41 Sail

This chapter is (R-18)

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✨Yuri✨

Angel's taste was a slice of heaven on earth. I never wanted anyone as much as I wanted her. To feel her, taste her, pleasure her.

The look on her face as her release hit her like a storm was something that will be embedded in my mind for a long, long time.

She sat up and reached for my face. Wiping the remains of her products on my lips and cheeks with her thumb.

"That was nice" she smiled, her cheeks turning crimson under the dimmed light. "Let me" I grunted when she reached down on my obviously angry bulge.

"You don't have to" I held her wrist.

"But I want to" she murmured sheepishly, biting her lip. Fúckin' beautiful.

She stood up in her almost naked state, guiding me to a sitting position on the couch, got on her knees unbuckling my belt. The warmth of her hands was as good as a blanket on a rainy day.

I grunt when she freed my length from my boxers. She smirked, damn she was enjoying this torture.

She used both hands to cover my shaft, moving up and down in a slow torturous pace while twisting them a little. Her hooded eyes locked in mine while she lowered her mouth on my length. Taking what she can slowly, inch by inch until I felt the back of her throat. Her cheeks hollowed with every bob of her head. I fisted her fake blond hair, guiding her in a pace that was pleasurable, bringing me to a euphoria only Angel was able to give.

"I need to be inside you, Angel" I groaned in pain as I helped her stand.

Her hooded eyes looked back at me with a storm swirling in them. "What?"

"I-uhm…" she wasn't able to finish her sentence because of a knock from the door.

"Times up kids" the floor manager knocked on the door again.

Why can't we do this without interruption?

Angel didn't give a second glance at me while fixing her dress.

"Angel-"

"No. Just… don't…" she took the bottle of Jack D. from the table and drank almost half of it.

"You don't even know what I was gonna say" I retort, closing in the distance between us, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind.

"Yuri… I can't…" she shakes her head.

"I know. Don't think too much." I rest my chin above her head. "I'll wait outside."

"Just stay with Uno. I need you to be safe" she turned around and cupped my face with her warm hands.

"I can take care of myself," I frowned.

She shakes her head "this isn't just a simple mission, Yuri. This is an assassin's turf. Stay with Uno."

Before I could protest, the floor manager walked in and guided me outside. A black guy entered after me. I was already standing a good 6'8 but he was way taller than me. And bigger. How the hell would my Angel take down that Goliath?

"I'll wait here" I instructed the floor manager.

"Only clients are allowed to stay in here" her face showed annoyance. "You can wait in the lounge if you want."

My patience was wearing off, I would not leave Angel in this situation. Pulling out my Beretta 92fs, I pointed it between her eyes. She gasped audibly. "I won't repeat myself, suka."

She raised her trembling hands "okay. You can do what you want." I lowered my gun and she ran like scared little mice.

I leaned my back on the door, eavesdropping patiently for anything that would give me a reason to barge in.

Just the thought of Angel being held by another man triggers something inside me. I knew I was jealous, but what I feel now is beyond that. I want to protect her, keep her safe from this life. Maybe Isiah saw it before I did.

The sound of glass shattering woke me up from my trance. Without hesitation, I kicked open the red door I was leaning before and took in the sight in front of me.

Angel was gripping the big guy by his black hair, his nose broken and blood trickling from his head. A broken bottle of vodka was being held by Angel, pointed at the eyes of the kneeling buff guy in front of her.

She gave me a disappointed glance but I was more concerned for her well being than her anger.

"Where is it?" I froze at how cold Angel's voice was. I've seen her in action before but never this furious. Even at this dimmed light, it was clear that her brown eyes held rage of a thousand pounds.

The big guy chuckled, wincing at the cut on his lips. "I'll tell you nothing."

Angel smirked, "I'll get it out of you in no time." She pushed the glass in his right eye, his cry of pain echoed through the whole room.

"Fúck you!" the guy cried like a kitten.

"Fúck me?" Angel taunt. "I'll cut off your little buddy in no time."

Footsteps were closing in from the hallway, Uno came barging in. "Take him. We have to get out of here." He was calm but the urgency in his voice was apparent. "Take Yuri with you, I'll burn the building down."

Angel didn't need to be told twice. She took the trench coat handed by Uno before placing a black sack at the bleeding guy's head. She was struggling with dragging the guy, I helped her take him out of the room through the back door.

We stepped on the dock, and like Uno said, he literally burned the building down. Bright embers sparkle in the darkness of the night.

"Which one?" Angel asked our prisoner.

"I ain't telling you shít" the guy grunted when Angel kicked his crotch.

"Which" kick "one?" kick, kick.

I held on my dear life. I never would have wanted to be hit in that part anytime like that.

"You're a bítch!"

"Wrong answer" she kicked him again and again until he was limping. The guy finally told Angel which yacht it is that he owns.

"Tie his hands" Angel threw me a fishing line while she placed a rug inside his mouth.

She walked to the deck and soon the boat sailed on the dark night.

"Ready to talk?" She asked the guy but he just glared at her. "Fine. Your choice." She took the fishing line from my hand, securing it on the railings. I was confused at how long the line was but when she started dragging the man out of the boat, I got a clearer picture of her idea.

"Angel" I held the man's leg while she held his shoulder. The man was squirming, fear clouding his eyes. "Can't we just tie him up in the engine room?"

"Let the sharks have their fun" she taunted the guy. We dropped him on the cold waters and soon he was being dragged as the boat continued to sail.

"I thought you were going to kill him?" I followed her inside the cabin. She was rummaging through the cabinets until she found a duffle bag and bottles of bourbon.

"I need what's inside his tiny brain" she disappeared into the bathroom and walked back out after a few minutes, freshly showered. She was only wearing a skimpy white towel over her body. I wanted to continue where we left off earlier.

We heard another engine roared closer to us, a speedboat maybe. Angel quickly gets dressed before throwing me an AK-12. "What about you?"

"I'll get one from them. Stay alive, okay?" I froze when she tiptoe and kissed my lips, gently this time. She was about to pull away but I held her waist, deepening the kiss.

The door burst open and gunfire flew all over the place. I held Angel's hand, taking cover on the mattress I tossed over us. She took a grenade on the duffle bag and threw it behind the mattress. A loud bang came after.

"Stay behind me" I reluctantly followed her lead, she was the assassin after all.

Angel was a good fighter, one that only uses little of her strength against her enemy. Much like Uno's fighting skills. All I did was watch her back as she took down the intruders, snapping their necks with her bare hands until we reached the captain's deck.

"Talk to Uno" she threw me her phone and made sure everybody around the deck was lifeless.

I told Uno what happened. He didn't say much but he said he was on his way.

"Yuri!" I heard Angel shout from the door but before I noticed it, a sharp object pierced my chest.

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