Readers, please note that this is a multi-volume and multi-chapter story. It is best when read from the beginning "The Lady Executive, Chapter 1".
I was tired from a long day of tension, nerves, and admittedly glorious sex. As I settled naked into the sheets and snuggled into Lance's arms, I heard a noise from downstairs.
"Well, Bailey and the guys are home early. I figured they'd be out all night, dancing and fucking the night away." I murmured with a smile.
"Um, no I don't think that's them. I told Cory to text me when they were close to home. I haven't heard anything from him yet. Whoever it is downstairs, they are moving very slowly from room to room. We need to get out of here, now." Lance whispered quietly and very urgently in my ear as he gently pushed me out of the bed.
I heard something new in his voice so I didn't question him, I just quietly moved into the dark of the bathroom and watched in fascination as he quickly arranged pillows under the covers so that it looked like two bodies snuggled in the bed. Then, to my horror, he reached under the mattress and pulled out two guns. The guns weren't the scary part. The scary part is that they both already had silencers on them. I had to suppress a sudden and mad giggle as I watched him silently cross the bedroom, naked with his cock swinging between his legs and a pistol in each hand.
"I'm sorry. It's just that it's not every day you see a naked guy with a gun in each hand and one between his legs." I whispered in apology when he gave me a strange look as he settled into the shadow next to me.
"He he. Yeah I guess that's a rather funny sight, huh?" he answered with a smile.
I had to marvel at the thought that this man was about to go to war, nude, in the dark, against an enemy he knew nothing about, and he was laughing at a joke I had made.
There was a "THUD" at the top of the stairs.
That one sound produced a frightening change in a man who had been eating my pussy just a short while before. He rolled his shoulders and turned his head back and forth, his beautiful smile disappeared and turned to a simply evil grin, and when he spoke to me, the maniacal look on his face was terrifying.
He whispered one word, "Showtime!"
The instant he whispered that word, two shadows entered the bedroom so quietly that even though I was watching every move they made, I heard absolutely nothing. I could not believe these were the same men I had heard moments ago downstairs. I had to wonder if that noise had been intentional. The men stepped to the foot of the bed with their backs to us, and simultaneously raised their silenced weapons and fired countless shots into what they thought were bodies in the bed.
As they were firing their weapons, Lance stood up and aimed carefully at each one. I thought he'd shoot them while they were shooting the bed, but for some reason he waited. Moments later I understood why.
They waited a moment before going to each side of the bed and throwing back the covers.
One man looked at the other and exclaimed, "What the hell?" Then his head exploded all over the headboard and wall.
Lance shot them both at the same time, but the other man wasn't quite so lucky. Lance shot him in the shooting shoulder and the right side of the stomach. He was kneeling at the man's side and whipping off his ski mask as the guy sank to his knees.
"Who...are...you?" he asked, coughing up blood between the words.
"I would ask you the same question, but it really doesn't matter. What I want to know is who hired you to come after me?" Lance asked, applying pressure on the belly wound.
"Not here...(cough)...for you...here for a woman." he wheezed.
"What did you say?" I asked the man as I appeared over Lance's shoulder.
"You're the target...(cough)...he's a bonus..." the man whispered weakly as his head lolled to the side and his eyes began to roll back into his head.
"Hey! Hey! Who hired you? You don't have much time and you've got nothing to lose, man. Tell us and we will be sure to give him your regards." Lance said, shaking the man to wake him.
"No names...just a number on a phone...right chest pocket...make...(cough) him suffer...more than thissss." the man died looking Lance in the eye.
I immediately reached for his pocket, but Lance caught my hand and stopped me and shoved me back a step.
"Wait! It could be a dead man switch, like a booby trap. Let me check it, then you can have the phone." he said urgently.
I let him check the man's pocket and he gave me the phone. I checked the contact list and it was empty. I checked the call log and found one single number. I felt a cold chill run up my spine as I realized the number looked familiar.
"Oh my god. Lance, I know who sent them." I said as I sat heavily on the bed. Lance opened his mouth to answer me and then quickly clamped it shut, putting his finger over his lips. He turned slowly toward the door and raised one of his guns.
He made a cricket like sound, and was answered by what sounded like a hoot owl. "We're clear." he said toward the door.
I was amazed to see Cory stepping through the door with a very big and bloody bowie knife in his hand.
"Well, you weren't a few minutes ago." he said, smiling as he calmly wiped the blood from the knife on the trouser leg of the gut-shot hit man.
"AHHH!!! AAHHHHH!!! OH MY GOD!!!" came a blood curdling scream from downstairs. I recognized the voice as Bailey's.
"Ah shit. Reggie told your crazy friend to stay in the damned car until I came back for her. Does she always listen this well?" Cory asked in frustration, then smiling.
"It's alright, Bailey. We're all upstairs in the bedroom." I called out.
When Bailey arrived in the bedroom, Cory was just sliding his knife back into the holster in his jacket. She threw him a dirty look.
