I did 12 weeks of sniping and made a pretty fucking hefty pile of money. Now my contacts or the fleas I'd been talking to and said I've got to get a reputation. A flea has to get a reputation. First, they said there would be fight clubs which would open the way to so many other instances I wouldn't believe. Fight club. A fight club. There were all kinds of them. There were legal ones, which meant you hurt people according to the rules. You had to play fair. It wasn't really a reputation. Whoever won in those clubs was someone who was afraid of pain. And it wasn't me. Then there were the illegal or underground fight clubs. There were differences there too.

First, there was the no-kill kind. You had to control yourself. But in those clubs, they say you got a reputation as a coward. A reputation that said I wanna stay alive and not take any chances. But the fight clubs that gave you the best reputation were "Kill or be Killed. When you made it in those, you were a living advertisement for your abilities. These were the ones that my fleas recommended to me. I promised to look into it and anyway, we started talking that we had to show the pharmaceutical company that we existed somewhere along the line. We needed a brand. I drew up a couple of versions and a stylised flea was then chosen as our logo. it would be a sign that the Flea was here.

But first, the Flea still needed a bit of a reputation boost from the fight club.

I finally ended up in Illinois where I did six more gigs. I was pleased to have a big list of sniping to do. Then Mimosa said "Mimi, get on the computer and start writing. " I went on the computer and wrote over 500 names. Kill list. Mimosa said these guys need to be killed. Fine. I sent the list to Reddington and he promised to get back to me on the list. I thought fine I have a couple of days to do this. I was going to take Lady and go out and do some killing with Lady. Mimosa had said that lady would go to the gigs when I went to do the list Mimosa had given me. Adam was interested in Mimosa's list and told me to give him a copy and to give a copy to Magnum and he promised me that I could take Lady to the gigs as Mimosa insisted. She was now old enough to be able to go to the gigs. It would really be quite a sight to see Lady walking beside me in a harness. Adam said she was a magical cat, so it wouldn't even occur to anyone that I had a snow leopard. Someone might see a Great Dane and someone else might see a Rottweiler.

I was still oriented to work mode although I could do something lighter, but I hadn't figured out what yet. But then I was actually excited when Adam said we were going on a cruise. Four weeks. He and Bran would have alpha meetings, Damon was a bit preoccupied and scrolling through his phone. He had only casually said hello, now there was no passionate reception but that didn't matter. I didn't know what was wrong with him and I didn't care. I wasn't interested in Bran either, we were hardly on civil terms. I had my own plans for the cruise, which I wouldn't share with anyone. When I was on the killing spree well I got to know people and we exchanged phone numbers etc. Bran always wanted to know all my contacts but after that little alpha stunt, I didn't bother to give any contacts or even talk about them. at least not to Bran and especially after that cage stunt I was very much considering our civilized relations... Anyway, I had made friends with street gangs sort of by accident.

Some of the gangs were werewolves and they were the ones who wanted nothing to do with Bran. They were a great asset, but to get their attention and respect you have to show a little bit of what you can do. I mean fight. they always have such a good look on their faces when I march up to headquarters, 5'4" tall and often under 50kg, and challenge the leader or the best fighter. and then I win. They gave me the idea of fight clubs. They're often illegal, and they have a very nasty crowd, but on the other hand, there's fucking good money and even better, a reputation. You can't exactly put it on your CV that you've won all these clubs, but the word is out on the streets and if you get a good reputation fight clubs open so many doors you wouldn't believe. I had told my friends about my experiences in the pharmacies and they promised to spread the word about what to look out for, how to spot it, and most importantly how to destroy it. I promised to come back at some point and teach the proper way to destroy a pharmaceutical plant. I would need explosives for that and to get explosives I would need to know the right guys.

I had explosives on behalf of Reddington, but now I wanted to be independent in that area because not all the gigs would necessarily have anything to do with Reddington. I'd been teaching a few gigs in Europe when we were doing them, but as my network expanded people wanted to get involved because there seemed to be a bit of victims of the drugs everywhere. Jarod called my friends the fleas and said I was their fearless leader. The only problem was that it's very difficult to leave the house for a fight club especially now because Salvatore keeps a pretty close eye on me and we've been pretty physical, so if I didn't heal it would be hard to explain the bruises. and Damon can be strict if he doesn't like something I do. He even threatened to drug me for a week if I was a bad wife.

If he's not in stalking mode, so he'll kidnap me and tie me up, causing fear and terror while medicating me with a dental substance so that I'm a mess and the end result was that both times I was actually scared of him. Yes, Damon always got it to subside but it took time. Although the latest gig in the shed was the physical torture unless now Damon's speech diarrhea then read as mental. Wife. Hard to believe sometimes that I actually married Damon. We had been married for a while, the vampire wedding with the Elders was pretty special, me being a virgin again and all that, but hey, this is life. Damon says the word wife with great pleasure. when he's got the main win. Well, I was a slow bloomer and all, but I wasn't such a good catch.

Damon certainly is. I watched him with amusement as he scrolled through his phone and it was still hard to believe that the even more magnificently gorgeous divinely handsome noble dangerous seductive creature is actually my husband. Although we swore an oath I can't even remember what it was. Loyalty and love and everything, I know that Damon is not as faithful as one would expect. Damon likes to fuck, and drink, and when there's a party. Damon is becoming a fuck machine. i.e. he fucks pretty much everyone he can catch. I've learned that but that doesn't mean I have to like it. I've informed all the men in the pack that if and when they have a party, this girl is out of there. Somewhere I usually buy a house because I've already worked so hard that I can actually always buy a house here and another one there. And if the fight clubs help with that too, all the better. And oh boy. I've done some shopping. I even have an island.

I looked at my phone and it beeped. Oh, Bridgette. I went out to talk and Bridgette was coming over to see me again. And for coffee. Bridgette and I were friends with benefits, enjoyable benefits. We hadn't done it more than once and it was a new experience. But I said sure, she can come for coffee any time I want. She came in a couple of hours later and wanted to talk to Damon about something again. A quarter of an hour later she came away. We all chatted away, Adam was almost flirting with her and Samuel. When I escorted Bridgette to the door she showed me a pen on the floor and said " That's worth saving, they say those are forever to write on decades from now. Why don't you test it? Put that pen in a safe somewhere and take it out in 20 years and see if it still works." I picked up the pen from the floor and carried it to one of the safes, thinking half-aloud about fight clubs. I put the pen inside and fastened the door. Now I was ready to be a nice little innocent wife.

So this little innocent wife is getting ready to shop during the day and cage fight at night. If there is a fight club on board. There usually is and my friends have directed me where to find a notice of one. I had reserved myself a large first aid kit bag and other stuff. I knew we would all have our own cabins..., So it's just a matter of sneaking in so no one notices you fighting at night and then going back to shopping land in the morning. I know I can manage a little sleep, so it didn't bother me if my sleep was a few weeks shorter. The Flea is ready. I had considered another name, but the fleas insisted that I was a Flea, so I was.

The drive to the port would be eight hours and Adam said we have time to drive, it's a fun road trip and all that. I had my bag packed well in advance and heard Damon had apparently canceled his date with some Susan when he had to go on a cruise. I had no doubt there would be Sandra or Tamara or whoever on the cruise if the Lord wanted pussy and I wasn't immediately available. No no, this wife is wild. The goal is a fight club experience, fame money everything. Of course, I was also looking forward to the shopping and especially the shoe shopping. I just love buying shoes somehow. Damon hates shoe shops, he is impatient, but always better if he doesn't hang on me all the time, attached, I have to have my independence. I was smart and made myself a packed lunch. A big pile of juicy sandwiches with lots of meat in between. A few stuffed meat pies. 8 cans of Coca-Cola and a big thermos full of good strong coffee.

Adam came over and said " Did you know usually on road trips you eat at a diner or get gas station food, it's kind of part of the atmosphere, but fine you just eat your own little snacks while we always get fresh from the gas station. " Adam sounded confident. I just said " OK no one in the pack is going to interfere with my food, does everyone understand, including Damon? My own packed lunch?" Damon nodded and Adam chuckled. He found it amusing that I was defending my food like a terrier.

Bran came to pick us up and we set off at 5 am for a drive I got in the back seat with Damon and after half an hour of driving I grabbed my thermos and one cup of hot fragrant coffee and happily sipped. Salvatore noticed this and tried to take the cup from my hand. I fought him off. "Damon, remember my own lunch, this coffee belongs with it, just for me. Shoo away and wait for the service station." Damon looked at me for a moment and squinted his eyes "really Baby, remember my lady, married couple, we share everything. I can pay for it." Damon's voice was suddenly dark, seductively full of promise. I gave him a cup of coffee. if he would stop talking in that voice because then my self-control wouldn't work. we drove on for another half hour after Damon had calmed down after that cup of coffee. I had another cup and one of my sandwiches.

Now Adam said " You can share them if you want, I don't mind, I think you made too many. " I smiled syrupily at Adam in the rear view mirror and said " My own lunch, you boys find yourself a petrol station and you'll get something to eat."

Adam was silent and said to Bran who was driving " Better find a place before that little creature in the back seat drives us all crazy with hunger. Eat right." Adam seemed a little nervous. Salvatore smelled my sandwich again and started creeping closer, or rather his hand crept under my blouse and did some very naughty things. I gave half the sandwich to this fucking tease.

Ten minutes later the car stopped at the petrol station and the men went to get their food. 25 minutes later three grumpy men came in with cardboard coffee mugs and everyone's sandwiches looked pretty thin. When the men went to eat I too took another meat pie this time and a can of Coke and went to eat. I hadn't eaten more than half again when Damon said " Come on Baby, please, share, give us some please, or do you want me to do the lower one again?" This man was impossible. I gave everyone one full meat pie, but that was it. I took another cup of coffee from my thermos, my poor husband's fingers were already working in my pussy so I had to hold the coffee cup pretty tight, Damon lazily took it in his other hand and drank audibly as I came pretty hard. Then he licked his fingers lazily and said "I love strawberries and champagne. " For some reason, I blushed.

The rest of the trip went the same way, no matter what I tried to eat or drink, Salvatore was always on dividends, I don't deny that whatever his more skilled fingers did to me was pleasurable, but it didn't matter what I had. I just had to have it. Even though we bought identical rolls, it was my role that he had to eat when the gentleman had devoured his. Then I bought a Slurry, God damn it, that all the men in the car had to have a taste. Salvatore most of all. Mimosa said sarcastically in my head " You'd think they'd be the underweight ones in the pack who actually should eat more." Finally, we were at the port. Damon was now aroused enough to coil himself around me like a snake and nibble on my ear and neck, seducing me as hard and skillfully as he could. for some reason, I figured that on the very first day, I probably wouldn't get much shopping done.