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
Shawn opened the mini refrigerator and took out a bottle for Aubrey, a new product, home to Cleveland. Avery decided she'd not accept the wine if he offered her a glass. She could not trust someone who threatened to harm a pregnant woman and her unborn child. He pressed his thumb on the glove compartment and it slid inward, revealing four sets of wine glasses. Taking out two glasses, he filled them halfway and presented a glass to Avery. Avery shook her head, withdrawing farther from him. She'd be damned to take the cup.When he saw Avery would not accept the drink, he took a sip from both cups and swallowed. "If I wanted to hurt you, I'd do it to your face," he shrugged. "So, are you gonna take the drink or not?""No, thanks." Avery remained adamant. "I'm good.""Suit yourself." Shawn mumbled. He emptied her glass in one full swig, gulping noisily. "Hmmm. An exquisite taste from the vines of Empires own winery. I misjudged the drink by the bottle," he raised the wine bottle to his
Nicki took out the fourth cigarette stick and lighted it, sitting with Madeline and Caroline at the balcony of her Queen sized bedroom. With her heart shattered, a bottle of bourbon and some cigarettes would get her mind off the constant heartbreaks. Caroline was beside Madeline, yapping about her high school darling, holding a cocktail flute in her hand. She'd been in love with him since first grade.Nicki removed herself from their conversation. Her mind was someplace else. She crossed her legs on the rattan chair, and poured herself a glass on bourbon. The glass would clear her head, opening her mind to better strategies. Michael had been her dream man. She had loved him since sixth grade, explicitly making her intentions known to him.In the society they lived in, the rich rolled with the rich, while the poor maintained their stool at the lowest rung of the ladder. But Michael was different. He had nothing. He was an orphaned child needing a fix in his life. When she met him at
Michael parked his Bobber a good distance from the building, beside the sidewalk of a mall, buzzing with activity. His sat on a wooden bench, focusing on the registry. The front of the one story building was painted a deep maroon colour, with a Cathedral on the left and a casino on the left. The Cathedral was as old as the registry. Anyone would conclude that the church was built to compliment the registry, in case of an emergency wedding.A couple of cars spotted the parking area of the registry. None of them belonged to Nicki or Shawn. The cars were below their class. Michael Shawn clearly was up to no good. He dialed Avery's number and discovered her phone was switched off."Fuck!" He raked his hands through his hair, groaning and cursing. His greasy body needed a hot bath, but that was the least of his problems. Avery's phone never went off. It was unusual for her phone to be off."What have you done to Avery, Shawn?" Michael grunted, thinking of what to do. If he got to Avery,
The limo pulled up the old registry. Avery's held the food flash to her chest, dreading what Shawn would do to her, and then to Michael. He was a man on a mission, wounded from his past. Although, his story might have some merit, she had learned the hard way not to jump rashly into conclusions. Michael had a right to say his own part of the story."We're here," Shawn opened the limo door and climbed out of the limo, holding his staff with him. "Do you want me to ask you to step out of the car?"'What's with the ridiculous looking staff?' Avery wanted to blurt.On their way there, he had called some men to meet him at the registry. From the reservation in his voice, they were not guest for the party. Something terrible sad up. She could feel it down to her bones. She debated leaving the limo into the registry. Aside the dangers biting into her skin, she didn't want to witness Michael and Nicki holding hands. It broke her the first time; a second time would shatter her to piece. For th
"Who the fuck is getting married to whom?!" On hearing his voice, Avery spun in his direction, her face lightning up the hall. Michael snarled at Shawn, his towering frame filling the entrance. With his chest rising and falling, he marched into the hall, a deafening silence taking over the atmosphere. His eyes traveled to Shawn's hand holding Avery. He tamped down the nucleus of anger clomping his throat, as he focused his attention on Avery."What the fuck happened to your phone?" He asked, snatching her hand away from Shawn."How ironical," Shawn smirked. "Few days ago, I was the one protecting her from you. Now, I'm the bad guy," he laughed. "I'm always the bad guy. I love being the bad guy.""I asked a fucking question," Michael snapped. "Who the fuck is getting married.""I am." Shawn grinned, caressing a small black staff with a golden hilt. "To the lady behind you."Michael nostrils flared. He didn't want to jump into conclusions just yet. "Did she agree to it?"Shawn's grin e
'Okay. Take a deep breath,' Avery closed her eyes, and did as her subconscious had instructed. 'This has to be a joke.'Her pulse reverberated in her cheeks. Maybe an inward reflection would help her understand what was going one. One minute, Shawn was planning to marry her against her will, and the very next, a hundred million bounty was on her head.What in the world of crazy is going on!She didn't want to die. Too much was at stake. There had to be something she could do to pacify Nicki; something she could forgo; a part of her she must surrender. The deeper she racked her brain, the closer she felt to the end. She had more to live for. Her mother, her aspirations, Michael...Oh Michael.If what he said was true, she had a right to give him a chance. She dragged Michael's arm, feeling the vibrations in it."What are we going to do?" she muttered helplessly. "I don't want to die."One of the thugs lunged at Michael, swinging the rod above him. Michael, dodged the attack and caught h
Michael ran faster than the speed of light, using the sound of gunshots and objects splintering to guide himself. He was shirtless and cold, but he would be damned if he was too late to get to Avery. For someone short on good food for more than forty eight hours, with his energy tank at an all time low, Michael gratefully banked on the residue of energy he had left.He burst into a dense forest and paused, spinning on the spot to check out his surrounding, inhaling the fresh musk and woody scent. Shocked at the new environment, Michael realized they were not at junkyard. While he was out cold, Shawn had transported him to some remote forest he wasn't sure where it was. "Where are we?" He asked himself, his breath ragged.An explosion rent the air, shaking the earth. He stopped breathing, as Avery crossed his mind. He could only pray she was not exposed to the cross fire. He would never be able to live normally if she lost as little as a strand of hair from on her precious head. Judg
"You're bluffing, right?" Shawn chuckled blandly. He stomped over to Shawn, breathing fire into Khalid's face. Khalid's composure didn't falter. He was unusually calm for someone who just launched a nuclear reactor, like it meant nothing.Sighing, Khalid dipped his hand into his back pocket and withdrew his wallet. He took out a paper, which turned out to be a folded picture. He brushed past Shawn and came to Michael's front. "Does this clear your doubts?"Michael had many things to say; many questions to ask, but his vocal cords betrayed him. The picture is old- forty years or more- but he recognized them at first glance. Right there in the picture is young Sister Martha and young Khalid in some beach."We took this picture when we sneaked out of the house to spend time together," Khalid offered in a solemn voice.Michael frowned. "I don't understand. What do you mean sneak out?""This is bullshit!" Shawn cried, unknowingly interrupting Khalid from speaking. "I can't believe this! I'
Michael blinked awake on his knees, straining from chains joining his wrists to a stone wall behind him. Aside the small dim yellow light in the dark space, smelling of rot, blood and death, the room was grim dark. He hung down from the weight, his head lowered to the ground, dripping with water. His shoulders hurt from the awkward stretch. He was about to drag himself upright when he noticed he was completely restricted. His ankles were locked in chains, attach to sockets on the concrete ground. Save his briefs, Michael was otherwise naked. Sweat poured from his body, leaving trails of fire over the fresh bruises he sustained on his back. The room exuded heat that could shame the blaze of Summer. Avery's face drifted into his subconscious. He had many things he needed to apologize for. He was a total jerk, and there was no justification for the pain he caused her. She deserves more than a loser like him.The pain jolted him fully awake. "Where am I?" he asked, scanning the room fo
Michael drove past his speed limit and beat the distance to the abandoned junkyard in record time. It was dark and cloudy, thunder tumbling high above. He saw red. His teeth clamped so hard his gums hurt. If the steering wheel were human, it would scream in pain at the intensity of Michael's naked grip on it. The clouds parted, and rain descended in torrents. "Shawn!" Michael parked the car in front of the junkyard. The lights were was on. Hardly had the engine died when he jumped out of the car with fatal vexation and tight balls of fury for hands. "Show yourself!"He took the earthen walkway to the front of an old office, walled by rows and columns of condemned cars stacked on top of each other. He gritted his teeth, bounding towards the entrance.The rain plastered his hair to his face, running above his eyes. He was less concerned about it, not the prickly sensation around his abdomen, reminding him that his healing was incomplete. To hell with his pain! There would be no rest
That morning...Cooking had never been more stressful. What used to be her favorite past time was now a burdensome chore. Avery scrunched her nose as she turned strips of bacon frying in olive oil on the gas. The offensive aroma irritated her gut and upset her stomach, making her want to puke. It would be her third vomit in two brief hours.Avery turned off the gas stove and lifted a hand to her temple, massaging it. Her knees were weak, and there was a banging ache in her head. Constantly, she wiped beads of sweat from her brows with the back of her hand. She woke up with a nauseous sensation and had emptied her dinner in the toilet. It was not the first time. The vomiting started the previous week. Her instincts told her what it likely was, but she was adamant to shove it aside, until the vomiting became frequent. She took the pregnancy test on her toilet seat and it came out positive. She cried for hours, berating herself for the mistake of that morning. The sex was so good that
Michael collected the file, sharing nervous glances with Pedro. The long awaited moment was here. He was nervous and excited at the same time, not sure of what to find. In a couple of minutes, the truth would be revealed. "How did you get his hair in the first place?" Michael asked, sating his curiosity. Ever since his misunderstanding with Avery, he lost track of the outside world."It doesn't matter now," Pedro shifted on the stool, urging Michael to open the envelope. "Just open the damn thing."Michael squinted his brows at Belinda. His subconscious told him she already knew the truth. "Who is he?" he asked.Belinda smacked her forehead. "My employees would never ask me dumb questions. I'd fire them without batting an eye." Pedro whistled, as Michael growled. "They are my employees. I call the ultimate shot.""And they fear me," Belinda held his gaze, unwavering. "Last time I checked, you made me chief."Furious, Michael tore the brown envelop, and fished out the folded white p
"Thank you for saving my ass again, man," Michael drooled, tasting alcohol on his tongue. "What would I have done without you?"Pedro had come over to check up on him. His wounds had completely healed, but the tear on his heart still bled. Two weeks has passed since he heard from Avery. Many times, he thought of going to her house and dragging her to his place, but his fragile ego would not be bruised."You'd have been long dead," Pedro laughed. Michael joined in the laugh, although not from the depth of his heart. "I got your back man.""By the way, thank you for sending the beacon home," Michael slurred on his drink. "That was thoughtful of you.""I knew we'd need help," Pedro shrugged. "So I went prepared.""I missed out in all the fun," Michael snorted. "Fredrico did me dirty." They laughed as they reminisced on the incident in the warehouse. "Did we catch any of them?" Pedro sighed, and shook his head. Michael nodded, getting the message. "They escaped...again." He downed the gl
The one good thing about coming back from the dead is the reception of Avery slithering on Michael's dick. The hospital romp was good. He finally had the chance to fulfill his fantasies. But right now, it's a new ball game entirely. Waking up to your favorite person, smelling exactly like you, beautiful by a landslide, bouncing her ass on your dick has to be the best thing yet.Although recovering, Michael molted at the sight of Avery. He needed a bath and some food. But the sumptuous meal presented to him was better than whatever was in the tray. She was a full course he couldn't resist...even if he tried to.She sat right on top of him, closing her knees together, as her cream rolled down his dick to the crack of his butt. She was dripping wet and fucking tight, just the way he liked it.He thwacked her ass, opening her legs. "Ride that dick, bitch."Avery spread her thighs and placed her hands on his chest, her body glistening with sweat. She parted her lips, and leaned for a kiss.
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