43- Caution, Beware of the Hot Sauce - Part 1
Isabella
After an hour or so of snuggles between my two devilishly handsome yet partially naked men, do they finally allow me to get up and freshen up for the day. Jerks. Moving to enter the bathroom, do I suddenly hear the sound of the bedroom door being opened and then shut allowing me to sigh in relief. Finally, they're gone, no more naked ass men inside my room.
Thank you God!
Deciding on heading for the bathroom sink, I move to start by brushing my teeth all while reaching for a wash rag so that I could gently scrub my face, using cold water to wash away nervousness I can’t help but notice dark circles beginning to form just beneath my eyes, giving me a look as if I hadn’t slept in days. Now staring at my complexion I can’t help but shiver, my body still reacting to their touch, leaving me oddly aroused by that. Frowning, I know I should feel disgusted by all this, trying to talk myself out of feeling like I did before shoving it aside, deciding a much needed shower was needed instead.
Approaching my rather spacious shower, I move to turn it to the hottest setting I could get. Not wanting to feel them along my bare skin any longer, I attempt to wash it all away, trying to ignore the way their mouths felt along my skin or that of the countless kisses they laid upon my body. Groaning, I move to lather every inch of my naked skin, bubbles covering me from head to toe as the scent of warm vanilla and honey moves to sooth my racing thoughts, the scent lingering as it did.
Get a grip girl, this isn’t you. Those men are the devil and they will ruin you as they do other woman, I scold myself as I move to now sit upon my shower floor, my legs now cradled along my chest as I wrap my arms around them, my cheek resting against my arms as the water just falls all around me, my mind trying to process, to comprehend what that dream was all about and everything else that had been going on with me over the past couple of weeks.
Groaning, I suddenly get the feeling as if Grant and Alex were now boasting this morning's mishap to Lucus and Tony. Fabulous, fucking fabulous. Now only if I could travel back in time, I could have probably saved myself the embarrassment, too bad there wasn’t a way for me to get back at them, or was there, hmm….
Feeling the gears turn deep inside my head, I move to chuckle silently to myself. Yes, that should work nicely, nicely indeed. Smirking at my tiny little plan, I move to focus on my previous thoughts from the night before, a giggle slipping past my lips as it did, my body now giddy as I move to finish with my morning routine. Drying myself quickly, I move to quickly dress before moving to leave my room, my goon squad following mere feet behind me like always.
Rolling my eyes mentally, I know deep inside of me that I’ll probably get punished once again for doing this but I honestly couldn’t care. Someone had to put them in their place and if it wasn’t me then who. Payback was a bitch, a Karma, and boy did I love a good payback.
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Lucus
Standing behind my men, I continue to watch each and every one of them, the sound of gunfire ringing all around me as it did.
“AGAIN!” yelling out my command, my men move to do as told.
POP! POP! POP!
Another waving pulsing all around me as each man fired, there hits bouncing off metal sheets that lined our walls. Various objects being used at targets that were now stationed a good four hundred feet away from the barracks in which they stood at.
POP! POP! POP!
POP! POP!
POP!
Just then a low sounding gong could be heard and all my men stopped, allowing me to step away from just behind my men as I moved to walk behind each and everyone of them. Thirty to Forty men each stood before me as I moved to look at their handy work. Impressed by the results, I can tell they each hit their targets, large holes sitting where a bullseye should be as I continue to inspect each and every piece of paper or wood target.
“Impressive work!” I say, clapping a few of them on the back. “Now then, off you go, back to the classroom. Your next task is to dismantle and reassemble your weapon, first person done in under 30 minutes gets to be chosen as the next captain.”
Feeling their excitement, I move to watch as they all quickly bow before scurry off back towards the classroom, each of them eager at a chance to be the next captain. As it was considered a huge honor among my men as well as perks and benefits if you were chosen to be the next in line. Smirking to myself, I knew how we trained our men, our men were trained to be merciless, assassins, men of war and so we often pushed our men to the extreme, but if completed, then they were rewarded handsomely and received exciting benefits that others didn’t have.
Heading for the exit of the firing range, do I move to see Marco and Enzo, both waiting for me over at the doors.
Approaching, Enzo moves to arch a brow, “Everything okay their Boss? You seem rather, dare I say it, happy.”
Chuckling, I move to hum in response as I was indeed happy this morning. Choosing not to speak, I continue on my way as I move to head back towards my office.
“Okay, spill, what’s got you all happy there,” teases Marco, his eyes never leaving Lucus’s frame. Frowning at his words, I try my hardest not to spin around and punch him dead square in the face, for speaking to me in such a manner only brought one pain, but as Marco and Enzo are our most trusted men I could let it slide.
Reaching for the office, I moved to shove open my office door, currently still at the labyrinth. I had moved up towards my office here as my office sat facing one of the many large indoor training arenas that we had. Coming to stand by big huge windows my eyes move to focus on the arena down below, sixty large burly men all currently training on sparring mats while others run laps around an indoor track.
As if satisfied with what I was seeing, I eventually move to take my chair over at my desk, my right-hand men just staring at me, and oddly if I did say so myself. Arching a brow, I knew exactly what they wanted, they wanted an explanation to my sudden appearance at being happy.
Growling, as if I had to justify myself, I move to sigh. “If you MUST know, Grant and Alex witnessed a very special moment between them and Isabella. Apparently, Isabella was having a very special dream this morning,” smirking I move to add; “She’s fucking losing her mind and her mental barrier is breaking and it’s fucking hot.”
Seeing them grin like the sick fucks that they are, I move to roll my eyes before turning my focus back towards the tasks at hand. Fucking pricks, next time they question me I’m going to put a fucking bullet in their fucking kneecap. Mentally smirk at the thought I return my focus back to where it should be, my men and why I’m the fucking King of Kings.
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