The Royal Twelve and the Raven's Talons. ~Delmundo Her plan to intimidate me into submission was pathetic and it was clear to me that she was pawn from the start. I had planned on getting her curious about what I intended to accomplish but there was no need. My plan was already in motion. I was not where I wanted to be which was on a fucking hospital bed and talking to my least favorite person. Lydia Phobos, also known as Sheevah. We had been in a relationship for a while and it had been a disaster. I broke it off and she had been my enemy ever since. To get back at me, she and her new rebound plotted to take my life and they almost succeeded. Here I was with various degree burns and broken bones stuck with a gloating ex. She still wanted me because a woman like her could not handle being rejected. Blame mommy and daddy for that. She was in a short leather skirt with matching boots that reached her thigh and a white form fitting blouse. It gave of some form of high school vibe.
The Mysterious and Sensual Night Market. ~Pamela I gaped like an idiot at what I saw before me as the small ferry slowed to stop close to the grassy shores. The forest in front of us was thick, vast and wide. The wind was mild here but it was cold. I jabbed my hands into the pocket of my jacket to keep warm. "Are we going in there?" I asked Dwayne as the alighted and helped me down. The ferryman anchored the boat and got down to join us. He was a thin middle aged man who walked with a calm demeanor. He was so unassuming as he took gentle strides beside us. "Pamela, the gentleman walking with us is called Artem, he is our tour guide," Dwayne said as he walked. As we got closer to the woods, I saw that there was a gate in front of it. The iron work was intricately made to be intertwined with the trees and vines so nothing could be damaged. We got closer and I could hear classical music and the sounds of silverware. The gates opened up and we all entered. "Welcome to the Night Ma
99. Unleashed. ~Delmundo Here I sat broken and in pain in a wheelchair surrounded by allies and deadly foes. I should not even be conscious right now due to the pain I was going through. However, that same pain was what kept me on edge and ready to spill blood. The tension in the air was tightly strung and the woman who had started all these was not faring well under the circumstances. I reveled in how uneasy and out of place Lydia was. When we were together, I had come to find out that she had no experience with situations like this. Women like Lydia were meant to be on the sidelines because I knew that she was not cut out for bloodshed. She was more of a politician than a killer. I was proud of how ready for blood my men were. I have been in countless gunfights and sustained more knife wounds than I could count. Frank, my giant right-hand man was glaring at my ex with death in his eyes. Out of all of my men, he was the most rage-filled. Lydia's involvement with Dwayne Cage had
The Mysterious and Sensual Market II~Pamela I had no idea what to look forward to as I joined the rest of the night buyers in the large white tent. There was some sort of drinking and mingling going on as I walked in with Dwayne and his entourage. It looked like a freaking costume party as excited murmurs filled the air. I looked around and cursed as the I made eye contact with the crazy eyed woman from earlier. Her and the man who I assumed was her husband kept watching me like I was prey. It made me feel very uncomfortable and I glanced elsewhere. "Ignore them, Pamela, people like them find it difficult to take no for an answer," Dwayne said in assured tone but I was not convinced. "You just told me earlier that you would agree with them just to mess with Stephan," I reminded him. "All is fair in war, Pamela but I am man of my word, no harm shall come to you," Dwayne said. "Come, let us join the party, we do not want be rude, after all, it cost me a fortune just to get this
Long Road of Blood. ~Delmundo I had no idea how many times, I must have dozed off but I could tell the we were safe. When I looked at the rearview mirror, I saw that cars were following us closely behind. At first I was alarmed but Frank was relaxed and so was Joe. It meant that the numerous vehicles behind us were filled up by my men."Formation," Frank grunted into his phone and three cars overlook us and stayed in front. While some drove farther away to see what enemy was coming. "How far are we from home?" I asked Frank. "Quite far boss, the damn hospital is far into the city, probably two hours away," Frank answered. I cursed under my breath. I had to endure over an hour of motion sickness. I wondered how I had survived such a long drive when I was still unconscious. "Have men search the whole entire city for Pamela, she still has to be here," I said to Frank but I was not feeling hopeful. I knew that she was far away for some reason. "We will do that but you need to get b
The Merchant of Death. ~Pamela All sorts of things were sold on that podium and most of the items on display made me sick. The pale kids were all sold to separate people. I watched with a horrified look as the children fought against their new owners as they were forcefully separated. The lady that I had a physical altercation with bought a boy not older than fifteen. The boy looked almost feminine and soft. It made me wonder about the depraved things she was going to do to him. I tried to forget all about it because there was nothing that I could on the long run. The entire thing was so disheartening to bear witness to. Although, the objects that were being displayed began to pique my interest. A floppy disk safely secured in a transparent glass box was put on display. "This object ladies and gentlemen contains the coordinates to the whereabouts of the legendary Spear of Longinos, believed to have been the spear that pierced Christ," The auctioneer proclaimed with an almost ferv
The Merchant of Death II~Pamela The sudden outburst of violence surprised and intrigued me as I looked at the unconscious man on the floor. I glared at Artem with a new found respect. The native man bowed politely and waited patiently. From the look of it, this was something that happen often. I looked around for his partner but she was nowhere to be found. "I am sure he came here alone, his mistress has got herself a new toy, he is no longer useful," Dwayne said and turned to the direction of where the ferry was docked. I remembered when the creepy lady had outbid another couple for a fair skinned white haired teenage boy. I shuddered as I tried to imagine what that woman would do to the boy. I followed him back to the boat. Wordlessly, I let Dwayne helped me unto the small boat and we began our journey back to the cabin in the lake on the mountains. It felt like I was stuck in a fucked up fairy tale. "I had no idea that he could move like that," I said to Dwayne, my voice fi
Lovelorn. ~Delmundo I had to heal in two different ways. The first was physical while the second was emotional. I was doing the first very well but the second one was going to be a little hard. I had stayed out of the actions that had taken place the past few months. I was healing up and training my mind and body with a little meditation and acupuncture from Georgia, I was almost back to a hundred percent. It was hard to keep my rage at bay during these process. Although, I was behind the scene, I still called the shots. I knew that my mem were anxious about my health and lack of action after what had happened to me. They were all waiting for my signal for retaliation but it was too soon and I preferred to bide my time than rush in head first. It was not about how well you fought but how long you lasted. I planned to last for as long as I could. Out in the streets there was an uneasy ceasefire. I had spent the days healing up at Frank's place because it was the smart move. Only