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of his cock penetrated
me hard, the groan that followed telling me he was climaxing. Knowing this was my
one and only chance, I thrust the letter opener back as hard as I could,
praying I got him. He shouted out in shock and pulled out of me. I spun around,
seeing blood coloring the right-hand side of his shirt, the strike having hit
his lower stomach. A second later, the shock on his face morphed into fury. Like
a raging bear, he lunged at me, making me stab out in panic, the letter opener
hitting him in the throat. His hands went to his neck, blood spurting everywhere.
He stumbled backwards, then fell to the floor. He went to speak, but only a
gurgle came out, death finally taking him.
    I dropped the letter opener, staring
at him in stunned disbelief. I didn’t know how long I stood like that, just watching
his blood drip onto the carpet, but eventually the sound of seagulls snapped me
out of it. I grabbed my ripped panties and went for the door, veering around
the soldier, almost afraid he would come back to life and attack me like the
Living Dead.
    I headed out of the room, knowing I
needed to pin the soldier’s death on Rita. I opened the gym door, praying she’d
left. The room was empty, Rita obviously having lied to the soldier. I walked
over to the wardrobe, finding the trapdoor wide open, the FBI agent not having
covered her exit. It was almost as though she wanted it to be discovered.
    I peered down the hole, considering
escaping too. I shook the thought out of my head, knowing the Landi would catch
me, my running skills pathetic. Although Jagger liked my body, it was useless
when it came to anything other than fucking, my fitness non-existent. My father
had always said my hips were made for producing babies, not for winning medals
in sport. Plus, if I ran, the soldier’s death would be pinned on me.
    I headed out of the gym, leaving
the door wide open, hoping it didn’t matter which room the dead soldier was
found in. I stopped, realizing I could make it look like Rita had stolen
information for the FBI. I ran back to the office, willing myself to head past
the dead soldier. I went straight for Frano’s desk and turned on the computer.
A prompt came up, asking for a password. Ignoring it, I opened the desk
drawers, messing their contents up so it looked like Rita had searched through
them. I wanted Frano to think she’d betrayed him, so I could finally marry him,
making my famiglia powerful once more. Though, Jagger was going to be
the one in my bed, because I wasn’t giving him up—even for Frano.
    Hoping that was enough, I headed
out of the room and sped down the passage as fast as I could go, stopping at
the end to check if there were any other soldiers roaming the dining room. Thankfully,
no one was there, the place still shrouded in night.
     Seeing my opportunity, I cut
across the floor and raced up the staircase, stopping as Jagger’s door opened. Honey
emerged from the room and flicked on the light switch. Her eyes shot to me, the
blonde woman looking shocked, no doubt due to the blood on my hands and
nightie.
    “What have you done?” she gasped.
    Panicked, I rushed her, shoving her
inside Jagger’s room. She fell backwards with a cry, hitting her head on the
floor. I jumped on top of her, knowing that once the soldier was discovered, she
would realize I’d killed him. Fear and adrenalin coursed through me, the woman
now a witness. It didn’t matter that she was innocent; all that mattered was I
didn’t get caught. I grabbed her head and bashed it against the floor, no
longer in my right mind, the pain from the rape still gripping me along with
the fear of being found out. Without a doubt, the Landi would kill me for what
I’d done, and this woman would be the one who told them.
    I smashed her head against the
floor again, the crack sounding loud. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this,
especially not to Honey, but fear spurred me on, self-preservation taking over.
I continued to do it until the