Adrian
I don't know who the driver of the luxury car was, he just by giving a business card to the police, the police immediately became friendly. Now he and some policemen came to me.
Sea leaned his head closer to my ear, she whispered, “Your acquaintance?”
My shoulders go up and down. It can't be helped, I don't know who this black man is.
The closer they got, the clearer what they were talking about. The black man said sternly to the police. "I guarantee this young man is good and is a hero." She was stylishly holding both sides of her waist and keeping a friendly smile while revealing her white teeth. “I am Louisiana Zulvian, will be the guarantor. He's not a criminal."
"Why didn't you tell me you knew a politician?" whispered Sea.
The sound of sirens made us turn around. Another patrol car arrives. Two cops… wait a minute. I know them. Two policemen helped me and Fany the other day in front of
Adrian I was on my way, so didn't want to pick up the phone. When stuck at a red light not far from the parlor tattoo location, I checked the cellphone screen. Brother called again and again. Meanwhile Fany also did the same. They're so compact that they're annoying, what's really going on? It seems that there is indeed something important, so my sister has called many times. Even though the streets were quiet, I could immediately dash to campus to pick up Fany. But there was no choice, I pulled the vehicle aside for a moment to pick up the phone from him. "What's wrong, sis?" I asked holding the phone. “I'm on my way to pick up Fany, can we talk later? "There's no need to pick him up," said Brother, who didn't know what he meant. “Fany has been brought home by her girl friend who is of Indonesian descent. You'd better go straight to your apartment." "Thanks for the info Sis, why did you meet Fany on campus—"
Fany Oh my God, Adrian came in with a battered face and wearing a dirty t-shirt. He was still smiling innocently as if nothing had happened, even speaking casually, "Sorry, I had some business, so I couldn't pick you up." "What's with your face?" I walked over to him, stroking his bruised cheek. "You fight?" "Well, there was a bit of trouble with the thugs." I squeezed the wound around his lips and made him wince. "I told you not to fight! Why won't you understand? Don't look for trouble! Why is it so hard for you to stop doing this?" He chuckled. "Enough, Fan. I understand." He wiped my cheeks from the tears. "Don't cry. I'm not looking for trouble at all. I'm just trying to help people in need." "Who?" "Her name is Elisa, girl--" "Whatever." I brushed his hand away. Another woman, another woman. After all he thinks I believe? He's Adrian Bened, the liar. He grabbed my arm
Fany Adrian was smart enough to take me to Starbucks, buy me green tea. After ordering a meal through the drive thru, the car parked in the crowded supermarket parking lot. He opened the top slightly and turned on country music at a low volume. "Comfortable?" he asked, then took a sip of his favorite Casscara Machiato. "Now tell me, what do you need help with?" "Actually it's about Mother." I immediately took a sip of my drink. He nodded slightly. "What's the matter with the perfect lady?" "Two weeks from Father's birthday and also their wedding anniversary." "Oh I see?" Adrian became enthusiastic. "Does your father need my help?" I shook my head. "No, but Mom invited me to come to a small party at a cafe. I know what kind of woman she is, she will definitely invite a lot of rich young men who are acquaintances of Father's business associates there to be arranged for me." I contin
Adrian She remained silent with a straight face. Is Fanny angry? No, I don't want to take the risk of disgusting hir. Immediately I chuckled, then replied, "I'm just kidding." "This is a serious matter. You want to help me, right?” She must be fighting with Alfred. It's like a tradition, when the main tire is flat, the spare tire is used. Myself the spare tire. Alfred must have done something very stupid to make Fany angry. I want to know what thing he did that Fany doesn't want to hear his name. "The day after tomorrow we go to Manhattan beach—" She shook his head quickly. "You must want to go to Club 777. I hate that place." "Why?" I asked. "There's a lot of cheap women out there and a lot of assholes like you." Actually, my goal was to take her there to visit a place that could make Fany's smile return to the way it used to be, to help her forget about her problems for
Adrian I sat in the hood enjoying Pier 69, the pier where many yachts live. The sound of the wind playing the waves, the dim light, the smell of the calm sea, perfect for refreshing the mind. Alfred's car arrives. After turning off the car, he approached me. "Sorry for being late. I brought you your favorite drink." He sat on the hood of the car, put the plastic bag there. We enjoyed the beer. He was silent. I invited, maybe I should also start our small talk. "Did you two fight?" investigate me. “Can you take care of Fany?” Alfred asked, without answering. "Why suddenly ask like that?" "I want you to make her happy. Take care of her, like Dad takes care of Mom. Keep her smiling, have a family, make Adrian junior and Fany junior a lot, live in peace in Glendale or other areas.” "Damn it, you didn't answer my question." I crumpled up the can, tossed it deep in the trash on the othe
FanyMy chest is pounding and it's like the wings of a flying butterfly tickle in my stomach. Dating him alone, oh my God, this is a first."Miss, do you want to get off or stay in the car?" Adrian teased, interrupting my thoughts.When I was about to get out of the car, he grabbed my hand."Fan, I'll pick you up at seven."I nodded, trying to smile just hard. After he released his grip, I got into my own car, headed back to my apartment.Arriving at the apartment I took a clean shower and then opened the cupboard, took out my clothes on the bed.I wanted to be cute, but I also didn't want to be too revealing that it would provoke Adrian to do something he would regret later.I tried many different kinds of clothes that were stored in the closet, but none of them fit. Looks like this date is overloading my brain.I made a video call to the helper angel. “Casandra, how do you think I l
Fany A knock on the door made me run to open the door. Oh no, wait. I tidied up my t-shirt, black leather jacket, and dark maxi above the knee. Take a deep breath, exhale. relax. Relax. Nothing special, right? I opened the door, to find him standing against the wall in the hallway, looking at the screen of the cellphone he was holding, his other hand hiding in the pocket of his blue jeans. When it came out, it was empty. The trouser pocket was flat with no bulge there. "Put your feet down, don't step on the wall, you'll get dirty." It's actually fine, it's just that he didn't bring a present, obviously I—oh he did? "This is for you." A lollipop. He also sucked a lollipop of a kind and then preceded to go down. "I'll be waiting in the car." So this is how he started a date? I slam the door that locks automatically, sucking in the candy following him from behind. Irritating! What's wrong with buying dolls, flowers
FanyAdrian bought two pink confectionery. The shape of the sweet food is like a cloud. Big enough for the two of us to eat."It is done, right? Can we go back to the apartment?” asked Adrian. His words left me speechless."So all the way here, just buying confectionery?" Annoyingly, he even chuckled while holding me, until he sank into the sea of humans.Carnival music resonated with the laughter of visitors. So many stalls selling food, clothes, and toys. One that caught the eye, a merry-go-round ride. I always ride it when there's a mass market in Glendale, this time it's bigger."Oh, I forgot," he said. "Princess's tradition, first on the horse, before the fun." He took her there.After buying the ticket I sat on the white horse, while Adrian on the black horse beside me.Merry Go Round's signature music began to sound. The lights are flashing, the ride is moving slowly.Sudden
[POV Adrian]-----He's a hell of a fighter. This is the first time my adrenaline has reached a saturation point inside my brain."If in the ten count you does not rise, you lose! One, two, three, and four...."Was it just me who fell, or... I was attempting to get up. My vision gradually improved, and I discovered he also attempting to get up."Seven eight......"I got up, and he did as well, but his body swayed and he fell to the ground."Yeah! I was victorious!" I knelt on my knees with both hands raised. To greet me the entire audience burst out laughing and aplouse. Some people threw money and plastic cups."Great boy, great!" exclaimed the Italian. He tosses a business card his way. "Come to me at that location. Tell them you were invited by Casillas Mancini, son. We are in desperate need of a fighter like you." He directed his finger at my opponent. "It's a shame he's not Italian. I'll see you later!"Mancin
[POV Fany]-----The big tall man fixed his gaze on me. Oh my God, my attempts to flee were futile. What happens next? My legs trembled, and I couldn't say anything."Ssh, don't be too loud." A man's voice was deep and hoarse, a voice I recognized.The index finger is held up to the mouth. Although he had a small bruise on the corner of his lip, his face was still adorable. He slowly drew me away to the back of the SUV. Anxious, he squeezed my arm, inspecting me from head to toe."Thank goodness you're okay," he said as he hugged me."Alex, what brought you here?"Alfred approached us from the side, clearing his throat. "At the police station, I ran into him. We reported a kidnapping, but they said they needed to wait twenty-four hours before moving."Fortunately, God has not abandoned me. I looked around for someone "Where Adria is? Al, did you tell him what happened?"Alfred gave a slow nod. "I was.
[POV Fany]-----The odor here is like urine. The chandelier in the dimly lit room moved slowly in the gust of wind. There is only my breath to be heard. The maniacs tied my back, arm, and feet to chair. They not here?This is my opportunity to escape, but how will I do it? Help me, God. I slowly moved my body, causing the chair to fall backwards until the armrest broke. Fortunately, nails are present at the fault. I successfully untied the knot in my right hand using the nail in my left hand. Now I do the same with the two ropes that bind my legs, and then with the ropes on my body; I am free to move.I approached the door, turning the knob slowly, but it was locked.Use your brain, Fany. Okay, perhaps this method will work. I arm myself with a chair and pound loudly on the door. Outside, there appeared to be a sound. I pounded on the door again, hoping they'd open it."Did you hear that voice, Amigo?" the first voice asked. "Come on,
[POV Adrian]-----He spun me around, kicked me in the knee, and then hit another guy who attacked him from behind.What's the matter with him?I'm not sure who he is, so why would he say something like that? Who is he, bald with a thin beard and heavily tattooed?The Royal Rumble battle is extremely brutal. They have weapons. Whatever means they employ to attack and defend.There are no weapons in my cell. That Italian ... I stormed out, yelling at the Italian guy in the suit."You're lying, there isn't a gun in there!""Who is lying, Merda?" He responded with a grating laugh. "Listen, your friend didn't put anything in there, did he?"He spoke to his friend before tossing a baseball near me, a smooth stick that I hope will become my best friend in battle.I was about to pick up the baseball bat when I was interrupted by another.The man in the suit exclaimed, "Please don't blame me, for you misfortu
[POV Adrian]----I parked my motorcycle near the pier in an empty shed. Fany should have been here, according to the directions, but there were only a few wild seagulls awake on the roof of this old, dim tin-walled barn. Could they possibly— Uurgh.Someone hit me from behind with a blunt object. Damn you, coward. My vision became blurry, and then everything went black. I can still hear some men chit-chatting."Let's finish him—""Stop talking. We are not hoodlums. Remember, honor, loyalty, and bravery. That is our motto. Take him there, as planned. Let's face it, manly."They drove me somewhere. There was a deafening cheer.Slowly, I can see clearly. I'm currently being held in a cell. Not only was I trapped in a cell, but so were several other people. The cells are arranged in a circle facing the field. Above the cell, there is a stage for a crowd of men and women facing the field. They cheered while carrying paper money
[POV Adrian]-----Pleasant licks on my penis caused me to moan loudly. They give it their all, a grope in the stomach, a peck on the chest. Yes, this is what I desired. But.... Fany, no, I'm not going to fall for this. I've never been rude to a woman before, but this time I drew the Japanese girl's head back until I heard a plop."Enough."Still clutching the hard veined thing, the American girl smiled seductively. Her voice had been artificially sweetened. "Do you want anything else, my stallion?"Even though it was stuffy, I pulled my pants up and kept my penis in. I grabbed the shirt that was lying on the floor and dashed to the garage door."You're not going to be able to open it. You must use a... key."But I can. I drew up the large garage gate until it slightly opened. He was correct; this thing weighed as much as a car.I knelt out of here, staring at the three girls. "Please fix my car right away. I'm going to wait ou
[POV Adrian] ----- I stated, "It's time to get to work. Ladies, please proceed." They're gorgeous mechanics, and they're enticing. Every move they make is lustful. Their sexy waist waddles as if they want to be patted. No, I'm not going to be tempted. I had to put up with it for Fany's sake. My promise to her means everything to me. They swarmed my car, wielding pliers and other tools. With her lovely legs, a Japanese girl pulls the wheel floor. The wheel floor is shaped like a skateboard, but it is larger and has four wheels. She was lying there, pushing the ground beneath my car. The black girl grabbed the vacuum cleaner for the car and began sucking up the dust. The American girl asked me to get the best engine in Alex's collection, propped up against the hood of my car. This is a decision I'm not sure about. It doesn't have to be the best; just being able to bring my car back to life is enough for me.
[POV Adrian] ----- A middle-aged man wearing a hat exited the tow truck with a friend. They were dressed in shabby white mechanical uniforms that were as filthy as their faces. They have an oily odor. "Mr Adrian?" inquired the younger, who wore a baseball cap with a beak on the back. "Mr Alex requested that we take your car to a private repair shop and invite you to select an engine there." That fast. "Okay." A tow truck came to pick up my car. I was sitting in the front seat, facing Alex's house. We sat down as a group of three. The car is moving at a slow pace. It appears that getting to the destination will take a long time. Dammit, I had to be a truant once more. A super-elite residential area not far from Beverly Hills is home to the tie-down pampers who believe they have the world at their disposal. Alex's house is larger and
[POV Fany]-----Someone suddenly kissed my lips after opening my mouth cover. "I can't wait to taste you, sweetie." He burst out laughing."Stop, you moron. When his girlfriend sees it, it will be even more delectable "said the person sitting next to me. "Is the duct tape gone? That's fine, stupid. This bird is about to sing."I beg anyone in my vicinity, perhaps they still have a conscience? "Please, my faggot, let me go. I'll pay for it and act as if nothing happened."They both laughed. I should have known that pleading would only make them float in contentment.The car engine continues to hum, and the vehicle continues to vibrate. It was hot and dark. I ran out of wiggle energy. Thank you, God, for still giving me salvation. They don't do anything bad, just the occasional hand squeezing of body parts. If they wanted to, they could do more....The sliding door slid open. I'm