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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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73. Bounty Hunters~ DelmundoClub Succubus was a mixture of a bar and a sanctuary. It was the only place that sold protection in the whole of Shack Town. Maximum security was guaranteed to anyone willing to pay and a lot of people needed protection. It paid well but it was also filled with unending violence, which is why there is an underground exclusive fight club inside. I got to the entrance and rapped on the iron doors. A small square opened and wary eyes peered at Frank, then me. "Password," The man behind the wary eyes said. "Trojans," I replied. The password usually every day. The iron doors slid to the left and I went in with Frank following closely behind. Inside was a large room where we were frisked for weapons. "I gotta part with my guns again boss," Frank asked. "Yes, but there is a box compartment for it, they give you the key when you put your weapon inside it," I said pointing to the wall that had numerous iron boxes installed into the wall. "I th
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74. The Key Master. ~Delmundo "How do you keep this place a secret?" Frank asked as we lounged at the office of Maze. "I mean a lot of people are going to know about this place." I smiled. "We choose our clients not the other way around, it is about who has the biggest pocket not who needs help. This is not a charity organization, Frank," I told him. "You sell security services to whom you choose, but what if they can not pay?" Frank inquired. "We make sure to check the financial background of whomever we choose," I told him. Maze had gone to receive the key master and I was eager to see what he or she looked like. I had no doubt that the biker girl was looking for me to get revenge for her fallen gang members. Soon, Maze came back to the office with the infamous Key Master following up behind her. The Key Master was a man in his sixties or early seventies. He was tall and used a walking stick to shuffle about. It was obvious that he had pains in his joints, the courtesy of
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75. Wild Home. ~Delmundo Everything my long-lost uncle said to me after he told me about my mother was a blur. I could not even recall how I left the club. I was silent throughout the ride back to the city. I had to go on with my initial mission. Frank was fidgeting uncomfortably as he drove. He was bottling up a lot of things that needed to be said. He was hesitant because he could see how moody my face had become. It did not feel fair to shut him out after I had called him. "What is on your mind?" I asked him in a dry tone. I was not in the mood to talk. "Are we coming back here anytime boss?" Frank asked. "I will always have business here, Frank whether you like it or not," I said in the same tone. Frank nodded. "That is good," He said with a hopeful look on his face. I was puzzled at how positive his attitude was. I turned my head to look at him. "You seem pleased, why?" I inquired. "I am not going to lie, I would not mind if see that Maze gal again," Frank said. I s
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