Diego Don't Shoot!

And that's how I found myself in the bed of Victor Reaper…

“Victor…” I couldn't help but let out a moan. His weight pressed against mine, and with a wicked smirk plastered on his face, he went deeper with every move of resistance I made.

“Hush now, Camilla,” he said, eyes dark as they locked on mine. “I heard you've lost your memory” His voice dropped low to a whisper as he pressed a teasing kiss between my legs down to my pussy. “Let's see if you can remember this”

He stuck his tongue into my now wet pussy, obviously knowing his way around, and as I gasped for air, each wave of sensation made me forget how to breathe.

With one swift move, he stripped off the little piece of clothing I had on my left; I now lay completely bare on his bed, under his gaze. His fingers traced over my skin and through my thighs. He laid back on top of me, in a prone position, and I could feel him slide himself in me once more, this time going deeper and with more intensity than before.

I buried my face in the sheets and moaned out as he pulled out and almost immediately pulled back in, as if teasing me. His hand turned my hips to follow his rhythm. I have had sex before, but never like this.

My face was red as a cherry, and my pussy felt sore from all the stroking; Victor looked at me with such lust as he sucked hard on my left breast, using his other hand to finger me some more.

“Ah… Victor…” The words barely left my lips as he brought my face up, his hand placed under my chin.

“I see you still remember how to serve” He whispered. “Now be a good girl.” He said before pushing me away and standing up from the bed like nothing had happened.

“Your father's coming over tomorrow,” Victor said as he picked up his coat from the bed. “Sleep well, my dear fiancée”. That last part came out all wrong.

Victor made his way to the door. Not even looking back till he was gone. Is this the life Camilla had lived before she died? Was she just a sex toy to him? Some kind of plaything?

Night crept in. I had already received an email from Mr Grayson indicating where my next target would be. I removed my wig and makeup as I approached the door to leave, already dressed in my usual assassin outfit.

“What the?...” The door was locked. “Did he really lock me in here? Gosh! What exactly did I get myself into? Well, I'm not Camilla; a locked door isn't gonna stop me.” I said as I brought out my hairpin, a necessity in the tool arsenal of an assassin. “Got ya!”

The mansion was dark and quiet, yet as I moved down the staircase, something caught my eye. A shadow darted through the corridors, quick as it was silent.

“Huh?” I said while perplexed, who would be sneaking around by this time of the night?

Surprised, I followed, slipping through without a sound till we reached the kitchen. Just as I approached, a spray of darts shot through the air. I twisted, dodging them all. Thank goodness I was fast on my feet, or else Camilla wouldn't be the only one dead.

“You're good” a low voice complimented from the darkness. It was a man. He bent his knees as he prepared to attack. “Let's see you dodge this!” He said as he threw punches at me. He was fast, maybe a little too fast; his precision was like that of a trained fighter.

We clashed once more, dodging and countering each other's attacks.

“Enough!” The man's voice edged with frustration. “Time to end this!”

“I couldn't agree more” I moved fast, making sure he was pinned to the ground. “Checkmate”

“Who's in here” a loud voice called out, it was Victor. “Shit!” I said under my breath as I released my hold on the man I had been fighting with.

“Camilla?” His eyes narrowed in confusion. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Uh…This isn't the bathroom…” I gave out a nervous chuckle, “oops”

“You think I'm gonna let you escape this time huh?” He said as he grabbed onto my neck, nearly strangling me.

Wait… Camilla had tried escaping before?

Caroline would never let someone manhandle her this way, but right now, I was weak, obedient Camilla. “Vic…tor” I struggled to mutter out as I felt my life slipping away.

He dragged me back to my prison cell of a room.

“Know your place,” He said as he stormed out, locking the door behind him.

I stood there in shock as I thought about the events of the night.

“Shit!”

I ended up calling Mr Grayson and telling him that I had to bail. He understood, wishing me luck.

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The morning light shone through the blinds, I was awoken by the sweet song of birds chirping. “What a night!” I stretched as I looked around the room.

“So I'm not dreaming?"

I fell back on my bed, staring at the ceiling as I pondered. Just then, one of the Maids came into my room, unlocking the doors.

“Good morning Miss. Master Victor requests that you join him in his car in 20 minutes”

“Uh… thanks, I'll be right out,” I said as I dashed into the bathroom for a quick shower. Doing my hair and makeup to look like someone else.

I was out in less than 10 minutes and headed out to the car.

I got into the car, Victor was nowhere in sight. “Uhm excuse me, where's Victor?” I asked the driver whose shades were so thick that they could block out the sun.

The driver didn't say anything in response, instead, he started the engine and began driving.

After what felt like ages, we arrived in front of another mansion, though not as large as The Reaper family mansion. There, I met a man; he was a man of small stature, and two hefty bodyguards stood beside him. The car stopped as I came down.

“Cammy!” The small man called out as he drew nearer to me; I had to bend a little as he kissed my cheeks like that of the French. “Hope those bastards didn't hurt you?” He said to me in a whisper-like manner.

“Uhm, I'm fine sir.” I hesitantly said, not having the slightest idea of who he was.

“Sir?” The man let out a slight chuckle. “This way,” he said as he gestured for me to follow him up into the mansion.

The halls were lined up with pictures of Camilla, the small man, and another person. Someone who looked younger than Camilla. As I looked at all the pictures closely, it dawned on me that they were family pictures. Which meant the small man had to be Camilla's Father, or rather he was my father now.

“Uhm… Dad?” I started, unsure if I was on the right track.

“Dad?” He said with a smile. “You always called me Papi Cammy, but at least you still recognize your papa”

Just then, One of the bodyguards whispered something in his ear. “My flower, would you mind waiting here for a while? Diego will be with you shortly; I have some business to take care of.”

Left alone, I wandered through the halls of the mansion. I made my way upstairs and got to the library. It was a decent room with stacks of books. I've never been a fan of reading, yet I found myself feeling drawn.

I started running my fingers through the different collections till I noticed a book that was out of place; all the books were arranged in alphabetical order, but this particular book was far off. I reached out to grab the book, and as I did, I realized it was a lever.

I stood and watched as a secret passage came up behind the walls. Of course, I went into it. The passage leads me to somewhat of an office, not too small. It had pictures on the walls, and not just any pictures, pictures of the top most notorious Mafia Bosses in the city. And at the center of them all was The Reaper.

A namestate on the table caught my eye, on it was boldly Written, Dagar-E.

Who the hell is Dagar-E?

Suddenly, the air felt more dense, I could feel someone or something creeping up behind me. “Wow!” I said as I dodged a dart. Instinctively, I threw the first thing I could grab back in defense. It was a pencil and a sharp one at that, but he caught it midair.

“Hmm… You're not Camilla.” The man standing behind me said, “You have five seconds to tell me who you are and what you've done with my sister” he said, now pointing a gun at close range to my head.

I was screwed. Face to face with death.

“Five, four, three, two, one…”

A shot rang out.