"Come with me," Dom offered."Don't boss me around, I know my way around." She said, going back to her hostile tone. Dom rolled his eyes at her.They went through the shelf door, it led to a completely different world underground as they took the descending stairs__not that either of them weren't familiar with the scenario.They passed the dimly lit tunnels, bypassing numerous rooms, each built for different purposes…storage, experiments, target practice and the list continues."How is Carl?" Fabiola asked as they took another turn leading to what seemed like the end of the burrow. The rooms or stalls here were much smaller and barely lit."He is…." Dom paused, thinking of the perfect word to describe Carl. "...Just Carl, I do not know how to describe him. But he is just the same as always." Dom said."You got any idea on what he is working on, I mean, like the reason why he is presently in Limesville?" She pressed, trying to siphon information from Dom."Nahh, but I heard word flyi
"So then, why did you come after me that night?" She asked."Because My Boss asked for you, and he's gonna get you whether you like it or not." He gave her a bloody smile, but she remained unfazed."Dom?" She called, " Give us some privacy, would you?" She said without turning to gauge the men in the room."Are you sure?" Dominique asked with worry in his voice."Yes, step out." She ordered."Aight, I'll be around the corner." He said as he backed out, accompanied by the other dudes."Nah, go do ya shit, I'll take care of buddy here." She turned to face Dom.He narrowed his eyes on her."Chill, he'll be alive… I promise." She said guiltily. She had no intention of killing nobody today."Aight, appelle moi si tu me besoin." (Call me if you need me). She nodded."Where can I find him then?" She directed her question to the Cartel scapegoat."You don't find him, he finds you." He stated bluntly in a shallow voice coated with pain."Don't tell me that bullshit! You'd better help me help
"Hmm, well, we'll investigate who ate your mangoes, but first, I need both of you to tell me what happened that night." Pops said, changing the topic.The jovial atmosphere became dense and rigid all of a sudden.Fabiola and Carl exchanged looks. They both knew the night which Pops was referring to.They obediently took their seats opposite Pops, sitting like students in military training."So who's starting? Fabiola?" He looked at Fabby."Tell me what happened that night." He spoke softly, as usual.They both knew the man behind that familiar soft voice."Got home really hungry, I went out to grab a bite and noticed that I was being followed. I wasn't sure if they were following randomly or it was planned, so I decided to Walk past my house and try to lose them." She summarized the events that night."Did they hurt you?" Pops asked with genuine concern."They did not get the chance." She said confidently.Carl smiled."That's My girl." Pops praised."Now, why did neither of you tell
**** WARNING **** MATURED CONTENTAnother girl was giving a man dressed in a suit a good blowjob."A beautiful girl is not supposed to be on her own." A voice said beside her. The owner of the voice grabbed her butt and squeezed it.She moaned and bit her lower lip seductively as she turned to look at the face.He was handsome and tall no doubt… and pretty high too. He'd probably been drinking all night.She did not care though, she needed company so as to appear less conspicuous."What do you say you keep me company?" She asked back with a broad sexy smile."A shot for the lady and I." He ordered.He led her to another room, it was sparse and more fancy, holding fewer people.As usual, there were strippers dancing in front of every man."Have a seat." He ushered her to a free table. It was a little bit isolated."Thank you." She flashed him a smile.Why is a beautiful girl like you all alone in a place like this?" He asked.She sipped her whiskey."What is a handsome guy like you d
She continued to scan the vicinity until her eyes landed on a familiar face."Brantley?" She whispered in shock, good thing the music was high so Frost could not get her."Have a seat." She peeled her eyes away from Brant only when Frost spoke. She had no idea when they crossed the room. Luckily they were not beside Brant or in the line of his eye either. He had his eyes glued to the girl twerking in front of him."What do you think of her?" Frost tugged a few strands of her hair behind her ear as he spoke to a well built man seated beside her. She sat in-between both men."She's pretty, very pretty." He said with a deep masculine voice. 'He must be Monty.' she thought."She is searching for a job." Frost said to the muscular guy."I never got your name by the way." He turned to her."Phoebe, Phoebe Crust." She said with a smile. That was her favorite pretext name, and coincidentally, it would alway pop up when she was this blonde."Phoebe, Monty." Frost introduced briefly.Just as
"One arm to go, next…." She taunted."I fuckin' get it, bitch." Monty yelled through gritted teeth.He held his dangling hand diligently. His face was coated with pain."What did you say about girls?" She gulped down from the bottle again, ignoring the eyes on her."You fuckin' broke my arm!" He yelled."Just one, you requested for broken bones." She said nonchalantly, "Oh, and I only dislocated it," she said proudly."Fuck you," he groaned in pain."I can fix it if you want." She offered proudly."You'll pay for this!" "What insolence!" She clicked her tongue, drinking from the bottle once more. She emptied it, given the fact that some had spilled earlier."Come, let's go." She turned to Frost who was actually looking like frost."Are you ok?" She asked with genuine concern. Monty was still grunting by her feet. Only the music could be heard in the room. For a second there, she had completely forgotten about Brant."Uh-huh, I'm fine." Frost replied absentmindedly, finally closing
**MATURED CONTENT***He licked her cunt dry of her juices, brought her to the edge of the clift, but before she could jump off, he stopped everything he was doing.She sighed in disappointment. He smiled at her reaction."I'd love for you to blow me but right now, this guy would definitely explode in less than a couple of seconds if that mouth of yours touches it." Frost stated as he crawled his way to her mouth."Another time it is." She smiled, at least he had plans for next time. It was not just a one 'night of pleasure' thing.She needed to keep him at all costs. Even if Pops stated that she and Carl were not to compete, they both knew that it is always a competition with Pops. He'll definitely reward whoever gets to the bottom of it first.Her thoughts were interrupted by the preying of her mouth open by Frost's tongue.She gave in to her desire, opening her mouth for him to explore.She could taste herself on his lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the
If her hunch was right and the driver sitting behind that Audi was actually Randy, the last thing she needed was him knowing that she was actually Fabiola.She went back in, picked a table and enjoyed her drink. It was pretty late and her eyes were heavy with sleep, she needed to get home asap.From her spot, she had a clear view of the outside, clear enough to see Rand walking towards her. He could probably see her too, given the good lighting in the Restau.She waited patiently, exploring all her options to lose him. As if fate heard her cry, a delivery truck pulled up in the driveway, shielding both of them from each other's view. She took the opportunity to dash in the kitchen. Everyone was busy going about his or her own business. She marched to the storage room, grabbed a fresh set of kitchen aprons and its Jacket. She tossed the apron aside and dabbed the black jacket over her gown. She looked around to make sure no one was watching and there were no cameras around. Satisfie
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