"Ah ah, don't think about it woman. You are mine to explore now." Brantley held her legs apart as he warned her.Brantley flashed her an evil mischievous grin."We have all morning, my love." Brantley smiled."I…." Mila started.Brantley drove a finger in her cunt.She immediately swallowed her words and replaced them with a moan."You were gonna say something?" Brantley taunted. He looked up and asked.Her view became blurry for a moment. She shook her head to clear her mind. She mustered a good amount of saliva and swallowed it to damp her patched throat."I was gonna say that…hmm …well…" she tried to remember what she had in mind but Brantley's movement of his finger in and out of her slowly was really distracting her.She raised her hips and began slowly grinding her waist to rhyme with his movements.He knew that she was trying to relieve herself. He had no intentions of making that happen.She had tortured him for this past months, now is his turn to get back at her."You still
"Bend over!" He ordered. His countenance changed.Mila obeyed like a good girl.She bent over the bed with her ass hunched up to him and her pink cunt on display.He got down on his knees and kissed her pussy savagely, sucking and pulling her pussy lips.She moaned and raised one of her legs. She just could not describe what she felt, but all she knew was that she wanted him to take her to the point where she'd have no choice but to let go."Hmmm, yess !" Mila could not contain her screams any more when he spanked her butt and immediately dipped his fingers in her cunt.She loved the intrusion, but she wanted something bigger.It was as though he read her thoughts. Because he pulled out his fingers and stood up on his feet.She knew what was coming next, she braced herself for it, hunching her butt up more and deepening the hollow made by her back.He held her butt cheeks apart, spreading them. Without any warning, he drove himself in in one goal."Ah…!" Mila moaned in pleasure. Fin
"So what are you going to do from now on?" Linda asked."Simple, I'll make sure he gets a generous sentence in jail, then I'll kill him!" Mila said with zero enthusiasm and absolutely no emotion written on her face, sending out a dark aura.Brantley and Linda looked at each other. They knew that she was not bluffing.Brantley cleared his throat nervously. He placed his hand on Mila's lap."You are not killing anybody, Mila. Killing him would only make it easier for him. Let him live and suffer." Brantley tried to sway her judgment."Your happiness right now and henceforth will be the greatest torture he can receive." Linda added."Oh, you are wrong! I have awesome ideas for the ideal torture session, I only needed a victim. I think I just found one." Mila let a diabolical smile graze her face. She topped it off by rubbing her palms together.The only thing that was lacking was an evil background laughter…well, it did echo in Brantley's head, causing goosebumps to fill his body.Linda
"Doc, how is he?" Mila ran up to the doctor.Everyone listened attentively.The doctor held a sorrowful look on his face. Mila, just like everyone else knew what the look meant, but she chose to ignore it…'perhaps it was just bad news, not terrible news.' she consoled herself."I'm sorry but he did not make it!"Everyone looked at the doctor casually, expecting him to say something more…except Brantley, he glued his eyes on Mila for her reaction__any reaction. She was still expecting. The news had not sunk in."So you mean that he'll never talk again?" Carl asked."I'm sorry but he is gone." The doctor said it one more time, calmly of course, but enunciating every word so that it sunk into their heads."Wait wait, hold up a minute!" Mila took a step forward, raising her palm in front of the doctor. A deep frown grazed her temple as she shook her head in denial."What do you mean by, 'HE IS GONE'?" She raised her voice.The doctor drew in a deep breath. He knew that it was always a big
"Where are we?" Mila asked.Carl took a deep breath. He pulled her closer to him."When Mom passed away, Dom drove me out here one day. I was confused too and asked him why…"Carlson looked down at her.She gave him her ears, waiting attentively for what he had to say."Do you know what he said?" Mila shook her head."He told me that he had no reason, he just wanted to let me see something different." Mila furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. She looked around for what was different about this place."What is different here?" Mila asked."Nothing! Or maybe the air, I don't know. He never told me, but I figured out that it'll help you the same way it helped me." Carl said."Hmm, strange! But it is actually relieving somehow, just standing here…" Mila looked around."This was the only way I could wish him farewell. He still had the power of comfort behind his silence. He was a good friend, Mila…I wish I had the power to change things." Carl spoke remorsefully.Mila could feel the pain i
"Yes I do, the one with whom I said attends the same support group as my Mom right? That's the only person I figured out that you'll be interested in from that day." He added the later part when he saw the puzzled look on her face."Oh, yeah. Uhmmm, I want to meet her." Brant raised his brows. 'It was strange though, he knew that Mila could meet anyone at any time if she wanted to, why was she asking him?'"You can meet her anytime, I think." Brant was not sure if he was answering her right "I know that. Where is the support group being held?" Mila asked.'Just what had come over her today?' Brant thought. The Mila he knew would definitely have already tracked the lady down and waited for her on a faithful afternoon or evening in her garage, in the backseat of her car.Brantley could not hold back his curiosity. "We both know that if you want to know everything about her, you will, right? So why are you asking me?" He tilted his head to the side."Yes, but I'm trying to do things lik
THE WOMAN FROM THE SUPPORT GROUP Emille was not the one to constantly show himself in public, but he'd done so more times in the past few days than he'd anticipated.He held no grudge against Carl, instead, he understood just how much Carl could be hurting so he decided to pay him a visit at his office.After Dom's funeral, they all decided to get back to their activities, that way, it'll serve as a distraction."Does it help?" Emille asked as he made himself comfortable on the couch in Carlson's huge office.Carl straightened his suit as he joined Emille."What are you talking about?" Carl asked, while pouring two glasses of wine."Burying yourself up in work, does it help?" Emille picked up the glass motioned to him and sipped."Hmm, not really, but it is a huge distraction though. I want to move the company's HeadQuarters here in Limesville, at least that way, I'll get to spend more time with Mila." Carl leaned back in the comfort of his seat."Selfish!" Emille whispered audibly e
“What did you two talk about?” Brantley aske Mila when it was just them. They had dropped his mother off at the White Mansion after leaving the support group.“I asked her a few questions about the ‘said’ sister of hers.” Mila replied.Mrs White would not brag about Brantley and Mila to the other members of the group. At least, both of them got the opportunity to listen to some of the stories of a handful of the members, including Mrs White. The experience made Mila appreciate her life more than she ever had. Perhaps, she just could not let go of everything that she’d been through, but knowing that she came out alive and healthy…that was a win.She did get a chance to talk one on one with Solange after the session was over.“Did you get anything out of it?” Brantley asked. “Hmm, maybe not, but I want to get closer to her and…at least I got to see the world from another angle today.” she replied.“Right, so what now? What are you gonna do from here?” Brantley asked.“There’s a lot you
THE END."What order, Mr Walborn?" The attorney went ahead to ask Mr Walborn."That Mr Rivers should be eliminated." Silence.Emille clenched his fist beside him.Even though Mr White only walked in, he was sitting on needles. He had his secrets, he knew what was going on. "We have the videos." One of the Court's IT workers announced.It was there, everything….from the squabble in the office to the phone call in the garage.Everyone gasped and turned to look at Mr White.Mrs White passed out.Brantley rushed to his mother.The twins held each other's hand tightly.Brenda leaned back in her chair.Mila's mind was teleported Somewhere else. Carl was bamboozled, he stayed motionless in his chair.Mama Rivers and Papa Rivers….well, there were no words to describe everything.……..All along, Mr White had been pulling the shots. He'd hired Mason based on Mason's greed.Mason had been working for him the entire time….he was the real Grandmaster.He found out about Mr Walborn being alive o
COURT TALES OF TRUTHFourteen minutes.It was almost time……"It is already time, your Honour, we should proceed." Grandmaster stood up and said.That was the advantage of representing yourself."We still have some more seconds, your Honour." The prosecution quickly added.The judge nodded. Grandmaster stood up to say something again, but his words were interrupted by the loud opening of the door.Everyone's attention was directed towards the door.One after another, all those who were against Grandmaster released breaths they never knew they were holding…surprisingly, even the judge.Disappointment was evident on Grandmaster's face.Dr Edgar accompanied Mr Walborn in the courtroom. Mila and Freya waited outside.When Brantley did not see Mila in the two-man procession, he immediately stood up on his feet and went outside."Which of these men is the supposed witness?" The judge asked even before Dr Edgar and Mr Walborn could reach the front of the courtroom.Dr Edgar indicated that i
THE CLOCK IS TICKING"Can the prosecution explain to the court why your said witness is not yet available?" The judge asked. She was getting impatient, it was evident."Technical transportation issues." The state lawyer responded.He leaned towards Emille and asked, "what is keeping your witness?" He asked in a whisper."What is holding him back is the only reason why they would not want him to testify, but don't bother, he's being escorted by one of the best bodyguards." Emille replied."Excuse me." Emille stepped out of the court to call for Mila.Brantley had arrived in the court too. He was worried, not that Mila could not take care of herself, but because he loved her, so it was natural for him to worry."What the hell is going on?" Emille asked in a concerned tone as soon as Mila answered."We got company." Mila replied."Do you need more refreshments?" Emille asked."I got it, I guess water would be enough to entertain them." Mila said over the phone."Good then, tell me where
THE AMBUSH.Randy rode in another car, tailing closely behind Mila.When she got to her condominium, she did not step out, rather she called Dr Edgar to bring Mr Walborn outside.Dr Edgar had personally selected a suit for Mr Walborn. The different clothes made him look 10 years younger."You look handsome, Mr Walborn." Mila smiled as she held the door open for him."Thank you, child. At least this doctor here has fine taste in quality clothes, only if he could put those skills to what I put in my stomach." Mr Walborn glared at Dr Edgar. Mila could not help but laugh."You look handsome too." She mouthed to Dr Edgar when Mr Walborn got into the car. Dr Edgar was dressed in a simple shirt and trousers, he had a clean shave. That alone made him look really different."Thank you. You look stunning yourself." Dr Edgar complimented back. Compliments were being poured at randa."Thank you for coming with us." Mila smiled at Dr Edgar."I have to do my job as a babysitter." Dr Edgar gave a sh
NAKED SLEEPOVERThe newly bonded family decided to spend the night together.Carl and Phelix were pals, they warmed everyone's heart, especially Mila because she never known that he was good with kids. She had no idea whether or not he loved kids, she did not even know what he loved.Pops had ruled their lives in such a way that all their likes were buried within them and only what he approved, that was what they did…to his face though.She allowed the cold water to run down her body. Everyone together, the smiles, the crying, the hugs, the laughter…this is what she'd ever wanted, not tension, the type of atmosphere she grew up being used to under Pop's roof.It was less than twenty four hours, and everything changed. For once in her life, she did not have to worry about tomorrow. Only if everyone she loved could be here…Only if Dom had lived to experience this different breeze…even just for a day."Fuck this life!" She cursed, turned off the shower, threw a bathrobe on her wet body.
BRENDA IS SCARYBrantley laid down on his bed, staring at the ceiling while he pondered about what Brenda told him earlier.Brenda was nosy, everyone knew that, but she wasn't a liar. She could be blunt sometimes, but the kid sure knew when to keep her mouth shut.She was smart too, probably more than all of them…well, except him, he had a photographic memory after all.He knew that she would not tell him all those things except something more was going on in that house. He had plans on saying hi to his mom before leaving, but he left without saying a word. He felt guilty, but he could not do otherwise.With the revelation, he wasn't sure to face anyone, especially his father.He needed time to think. He could not just jump into conclusions, he had to get more details about everything before concluding."She said that she was pushed, by who? Who would want to hurt you?" He pondered out loud.'Then why did she keep quiet only to say it now?' He thought."Who are you going to see in th
WHAT BRENDA KNOWS'Why do good men die and the selfish monsters live?' Brantley pondered as he walked down the corridors of his father's house empty mindedly."Do you want to bulldoze me before you notice that something is in front of you?" Brenda was starting in front of him, with her short self and crutches.He halted abruptly, for real, he had not taken note of the girl."Oh, I see you've upgraded to crutches. They're cute." Brantley rubbed her head like a kitten.She supported her weight on one crutch, freed her other hand and used it to slap his hand off."Why are you always fighting with father?" The youngest White asked.Bran was stunned, he did not expect that question from here. He was speechless for a few seconds, trying to think of an appropriate response to that."We were talking, maybe a little of a disagreement, but we were not fighting." Brantley looked down and said."You were loud!" She raised one side of her lip, confident about her statement and presumption."Wha
SWEET REUNION"Nice meeting you." Carl forced a smile.The expression on his grandparents' faces changed immediately.He sunkened his shoulders, 'Just as I had expected, outcast!' The words reverberated in his mind.He wished he could turn back the hand of time to just a 5 minutes ago, he'd make sure to get away from here and prevent none of this from happening."Mason had a son?" Papa Rivers looked at his wife. "Isn't he handsome? He looks like an angel." Mama Rivers praised.Carl raised his brows. 'Did they mean the opposite of what they said, or…he had judged the situation wrongly.He looked at Mila, she smiled at him."How old are you, boy?" Mama Rivers asked."I'm 28 years old, ma'am." Carl held his hands together in front of him as though he was for a religious procession.Mila raised her brows and hung her mouth open at his lie."Nonsense, don't call me ma'am. I am your grandmother. Come here!" Mama Rivers rebuked him and hugged him."Just for the record, he is still 27 years o
OUTCAST"Why do you want to see Fabiola?" Brantley decided to ask at one point. He just refilled their tea cups.Mama Rivers who was about raising her cup to take a sip, paused mid way. She stared at her husband who also had the same look on his face."Oh, we knew her when she was a kid. Since we were in town, we decided to drop by." Papa Rivers replied."Oh, ok. I see." Brantley nodded. There was an awkward silence among them."We'll see your father and enjoy the view a little before going back." Papa Rivers added."I will be glad to show you around town. I bet they'll be so much to entertain both of you." Brantley smiled."Yeah." And there goes the silence again. ________"I got a text from Brant, he said that the package was at my doorstep." Mila looked at her brothers. They were just touching down back in Limesville."Just as we thought." The ever nonchalantly Emille said.Carl was silent."I bet they got my address because of the media." Obviously."So…we are going to your hou