Pedro's house is what you would describe as simple and cozy. Surrounded by a white picket fence and a garden on both sides of the walkway, the bungalow resembled a humble abode curled out from the countryside. Light poured from the porch, illuminating the step and the door. Being a gentleman, Pedro opened the door and ushered her into his house."Babe, are you home?" Pedro called from the foyer, as he pulled his shoes, dragging his suitcase with him. Avery got rid of her sneakers and followed Pedro into a warm living room filled the aroma of curry and fried chicken. A glass center table stood in the middle of the main area, surrounded by a collection of black leather cushions. The TV was on; but not too loud. The host was talking about some natural disaster happening in the Middle East. "I'm in the kitchen!" That would be Pedro's wife."Babe, meet Avery, Michael's..." Pedro zoned out, unsure of the right term to describe her and Michael's relationship."Secretary," she waved at the
"Nooo!" Avery jerked with a start, covered in a reservoir of sweat. The top of her plain tee was soaking wet, despite the cool weather. It was raining cats and dogs, the stone drops pelting down in torrents. It took her a while to recall where she was. Lighthouse Hospital... the Italian restaurant... Pedro... Nicki and Shawn... Pedro's house. She was sleeping in the guest room, until a bloody nightmare ruined her sleep, scaring the shit out of her."Michael!" Her chest heaved, rising and falling at a fast pace. It was pitch black outside. Thunder clapped, ripping through the rain drops followed by a sheet of lighting highlighting the naked street. Taking her mind away from the rain, she spotted the bedside clock on the nightstand, ticking rhythmically. 2. a. m.The first thing that came to her mind was to call Michael. Her hands and lips trembled, like a junkie needing a fix. She rolled the quilt aside and moved to the edge of the bed, turning on the lampshade to find her bearing
Eight hours ago...Michael stepped out of the Italian restaurant. Above him was a bed of heavy grey clouds, floating with a promise of a heavy downpour. Taking in a long pull of the fresh air, he sauntered to his bobber. The air was cooler, compared to the compressed one inside the restaurant. The restaurant would get a one star review from him. They were misinformed that they were coming to a brothel. Though, Michael would never pass off a good opportunity to release some fluid, Clara rubbed off on him the wrong way. Bad customer service. Repulsive attendant behavior. Dirty party tricks... It officially marked the end of his visit to the restaurant.Dismissing his anger, he returned to the distress at hand."How do I get in undetected?" The mission may appear simple to an ignorant spectator- confirm Dianne is safe. What skipped their mind was that there was neither a simple or difficult mission. Anything could go wrong at any fucking time, which meant roughly fifteen year minimum
Michael and patience cannot be put in the same sentence. As the rain torrented, firing bullets of water against the windows, he grew restive. Dr Tancredi left him and Dianne in the ward to attend to another patient. He paced the floor, praying fervently for the rain to stop. He didn't remember when he prayed last. Sister Martha told them in the orphanage that no matter how far a person is from God, God is never far from them. All it takes is a genuine call to Him, and he'd answer. Facing the window, he strung few words he recalled from Sister Martha's prayers during devotion. He didn't ask for much. He asked that Avery be safe, and that the rain hold its peace, because it was stopping him from getting to Avery. Ever since he confirmed Dianne's health status, he had been itching to leave the hospital. Frustrated, he brought out his phone from his pocket. If he expected God to overlook his imperfections, he had it coming. He gave up waiting for a miracle and chose to dial Avery's
"Fuck!" The thugs screamed. "You broke my good wrist! What kind of a monster are you?"Avery's hatred for him had set an untamed monster loose. When pushed against a hard surface, holding back would be a miracle."A monster on the prowl, thirsty for blood."Michael sent another knuckle-duster punch across his face, tearing both flesh and bone. His hands and singlet were stained in blood. Sprinkles of blood dotted his face. Two, out of the thugs, were dead, ready for cremation.They burn the bodies of their dead prisoners to erase evidences that might give them away. For five years, they have been able to run a clean operation, devoid of mistakes. Zephyr took care of the burning process, turning all evidence to ash.However, a new police detective just arrived in town. Rumours had it that he was diligent in his job, leaving no stone unturned. The astute rookie posed a great threat to the team. A minor mistake could expose their clandestine operations and permanently shut them down.For
"You said that to him?!" Beatrice exclaimed, holding a rolling pin. "Oh girl, that's not a way to talk to someone who has been so kind to you." Avery leaned against the kitchen island. She and Beatrice were in aprons, making brown bread and oyster soup. Her mother had requested she brought her favorite to her when next she came visiting. As fate would have it, she found a bag of oysters in the deep freezer, Beatrice had bought out of necessity. Coincidentally, she knew someone who loved the same food. She recalled their days in his office when they enjoyed relative peace. He fought her over ownership of her food, and gobbled them, smacking his lips...and her ass. Her countenance fell as she chopped the rosemary leaves. Her eyes were heavy from lack of sleep. She couldn't sleep a wink all night. It was cold and empty within empty- the same Michael she almost went rogue for. Funny how, ironically, she pushed him out of her room like he meant nothing to her. While thinking of how
Michael summoned the rest of the team to the basement. The meeting was impromptu, but a potential threat had invaded his space, and he couldn't sit back and watch his city burn to the ground. After what the thug told him and Zephyr, standing by would be disastrous. "I sincerely hope you didn't pull me out of work to plan a surprise party. I had to bribe Craig with my lunch to cover up for me again." Pedro feigned annoyance, taking the chair behind the line of computers. He never jokes with his lunch, especially the ones made by Beatrice. Michael learned that the hard way. "Who am I tracking?" "You're not tracking anybody," Michael sighed, peeling an apple with a switch knife. Belinda stood beside the monitors, imitating a no nonsense shield agent. Michael gave her a curt nod to acknowledge her presence. "At least not yet." "Where's Zephyr," Belinda asked. "Is he on an official assignment?" Michael sliced through the apple and popped a quarter into his mouth. "Kinda. Remember t
"I'm not sure he's coming," Avery sighed, her hopes sinking to the bottom of the ocean. "He's still mad at me."Avery was worried now. Three hours had passed, yet, Michael's number was unreachable. She dialed his phone the umpteenth time, tapping her foot against the floor. Switched off...again.'Ahhh!' she screamed internally. At a point, she thought of going to the office. Most people occupy themselves with work to manage stress and trauma. She caused him both; she was to blame for everything."He'll come around," Beatrice assured. They finished cooking two hours ago. After packing up her mother's ration in a stainless food flask, she stuffed a bigger flask with Michael's portion portion. Avery refused to taste the meal until she saw or heard from Michael. She finally managed to take a bite as Beatrice would not let her step out of the house on an empty stomach. "He's probably caught up in a meeting. Relax and keep a positive mind." Avery and Beatrice sat in the living room, wait
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