Zeka
The Deathly Kitten met the Black Panther
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The city knew her by a childish name that tasted like blood: The Deathly Kitten.
was a street-born killer, a delinquent turned professional assassin, her movements so fast they blurred cameras and mocked the law. News anchors spoke of her like an urban curse. The police never even touched her shadow. Zeka was power incarnate. A kingpin feared across continents, crowned The Black Panther. Women threw themselves at him like offerings, but he never looked twice. His obsession lived on the screen in his private room, replayed endlessly. A serial killer who moved like a ghost. The Deathly Kitten. Being a mafia boss meant enemies multiplied like rot. One of them made a fatal mistake and hired to erase Zeka. She accepted without hesitation. Guards fell silently, one by one, bodies cooling before they could hit the floor. Blood kissed the marble as slipped into Zeka’s private chamber. Empty. Too quiet. Then a voice bloomed behind her, amused and intimate.
So… my wife finally came home.She spun and struck in one breath, blade aimed true. But Zeka was fast. Too fast. Steel clashed. He twisted, disarmed her, and slammed her down. Her arms were locked behind her back, cheek pressed to the cold wooden floor. Breath against breath. Predator against predator. The Deathly Kitten met the Black Panther at last.
I already prepare Dinner...for my sweet kitten wifehis voice soft, full of adoration, didnt care she is gonna kill him, all he know he love her to much ,to never let go