In the living room, Pat was standing at the center, surrounded by men in suits. They were Michael’s men and Michael was dominating one of the chairs, facing Pat, his stormy gaze fixed upon hers, a gun in his hand.
Pat hated being caught unawares. Here was her target. How had he known to come here? She wondered. She mentally kicked herself for not checking before opening the door. Although that wouldn’t have helped, because Michael and his men would have forced their way in.
On the other hand, if she had checked, she would have quickly gone back inside, killed the brat, and escaped through the window. She had been so sure it was one of her stupid neighbors, there to ask for something as usual.
Did they think she was a supermarket? But she often helped them out to maintain her cover there as a nice and innocent girl. Now she was surrounded. And that t
Hours later, Zee woke up on the bed. She was back in her marital bedroom. The first thing she observed was that she was feeling fine. Didn’t Pat injure her neck? Slowly, her hand reached for the side of her neck. She felt a plaster there. Michael must have cleaned her wounds. Looking down at herself, she saw that he had changed her clothing. She was now wearing a bland satin dress she had picked out to use as house wear during the shopping he had taken her. She also noticed that Michael was not there on the bed. Daylight was slipping in through the slightly open drapes. The time on the wall clock told her it was 7:05 am. She had slept for a long time. How she had been able to sleep peacefully without any nightmare was a wonder. Then she remembered Michael injecting her arm with something after which she had passed out. He always seemed to be prepare
Hearing his words, she still pleaded, even though she knew there would be no mercy. “Please, Michael have mercy.” “I remember you calling my bluff.” “I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.” “The reason I called you was because I suddenly got restless with the knowledge of you out there. That’s why I called and gave you that ultimatum. I had no idea that you were in danger. Instead of you coming home, you were mouthing off to me. Me, Elizabeth. You had the guts and you were mouthing off to me.” His hand was still caressing her hair gently. “I’m very sorry, Michael please forgive me.” “If you had come home, all these would not have happened.” “I swear, I won’t do it again.” “I know you won’t. Get back to the bar or you’ll be getting sixteen. Or do you want to call my bluff again?” She shook her head, still clinging to his sturdy frame. “Get back to the bar.” He said and took his hand off her hair. “Get back there
They stood there in the vineyard, kissing. Zee could feel butterflies in her stomach, but she could not tell him that she loved him. Her fear of him was always holding her back. She didn’t know when she would get over it. They returned home, hot for each other and Michael laid her down on the bed, playing with her body. With his silk ties, he restrained her arms to the bed and kept sucking her pussy until she begged him to take her. Zee was undone. Her hips raised off the bed, tense and expectant, willing him to take her. He slid a finger into her wet hot core, feeling her desire. He groaned at her readiness. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered. “So beautiful.” In his arms, Zee always felt beautiful, especially when he was adoring her body and playing her expertly like this. He withdrew his finger from her molten core and pushed it back in, taking her with the firmness of his finger until she felt a surge of energy, threatening to make her explod
As Zee stared at the card of pills, her mind was in chaos, rendering her speechless. “I asked you a question. What the hell is this?” Zee swallowed hard. She forced her mouth open, croaking out her response. “I’ve stopped. I’ve stopped taking it.” “That’s not the answer to my question. Tell me what the hell this is.’’ “It’s…it’s birth control, but I’ve stopped…” “How long have you been on this?” “It’s not been…” “How long?” he hissed. “About a month ago. Maybe a little before…before a month ago.” “So in the end, this is exactly what Pat was talking about. She was talking about you, killing our seed.” “Please, it’s not like…” “This explains your disappearances right after we make love. Everything is clear now.” “Please I have already stopped taking the…” she began desperately, but couldn’t go on as in anger, he started pacing about the space he dominated. One angry hand came up to
Lilly looked at her Boss. A steady storm of anger was blazing through him. His jaw was set in a hard line, eyelashes slightly narrowed. She knew that it would be a grave error for him to get his hands on Zee right now. “Mama Lil, please kindly step aside.” He told her. His voice was not raised, but it was laced with rage. “Michael, please, whatever the problem is, it can be resolved, but not in the state you’re both in, especially you, Michael.” Lilly was the only Staf that called Michael by his name whenever she wanted. Lilly was like a second mother to him ever since she had come into his home. He sometimes sought her advice, mostly over emotional matters. Plus, she had been with the Rays for a long time. That was why he called her Mama Lil. Even his siblings called her that way. Although it was Princess who had given her that name. “You don’t want to know what she has done,” Michael said. “Please, just step aside and let me deal with this.”
Zee's heart was still pounding as Michael carried her back to their bedroom. Once he opened the door, a sniffle escaped her lips and a fresh outburst of tears took over her, surrendering her to body wracking sobs. Michael knew she was crying out of her fear of him, thinking he was still going to drill her. He could feel the slight tremors of her body against his. “Shh.” He said gently. ‘I’m not going to touch you, I promise.” he assured her, walking inside the room, shutting the door, and setting her down on her feet. “Stop crying, it’s okay. I’m not that angry anymore, I promise. Come here.” He hugged her and kissed her sweaty forehead. “It’s okay, Baby. Stop crying.” He gently caressed her hair, speaking softly to her. He soothed her that way until she stopped crying. “That’s it.” He encouraged. “Come with me.” He released her from his embrace and stared into her damp eyes. “Trust me, okay?” She nodded. “Come and sit with me. I want to listen to you
The following morning, Michael brought Zee breakfast in bed. He had made it himself. The breakfast consisted of banana pancakes and richly made coffee. She thanked him and enjoyed it. Later, under a surreal-looking sunny sky, Zee found herself learning self-defense moves with a security agent Michael had assigned to help her. They were in an open field somewhere in the Ray estate. Michael was drinking chilled soda as he watched Zee from the car. Dressed all sporty for the lesson, she was sweaty and exhausted. The lesson had been going on for an hour. She gave him a pleading look in between blocking a mock punch directed at her face. "I'm tired." She gasped out, frowning with exasperation, her voice, whiny. It was the fourth time she was telling him that. She had started complain
Michael's eyes were shut as he waited for the result of her decision. Frankly, he could not predict her action right now, and he didn't even want to do that. "Kill me now, Zee." He urged her without opening his eyes. Zee still had the gun pointing at his chest. Her mind was a whirlwind. A heavy feeling of dejection had overcome her system. It told her that love conquered all. Still, her finger went for the trigger and touched it. She knew that they could both hear the cock of the gun. She noticed no tension from Michael. What a Don, she thought. Then she pulled the trigger, releasing a couple of bullets as her shots were fired. *** Michael slowly opened his eyes and saw her. Zee had her back to him. She had turned and taken the s
ONE MONTH LATERBy evening in the Ray Mansion, Zee stood at the diner table, watching the Rays eat a meal of fried rice and turkey."Well?" She asked because she had made the food herself.Michael gave her a smile which she returned, somewhat nervously, because she was waiting for the verdict of everyone concerning her cooking.She was confident that she had done well, but she still needed comments.During her catering classes, she had learned that the customer was always right.To her, it was a debatable point, but in that regard, she planned to pick her battles so she would stand a better chance of winning."The food is perfect as always." Said Michael, giving her a wink."You always say that." She said shyly, blushing at his open flirting before everyone."Thanks." She still managed to mumble.The others at the table threw them teasing looks and smiles."Sir Dean, please say something." Zee eagerly urged Michael's father."My latest daughter, I believe that you will do excellently a
"Zee, she's a terrible person. But we have to help her." Said Inara."How? We don't know anything.""We don't have to. I have an idea already. As a staunch church girl. As a bonafide daughter of a Reverend." She gave Cassy a pointed look. "As the silly daughter of a Preacher, I have an idea we can try.""I'm sorry I called you a silly daughter of a Preacher." Cassy apologized."No problem," Inara responded and faced Zee."Let's find matches and fuel or something.""Why?" Zee asked."We are going to burn the book," Inara said and led the way inside the shed. They followed behind her and searched for a lighter.Cassy worked hard, searching too. At that moment they were working together.Cassy found a lighter and handed it over to Inara. Zee found a lantern there, so she shook it. There was oil inside.Outside, the rain had stopped. Zee carried the book out to the yard and Inara poured the oil on it. Then Cassy set the book on fire.As it started to burn, a dark malevolent voice could be
"Whatever." Cassy told Inara. "Inny, you didn't need to come," Zee told Inara. "I called you. You didn't take my calls. I had no choice." Inara responded. "That's because I was already on my way. My car won't start so I had to use the bike." "Okay. No problem." "How did you leave the house? Was Lemuel there? "No. He is out with friends. He said one of his business partners is getting married and has enlisted him as one of the groomsmen. They are having a meeting." "Okay, that's cool," Zee said. "I hate to spoil your friendship party, but I've got a game to play and interesting pictures to reveal if I don't get to play," Cassy announced.
At that moment she got a call from Cassy and reviewed it. "Hello, Cassy." "Should I send the pictures or not?" "Cassy, you have to give me time but we can go for Violet May first thing tomorrow." "Hmm. Fine, but once we are back you're sending my money or your husband sees your slutty actions." "Yes, no problem. Can I bring Inara?" "Why?" "Because she has a way with words. She might be better at convincing Violet." "No." Cassy decided. "Nice try. You want to bring support so you both overpower me? No way." "That's not my intention." "I said no. Tomorrow what time?" "I will speak with Violet and let you know." "You better be fast," Cassy said ending the call. Zee called Violet May and tried to set up a meeting. Violet May demanded to know the purpose and Zee decided to be open about it. Cassy was blackmailing her just so she would be forced to convince the sp
After a few minutes, lost in thoughts, her phone rang with Cassy's call, so she answered. "Make that one million bucks." She said. "I forgot that you're married to a billionaire." "Cassy, I don't have that kind of money." "Oh, come on. There are many places you can borrow from. Your husband, then your best friend's husband, even your parents. I mean, you have so many options. Pick one." "Nobody will give out money just like that. Money doesn't grow on trees." "You're creative. I saw the grand opening ceremony where it was mentioned that you named that new joint Dine Together. I also saw the article where you were credited for naming that other joint Pause and Eat. Turns out you do have some rare talent. So use your creativity and get the money. I didn't ask for a million. I asked for half a million, which is way beneath the original price had you and your friend's husbands just paid the damn ransom. You stole my wealthy man. This is just me ge
ONE WEEK LATER In an elegantly dressed hall, dinner guests seated around intercontinental dish-filled tables with sparkling wine filled glasses, admired the occupants on the stage. The occupants were Michael, Lemuel and their spouses. The four were dressed in dinner outfits as well. Lights flashed as photographers took pictures of the four. A large projector on stage displayed the theme of the event which showed that Michael and Lemuel's collaboration had come to fruition. The event was the grand opening ceremony of the business they had opened in San Jonas. It was an event center with a wine depot on the side. Michael owned the depot and Lemuel owned the even
Cassy waited on the bench, refusing to give up, even though thirty minutes had elapsed since she last heard from Violet May. She repeatedly tapped her foot on the floor while frequently checking the time on her wrist watch. Unable to wait any longer, she rose to her feet and gave the door a knock. "What is going on?" She asked. "Go away." Came Violet's voice from inside. "What?" Cassy was perplexed. "Go away." "I've wasted my time here. And you say I should just go away? "Yes." "Are you even for real?" "Just go away. I am having mood swings."
Outside the Cabin, at a small distance, Michael and his entourage parked by the express. Morning fog slightly blurred the air. As the backseat was opened for him, the guard told him not to bother as they would handle everything. "That's my wife." Michael said, pulling out his gun and getting off the car. "Thanks, but I won't sit here." All the other men were outside and at Michael's signal, they poured towards the cabin on foot. In a matter of minutes, they had the cabin surrounded. Inside the room where the hostages were, their captors had gone impatient. "Your husbands are not communicating." Sam's partner said through gritted teeth. "Maybe we need to send footage of one part of your bodies missing. Perhaps they need such violent motivation." Zee and Inara begged with their eyes, struggling and grunting with great efforts that merely shifted their seats slightly. They could not utter any words or cry out because by now, the guys had
Michael was furious as he dressed up. He hadn't exactly left Elizabeth without security. He had kept one of his men to tail her, but keep his distance. He felt that since she was in San Jonas, there would be no real threat to her. Gosh! He had messed up big time. If anything bad happened to her, he would not be able to forgive himself. He had already called his men and told them to get ready. His head of security was already talking to their cartel branch in San Jonas. It was funny how these things worked. Every bad guy had a superior and the superiors were connected to Dons. Only men like him had the slim chance of calling off the kind of crime being committed. He finished wearing a dark blazer over dark fitted jeans and hurried out of the room. Sitting at the backseat of the car as Marcus drove with mad speed down the quiet express road, he called Lemuel and told him not to bother coming out as he would handle everything. Lemu