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" W e need to focus on her office and her living quarters," I tell Sisi after we'd carefully watched some of the footage from Sacre Coeur, making some notes regarding Mother Superior's patterns.

"She is the type of person who would keep everything on paper," Sisi notes as she dons her habit again.

Unlike the nuns who'd taken their vows, her habit isn't black, but a light-blue.

"I can't believe I have to wear this again," she mutters under her breath as she stuffs her hair into the headpiece. "Well?" she turns toward me, raising an eyebrow.

"What do you want me to say? To me you'd look hot dressed in anything."

"This," she huffs out a breath, taking a hand mirror and examining her birthmark. "That's why I hated these headpieces. This is always so visible." She releases a disappointed sigh.

"Sisi." In two steps I'm behind her, turning her to face me and making her drop the mirror. "This," I brush my hand across her red mark, "only makes you more unique. It gives your beauty character."

I lean in to kiss the spot right above her eyebrow, "The sum of your imperfections is what makes you perfect to me, Sisi."

"There you go again with your honeyed words," she murmurs, blushing to the roots of her hairs.

"Don't put your head down again," I tip her chin up so she can look in my eyes, "I told you hell girl. From now on everyone's going to bow to you, not look down on you."

She nods at me.

"You're right. I should stop being ashamed of this," she touches her birthmark with her finger, "it's part of what makes me me, " she says and I couldn't be prouder of her.

"Yes, I'm glad we're on the same page," I chuckle, giving her a quick kiss on the lips, "now finish dressing so we can go."

"I'm done," she says, appraising me with her eyes, "I can't say the same thing about you, though, Mr. Hot Priest." She motions to my neck.

I'd dressed entirely in black, donning a classical catholic cassock, but I hadn't yet put on the clerical collar.

Taking the white piece off the table, she places it around my neck, making sure it's laid in place and covering my tattoo.

"Now, if you were my priest," she starts saucily, suggestively moving her hands all over my chest, "I know I'd be a permanent fixture for confession time."

"Really," I drawl, "and what would your confession be, hell girl?" I ask, curious to see what she'd cook up.

Her lips curl upwards in a feline smile, her lashes fluttering in that maddening fashion of hers, "I'd ask for forgiveness…

" she trails off, suddenly imitating a shy schoolgirl as she peers at me bashfully.

"For playing with my pussy while thinking about you," she whispers, two red dots staining her cheeks.

Fuck!

"Damn it, Sisi! You can't say things like that and assume I won't be spending the entire time thinking about you in that damned confession booth, playing with yourself while I listen to you moaning your sins," I groan, closing my eyes and willing my body to behave.

We have a plan. A carefully laid out plan that has no room for any mistakes.

Or for illicit rendezvous in the confession booth, or me fucking her on the altar table, because damn if that's not all I can think about now, the image of her laid out bare before me, surrounded by holy objects when she's in fact the holiest of them all…

"Fuck, Sisi. You're killing me here, hell girl," I mumble as I reach down to adjust my cock.

"Well, aren't you coming?" I open my eyes to see her already at the door, a satisfied grin on her face.

"You're a goddamn cock tease, aren't you?" I call out as I sheathe my knives before following her.

Her soft laughter is the only reply I get as I try to get back in the zone.

I'm a simple man. I only have two default settings—killing and Sisi. And when the latter is activated, you can damned well bet I'll be useless for anything other than her.

The drive to the church takes us over an hour, time in which we go over the plan once more.

Since Sisi is familiar with every corner of Sacre Coeur, we aren't going in blind.

Although I'd done my homework by studying the security footage, there are only a few security cameras aimed at the cloisters and the living quarters of the nuns. So I'll rely on her knowledge for that.

As soon as we are somewhere close to the convent, I park the car, doing one last check.

Sisi has an entire artillery strapped to her body under her habit, just like I do. We'd wanted to be as thorough as possible, and since Sacre Coeur's been involved in shady dealings for years, we shouldn't underestimate the place.

"Check your comm," I say as she gets out of the car.

The plan is to have her go inside first, pretending she's returning to the convent after a prolonged visit with her family, and I'd soon join her after going through the validation process at the gates.

She lifts her hand to her ear, clicking the device and prompting me to say something.

"Works," she confirms.

"Good. Give me a signal when you're in," I tell her, almost wont to see her go alone.

"See you in a bit." She gives me a quick kiss before leaving.

While I wait, I listen attentively to everything that's happening around her, my thirst for blood only increasing as I hear some off-handed comments from the guards about her.

"Don't mind them," she whispers as she passes through the security checkpoint, "they probably just heard the rumors about me," she says as if it's no big deal that they just called her an outcast.

I clench my fist, my rage mounting as I realize this is just a tiny bit of what she's had to endure over the years.

And ah, but they will definitely wish they'd have kept their mouths shut today. Especially after I'm done with them.

"I'm near the graph," she speaks into the comm, "you should leave in about five."

At her signal, I get out of the car, once more double checking that all my weapons are in place.

Since I am a new addition to the convent, they will definitely make me go through the metal detector.

So I'd had to be a bit clever, and arm myself with obsidian knives.

I'd also stacked 3D printed parts of a gun in my cloak, ready to assemble them should the need arise.

All in all, I should be able to pass any security check.

Entering through the gates, I meet two guards who look me up and down, immediately treating me ten times better than they had Sisi.

Probably because I'm a man.

Fucking bastards, I scan their faces carefully as they go through all the protocol with me, ensuring that I will know who to kill later on.

There are some papers to be signed, but soon I'm vetted and ready to go.

"Where are you?" I ask Sisi when I make it past them.

They'd been unusually lax with me, not even bothering to make me pass through the metal detector.

"Close to the chapel," she answers.

"Good, I'll meet you there."

I don't even get to finish my words as I hear someone address Sisi.

"Oh, look who's here," a girl says. "Assisi." Her name is uttered with disdain as she continues to insult my wife. "What happened, did they realize what a loser you were and they returned you?" She continues, laughing at her.

"They probably had too much bad luck and decided to get rid of her," another one joins in, and they both seem to be laughing at Sisi.

My Sisi.

My feet swiftly carry me in that direction, my vision tunneled as I only see one thing—death.

"Auch." My eyes widen as I hear a voice yelp in pain. "Stop," she continues, and just then I round the corner, having a perfect view of the chapel.

A smile pulls at my lips as I still, crossing my arms over my chest and watching with pride as my girl takes care of those bullies.

Sisi's standing over the two girls, holding one in a chokehold, while the other is on the ground, her face fitted to the pavement as Sisi pushes her foot in her cheek.

"Please," one continues to beg for mercy.

"Really? What did you do when I said please?" Sisi asks, her voice unyielding. "Here, this is what happens when you say please." She smirks before she twists the other nun, pushing her to the ground, her head smashing on the pavement.

There are only gasps of pain as she cannot even stand up anymore, her hands trembling in a poor attempt to move.

"Do you want to say please as well?" Sisi asks the other nun, stooping low to look at her.

She doesn't answer, or can't answer, since Sisi's foot is still holding her down. Just when I think she might let them go, though, she goes one step further as she lifts her foot, using the momentum to crash it into the girl's face.

There's a small sound through the comm as I'm completely sure that she's shattered her brow ridge.

"Sisi, come here," I tell her, on the one hand extremely proud of her, on the other worried this might draw unwanted attention to us—which I am fine with, but only after we've secured what we're looking for.

She lifts her face up, spotting me in the distance. Her lips curl up and she starts sprinting toward me, a carefree expression on her face that makes me still, staring at her and her magnificent beauty.

Fuck. Me.

I'm pretty sure my mouth is gaping open as I can only watch her run closer, her smile fucking blinding me.

"Did you see," she asks me, excited yet out of breath, "I gave them back what they deserved," she continues, pure delight in her voice.

"I'm proud of you, hell girl," I praise her, gently patting her head.

Somehow her habit makes her seem even smaller and daintier, the top of her head barely reaching the middle of my chest. I'd gotten so used to her around me all of the time that even our size differences had become a moot point.

Though she's tiny compared to me, her personality is a force to be reckoned with, making me completely forget I'm dealing with a bite-sized human.

She's just my Sisi.

I'm trying my best to keep a comfortable distance should anyone see us. Still, the sight of her joyful smile as she enthusiastically tells me how she's wanted to do that for the longest time only makes my heart beat faster.

"I've never really resorted to violence before," she sighs, "mostly because they had strength in numbers and I knew that I may have hurt them once, but the next time they would ensure they paid me back in spades. But now…"

She looks up, her lips parting in such a stunning smile, I'm having a hard time not to ask her to let me fucking paint it and immortalize it forever. "That felt so good," she exclaims, jumping up and down in a happy dance.

"Hell girl." I stop suddenly, and she turns to me, tilting her head and looking worried.

"This," I tell her as I place two fingers at the corners of her mouth, tugging them down in a neutral position. "I'll have a hard time concentrating if you keep on smiling, so please, hold it off until we're done," I instruct her, my tone serious.

She starts chuckling at me before shaking herself, a sudden serious expression on her face as she nods.

"Understood," she replies, even though her lips are quivering with unreleased laughter.

The minx.