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  Copyright© 2017 April Zyon

  ISBN: 978-1-77339-212-7

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  Editor: Melissa Hosack

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  HIS KILLING PRINCESS

  Family First, 2

  April Zyon

  Copyright © 2017

  Chapter One

  Emily Maximillian was a woman of many different talents. There were facets of her life that no one would ever believe and ones she would never allow anyone else in on. Emily had secrets, ones she kept to protect herself, some even from herself.

  Her life started just like everyone else’s. She had a mom, dad, and even had an older brother and baby sister. She had a fabulous life until someone came and stole it all from her when she was only five years old. All that had been left were her and her father. She had clung to him just as he had to her, and that’s when she learned his biggest secret ever. After he revealed that secret, she suddenly had a much larger family of sorts, men that took her in and helped her broken father raise her as best that they could.

  Emily had been taught his trade from practically the moment her mother and siblings were put into the ground because it had been a rival of her father’s that had somehow figured out his identity and came after them all. Her father, however, ensured the man paid for his transgressions against the family and from that moment on taught Emily how to be a ghost and how to be the very best at what he did and what she would do one day as well.

  Emily thought of her past a lot since meeting Tony, a man she had lost her heart to because she realized she needed to tell him her secrets. If she were going to have a life with the man she loved that meant that she was going to have to bare her soul to him or she would never have another moment of peace, that, and he would never understand her need for frequent out of town business trips.

  Emily sighed and leaned her head back against the leather seat of her Lexus and closed her eyes for the barest of moments. That’s when it all came out, and the memories rushed over her. The thoughts of her father and all that he had taught her. In those moments, she found her focus and then began.

  Getting out of the car with smooth efficiency, she walked up to the church steps with her large hat in place and oversized glasses on her nose as well. She knew that her mask was complete and none would ever be able to penetrate. It was a Guild created mask, flawless and utterly perfect. She doubted even Tony would be able to identify her today.

  Gracefully, the petite woman walked into the large church, pausing long enough to dip the forefingers of her right hand into the blessed water at the vessel at the front. With her head bowed, she whispered, “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirt. Amen.” Lifting her head, she walked to the confessionals and took the seat on her side.

  She waited patiently for ten minutes until the small window between herself and Father McAlister slid open. She listened to him giving the blessing and when he asked for her sins, she smiled. Lifting her lipstick, she put it on and ensured that she looked perfect. Putting the tube back into her purse she pulled a small caliber weapon out with the silencer already in place. She spoke very quietly in a low and modulated tone meant to get the good Father’s attention.

  “Timothy Galion, Demetrius Salazar, Fredrick Hastings…” Emily named off thirty-five more names before getting to the last one on the list. “And Ian Flemmings.” She could hear the heavy breathing of the man on the other side and could practically hear him trying to think of how to get out of the confessional. A confessional that she had rigged hours earlier to close behind him and lock, and remain locked.

  “I don’t know what you are talking about, daughter,” the man finally said.

  “Oh, Father. Alright, well may he Forgive You, Father, for you have Sinned, and you have sinned grievously. The thirty-five boys I named before Ian couldn’t afford me. However, you erred severely by hurting Ian.” There was one silent puff from the gun in her hand and the priest slumped over silently on his side of the confessional.

  Shaking her head, she placed the weapon into a sealed silver bag and added the chemicals that would dissolve the special weapon and placed it onto bench she had just been sitting on.

  Smiling, she left the confessional. She once again bowed and gave the sign of the cross. She left the church knowing that the Priest wouldn’t be found for at least half an hour. By then she would have ditched the Lexus, and she would be the real Emily once more. No one else would be the wiser.

  Once in the car she pulled out her burner and sent off a message to the Flemmings. After she received a response from the father of the family and a confirmation ping on her iPad of the deposit into her bank account, she hummed a happy tune.

  Breaking the burner phone into pieces, she dropped it into a bag she would drop into an incinerator on her way back to Tony’s place. She had never met with the father of the Irish Family, Ian Flemmings Sr, and that was a very good thing considering who she was currently dating.

  She looked at the old-fashioned watch she always wore, a mechanical watch that had been upgraded to the nth degree by the tech wizards at the Guild. The watch itself was her father’s watch and something she never took off, ever. She shook herself out of thinking about her father and once more went back to thinking of the client she had just satisfied.

  She never met face to face with her clients. It was all done via the Guild and Lucifer was fastidious about keeping her secrets. If anything, he was even more fastidious about keeping her hidden than she was. They vetted her clients to the T and ensured that her own personal code of kills was never broken. She would never take a case where a woman or child would be harmed. She would never kill an innocent man. She had to have irrefutable proof that the person she killed had done what they were accused of. If the man was a family man, she ensured that if the wife wasn’t involved in the crimes she was set up for life and didn’t pay for her husband’s corruptions. Emily might be a killer, but she wasn’t a monster.

  Chapter Two

  Emily and Antonio met by pure chance. She had been thinking of their meeting just as much as she had been thinking of their past, mostly because she was thinking of a future with him. She was thinking of a future with him because of another huge secret she was holding from him.

  She sighed and closed her eyes. God, she had so much to tell him. She just prayed the man would understand. Then again, he was a killer as well, with a code as strong as her own. She lay in their bed and waited for him. As soon as he entered the room, all thoughts of telling him anything flew out the door and instead she knew he needed to simply forget. They had been together for five months, in that time they hadn’t used protection from the first moment they got together which brought her to the thoughts she was having about their futures now.

  That was the thing about them sharing professions. She could read his body language better than he likely knew she could. Emily rose
to her feet and walked to Tony. As she moved toward him, she stripped out of her negligée and stood before him in all her naked glory. She knew what he saw. Emily wasn’t shy about her body any longer. She now embraced her womanly attributes, and that was all thanks to Antonio.

  She had scars, ones that couldn’t be hidden but had been explained away easily enough with the smallest of lies, ones she had hated to tell him and couldn’t wait to tell him the truth on. As he had told her before, her breasts were the size of ripe grapefruits, her skin a pale milk color, and her hair as red as fire. Or so he liked to tell her.

  She moved to Tony silently and began to strip him of his clothes, loving the way her pale skin looked against his very dark skin. Sliding Tony’s shirt from his body, she scraped her nails over his beautifully toned six pack abs and looked up into his troubled eyes. “Hard day?” she asked while working on his pants.

  She felt emboldened by this man. It was hard to imagine that before him she had been a virgin. She had killed a hundred horrible men but never had taken a lover. Tony had been intense, wonderful, and she had known from the moment she met him that he was the one for her.

  “You have no idea, sweetheart.” Tony took her hand in his and shook his head. “You know that is not how I play.” He growled lightly at her and then leaned down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and suckling hard. “I do love being greeted at the door by you naked, however. From here out I think you should greet me like this when I come home, but only when I text you and tell you I’m coming home alone. I would hate to kill a friend who saw my woman naked.”

  She shivered. Had any other man demanded anything of her like that she would kill them and leave their bodies for the cops to find. Period. She wasn’t one to be commanded, but with Tony, it turned her on. She seemed to need it. “Yes, Sir.” She bowed her head in supplication. She knew she would do anything he asked her to do. She would because she knew he would always ensure she had pleasure, no matter what. Tony would do anything for Emily just as she would for him.

  “Are you hungry?”

  “Only for you, Emmy girl, only for you,” Tony said only a second before he picked her up and carried her to their bedroom.

  Emily held back her laughter when he tossed her on the bed, because she saw the look of sheer bleak need on his face. She reached back, grabbed the headboard, and watched him strip. He all but radiated the need to control, the need to dominate in a way that eclipsed anything they had ever shared before, and it almost scared her, almost.

  Chapter Three

  Tony had the worst day in the history of all fucking days of his life. He had to put down two of the lower members of the Family, and that was always a shitty thing to do. Worse, he had to do it while Gregorio was still on his honeymoon, but that was what one did as second. You made decisions and the decision had been made for him when the fucking brothers decided to rape and kill a couple of twelve-year-old girls. Children. Their Family was in a lot of shit, but the raping and killing of children was not part of it.

  He had first called Greg when the evidence had been brought to him and once he had his boss’s permission to do as he felt was necessary he did just that.

  Tony made an example of the fuckers and ensured that everyone knew they didn’t mess with children, period. Now, however, he was home. He was with the woman he was in love with, and he had decided it was high fucking time he told her that and confessed he expected to spend the rest of forever with her. It was time for her to commit fully to him, at least he hoped so.

  It had taken him a long time to come to this point. To reach the conclusionwhere he was ready to commit to just the one woman. Hell, just what he did at Gregorio’s bachelor party alone was enough for the woman to leave him when she found out, but he was going to tell her, regardless. It was time for him to tell her everything. No more secrets.

  First, though, he had to slake his need. He needed to dominate this woman he was in love with first. He needed her full submission before he did anything at all. “I’m in a mood tonight, Em. I need complete control.”

  “I understand, Sir,” Emily whispered submissively with her eyes downcast. She was the perfect submissive to him. She wasn’t when they first met, but all it took was him giving her a bit of instruction, and she was perfect now. “What is it that you need from me, Sir?”

  That was what he needed; he needed her complete submission. He knew that Emily was a strong woman in her own right, so for her to so easily submit to him, was exactly what he needed, especially today. “I’m going to tie you up, put the open mouth gag on you and if you will trust me, blindfold you.”

  He saw the fear in her eyes and stroked his dark hand over her cheek and smiled. “Maybe one day.” He knew she had deep scars, deep fears that he prayed she would one day tell him about. One of them centered on the blindfold. At least now she let him tie her up, which was something Emily hadn’t allow him to do before.

  “I’m sorry, Sir. I’m trying.”

  “Don’t be sorry, Em. You are perfect. One day you will give in completely to me. One day you will tell me everything. I’m willing to wait for you. Until then, get the silk rope so I can tie you up.” When she went to obey, Tony watched every move she made. One day he would have her story. Until then he was perfectly happy with the life they had, for now.

  Once he had her on the bed in the position he wanted her in, he said, “If you need for me to stop, simply lift your head and shake it. With the mouth gag you won’t be able to talk. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.” They had done this often, and she had trusted him many times before, but this time he was not only tying her up but using the gag as well. He was pushing her farther each time they were together, and she seemed to allow it, all but the blindfold.

  He placed the open mouth gag into her beautiful mouth after giving her a lusty kiss and then began tying her up.

  He looped the ropes around her body carefully, ensuring they didn’t harm her but were tight enough to make her nipples stand at tight peaks and her back arch.

  Once he had her perfectly placed, he stood back and looked at his handiwork. He smiled. “Fucking perfect.” He started by devouring her pussy, he couldn’t help himself. Having her legs spread open with the silk ropes was too much temptation for him. He could hear her moans and smiled against her pussy.

  ****

  Sweet torture, that’s all she could think as Tony teased her clit with his tongue. He had her tied up in a way she couldn’t get out of and had a mouth gag in that she couldn’t dislodge, but she didn’t mind. She knew that later he would give her the sweetest of pleasures by letting her suck his cock through that gag and then he would remove it again and massage her jaw before he kissed her. Tony couldn’t hurt her. He loved her too much; she knew that.

  When his fingers began to pump in and out of her pussy, she lifted her body up to meet him thrust for thrust and whimpered when he slapped her ass in punishment for moving. It was worth it, though; God it was so very worth it.

  He teased her anus with his pinky finger, which had her whimpering and nodding. She loved when he teased her asshole, so much. One day she knew he was going to take her there and she couldn’t wait.

  Tony lifted his head and looked up her body at her. “I’m fucking you here tonight. I need you here tonight. After I’ve come in your delicious pussy, that is.” He told her this quite simply before he went back to devouring her dripping wet pussy.

  Oh, God. They had been working their way up to that, and he had said one day they would do that, but today? She wished she knew what had happened to cause him that need, but she didn’t question him. Instead, she simply nodded because she was all for it. In fact, she came from just the thought of his big black cock pumping deep into her dark forbidden hole.

  He moved quickly up her body and before she knew it he had released the bonds of her body and slid the gag out of her mouth. He massaged her hands and shoulders before moving up to massage her jaw. “I love you, Emily,” he said
before he kissed her. She loved him, too. So much. She had to tell him. There was so much she had to tell him.

  She felt his cock nudging at her pussy and opened her legs to wrap around his hips and pull him in closer to her body. When Tony thrust hard and deep, she didn’t complain. She did whimper, but it was one of pleasure. She continued kissing him because she felt he needed this connection. Something big happened. Maybe he would tell her, but she doubted it. The both had their secrets after all.

  He fucked her hard and fast, pumping in and out of her body until he tightened and she felt her coming orgasm too. She shuddered as an electrical feeling soaring through her body. She shouted out his name as he called hers. Both of them came together.

  Tony was relentless, however, and impossibly still hard even if he had softened slightly. In his flurry of need, he flipped her to her hands and knees to get her into the position he wanted. He spanked her ass, a slap to one cheek and then the other. He then licked at her asshole.

  Emily was once more shivering in pure need. “Tony.” She moaned his name again and pushed back on him. She felt him move from the bed. He tossed the ropes and gag onto the night table. Then he pulled out lube and a condom.

  “I’m not taking chances with you. I won’t hurt you,” he said her when she looked up at him.

  “I know.” She knew that without a shadow of a doubt. She knew that he would never hurt her. Plus, she could protect herself if she had to. He lubed her ass up using copious amounts of the cherry-scented lube. Then he pressed first one finger into her ass and then a second one. She pressed back against him and moaned as she did so. She knew from their prior play sessions it would help ease him into her body faster.