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ILAY'S POV
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She had gotten better. Her stance, her strength, her calculations, everything. It seemed as if her body had been made for combat. Or more than that. It was made specifically for me to use. Looking at her no longer disgusts me, which was why I wasn't going to let her go. Unless, of course, if she tried escaping and I accidentally killed her.
But even then, I'd bury her somewhere close so I'd jerk off on her grave to give her pleasure in the afterlife.
I'm messed up. I know. But I also don't care.

We made eye contact for the hundredth time, distracting herself and earning a punch to her guts.
She wheezed, doubling over while her opponent raised her arms, rejoicing at the momentary win.

She had been distracted the whole duel because of something Dario and I had put inside of her after a lot of struggling.

Kally had even screamed at some point and was shushed by Dario's mouth. That scoundrel! I had only invited him into the marriage to see them fight and entertain my unsaintly desires. But he was enjoying being around her.
I sighed, clearing those thoughts, before activating the vibrator.

"Ack!" She moaned as if experiencing both pleasure and pain while clutching her abdomen.

"Kally?" A peer rushed from the spectators. "Does it hurt that bad? But the blow wasn't-"

"I'm ok-ay," she grunted hiding the excitement caused by the toy.

Watching all this unfold from outside the hall brought me tremendous satisfaction. I had never tried this with a woman. And I must say, her reaction was priceless. Especially when she turned her head to scowl at me.
I grinned teasingly, raising my phone and telling her that I had the power to make her current moment a living...paradise. One with orgasms and moans.
But it would have to be received only in front of these people.

'Fuck. You,' Kally mouthed at me and I smirked even harder.

"What if she squirts here?" Dario asked stopping beside me.

I eyed him grinning. "That would be such a sight. I want to see that."

He sighed disappointedly. "Ilay, think of her reputation with so many people here. She's your wife."

"'Our' wife... Besides, you wanted to put it in as much as I did."

"Yeah. But not to use the vibration mode. Look at how she's struggling to even stand."

He had a point. One of Kally's mates had to help her off the stage to prepare it for the next duel. When she sat on the floor with her classmates, she crossed her legs and hugged them.
I smiled proudly. This was fun. So much fun.

Just as I was losing myself in the moment, my phone rang...my work phone.

"Here." I handed Dario the phone controlling Kally's toy. "Take care of it."

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A five-hour jet ride. Lonely and tiresome.
But I finally had information about where the stolen half of the poison grail was. Just the people I had suspected from the start.
For this meeting, I had to take with me hitmen from Drakon. I hadn't used them in years. But since I was facing The Crimson Brotherhood(TCB), I had to go prepared. They weren't like these little organizations I had taken care of. But it wasn't that formidable if I was honest with myself. They just had too many men to deal with by myself. Too tiresome.

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3RD POV
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Ilay and his men stormed the hotel as he owned it, turning every head and drawing every eye in sight. When the security tried to stop them, they were immediately neutralized.
Inviting him and not shutting down the hotel was an insult to Ilay. And for that, he would make sure any client in sight felt the need to run for their life.

"Clear the way to whatever floor they want me," he instructed lazily while propping himself against the receptionist's counter.

The workers behind the large counter had gone paralyzed from intense fear. They could only stare wide-eyed and hope that he didn't notice them breathing.

Hearts pounding and breaths thinning, one of the clients who was in the lobby quietly fished out his phone ready to call for help from the police.
After he dialed '9-1-1', his widened eyes moved from side to side, making certain that these well-dressed 'terrorists' didn't spot him making the call.

"Nine one one, what's your emergency?" Came the voice he had been saying to hear.

With a shaking hand, the old man started lifting the phone to his ear but it was suddenly grabbed from behind. "Hello, sorry, my kid was using the phone. Sorry for the trouble."

"If you're in-"
The man ended the call and tossed the phone in a nearby bin.

"Nobody said you can't leave, old man. If you're scared, walk out that fucking door!"

"Wha-what? I can le-leave?"

He looked around and saw that the other people who had been with him were freely leaving the building without anyone stopping them. "If those ops show up, I swear we will hunt you down and pull out your teeth before they start falling off. Now fuck off!"

"Ye-yes. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
He rushed past Ilay's man, defiling his age.

When most of the civilians had left, the guards who had remained with Ilay gathered around him. Their weapons were hidden from the sight of the easily frightened workers who had no choice but to stay behind fearing unemployment more than dying.

Ilay turned around and the four women gasped.
"Why haven't you called for help?" he asked curiously, placing his elbows on the smooth, shiny top. " Did your boss tell you-"

"N-n-n-no!" one managed to speak up. "We d-don't call the police here."

"Why? No, don't transfer... Why would a hotel owned by TCB involve those low lives."

She didn't answer. For reasons they weren't told, the boss's wife instructed them not to call the police no matter what happened today.
"Tsk! Did they think I'd blast in here guns blazing? Such a mediocre plan."

While the government looked the other way to give the mafia houses room to operate(as long as they paid taxes), they were not to hurt any civilians lest the treaty be rebuked. This unspoken rule has been adopted in all countries in the world.
But such rules didn't affect Ilay much. He killed whom he thought deserved it, whether a civilian or a gangster.
There was only good or bad, nothing in between. And he was very aware where he lay. Even if someone were to come after him, he would have no complaints of dying as long as they had the power to kill him.

"Boss," Mike called humbly. "Everything has been inspected. Do you wish to proceed?"

"Let's go and get it over with. I have two cats waiting for me in my room. They might tear each other to pieces if I'm out too long."

"Cats!" Mike exclaimed taken aback.
He never knew his boss had cats.
Ilay had always been a dog man, he'd at times have his wallpaper set to display his huskies.

"What are you standing there for? Lead the way."

"Ye-yes. Sorry Boss."