65. The Forbidden Secret~Pamela Now that I knew what was going on with Stephan, I became scared of what to do with the information. I knew it was out of the question to tell or show anyone so the only option left was to take it to my grave. Minerva was fuming when I opened the door to the surveillance room and I could tell that she was fighting the urge to punch me in the face. "What the fuck are you doing inside of this place," She demanded as she looked around in suspicion. She spotted the laptop and raised an eyebrow. "I needed some me time, Minerva, away from all this craziness," I lied but tried to sound convincing. "Bullshit! You locked me in your closet just so you could get some time alone when all you had to do was ask," Minerva let out in anger. "I did not think that you would agree with me," I said. "You are right, I would not have let you out of my sight for any reason," Minerva said coldly. "I guess what I did was justified then," I said in a playful tone and l
66 Owned by Him~ Pamela I was trembling in fear from where I sat as Stephan glared at me. A part of me wanted this to be over but another part of me did not want to divulge what I had seen. I was afraid that if I told him, I would be dragged further into his crazy world. His world of bullets, knives, and guns was chaotic enough, that I had no interest in mental battles, which scared me more. "I asked you a question Pamela and I want an answer now," He said in his serious almost quiet tone that I had come to get used to. I kept my mouth shut, not from defiance but from terror. I hated to see him like this because his presence was overwhelming. I stared at my empty plate as he waited for me to speak. I was not.Stephan leaned back into his chair and rubbed his chin, his face, deep in thought as he looked at me. I knew what he was thinking because I was familiar with the certain gaze he gave me over the times that I had spent with him. He was thinking of wh
67. Owned by Him II. ~Pamela "Walk with me," Stephan ordered me as he made his way out of the dining room. My legs followed in response as apprehension flowed through me. I was at a loss for words and could not even bring myself to imagine what he was going to do to me. I walked meekly beside him as we both headed for the stairs in silence. I fought the urge to make a run for it but where could I run to? Who could I run to? "You forced my hand Pamela, remember that," He told me with a kind of finality that made me shudder in expectancy of what was to come. The house seemed empty except for the both of us. I tried to even my breath as I climbed the stairs with him. He was right about me forcing his hand but it was not my fault. Whenever I was around him, smart decisions evaded me and he knew this. We got to the room and he shut the door behind the both of us. I had no clue about what he was going to start with as I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. He walked to the so
68. Dark Confessions. ~ PamelaStephan walked away from me toward the sofa and removed his coat along the way. He dropped it carelessly on the lush carpeted floor. The behaviors of a spoiled child. Although his life was filled with different forms of trauma, he was still dotted by servants who cleaned up after him every time he made a mess. He sat down and spread his legs showing me his bulging erection. I unconsciously licked my lips and gazed at him with tremendous need. I suspected that he knew just what I was going through because I did not. It was hard to pinpoint what I was feeling exactly because I was going through a myriad of emotions. He sat in a very nonchalant way. His arms and legs spread like a king. He glared at me with a mixture of lust and anger. It was as if he wanted to ravage me but his anger was keeping him in check. He took a deep breath. "Sit up and place your feet on the ground, and keep them apart, I want to see all of you," He commanded firmly. I di
Hearts and Emotions~ DelmundoI was hurt. I was angry and most of all I was sad. I let the cold hit me as I walked naked to my room. I was still reeling from the throes of passion as I headed for my room and it took a lot of willpower not to go back and finish what I started. It was hard to believe that Pamela could do what she did. I admired her audacity but she had no right to destroy the flash drive. I knew she was telling the truth because I heard the desperation in her voice. I entered my room and went to the wardrobe. I found a neatly folded black V-neck tight-fitting T-shirt and a pair of jeans. I pulled it out and searched for pants to wear. Georgia handled all my clothes so it was a bit difficult to decide what to put on. I had no desire to sleep tonight because there was so much to do. I had an underground structure to destroy and a second meeting with my soon-to-be-dead ex. I found a pair of black fitted jeans and put them on. I walked to my shoe rack chose a pair of s
The hunt. ~ delmundo i drove to franks's place. frank had his house built deep in the woods and closer to the rivers. he loved nature and had a great dislike for people. i had built it for him on his birthday although i could not remember the date. he had grudgingly accepted and promised to pay me back in time but i doubted that he could give me anything that i already did not have. there was a pathway big enough for one car and it led straight up the house, i could also smell the waters. i pulled to a stop beside his armored hummer truck. i saw him sitting on the porch with a can of beer in his large right hand. he was still in his black suit but without a tie. i guessed that like me, slumber eluded him. it was hard to sleep for men like us. i got out of my car and walked toward his house. he got up and walked towards me with a slightly puzzled expression. "boss? i thought we were using the explosives tomorrow," he said. "i am not here for any of that, how would you li
72 The Toll Riders. ~DelmundoThe motorbikes were parked arrogantly in the middle of the road. The biker gang owned this part of Shack Town. They were ruthless and notorious in the outskirts for being bloodthirsty and I was happy that we all had that in common. The men and one statuesque slightly muscled-looking woman rested arrogantly on their parked bikes. They were still reeling from the proposal I had offered them. It was tough to make ends meet on these outskirts. It was why Father had sent me here. I glanced at Frank who had already understood his role. He stepped back and stood still. I stepped forward and looked at each biker one at a time. "It is good money gentlemen, all I ask you for is that you lead me to the Key Master," I said. "We do not know who that is, now hand over the car keys, and cash, we ain't got time to waste," The big man among them said. They all had on dirty camouflage cargo pants with boots and uniformed black leather vests
Protecting Him~Pamela I hated myself for what I had done to him. I hated the fact that he had tainted me somehow with his dangerous life. I hated the betrayed look he had given me when I had finally to him what he wanted to hear. Under the intense and prolonged sensual torture, I had managed to lie about the flash. It was safe and intact with it's location somewhere Stephan would never think to find. My mind was filled with thoughts of Stephan as I sat alone in my room. My body yearned for his touch and my heart raced for him. He had gone to do his mafia business. It was one of the ways he could cool off. I tried to imagine what he was doing, or who he was killing at the moment because death was the usual result when Stephan was involved. How was killing so easy for him? It had been difficult for me to process my shock when I fired my first gun at some men when they came in gun blazing. Now my fellow sisters are all calling me sister six. I did not want to get involved in the