Avery's heart was beating in her ears. She didn't understand why her hands were shaking or why she wanted that ground to open up and swallow her when Michael kissed Nicki. Michael and her were nothing; their relationship was undefined. But she could not help feeling affected- offended- by the sight. He lied to her about the status of their relationship. He even made up a convincing back story, and she'd swallowed it hook, line and sinker. He played her. He fucking played her! She was pained for falling head deep into his bullshit. Had Nicki not interrupted them, back in the office, she was about doing what she promised herself she wouldn't do- giving up her virginity on his desk. More than that, she hated herself for believing him. She let her guard down, which would never happen again. "Can I have your attention, ladies and gents?" The Master of Ceremony tapped the microphone, catching everyone's attention. "The program is about to begin and I want us to settle down in our
It was not the loss of the award that pissed Michael off; he had enough to stuff a warehouse full to the brim. Nicki could harp about some foul play for all he cared. He was angry at Shawn for dragging Avery into his shit. Avery spat out the content in her mouth, as her eyes widened to the point of saucers. Michael's eyes locked with hers. From all indications, he caught her unawares. He pulled out his phone from his suit pocket and sent a short message to Pedro on iMessenger. "Shawn is back." It was a warning. Pedro would understand. He's smart, that's one trait he liked about Pedro. He always knew what to do. "What? Are you sure he's the one?" Pedro replied almost immediately. "Could be his clone or something." Michael felt Pedro's unease. He'd be pacing the length of his office by now. "I've gotta go now. I'll meet you and the boys later." "Sure. Shawn coming back to Empire City is bad news. I'll assemble the boys." Jaws clenched, Michael returned the phone into his
Avery's body trembled like a leaf sailing in a storm. When Michael and Shawn disappeared into the restroom for only God knew what, she ran out of the hall with her belongings, gathering the flairs of her dress to her front. Inhaling the cool spring air, she took in a sufficient drag, and descended the flight of stairs to hail a cab. The last thing she wanted was to be the centre of attention in a place that nearly suffocated her. Thankfully, a cab pulled to her front in no time. She jumped into the back seat and released a breath she didn't know she was holding. The windows were wined down, allowing the chilly evening breeze seep into the car. Although, it was cold against her skin, it was the best option against the sea of spectators itching to strangle her in the party. Hugging her purse to her midsection, she lowered her head and wished a fairy godmother would materialize from nowhere and undo the last two hours of her life. "Where to, ma'am?" The lively voice of the cabby
By the time Avery regained consciousness, her back was flat against a soft bouncy bed, a woolen quilt drawn to her chin. Lavender and citrus wafted into her nose, the air, cool against her skin. Eyes closed, she relished the strange environment with a growing smile on her face, drawing as much of the celestial scent into her lungs as she could. She was not home, that much was certain. Her bed at home was hard as rock. She'd wake up on with stiff neck and a string of expletives, potent enough to burn the poor bed to ashes. But this right here, sure feels like heaven. She splayed her hands and legs beneath the quilt, sinking deeper into the bed. While she was making herself comfortable on the strange bed, a clatter from somewhere downstairs broke into her fantasy. Her brows creased into a frown. When did her father's bungalow become a story building? The house doesn't have a basement either. Then it hit her like a freight train. She was dragged into a dark alley by some men...s
Peeling his eyes open, Michael groaned awake on the sofa in the living room. He blinked the haze out of his eyes, as a splitting pain wracked through his skull. Gradually, the 62 inches Samsung LED TV zoomed into focus, as well as the pretty lady wearing his black pajamas sitting on the centre table across from him- the same hot-headed lady he saved her from lowlifes, who thought it was okay to pay him back with a bat to his skull. His head hurts really badly. Wincing, he made to touch his head, but he couldn't. What the hell? Did she just... He jerked fully awake, grounding his teeth, "Why am I tied up like a fucking criminal in my own house?" As if the bashing was not enough, Avery had him tied on the sofa with cords he didn't know he had. His hands and legs were tied behind him in the most uncomfortable position as possible. His shoulders ached and his lungs protested terribly. He'd be needing his pills, or else, he's fucked. The bat beside her, propped against the glass
More than ever, Michael resolutely stood his ground. Avery needed his protection, and he would protect her with the very essence of his life. With Nicki on the prowl, and Shawn's unexpected return to Empire City, Michael wanted her out of their prying eyes as far as possible. Nicki, he could deal with, but Shawn... A dark cloud loomed over Shawn. He came for revenge prepared. The trumpet of war wailed loudly in his ears. Blood and regret littered the battlefield. He might not be able to stop Shawn from raining hell on his universe, but he'd do everything within him to protect Avery from his volcanic touch. Bundled up like pieces of firewood waiting to be stoked, Michael lay on his side, waiting for her response. Her watched her face morphed from helpless to anger. She stood to her feet, balling her hands into fists, her hair falling over her face. "No!" Michael rolled his eyes and groaned, bored with the whole back and forth. He was almost done untying the knots. Just one t
Michael went upstairs to his room to make true to his end of the deal. Avery's scent wafted into his lungs, soothing his grazing nerves. Sitting on his desk, he pulled the telephone closer and punched in the hospital number. On know who he was, the flabbergasted receptionist referred him to the head physician. On connecting, he stated his business in a formal tone, saying who he was and why he called, of course, excluding details of his deal with Avery. A bank account was sent to his mail, to which he responded in tow. He went down to the kitchen to inform Avery the deal was done. She released a sigh, but the calmness flew out the window immediately it set in, when she was hell bent on going to the hospital to be with her mother. Michael held her back and convinced her to , at least, change into something more lady-like, if she didn't want people asking questions. He coaxed her into having breakfast, unwilling to let her leave on empty stomach. It was eleven a.m. with grey clou
"Can we not go out in your car?" Avery shifted on her feet, her hands parked into the front pouch of the grey hoodie she was wearing. She was afraid of being spotted in public with Michael, after his fake engagement with Nicki that half of Empire City probably knew about now. "I have a very bad idea about this." Despite herself, she could not stop gawking at Michael's luxury home. He has a good taste for the good things of life. The villa was furnished to first class standard, shimmering with modernity and high tech electronics. His garage was another wonder in itself. Wider than her father's bungalow, it housed a row of exotic cars that could embarrass the Mayor's entourage. The striking thing about him was that the cars where all painted in black. From the Boxster Convertible to a sleek Lamborghini Aventador to the Toyota Urban Cruiser. Her mouth rounded in awe when her eyes settled on a black shiny car behind the SUV. Sweet Mary... Is that a Grand Tourer?! She knew Michael wa
Michael curled the gown up to her waist, exposing her dripping pussy to the coolness in the room. Her pussy was bare before him, wet with need and a deep penetration. He made her cum several times in the hospital, hitting her sweet candy till she became lightheaded, like a junkie in his own paradise, basking in a sky of rainbows and sunshine.However, Avery felt she was being selfish with her needs. Michael needed all the rest he could get. His body was still repairing itself from the damage it had accumulated."Michael," she began, "I think we should-" Avery gripped the sheets for support, as the tip of his tongue passed over her soaked front. Heaven collided with earth, sparking a colourful hue at the back of her head. The euphoria it brought slammed her against her will, her tongue plastered to the roof of her mouth.He swatted her ass with one hand, introducing his middle finger into her pussy, sliding it at a painstakingly slow temper that got her reeling for orgasm. "We should
At first glance, Avery burst into tears. Michael's face was swollen, and his left eye was bandaged. His house was magnificent alright, but Michael's grave condition didn't give her luxury of time to admire the beautiful patterns of the mansion. He blended modern and classical art into one, donning the corners with ornate indoor plants in vases of varying sizes.The cushions matched the curtains, and the walls of each room were painted white, save the elongated kitchen in a soft green hue, decked with all kinds of equipment for any recipe of choice.He slept noiselessly on his king-size bed, twitching at some point, but that was all about it. Days ticked slowly by, until a week passed on them. Pedro and Belinda force her to take a break after the third day. She hadn't slept well, and honestly her stomach could use a nice meal.Her mother called on one of those days- she could not recall which day it was- to check up on her. She didn't want to leave Michael all by himself, even though B
Two nights ago...A cold wind breezed into the ward from the open window. Avery brought her knees to her chest, lying on the hospital bed, rubbing her shoulder with her arms. Tossing her hand to the side, she was met with an empty bed. His side of the bed felt cold and unused, as if he never slept in it.Sitting up, she winced at the slight ache coming from her lady parts. Michael was almost gentle on her, being her first time. He dominated her, and yet gave her time to get used to him. He was simultaneously rough and smooth, teaching her how to bend to his lead, at the same time, deriving peak pleasure. Despite herself, her body wanted more of his violent caresses. He made her squirt uncontrollably, muffling her moans with his lips...and huge dick. Thinking about him alone made pooled water between the thighs. She closed her legs, shoving the need to the back of her head, as she focused her mind on finding Michael's.Forcing her eyes open, she sat up with a frown registered on her
Michael woke with a startle, chasing his breath. He had a nightmare. In the dream, Khalid had Avery in a headlock with a gun pressed to her head. He ordered him to stand down if he wanted Avery alive. He dropped the gun to the ground and raised his hands in surrender. But Khalid, being the devil that he was, shot Avery in the head and made him watch her fall to the ground."Avery!" He yelled, panting profusely. He was alone in a brightly lit room. Aside the rhythmic pulse of a heartbeat monitor, coupled with the pacing of his heart, the room was pin drop silent. It took him a while to get used to his environment. The Underground.Sitting on a hospital bed with IV tubes passed into his hands, he disconnect them from his body, and rolled out of bed. His legs buckled, making him crash to the ground, with some tools clattering to the ground. Sordid pain wracked through his body, but he would not be deterred. He had to see Avery to be sure she was okay.The door opened almost immediately.
Wham!"Make him pay for what he did to your brother!" Yoshiro fueled the big guy, urging him to pummel Michael more. "Hit him harder!"The big guy went berserk. He removed his suit and rolled up his sleeves. His torso was fully tattooed to the neck. He wore a suspense belt above the sky blue dress shirt soaking with stinking perspiration. "Is it a crime to take a shower?" Despite himself, Michael scrunched his nose, as the smell grew pungent. "If your punch doesn't kill me, your stench will."The big guy yelled as another swing connected to his Michael's face, tearing his left brow. He spat on Michael and rolled up his left sleeves. "Fuck!" Michael grunted. "You could have said you don't want my advice. I could have saved it for someone else."The racking sound of bone smashing bone filled the air. Zip-cuffed to a metal arm chair, Michael doubled over, spitting and coughing out blood, his hands fisted. He was right about the big guy. Unfortunately, one of the guards Michael killed
Michael and Pedro crawled into the warehouse unheard...or so they thought.Hiding behind a row of old stacked sacks, they squatted with the rifles in hand, ready for assault. Michael scanned the surrounding. They were relatively hidden, as the halogen lamps above them were not working, covered in cobwebs."Have you connect into their server?" Michael asked, scanning the area with the gun raised. Pedro's fingers tapped away at the screen. "I'm in, baby," he grinned, wiggling a brow. "Pedro did this one." Michael rolled his eyes. "Be serious, Man. You're in the field now, not in the base."Pedro snorted. "Always uptight. Can't you take a jo-"Michael raised his pointer to his lips, shutting him up as Khalid's voice filtered into their ears, gruff as they remembered. Michael's jaw ticked, his finger firm on the trigger. "Not to say I don't trust you, but I have to know if those diamonds are real," Khalid said, whipping his nose with his thumb, as his manner was. On a Safari hat, he wa
"Pull up here," Michael instructed, wearing the nose mask. "We can't go too close, or we'll blow our cover.""Understood." Pedro killed the engine. They had a three yard distance to cover to the warehouse. "We will be needing a gun?"Michael halted. He bit back the rude remark simmering in his chest. "Are you asking me that now? What do you think we're here for? Take pictures of the ?"Pedro pulled up by the shoulder of the road and killed the engine. "I'm scared, okay. I'm freaking the fuck out.""Told yah!" Michael shrugged. Pedro touched him in the arm. "I'm serious, man. You're not helping."Michael laughed. "You'll pull through. Have a little bit of faith, and a little bit of fear."Pedro exhaled slowly. "This is my first rodeo. I- I don't know what to do." He raked his hands through his hair. "Any kind words?"Michael released a breath. He was short on time with the mission. The longer he spent motivating Pedro, the slimmer his chances of nabbing the Khalid. Drug dealers wasted
"How're you feeling?"Pedro asked Michael, passing him a coffee foil cup.Michael collected it from him. "Much better than before." He sat beside him in the reception. The number of people in the hall had reduced by half. He counted ten of them, including himself, Pedro, and the receptionist behind the desk. He left Avery to sleep in the ward and came down to meet Pedro. Belinda had returned to the restaurant, and Zephyr was keeping guard of the hospital with some trusted hands. The only person absent was Dianne. His pulse picked up a pace. "Where's Dianne?" he asked Pedro."Sleeping in her ward." he replied. "Don't worry about her. I asked Zephyr to watch over her. She's fine. "The tension melted from his shoulders. He took a sip, welcoming the warmth flushing down his parched throat. Latte. Just what he'd been looking for. "How did you know I'll be needing this?"Pedro release a breath. "Because I'm a genius?" "Because you're a genius." Michael cackled. "You know me too much."Pe
"Do you take Caroline Frost as your legally wedded wife, before God and man, till death do you part," the priest asked.It was a beautiful Summer beach wedding with two columns of plastic chairs, facing the soon-to-be couple- Shawn and Caroline. The sun was high above them, casting golden rays on the faces of family and friends beautifully dressed for the occasion. The bride's family took the from rows of the left column. Gwen and a couple more of Caroline's relatives sat at the front rows, waving at Caroline. Nicki and Maddy were behind them, filming the union with their phones.His family sat on the right column. Darkstone and Mama were his only family. Some respectable members of the cartel graced the wedding, offering moral support. His eyes shifted to the empty seat that should have been occupied by his late parents and sister. Mama gave him a comforting smile, and he nodded in respect."Shawn?" Caroline's voice altered his thoughts. He returned his focus to Caroline, holding a