Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Wife of a Mob Boss Ch. 03

... shadows as I took to the open concrete. Three football fields of nothing but open concrete where a sniper could take me out or anyone with a focused eye could spot me. I had trained for missions like this. I had executed hostage recovery missions like this before, but never alone. Special forces worked as a team. That was why we were so effective. So deadly. We covered each other’s blind spots.

I had no one covering me as I approached Terminal Seven.Chapter TwoA lone man walked the front of the office building along the perimeter. He puffed on a cigarette and let his MP5 submachine dangle uselessly off of its shoulder strap as if it were a purse. Definitely Blue Stone security. The laziness and unprofessionalism oozed from his every step and movement. I was armed with only my pocket knife and my pistol. I knew that as soon as I fired one round off, all the security would be on high alert, and most would probably be converging on me. This was a zero-sum mission. Either I saved her, or we all died. There was no halfway about it.

I had to keep this quiet as long as possible before making a gunshot. Preferably, if I could do this entire op without firing a single round, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Carefully, I flicked open my knife so that not even the blade’s locking mechanism would alert my target. Waiting for my window, I started walking for the guard with long strides and soft feet. Only once I had halved the distance did I start to run. Whether it was the ...

... sound of my feet crunching across the gravel-filled asphalt or just the innate human sixth sense of a predator’s presence, the man turned while I was still five steps away.

The gasp the man made was loud but not nearly as loud as a gunshot. He was still fiddling with where his weapon hung off of him when I lunged. Diving on top of him, the two of us rolled, and our hands struck and grabbed one another. I grabbed at his weapon in such a way that he couldn’t get a finger into the trigger guard and tied the weapon to his chest. He turned, trying to free it from my grasp, which is when I took my opening. Taking the blade in my other hand, I reached around his neck and slit his throat. Holding him to the ground as I listened to the gurgle of death escape him, I scanned my surroundings, ensuring no others were alerted.

Satisfied, I stood and began stripping away what I needed. The MP5 machine gun, three spare clips, a cell phone, and a small walkie-talkie. Closing my knife, I pocketed it and shouldered the submachine gun as I ran for the office building.

Entering the office building through the first unlocked door I came across, I scanned with my weapon high. The building was dark. All the lights were turned off, but it wasn’t empty. I heard talking. Maybe it was a TV. Taking the hallway, my eyes looked over the dark, empty rooms that I passed as I neared the sound. Taking a corner, I saw an office light that was spilling out into the second hallway. I approached and heard ...