out a sigh, not entirely surprised by his approach. With a touch of nonchalance in my voice, I inquired, "Do you flirt with all the neighbors you meet?" It was a question laced with humor, intended to lighten the moment and acknowledge the underlying dynamics of neighborly interactions.

"Only the beautiful ones." He winked.

"Is there something I can help you with Jackson? It seems as if you only want to waste my time." I said to him.

He put his hands on his chin, assuming a thoughtful pose as if deep in contemplation. His gaze was fixed upon me, but it wasn't a perplexed or bewildered stare. Instead, it was a look filled with passion and admiration. In that moment, it became clear that he was captivated by my presence, just as I was enthralled by his.

A small part of me secretly wished that he would leave and return to his own domain. Yet, deep down I knew that I was only fooling myself. The truth was undeniable – we both reveled in each other's company. Our silent exchange spoke volumes, as we relished the beauty of our connection.

Breaking the silence, he playfully asked, "Like what you see, baby girl?" accompanied by a mischievous wink. I sighed out heavily.

“Jackson, look”

Next thing you know, he smashed his lips onto mine. I can't say that I was expecting that one. The suddenness of it took me by surprise, but I didn't stop him neither. In that moment, time seemed to stand still as he attacked my lips with a fervor that spoke of a longing he had carried since the first time he laid eyes on me.

His kiss was slow and deliberate, filled with passion that ignited a fire within me. Our lips moved in perfect harmony, creating a symphony of desire. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, conveying emotions that words could never fully capture.

But just as quickly as it had begun, he pulled away. I stood there, breathless and longing for more, my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn't let him walk away without saying anything.

"Jackson," I called out to him, my voice barely a whisper.

He turned around. "I'm gotta go. He replied then winked. He left and went to his house next door. I couldn’t believe it. The son of a b***h really lived next door.

"Pay backs a b***h, Jackson." I yelled at him before he walked in his condo. I laughed as I entered my house.

I had to admit that was a good one. And he definitely left me breathless. Speechless even. That doesn’t happen very often. What the f**k does he want with me? I don’t have time for this s**t. I’m only focused on one thing right now. However, Jackson is a problem I can solve another day. At least so I thought. Now as I got ready to go to sleep, I can't help but to think of the ways I can pay that asshole back for what he did to me.