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Irina Shevchenko or the ‘Devil’s Bitch’ as she was known in her Company, had earned her reputation and nick name through years of battle experience in several dirty wars all across the globe.

Taking on the jobs no one else could stomach. The jobs where morality and a conscience were nothing but obstacles. She was rumored to have traded her soul at an early age in exchange for eternal victory in the battlefield.

With such legacy to uphold, there was no doubt her ego was deeply wounded when the Phantom eluded her during the ambush at the rendezvous point.

But having caught up with the resistance fighter and the meddling blonde girl, she knew fate smiled on her once more, and this time she was going to make sure the Phantom would pay for making a mockery out of her.

With Sylvie’s body bent backward across her shoulders in a backbreaker hold, the resistance fighter screamed and kicked in vain like a trapped animal. Body dripping with sweat and dirt from her interrupted fight against Luna, breasts jiggling up and down every time the mercenary stretched her out.

Irina was enjoying it no doubt.

She could smell the fear. She could taste it. Her tongue extending to lick Sylvia’s left breast, barely reaching the tip of her nipple before saying with a thick Russian accent, “Caught you filthy girl. Are you ready to scream for me?”

Luna came to her senses too late. Bewildered and confused as her mind snapped back into her present predicament. The mercenary had caught up with them and interrupted Sylvie’s hex. But she knew this was far from a turn in her favor …

(To be continued.)

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