"Druski, what the fuck is wrong with you, you can't just invite yourself into my room," Sasha snapped as she joined me outside. She wore only a towel, tightly wrapped around her body, her face furious and panicked.

​Her door was left slightly ajar, and I could see a naked Abigail inside. Abigail was stunningly sculpted: her back was turned, but the strong, defined lines of her athletic shoulders narrowed into a tight, muscular back. Her breasts, high and firm, rested against her chest as she turned slightly, and her entire structure was one of dangerous, disciplined power.

​"Close the door," I urged, my voice tight.

​"You can't tell me what to do, this is my house," Sasha argued, her eyes darting between me and the open door.

​"This is serious, Sasha, please close the door," I insisted, my face urgent.

​I think she finally saw the genuine terror in my eyes and sensed the urgency in my voice.

​She kicked the door shut with a sharp thud.

​I paced about the door, my mind spinning. What the fuck? What the actual fuck.

​I had just found Sasha in bed with the woman who was my handler, Big Mom's second in command, the woman who was now my partial owner and potential executioner.

​"Care to explain the meaning of this," Sasha said, hands on her hips, preemptively striking with an offensive posture.

​"Sasha, you fucking bitch! What the fuck? You part of this? Are you involved with these people?" I shouted in a whisper, trying to lower my voice so that Abigail wouldn't hear us over the thin wall.

​"Excuse you? Why the fuck are you insulting me?" Sasha hissed back.

​"That woman in there... who the fuck is she? What is she to you?" I demanded.

"Whoa, bro, you can't come here and bomb me with fucking questions. I'm not your girlfriend or your fucking wife, I can fuck whomever I want," Sasha snapped, her voice still laced with panic and fury.

​"Yesterday at the motel, you brought her there, didn't you? You fucking sold me out," I challenged, ignoring her personal life defense.

​She looked genuinely confused. "I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, but you better get hold of yourself, bro. Otherwise, I'm gonna fuck you up big time. Trust me, you wouldn't want to make a whore angry. You can't come here, invite yourself into my house, disturb my clients, then accuse me of... whatever the fuck you think I did."

​"She's your client?" I asked, completely blindsided.

​"I was fucking her, wasn't I?" she answered, her tone defensive.

​I looked at her in the eyes, trying to detect even the slightest hint of a lie. I couldn't find one. If she was acting, then she was a truly gifted actress.

​"You had nothing to do with what happened at the motel?" I repeated, pushing for a definitive denial.

​"Besides shooting a porn scene and giving you my anal virginity, no... what the fuck happened at the motel anyway? You look spooked," she said, finally showing some genuine concern about my state.

​I cleared my throat, forcing myself to state the terrifying truth. "That woman inside, your client... She's Red Eye."

​"What?" Sasha's eyes went wide. The confusion was replaced by pure, naked fear. The fear I had been feeling for the last 24 hours.

"There's nothing to be surprised of, baby girl."

​The door opened fully, and Abigail stood framed within it, a chilling, triumphant grin splitting her face.

​She looked gorgeous. She was stark naked, her athletic body a testament to lethal efficiency. Her back was turned slightly, showcasing the powerful musculature that ran down her spine, before she shifted to face us.

Her breasts were high and firm, slightly taut from the recent exertion, the dark, prominent nipples pointing defiantly. Below her flat, toned stomach, the blonde hair of her pubic region was neatly trimmed into a tight, rebellious triangle, a shocking contrast to the dark skin of the doorway, drawing the eye and making the raw power of her body undeniable.

​My heart was filled with both excitement and consuming fear. She was beautiful, yet the most dangerous thing I had ever seen.

​"Your girl is a good fuck, Druski. I can see why you chose to shoot porn with her," Abigail said, her eyes glittering with mock sincerity as she leaned a shoulder against the frame.

​"What are you doing here, what do you want?" I managed, trying to sound authoritative despite the situation.

​Her lips curved even wider. "I'm here because I'm horny. I saw your video, and I decided to pay this gorgeous slut a visit." She moved closer to Sasha, making the girl flinch back.

She pulled the towel off Sasha and tossed it on the floor. Sasha was now completely exposed, standing naked and terrified in the hallway.

​"Who could resist this beautiful creature," Abigail said, her voice dropping to a seductive purr as she rubbed Sasha's cheek with the back of her hand. Then, with terrifying swiftness, she put her hand on Sasha's throat—not squeezing, but holding—making Sasha wince. "Delicate yet fragile."

​She slid her hand down and cupped Sasha's breast, then looked directly at me, her eyes challenging me to react. "Sorry, Druski, you will have to talk to her another time. I'm paying a lot of money to be kept waiting, you know."

Abigail didn't wait for my response. She pulled Sasha roughly toward her and began kissing her, deep and possessive. Their lips met with a wet, sensual force, and the sound of the kiss filled the hallway. Abigail's hands immediately went to Sasha's exposed body, tracing a slow path down her waist and over her hips. All the while, Abigail kept her eyes fixed on mine, a triumphant, mocking glint daring me to intervene.

​Sasha, initially frozen in terror, seemed to realize this was her client and that her duty was to please her. She began kissing Abigail back, her hands finding Abigail's naked, sculpted back, caressing the hard lines of muscle. Their bodies melded, the sheer sexuality of the powerful assassin dominating the terrified model.

​I could feel my cock throbbing. It was obvious that Abigail was doing this deliberately to chase me away, to prove her dominance over both me and my assets. The immediate, raw desire was almost unbearable, but the threat in Abigail's eyes was stronger.

​Even though I longed to join them, to fuck them both, I turned away. The tension and violation were crushing. I went back to my room feeling defeated and crushed. Abigail was now in my life, whether I liked it or not, completely entwined with my core business assets. She was probably monitoring me.

​Right now, I couldn't talk to Sasha about the models. I had to pivot immediately. I had to contact Jess.

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