"The plane would obviously have other passengers, innocent people. Bombing it would mean spilling a lot of blood and it would attract the media." I said looking at both brothers."Yes, it will." Maxine agreed, speaking for the first time since I entered the room."But the media might be unable to get anything tangible since the location of the bombing would put the plane in the sea." Hollis added."Yes, true." I agreed. "But what if the transporters like you call them are not carrying a lot of molly. Let's look at it this way, from your conversation, you said there will be a few transporters on the plane. Now these transporters will only carry a few kilogram of Molly at a time. When you get the possible figures of the transporters and get the amount of Molly they are carrying, do you think it would be worth bombing the plane for that amount of Molly.""Good point." Hollis hummed. "So, what better alternative do you have?""If you really need to stop the transporters, you could identif
"How old are you, Hollis." I wondered aloud as we walked into a den. "This is where the guards hang out when they’re not working," he explained. The space had everything to keep overgrown children entertained. A stocked kitchen, ping-pong and pool table, a big screen Television, and a wall of movies and video games. It also had patio doors that opened up onto a pool outside. "Are you avoiding my question on purpose?" I put it to him. "What. Oh, I’m thirty," he answered, distracted. We made our way down another hallway. "Some of the night guards sleep in here," he whispered, pointing at the bedroom doors that were closed. I could hear off-tempo snoring and wheezing through the door. At the end of the hall was a room, housing a fully equipped gym with windows that looked out onto the pool. There were two men in the middle of the room and a large opened box next to them. "It’s a high-speed treadmill," Hollis announced. "I had the room fixed up as a gym and some of the extra
"Okay, so apart from keeping me company, what else did he ask you to do for me?" "Run all your errands, prepare your meal, make sure you're comfortable and lack nothing. I work and answer to you...and you alone at least for now. So you decide what you want me to do for you." "Hmm, he didn't, by chance, ask you to make sure I don't run away?" She paused briefly before replying truthfully. "Yes, that too." "So, aside from all you've mentioned, what else can you do?" "I can keep you entertained with news, jokes, history....." "History of certain people?" "I believe so," Alessia replied. "I'd like a little historical breakdown of your Boss." I blurted out. "He asked you to tell me everything I need to know, didn't he?" "Yes, he did," Alessia replied, still standing. "Good, now tell me about him. Everything, no matter how little." She stiffened. "I...... don't you think you should find out from him." "Alessia, If I wanted to find out from him, I wouldn't be asking yo
There were other guards lined in the trees. I saw heads popping through other trees every once in a while. "Is this what you do all day? Stand here?" I asked swatting mosquitoes away and rubbing my arms. It was getting a bit chilly and buggy in the shade that I looked back at the warm, bug-free house with longing. Standing in front of the porch was Alessia, straight face with phone in placed on her ear, obviously answering a call. "Oh, no," Hugh exclaimed and pointed at a head that popped out about thirty feet away. "Sometimes I get to stand over there too." In my head, I was trying to run a math division. The approximate size of the property divided by the thirty feet that separated each guard would equal the number of big men with guns that I had to worry about and then I remembered that my math skills were barely amazing. "How many of you are there?" "There’s just one of me, Ugo." He told me, wiggling his eyebrows. "But if you mean other guards, I don’t know. It var
HOLLIS After having a private meeting with Don Pedro about his various investments and some of the ways he could consider managing them better. I stood to see him and his daughter off, but he announced that he was meant to be at another important meeting and pleaded that I see that Elsa got home in one piece. The man had pulled me hurriedly to see him off and when I got back to the table, I met a fuming Elsa, with my cellphone placed on the table. I had left with Don Pedro hurriedly that I forgot to tuck it back into my pocket. "You have a fiancee?" She asked before I could settle into the opposite seat. "What?" I asked ignoring the anger splashed across her face. "Some chick called and said you're her fiancee" Elsa replied. I picked up my phone and checked through the call log. A call from Alessia, I sighed when I started fixing the puzzle. Ugo must have gotten pissed and made an announcement that is going to rock her world and mine in a not-so-good way. "Damn, what did you sa
UGO Hollis turned his bare back to me. The strong back was crisscrossed with scars. Old scars faded to nearly his skin tone with age. What the hell had happened to him? There was a tattoo on his upper arm that I spotted as he started to turn back to face me, but I couldn’t quite make out what it was. Then, well, there was the whole front of him to see. I knew he was strongly built, but I don’t think I was fully prepared for just how well-built he was under that black suit of his. This was my first ever time to have a slow, up-close, and careful look at his body. Taking it all in. He had a lean build, but his six-pack brick steel body was something that could make any woman cry for joy. And the best part of it is his Adonis belt, the only feature I see in a man and I'll desire to eat ice cream off his body. That deeply etched V that disappears into the waistband of his pants was the kind of thing that graced the covers of men’s fitness magazines. I didn’t want to be impressed by his
I looked at the ring continuously. The words I wanted to say all got stuck somewhere in my throat. "I'll definitely kill you." I whispered more to myself but his sharp sense of hearing picked up my words. "Perhaps you might consider getting married to me, get the papers signed before you hope for my death, baby. At least then you’d be entitled to everything I owe. It's worth a thought right?" He asked making such an annoying sarcastic sound with his voice. "I don’t want anything from you," I hissed, wrapping my arms around myself tightly. "An inexpensive wife-to-be. How unexpected," he said, lying down on the big-sized bed, making sure to maintain his side. "Good night, baby." He turned off his bedside lamp. "I'm never having sex with you, Hollis." "Never say never." He replied with such a calm voice that I wondered if he understood what I said. "You'll give me my space and privacy. Don't meddle. I don't want to be uncomfortable here." I waited for a reply but I got
"This whole thing is a mess, Maxine. I don't think I want this." He shrugged. "Your words aren't laced with certainty. You're still thinking. So..." "Hollis fucking gave me a ring!" I let out with quivering lips, bringing out the gorgeous beauty from the pocket of my pants. Maxine stared at the ring, refusing to touch it even when I pushed it towards him. "He gave you that ring?" I nodded. "Wow! That... That belongs to my family." He appeared speechless for a while. "Maybe he wants everything to look more convincing." He finally said. "It looks lovely on you." "Don't say that," I told him and he nodded. "We should get back to training." Maxine, a man of few words, said, and this time, I nodded, becoming the speechless one among us. We spent hours practicing together, focusing on assault and defense techniques that pushed my limits and expanded my repertoire of moves. Maxine's instructions were precise and demanding, 'free your mind, channel all that feeling into each move.'