Infatuation (18+) | Ghost X Reader

50 - Change of Plans

TW - gore

Angelina and I walked arm in arm off to the left to meet with the person who sold the fish.

"Follow my lead." Angelina said, clutching onto my arm as we approached the man.

We haven't even spoken to him and I could already feel his perverted eyes undress us.

"Oh what a wonderful anniversary gift! You spoil me, моя любовь (my love)." Angelina said loudly and the man perked up in surprise. "Isn't she just the best?" She smiled, looking at me.

Great. We were going to play into his fragile masculinity.

"You flatter me, прекрасный (beautiful), I could never be on your level. In and out of the bed." I returned the smile, saying the last line lowly but still loud enough for the man to hear. I looked towards him who was still staring in intrigue.

"R-right. Your gift." He mumbled, clearing his throat as he turned away to grab the glass box of fishes. "I'll help you carry them to your car." He said almost too quickly.

"Nyet, we are able to take care of this." Angelina said but he continued to insist.

"пожалуйста (please), I really don't mind." He spoke, lust hiding behind his eyes.

He took the bait. This was almost too easy.

"If you're so sure. Follow us." I said in a sultry manner, turning away from him with Angelina who then moved her hand to my ass, giving it a squeeze.

I had to refrain from shaking my head but I did hear a sharp breath be let out from the man behind me. He must have really been enjoying the show.

~ In the Hotel Room ~

"пожалуйста (please), come in." I said, holding the door for the man and locking it behind us. Angelina took the fish from him and placed it on the counter.

Then she slowly approached him, running her hands along his chest. I walked up from behind, hands running along his back before quickly hitting him in the side of the neck and knocking him out.

"Get the chair. We need to move fast." I mumbled, picking him up.

"Tch. We could have played with him for a bit, прекрасный (beautiful)." She sighed, but complied, setting up the chair so I could put him on it and tie him with spare sheets.

I searched his body, pulling out his phone and taking out his knife. Picking up his hand, I used his thumb to unlock the phone. But I noticed a tattoo in Russian written across his finger. My Russian was quite atrocious, but luckily I had an expert with me. "Hey. What does this say?" I asked.

Angelina leaned down and looked at it, furrowing her eyebrows. "But only so an hour... what?" She read aloud. "What does that mean? It sounds incomplete, no?"

I shrugged. "I guess we can always ask him." I muttered as he began to stir awake.

"W-what.. what's going on?!" He shouted, trying to pull on the chair.

"Oh don't fight it... Victor." I mumbled and leaned down, seeing his name mentiond in his phone. "You work for Anastasia Stepanov, correct?" I questioned.

But he stayed silent, closing his eyes. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Nobody's saving you now, Victor. So I suggest you comply with what I'm asking, while I'm still asking." I instructed.

This time he opened his eyes to stare back into mine. But still, silence.

"прекрасный (beautiful), keep your mask on." I mumbled, pulling mine off and throwing it to the side. Just as I was about to speak, his eyes went wide as he studied my face. Panic ensued as he began to hyperventilate in the chair, now trying his best to escape.

"I-It's you! You're her!" He shouted in terror, looking around frantically. "You killed him! N-No... you destroyed him! Desecrated his body! Ovechkin.." He cried out.

Most of what he said was nonsense until that name rang in my ears. Oh, I haven't heard that name in a long time. The corners of my mouth formed a smile. "You're familiar with my work." I smirked, pulling out my knife. "Should we begin?"

Angelina watched in surprise. She had no context but she did just see this man freak out from the sight of my face. Her opinion of me had definitely changed now.

"Y-you're in trouble! Anastasia hasn't forgotten about those you murdered!" He started, laughing out maniacally. "Yeah! We've been watching you.. we know everything!"

I stood back up straight in confusion. What the fuck was he on about?

"We know what happened to you.. your shoulder, and your ankle. How is your gunshot wound?!" He taunted. I kissed my teeth and then punched him in the face.

"Keep spewing your fucking nonsense." I hissed.

"Nyet..." He heaved. "Not nonsense. How's the Lieutenant? He keeps your bed warm at night, no? Was that dinner enjoyable? It sounded like it was.. Oh r-right! He just landed too! After being gone for so long." He smirked.

I took a step back. I knew there was a fucking rat but how the fuck did he know about all of this? There was no doubt this rat was a higher ranking official. But how was he so specific? Nobody knew about our dinner besides Lucy and those twins. This was freaking me the fuck out.

"And your Captain! You two are not on the best of terms, Da? Always fighting over us.. we hate breaking up families, especially after blowing up your first one."

My mind went blank and my own breath was picking up. How much did he know? For how long? Why? I couldn't even compose myself. I hated that I was giving him the reaction he sought after. I wasn't even thinking about Angelina who was just watching the scene unfold in front of her.

"It would be such a shame if something were to happen to them again. B-Because of you.. the Lieutenant, Captain, that communications officer... you'll watch them die around you! Oh, but the Lieutenant! We'll be extra careful with him... defiling and torturing him until you beg for him to die.. I heard he's a tough-"

I couldn't take it anymore. My eyes darkened as the knife rose and I drove it right into his thigh, pulling it out and driving it back in at the exact same spot. Blood gushed and splattered with every insertion as he cried out.

I panted heavily and smiled wickedly. "You talk too much about the future considering you won't be here to see it." I scoffed, leaning down so my face was inches away from his. Tears were welling in his eyes as he stared back at me with dread. "They're coming, aren't they?" I asked, using the knife to move the hair that was plastered to his forehead.

"T-they're going to kill you.." He groaned, my fingers digging deep into the hole in his thigh.

"Kill me? I've been dancing with death since young. And the song isn't over yet." I taunted as I twisted my fingers inside of his leg, causing him to seethe and squirm in immense pain.

"Y-Y/n! I think-" Angelina spoke up but quickly fell silent when my eyes landed on her. She looked terrified.

"Go. It's not safe here anymore. Take the fish. I was going to pay a lot for those." I smiled casually, trying to show her my normal self.

"R-right.. I'll see you soon." She mumbles, picking up the fish tank and leaving the room.

"N-no! Don't leave! Please!" Victor screamed out after her but the door had closed.

"Just you and me, Victor... I'm going to slaughter every single man of yours that walks through those doors. And you're going to watch until you beg to be killed yourself." I smirked nefariously.

The way he looked at me... like I was a monster. I liked it. He should be afraid.