Chapter Ten: Marked For Demolition

Lisa

I was on a the private jet flying to LA for my modeling gig. The photo shoot is going to be taking place in several cities. I had called my husband the previous night and asked for permission to use the penthouse. He allowed it since he would be spending the next three days in Dubai for his business meeting. Guess this bitch is spending her night alone while her husband is in Dubai sucking Arabian dick. I won't complain a lot though, I knew what I was getting myself into on the first day. He told that he was gay moments after my rescue and that he was only going to marry me because he wants his father to get off his case. At that time I was only sixteen and he was nineteen. As years went by we grew close and we were friends until at the age of twenty two his father forced us to have sex while he watched with a bunch of his millionaire friends. The sex was good but I fear it changed something in William. From that day he hasn't been the same. I fear he will lose his mind when he finds out that Guilia is not his daughter but infact his half sister. What pains me the most is that I kept it from him for sixteen complete years. The jet finally touched down and my stroll down memory lane ended. I got my head back into the game and had my bags carried out the jet. The crew had set up in the penthouse and had sent a car to come pick me up at the airport. Moments later after they dropped me off, my ass was seated on a chair getting my hair done and getting my makeup done by the team. Today I would be showcasing a new winter collection clothing line by PRADA. The first photoshoot will be in LA, the next one will be in Vegas, the next one will be all the way in Africa in Lagos Nigeria and ofcouse the last one will be in the home of Prada itself in Italy. This is my first modeling gig that might be a game changer for my modeling career. I am just grateful for how things have turned out for me because of William. He really really is proof that the devil was once an angel. He may be cold and heartless on a daily basis but deep down inside him is a little bit of Good suppressed by all the hatred he has for people who have wronged him. He has been picking them off and killing every one of his father's friends from the age of twenty five. Life has been hard for both of us but he is today hooking me up with modeling agencies. They slid me into the finest fur clothes and I looked like I was taking a trip to Canada or Antarctica. The first photoshoot went well changing from fur coats, fur hats, fur leg warmers and some furry cute mini skirts. They showed me my photos and they were impressed by how I look. I liked them too matter of fact. The day finally ended and with nothing to do and with no one to talk to I got dressed and straight up went downstairs to the club. It was packed as always with the staff getting spontaneous. I headed to the bar and a few drinks. The whole time I faced the stage watching the dancers getting their freak on. A nice guy in jeans, black T shirts and a black leather jacket approached the bar. He ordered his drink before he sat beside me.

Guy: What's a fine gal like you doing here sitting all alone?

I looked at him with a straight face hoping he would bugger off. I am definitely not giving people quickies in the bathrooms. Hell no.

Guy: Jon Snow.

He said reaching out his right hand. I shaked it with mine but not for long, what if he uses it to masturbate. Eww.

Lisa: Lisa Rossi.

Jon: Yeah I know who you are, I follow you on your socials. Love your pictures by the way.

Lisa: Are you stalking me?

Jon: No just scouting.

Lisa: Do you work for a modeling agency?

Jon: Yeah.

He bought me a drink before boring me with some made up modeling agency. I pretended as if I was sold by his story looking so curious and excited to be recruited. He asked if we could speak in a more quiet place and I took him up to the penthouse. This is part where I expect him to try and fuck me up and I kill him. He moves around the house checking out everything. I secretly stash a sharp edge key into my pocket. He approaches me nice and slowly acting all sexy with me.

Jon: Lisa, can you deliver a message to your husband.

Before I could reply her punched me so hard in the face I fell flat on my back. Oh he did not just punch my money making face. He kicked me twice in my belly and I cried out as if I haven't experienced greater pain than this. He hits like a bitch with malnutrition. He pulled me up from the floor with my thin ginger hair. He looked at me straight in my green eyes before he spat on my face.

Jon: I want you to tell William that he has been marked by the Dire Wolf Jon Snow, he's been Marked For Demolition.

Um ok Jon Snow, what is this the game of fuckin thrones?

Lisa: Tell you Jon, shouldn't have went for my face.

I reached for the keys in my pockets and drove them in his left eye. I dropped and swung a kick at his left shin dropping him on the floor while he screamed in agony. I sat on his chest and punched him twice. I grabbed a fist full of his hair and bashed his head on the marble floor twelve times. Slats on blood were my face while a puddle of red thick blood froze on my kitchen floors. I reached for my phone on the counter and called William.

Lisa: William are you still in Dubai?

William: Yeah why?

Lisa: Don't move your ass until you get the package I am about to send you.

William: What is it?

Lisa: Parts of a dead dire wolf. War just came knocking on my door, you've been marked for demolition.

He laughed maniacally before hanging up. I dialed Mitch's number and told him to come assist me with the dead body. He ofcourse bought the chainsaw with him and in moments dear dead Jon was nicely packed in a box.

Lisa: Make sure this shit gets to Dubai.

He carried the wooden box away while I cleaned the unpacked remains.