Page 1 of Meet Odin
Prologue
“Yes,Daddy!Rightthere.Right there, Daddy!”
I pounded my dick into her pussy repetitively from behind.
She was a decent lay, but if she didn't shut up soon, I would have to gag her with my tie.
It was obnoxious how loud she was, moaning and screaming into the mattress.
I picked up the pace. I needed this to be over. When you have fucked as many women as I have, there’s not much left to the imagination. This was a job - nothing more.
I held her in place by her hip and let my other hand slide down to her clit. I rubbed it fiercely, not caring if it burned. Bitch needed to come and come quickly.
“Yes!” she moaned. I could feel the walls of her pussy quivering around my dick.
“That’s it,” I praised her. Bitches got off on that shit. “Take everything I have to give you.”
I let my mind wander until I couldn’t deny that it felt good. It wasn’t spectacular, but I’d come in a few, releasing a little tension. Perk of the job.
She pushed her ass back into my stomach, and I felt my lower back start to tingle.
“Be a good girl and make me come.” She groaned and something about that set me off. I felt myself release into the condom. It was like having a snack. I was satisfied, for now.
I pulled out of her, smacking her ass so she’d fall forward onto the bed. Her eyes were droopy, and within a few seconds, she was out like a light.
When I first approached her, I pretended to be a successful business man. It wasn't hard to play the role, and I never threw a red flag that made her question my validity. We hadn't been seeing each other very long, but I had dropped hints that I was looking for a wife, and she jumped at the chance. She never stopped to consider that things were moving fast. Too fast.
She was too eager to start the life she thought was coming, making the job too easy. Within a few weeks of fake dating, she surprised me with a key to her apartment. Making sure I was seen with her a few times was all it took, and no one questioned my presence. I walked into the front lobby earlier, greeted the doorman, and casually stashed my gear in her apartment—high-powered rifle included. Surprisingly, no one suspected a thing.
A snore came from the bitch on the bed. It hadn’t been that great, so either she was tired or didn’t get out very much. It was hard to tell. Sorry, sweetheart. You picked the wrong stud.
The lights came on in the apartment across the alley.
This was my mission.
I slid the window open in her bedroom, positioning my rifle on its stand and waited. It wasn’t long before I fired two shots, embedding them into the brain of the man standing in the kitchen.
He looked out the window as his mouth dropped open. It was lights out as he hit the floor.
Turning, I stared at the sleeping bitch. Today wasn’t her day, and neither was tomorrow. I pulled out my Glock and screwed the silencer on.
Bang! Bang!
Problem solved.
I pressed number 1 on speed dial.
“Clean up, aisle two.”
“Got it.”
I didn’t say any more and hung up. Of course, they got it. This was their mess I just cleaned up. You only call the God of War when you can't take care of it yourself.
I whistled as I walked from the elevator into the lobby of the apartment complex.
The doorman wished me a good evening, and I disappeared into the night.
Chapter 1
