*Somebody Else's Princess*

"SHE'S WHAT?!"  Antonio Moran was not a happy man, not a happy man at all.

The operative sighed in frustration, "She is alive, sir."

"Why you oversized dimwit!  Why in fuck's name is the little bitch still breathing?  I thought we agreed to blow her the fuck up!  WHY ISN'T SHE DEAD!?"

"Someone saw the bomb and got her out of the jet before it detonated.  I had no clue, sir."  The operative let his shoulders visibly sag, he didn't give two shits if he hadn't killed her.  Sure it looked bad that he hadn't gotten the job done but it wasn't his fucking fault.  He'd just let Moran think he was remorseful for fucking up, let the fucker have the feeling of authority.

"Obviously not!  You should have fucking shot her in the head then!  You stupid son of a bitch!  I hired you to make her dead and Jack Melivenski is still very much ALIVE!  I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS!  You are supposed to be the best!"  Moran stopped and calmed his self for a moment. . ."Does she know who planted the bomb?  Does she have any suspicions?"

"No Mr. Moran, she has no clue it was one of her own.  She thinks it was one of the soldiers in training I believe."  Now the operative was getting sick of Moran, it was time for the job to be over.  He was seriously considering killing Moran after he got paid.  Maybe he would. 

"Do you BELIEVE or do you know this for a fact?"  Moran jumped from his seat and immediately got in the operative's face.

The operative looked up at Moran with a rebellious look, luckily he managed to keep his legendary calm.  "I know this, sir." 

"Fine!  Jesus fucking Christ!  I am giving you a second chance Mr. X.  DON'T FUCK UP AGAIN!"

"Yes sir."  Who the fuck was this guy to treat him like an amateur.  He was the best goddamn contract killer around.  'I should ghost him right now' the operative thought quietly.

"You will give me regular updates on what is going on and carefully we will plan TOGETHER so that the next time the objective wont live!  You fuck up and I will not hesitate to kill you Mr. X!"  Moran walked back around his desk and sat down.

"Understood, sir."  The man's face remained absolutely bare of emotions as he sat in the chair across from Moran

"Get out of my sight now!" 

Moran slammed his fists onto his oversized desk in frustration as the inside operative exited the room.  He wanted Jack Melivenski dead.  If she wasn't dead he'd go insane, he could feel it.  The woman was a fucking goddess, she was beauty and strength put together in the form of the most magnificent woman he'd ever laid eyes upon.  She was like forbidden fruit to him, all he wanted was for Jacquelyn Melivenski to be his.  To fuck her senseless, to taste her sweet juice, to make her his own person toy.  He loved her so to speak, he wanted to ruin her, take a knife to her pretty little face and destroy what haunted him in his sleep.  Jacquelyn Melivenski had become his own personal hell.  His torture chamber and how he loved and hated her at the same time.  If only she were his. . .if only.

Antonio Moran pulled his picture of Jack from inside his desk, if he couldn't have her then he would destroy her.  The woman was his madness, his dream, his demons, she was everything bad and good that would ever live in him.  He wanted Jack dead but. . .not until he made Jack his.  Slowly, Moran concocted an idea that would not fail because his operative was no longer going to kill her. . .he would.  He'd have Mr. X capture her and bring his angel of darkness to him and then he would do what he pleased with her and when he was done. . .she would watch as he slowly, ever so slowly, butchered her beautiful being to pieces.  And once he was done toying with her, he'd rip her heart from her chest and keep it in a jar so she would always be with him. 

"Yes my precious dark angel, you will be with me forever."  Moran laughed harshly, which came out more as a cackle from some ancient horror film.   

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*~^~*Author's Note:  So yeah, hi.  First of all I would like to give a HUGE thank you to SAPHRIN for reviewing this chapter (seeing as how she was THE ONLY ONE.)  Thank you so much, you truly are the greatest.  You are always supportive and kind and CONSIDERATE enough to review ALWAYS!  (HINT HINT TO OTHERS). 

So moving onward. . .I have an equation for you all:  no reviews=no more chapters.  And when I say this next thing I say it on behalf of every author who has ever written anything on fanfiction.net. . .if you take the time to read someone's material you should take an extra what? two minutes to review it!  It's only fair to the author.  The stuff that is written on here is not only for the author's enjoyment but for the reader and as an author I can say that it's nice to have feedback and when you don't get it that generally means one of two things : one- you suck or two- no one is reading.  Now I admit my last chapter wasn't some of my best work but please yall give me a break!  I've been feeling really down lately and one of the things that make me feel a little better is some reviews.  Now I don't care if they are good or bad, reviews are reviews and my writing thrives on them.  I know I'm bustin' yall's balls here and I apologize I was just really bummed when I got only one review for my last chapter I posted.  Maybe you're trying to tell me something, I don't know.  Well, here's to hoping for more reviews.  Sorry for the lecture, I just get frustrated sometimes :O).  Have a good day/night/whenever you read this.