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
"Pedro!" Avery ran to Pedro, pulling his shirt, with her bloodied hands. She didn't know the others he brought with him, and honestly, she cared less about them. "Michael is seriously injured. Call an ambulance!"Pedro signalled to a tall huge man in a long black coat. The man nodded in understanding and went with the only woman in the group to where Michael was. He instructed the others in kevlar vests and guns to stay on guard. They kept their guns aimed at Shawn and the other ladies in the room."He'll pull through," he smiled reassuring, cupping Avery's hands."He's bleeding profusely, Pedro. He needs immediate care," she shivered. "I- I don't want to lose him. He saved my life."Pedro pulled her into a comforting hug. "You're not gonna lose him. Michael has too much to live for." "Long time no see, Ped," Shawn wiped Michael's blood from his staff. "Still licking Michael's boots?"Pedro's pulse raced against Avery's ears. She felt him tense against her, as he responded. "I see yo
"He needs blood," Dr Tancredi broke the sour news, her voice low and contemplating. "He has lost too much blood. It's a miracle he's still breathing." Avery, Pedro, Victoria and Dianne were in a ward with Michael lying on a hospital bed. The second man drove back to the registry to take care of the mess, erasing Michael and Avery's prints from the scene. He also agreed to stop by at a restaurant to get Dianne some food to eat. Avery had forgotten the food flasks in Shawn's car, due to the commotion at the registry. Avery sat at the edge of the hospital bed, holding Michael's hand. A couple of nurses got rid of his tattered hoodie and helped him into a blue hospital gown. Avery did not miss the naughty sexual remarks they made about him, but she let it slide. Michael needed all the help his body required to pull through, even though it came from cheap mannerless nurses throwing themselves at an unconscious man. "He's so cute," one of them, a Latino with brunette curls tied
Avery woke up later on the bed. It took her a while to recall where she was. It was dark already. The Venetian window blinds slashed the crescent sitting on a bed of grey curtains into three unequal halves, serenaded by twinkling stars. The white ambient light on the room was turned low. She was grateful for the thoughtfulness of whoever came up with the brilliant idea.Closing her eyes, a small smile curled up the ends of her lips, as she recalled the dream she had. In the dream, Michael and her were married. He flew her to the Bahamas for their honeymoon, spoiling her with material gifts and chocolate cakes.They lodged in a beach house, spending their day in the summer sun, and crowning their wayward adventure with a sweaty dripping sex.The sex was good...really good.He treated her like a whore, even when he knew she was a virgin. He plundered her pussy and feasted on her nipples like a starved predator. He bent her to his will and shockingly, she enjoyed every bit of it, asking
"I've waited for long for this," Michael removed Avery's tee in a split second, discarding it to the tiled floor. He deepened the kiss, bringing his hands to her ripe bosom, squeezing them with the bra.The feeling hits harder when you squeeze the melons with the bra on.Avery moaned between the kiss, hissing in ecstacy. "We should not be doing this. Not here.""I know," he lowered his hands to her abdomen, mapping her soft milky skin. She might not be in the class of ladies that spend a fortune on beauty products, Avery's skin needed no tending. She was a natural with blessed assets.And he loved it that way.Despite herself, she wanted Michael to take her to the verge. Her body sought his touch, even when her mind refuted. Michael sensed the conflict she was battling with. He sighed and dropped his hands to his side, his hard member jostling for freedom. "Avery," he began, keeping his hands to himself against his primal urge to devour her where she sat. He had to be straight with h
Avery fell on the bed, light-headed, catching her fading breath. The wet dreams were hot- at least, she came by her fingers during the ordeal- but, what she felt in reality trumped her fantasies. Michael's mouth and fingers on her defied her imagination.She wiped her brows with the back of her hand. The crescent had disappeared and dark cloud blanketed the night. Lightening flashed, a harbinger of another pelting rainfall. "Not bad for a first time," she heard Michael chuckle. She sat on her butt and closed her legs, not having completely gotten rid of her shyness. This was what she wanted. It felt so good it scared her. She didn't want Michael to think she was cheap.The way she screamed his named, cuffed his neck with her legs, writhing under him, pulling at his hair...Michael would definitely call her a slut."Are you okay?" he asked. She felt his hand on her thigh, warm against her skin, the covering she needed against the cold clutching at her soul. Denying Michael was denying
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