Bab 133: 12. My way.
I woke up in the morning after my heat had run out the day before. We hadn't slept for many hours, some fucking afterglow had still been on, but we had fucked most of the night.
I was alone, and on the bedside table was a note, a phone, and a wallet.
"Baby, the heat was wonderful. Oh, how I wish I could have stayed, but the precious, original brothers keep me working all the time. They always have a plan going. Love, Damon."
Yeah, the original brothers, all right. It wouldn't require leaving your wallet at home, but now I didn't want to care.
I then went to shower and washed myself really long and hard. I had some clothes here. Damon had got them during the heat. He had ordered me some clothes, and now I spent my time browsing and examining the bags, putting them in the closet, and then putting on my clothes.
I ordered a cleaning service first because we had really fucked everywhere and this company specialized in cleaning after the heat. I went around and looked at everything. We hadn't sanctified every room, and I always had a room to look at when the cleaning company was cleaning the house.
When they were done, I paid the bill directly, and I could see from their expressions that they had never seen a house as well fucked as this one had been. It's not uncommon for packs of wolves to clean up after a heat as it's a pretty slimy and smelly business, so in itself, the smell of heat can and sometimes trigger heat for other females. And unless the pack wanted to be in a constant heat cycle, cleaning and deodorization were really necessary.
I enjoyed myself and explored our estate a little more closely. I wondered what to throw away and what to save. I now didn't care what Damon thought about it, as I was doing my thing. I was doing this my way. Being an alpha and all.
I put most of the stuff I didn't want in the outside storage, so if the Lord is free at some point and wants to go through things, then let him go through that storage. I ordered a lot of new stuff; I put in different bedding for the beds, including our master bedroom.
There were gold duvet covers, a shiny black bedspread, thick purple velvet curtains, and blood-red soft rugs. I also put some hides on the floor in front of the fireplace and wall hangings on the walls, and I really enjoyed decorating and changing things up. He had put in our master bedroom ceiling mirror tiles and oh my god, how freaking hot it had been seeing me being fucked to bits, how he sank to the bottom, penetrating my pussy with one stroke. How my pussy was stretched around his enormous cock.
Also, that I was implementing my vision and getting my enjoyment out of it, Damon had brought food in for me. I didn't even know where or how, but the fridge, the walk-in model again, was full of dishes for me, so I didn't have to cook.
I put the curtains on. I changed them, too. I didn't even put them all away. No need to wash them as they did not smell that dirty and some of them were nice. I put them back in the cupboard, and then one day, I could use them.
Slowly, room by room, our five-story mansion was being completed, and here was one absolutely wonderful place, but I hadn't gotten around to concentrating on it yet. We had a wonderful and extensive library; it was full of books. There were absolutely lovely chairs to sit in.
I had just walked in there and chuckled to myself as the bookshelf had several versions of the kama sutra and many other sex books. How appropriate and inspiring. I guess we should study those books at some point, and then we might get some inspiration, or even then, we should make our own kama sutra because we were really inventive.
But, like I said, I didn't have to read, and yes, there seemed to be a hell of a lot of anatomy and physiology in there. I enjoyed knowing that we had our own library. I had a library, and I could read there in peace. So much knowledge.
Then I ended up walking out to the pond, looked through all the berry bushes and trees, the plantings, and there was a lovely peony bed and roses. Still, it was getting very autumnal even though we were in a warm part of America, so not all the flowers were in their prime, but there were plenty of flowers.
There was also a huge, wonderful, big greenhouse, and I imagined all the seedlings I could plant there, make flower beds, and then I remembered that this was more or less a sex nest when Damon would be here, but maybe we could live together and put flowers. Although I did not know what Damon's views on flowers and gardening were.
But then again, when I would be here myself, this could be the thing for me. Of course, I did remember my sensitivities to different plants, so I would have to ask Damon.
I was there for two weeks when Reddington called. He'd have an extensive list of gigs lined up in South America. That's fine with me. I'd never really been there before. I agreed to do the gigs, and I told him where I was, and Reddington put the details back on the pickup point.
I thought I'd get myself a buddy because South America was a bit of an unknown area, and it was rough. I notified Adam. It would be good to have a backup.
I called him, and when the short answer was, " Hauptmann, what's up? "
I said, " Mimi here, well, I've got a pretty fucking comprehensive list of gigs in South America, and I've never been there, so I was wondering if you're free. If you'd like to come along? As a backup. I am in Atlanta. Damon and I bought a house here, and he put me on a heat on the way. Well, it lasted five weeks, and a couple of weeks ago, I woke myself up after Salvatore had left, leaving his phone and wallet; supposedly, Nick and Elias are working again, but I'm not so sure. I have been fixing up our gorgeous mansion for a couple of weeks, and in fact, Reddington called, and I said yes, I'll have the details of the gigs in a couple of hours. I hear there's some sniper work going on, and I've bought some new rifles and scopes that I'm thinking of trying out."
Adam replied, "I'm totally free, and I don't mind that you had a heat time; it's just good that Damon got it off. Bran may not be happy, but it's really none of his business."
I told him even more about our heat time and how wild it was, and Adam seemed to be happy that Damon got it all done all by himself. Apparently, my description was colorful enough, and Adam got a fantastic idea of how wild it was when I told him a few places where we fucked.
Adam wasn't really the type to fuck much outside of bed when he got to fuck. Sure, he could take me in the fridge, but when I started fucking, we were in bed, and that was just fine; it was just the way Adam and I were.
Adam was actually in Savannah, and it would take him a little over three hours to drive to me. I went to get the information, and Adam said we'd go in his car. He'd get us flights and stuff. I'd just have to take my ID and my passport and all my supplies as well.
I had a couple of hours to pack, and I packed up some light clothes. It would be a hot job, meaning the weather would be pretty damn hot. I went to one of our warehouses to reserve weapons and ammo and stuff; I had a personal stash of sniper gear, and I took three different rifles and five sights. Enough bullets, too. I took more rifles so that Adam and I could do two jobs at the same time, both of us doing our own victims. These were top-of-line, brand-new rifles and I really wanted to test them out.
Let's see how determined Mr. Hautpmann was. I had never actually wondered where Adam was from originally. The surname referred to German, but I'd have to ask at some point. My curiosity raised its head.
After I had collected my supplies, I got a message that the pickup point was ready, and I set off to drive there; it was half an hour away. I was almost there when Adam called and asked where I was.
He was in the yard of our mansion. I said I was actually ready, just getting the information; he asked for the address and said he was on his way there; we had one safe house on the route where I could leave my car, but he wouldn't even let me drive it to the airport.
I didn't know what car Damon had left in. I didn't even think about it. I went to the pickup point and got in to get the package. It was pretty heavy, with almost 300 victims all over South America. Each of them had their own file with pictures and stuff. I came out of the post office and saw Adam driving into the parking lot.
I carried my packet in my arms as I walked up to my car.
He got out of the car, raised his eyebrows at my pink Ferrari, and waited for me to open the trunk so he could load all the supplies into the car. He went through them carefully, listing in his mind what I had and what else would be needed. He was in quite a dominant mood. But mission mode clearly.
He also took the package out of my hands and said, "Well, luckily, the safe house is close by, so you can get your car in safety."
He had a slight note of jealousy in his voice. I was smiling sweetly as I got behind the wheel of my Ferrari and started it up. I enjoyed the way it just about purred under me. We drove to the safe house, and I left my Ferrari in a safe place, keeping the keys with me.
When I got into Adam's car, he opened one of the little lockers and insisted I drop the keys in there; they would be safe there. I just wondered to myself if Mr. Hauptmann was going to drive my Ferrari himself at some point, if he forgot to give the keys back when we got back.
Adam and I flew to Argentina first and started from there. We went by pack plane. Now we were both in work mode. During the flight, we read through the files, checked out sites, and planned the route. Adam wasn't too impressed when I tried to suggest that we could sniper at the same time.
No, Mr. Hauptmann said, "I'll do the sniper jobs while you do the street work, and then at night, we can work together."
When the pack leader decided something, I didn't argue. He took my rifles to himself. Still, there was a bonus here: I got myself my own SUV, a Jaguar SUV, dark blue, almost purple, and then I started researching possible medical facilities and also found opportunities to always grow my network. I was now in work mode and wanted to check things out here, too.
The werewolves were in gangs here, too, and I always had to show my fighting skills before anyone would talk to me. I had information about the medical facilities and advice on how to destroy them. I told them about my network, and some joined indirectly. Some studied the information I had given them first. Some of them were suspicious as things weren't easy in there.
I even did a couple of jobs and destroyed three medical facilities in passing. We had again our successes here as well, and I got us bases and warehouses as well. Adam and I did night jobs, and we both got safe deposit boxes.
Sometimes Adam would be there during the day, and we'd split up in different parts of the city or even different cities to do different jobs; now we weren't fucking, we were in full work mode, and Adam wasn't so protective. He gave me my freedom.
Every once in a while, I might go to a gang's house when Adam wasn't paying attention to make a few new contacts. My network continued to grow. I was also doing gigs in the sense that I was looking for new medical institutions and passing on information. I was getting stock, giving out contact numbers for Europe and North America, and again, these were not terribly taken by Bran.
Bran was seen as a tyrant who wanted only fuck, rob packs money and his protection was erratic. Bran's obsessions with heats, and his need for tax for his protection, offered little to these, so they did not want Bran anywhere near them.
We'd been traveling around South America for a month; we were in Bolivia when Adam said, " Don't think for a moment I haven't noticed how you're growing your network. I'll be there for the next meeting." He looked at me quite damn sharply.
Fine. I hoped it would go well.
I said, " Fine, but I'm going to do this my way, and you just have to be there. You're not allowed to interfere."
He said, "Fine, flea, let's see how your recruitment goes, and then I can learn something new." He saw I was now a flea, not Mimi. Not at all.
Adam would let me do what I did first and then come into the conversation. He wanted to see my complete process, how I found out first that facility, and such.
We went to find the medical facility first, and Adam was actually impressed when I told him a few tricks I used to find them.
One was smoke; often, there was a furnace, and it came with its very own stench. When I smelled a burning corpse, I knew the odds were increasing. Of course, there could be a crematorium as well. Then I started looking at possible security measures, like dogs in the yard; if there were rottweilers or Dobermans, then another extra point. There were had lots of loose dogs on the streets but mixed breeds and these clearly pure-breed dogs always gave the suspicion a boost.
The dogs were no obstacle. They feared us, werewolves, so they would not attack us, more like run away. You just had to watch. Often, there were vans, someone might be brought in; and at this establishment, I had uncovered there were army connections when an army van brought in 15 werewolves, drugged and tied up.
I felt Adam stiffen next to me when he saw the stretcher coming. The werewolf was being lifted and tied up and taken inside, and then when the incinerator was in a different building we saw a man pushing a heavy cart carrying about six body bags to the incinerator, at that point Adam was more than tuned in, but this was a big facility and we needed help. His eyes flashed yellow. He wanted to stop them.
We went into town and started looking for helpers. I soon found them. This was a group of big, strong motorcycle gangs everyone was afraid of. About 100 wolves were in this group and they had quite a vicious reputation. I coldly went to headquarters, introduced myself, and was directed with Adam to see the boss.
The boss was a man called Luiz Esteban, two meters tall and full of tattoos; he was a cross between Jason Momoa and Jean-Claude Van Damme. He was muscular, alpha, and oozed danger in a certain way.
I had on my pink denim jacket, now white jeans, and sneakers, and my hair was in two braids. I looked like a brat, as I liked to give Adam an authentic experience.
I said, "I have a proposition. You know that here, werewolves are captured and tortured and killed and burned."
The boss nodded and said, "I don't talk to weak women like you. You can be sure you can't do anything to them, and if someone gets caught, it's their own fault. Go home barbie. "
Luiz stood up—time to act. I walked in front of him, smiled very syrupy, and kicked him in the balls and hard. The air burst out of his lungs, but he didn't have time to do anything when I kicked him with a roundhouse to the center of the chest, hit him right in the jaw with a left hook, and stomped on his toes so hard they cracked.
He slumped to the ground, grinned, and said, " Well, you are the devil, and I see I underestimated you. You are no barbie. Good disguise though. "
Adam leaned against the wall, looking amused. He was surprised too, but kept his expression under control. I could be quite vicious with my attack and I played dirty. I was still standing when Luiz stood up. He grunted, but healed.
He looked at Adam and said, "Can you do anything to this creature? No need to bash me around anymore. I can listen to what you have to say. "
Adam walked over, held out his hand, and said, "Adam Hauptmann, alpha of Chicago and pack leader of Mimi, isn't the Flea effective?"
Luiz grunted, and the men started talking. I was talking to everyone, and Adam and Luiz were already hard at work on a war plan to destroy the facility.
Adam was a great help because he had a military background in a couple of wars and was an excellent strategist. Adam wanted that facility down.
And it was time to show these that there was no need to lie low and let them just take whoever they could. I gave them ideas with Adam. How to fight pack and this pack was strong and big enough to be pretty damn effective and the job was coming together too. My story spread on.
We did a couple of jobs. I got some networking done in South America already, warehouses; I got taught the basics, with Adam's help, of course. How to find the facility and a few ways to act, when attacked. As I was working, word spread, and my phone rang once in a while. It was time for me to be the leader at well same time.
We flew from there to North Carolina, and Adam wanted to get even more involved in my network. He had seen it in action; he had seen how much it took my time and what I had to decide and do. He also wanted to recruit, plan the gigs, and direct them. He wanted to be pretty much my right-hand man. So I took him on.
I said, "Not everybody necessarily wants to be involved with you, so try not to take up your nose."
Adam nodded and started calling the numbers I gave him. I knew that my friends and my subordinates were loyal to me, and Adam's authority might not work for everyone, even though Magnum was in the network. He didn't want to be my right-hand man, but Adam did; Adam was a natural leader.
He started to be very effective, and I noticed that he had found something he wanted to do, not be Bran's lapdog all the time.
I bought an enormous mansion in North Carolina, in Charlotte, again and worked out of there. It was a grand house, and I saw so much potential in it, not as a headquarters or a place to work, but as a pretty wonderful place. Adam was very fond of my grand house. It just wasn't terribly furnished, so that's where I was going to work.
Luiz is one of the rare ones who is still alive and active. Even my fleas have evolved over the years. He is one guy who has stuck with me, and his loyalty and friendship is something very precious. Even fleas aren't nowadays just mine, Damon and pack are all in, Luiz listens to me before Damon and it is one thing that bugs my husbands, as there are still those whom I am the only real Leader of the fleas, no matter what Damon would do.
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