Filed to story: Maleah The Angel Of Death Novel
Maleah looks straight into my eyes and I know she is looking at Commander instead of me. “You better behave yourself or I will allow Fortune to put you in your place.” She says and I gulp as I feel her Lycan coming forward. I finally understand why Fortune stayed hidden. Anyone would have been able to sense her and no one would have mistaken her for a Wolf.
Commander pushes forward a little more and says to Maleah, “I apologize for growling. Mack just really hated eating veggies as a kid. Maybe he will tell you why one day, but I wouldn’t hold my breath.” He says and I groan in my head as he introduces himself to Maleah before he retreats to the back of my head. “If you ever want to talk about it I am willing to listen. I would love to hear why someone could hate veggies that much.” She says teasingly.
“Goodnight, Mack and Commander.” She says as she walks out of the dining room, but before she leaves the Alpha floor I ask her to keep me posted on her Mother and she knows exactly what I mean by that.
“Give me your number and I will inform you if she becomes too much of a nuisance.” Maleah responds and we exchange numbers as Diego wishes the others goodnight.
It takes a while before anyone breaks the silence. “I know she loves her career, but do you think she would have made a good Assassin if she was trained properly?” Dad asks, and for a moment I have to think about his question.
“I think she would have been the best Assassin this Pack has ever had if she was trained. Without any training she has been able to hide Fortune’s presence from everyone and she can hide her scent.
She would be a great asset to our Assassin team. I doubt anyone would be able to catch her if she went after a target and she probably wouldn’t leave a trail at the scene. I believe it is safe to say she would be better than me, and a part of me is actually glad she never chose that career.” I answer Dad, and for a split second I wonder if she would have been better than the Angel of Death.
Dad and I talk about Maleah’s Mother and her insistence for Maleah to move to Alpha Bradley’s Pack as we walk back to our Quarters on the Assassin floor. Diego lived on this floor until he met his Mate. He moved into his parents’ home and has been living there ever since. I never thought about moving out of the Pack-house, but I understand that as a parent Diego put his Daughter first and I think it has been a good thing she wasn’t raised here.
Well, maybe not completely. I believe it has been good for her career, but not for the way she grew up, and I will never point this out to Diego. He will probably blame himself for the rest of his life and I truly believe he is an amazing Father. He always talks about her with so much love in his eyes.
I never really followed Maleah’s career, but I might just start to see what she has accomplished over the years and if there is something there that would be of interest to Alpha Bradley.
After I get ready for the night I lay down on my bed and stare up at the ceiling. I let my mind wander back to the first time I met Alpha Bradley – not one of my fondest memories.
Dad had been training me as an Assassin ever since I shifted for the first time and I was surprised to find out the amount of information there was in my Father’s head. He knows so much about so many different Wolves and Lycans.
I accompanied Dad and Alpha Max to a meeting with a few other Alphas and Alpha Bradley was one of them. He looked pretty normal at first glance. He had taken his Son with him, but that guy had given me the creeps with the way he was looking at every female in the room. Some of the other Alphas had asked Alpha Bradley to talk to his Son. That is when I saw another side to Alpha Bradley. He made it clear that females were nothing but sex-slaves and incubators to him.
He even told an Alpha that he would forcefully mark a female to make sure he would have an heir, and I truly believe he did that to his Son’s Mother. But we never found any proof of it or I would have taken him out myself. The meeting was a strained one with them constantly making rude remarks, and when Alpha Bradley asked Alpha Max how his Mate was doing all hell broke loose.
I look at the file I am holding in my hand. I know the face of my target by heart, and yet I take another look at it. My Lycan growls as I let my eyes glide over the information. My target is a female this time, and she has gotten away with her crimes one too many times. Today, justice will be served, and I can’t wait to carry out the judgment, followed by her punishment.
Each target I ever went after was able to avoid justice until our paths crossed, and I always made sure that I left behind something that would make it clear that this was payback – something their victims’ families would recognize. It was the only way I could make sure those families knew that justice was served and that no one would ever have to endure what their relatives did.
I also make sure it always happens in a public place, a place where my targets are most likely to be found by strangers. With that, I increase the chances of details leaking to the outside world. I don’t want my targets to be found by friends or family who will make sure details stay hidden. I want it out in the open to instill fear in those that commit crimes, and I want them looking over their shoulders.
My target walks in with two males following her, and I smile when I see both males looking rather bored. I bet they can think of a few other places they would rather be. She snaps at the males for not bringing her luggage with them, and one of them turns on his heel to walk back outside. Moments later, he shows up with two suitcases. Looks like she isn’t traveling light – two suitcases for only one night at a hotel.
I grab the file from my lap before I get up from my seat and walk out of the hotel, knowing that tomorrow she won’t wake up again. I walk around the city to pass the time. It will be a few more hours before I can go into action, and I can’t sit still to watch time pass me by. My Lycan is lying in the back of my head, and I know we both need to pass the time in one way or another.
Just after dinner, I walk back into the hotel, and my target walks past me on her way out. She will be attending some fashion show a few blocks down from the hotel. I step into the elevator and head up to my hotel room, where I will get ready for tonight. I will be waiting for her when she gets back to her room. My face will be the last face she will ever see, my voice will be the last she will ever hear, and I will make sure she dies knowing that there was no way to escape me.
As always, I sit in a chair in the dark to wait for my target, and my Lycan perks up the second we sense Wolves approaching the room. There are three of them – the males probably function as her protection detail – and I chuckle in my head as my Lycan points out it won’t do her any good. We will take all three of them out if we have to, but something tells me that the males will not set foot in this suite. Once the door to the suite closes, I sense the males walking back to the elevator.
I hear my target stumbling through the suite, and I wonder how long it will take her to pass out – whether it is here in her bed or out there on the couch. I sit in silence as I listen to her heartbeat. It is erratic for some reason, and it takes a while before it settles down. I watch the alarm clock on the nightstand as her breathing evens out, and like every other time, I wait two hours before I get up out of the chair.
Opening the door, I see my target sprawled out on the floor. I pull the syringe from my belt as I walk around the couch to her side. I get down on one knee before pushing the syringe into her ass. She barely stirs as I empty the fluid into her body, but a moment later, her eyes snap open, and I see the fear in them when she realizes there is no sound coming from her mouth. I can tell she is trying to reach her Wolf, and her eyes widen when she understands she is on her own.
“You have escaped justice for the last time. Tonight, I will be your Judge, Jury, and Executioner. You run an illegal sex club. None of the females and males in there chose to be there, and you never stopped any of your clients from raping them over and over again. Today, you will die after feeling some of the pain you caused them,” I say as I rip the clothes off her body. I can tell she is trying to fight me, but she can’t do anything to stop me from inflicting pain.
I empty the small backpack I took with me, and I know it is clear to her that I know a lot of what she put her slaves through. What I am about to do won’t kill her, but it will cause her excruciating pain – a pain her slaves have gone through over and over again at the hands of her Father and Brothers. I will make sure she feels the same pain. I lift her off the floor and place her over the armrest of the couch, her ass and pussy facing the door.
I place the dildos I bought in front of her and show her the first one I grab before walking behind her. I pull her legs apart before slamming the dildo full force into her pussy. I see the pain in her eyes as I grab the second dildo from the couch and place it next to the one already inside her. I shove it into her core as hard as I can. I crouch down in front of her and see tears streaming down her face. “Crying won’t help make the pain disappear,” I say.
I grab the third dildo off the couch, and she knows exactly what I will be doing next. I force it into her ass without using any lubricant – something her Father and Brothers never used on her sex slaves either. I believe it is poetic justice that she dies while feeling what her sex slaves went through.
“Think you can handle another one?” I ask her as I hold up the last dildo and force it into her ass next to the other one. I know her screams would have woken up the entire hotel.
I use the palm of my hand to slam all four dildos in as far as they can go, and I see blood seeping from both her holes, but I don’t care. I grab one of my silver knives and make a few incisions in her body to make sure she bleeds out slowly. I check if she used the “do not disturb” sign, but it is still lying on the side table near the door.
I make sure I don’t leave anything behind that could be traced back to me. Once I am satisfied, I walk over to my target to look her in the eyes one last time.
“Your Father and Brothers might look over their shoulders once they find out what happened to you, but there will come a day when they let their guard down. When that happens, I will be waiting for them,” I say before leaving her room the way I entered it.
