"What about the victim's husband?" "Dead." "His lover that you spoke about?" "Dead." "This Frick of a guy." "He'll be dead soon." "God, he deserves it for putting me in this mess. I was just a pawn in his stupid game." "I'll make sure to squeeze out an apology from him before killing him. Do you want that?" Surprisingly, I nodded before recollecting what my nod meant. "I....... I don't mean it like......" "You'll have it, Ugo. Anything you wish. Don't feel sorry about a thing. You want something, own up to it. Now sit on the bed." I pulled myself up on the bed hurriedly. "So what now?" My voice was low, all that anger thrown a thousand miles away. "Do you still think I did the wrong thing having you here with me?" He waited. I shook my head, "I don't know." "That's a better answer." He said. "I know you still have more questions, but I think we've had enough for today." I honestly agreed with him. I've had enough for one day. One more revelation from him, and I might ju
"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
We drove down a clear road, surrounded by mountains and hills, and then through cave-like closings. "Where are you taking me?" I asked, trying to keep the panic out of my voice. "I’m taking you home, Emmah Landon," Gideon said, and he looked at me with that goddamn devastating crooked grin. "It's Emmah Huxley. We're divorced." I reminded him. "Yet, you're wearing a ring that would stop other men from coming close." He winked at me, obviously pleased with himself. I ignored him. But why do I have a ring on my goddamn finger? Let's see... I'm yet to get over Gideon... Of course not. I just didn't want to be disturbed by any man, relationship-wise. And... Well, and nothing. "This is not the road to my home," I said, my fingers nervously circling around my ring finger. I saw him flick his eyes over to me, and there was something almost predatory in that lazy, easy smile. "It is now," he said. I tried not to look at the muscles in his arms or how his legs were spread carelessly
He hurled me over his shoulder and started toward the side of the gas station where a black car was readily in wait. I screamed, yelled, scratched his back, yet nothing. Well, I might as well be hitting a brick wall. The area was deserted, there was no one to help, and my screams weren't getting me anywhere. There was nothing hurried about his steps; he took his time, and when we got to the car, he threw me in the back seat and filed in behind me. "Drive." He said, and that was it, his driver or whoever that robotic-looking man was, started the car. "How... What are you doing here?" I asked him, frantic. "How did you know where I was?" He didn’t answer right away, instead, he leaned back in his seat and said, "I've been on your tail for the longest time. There is this thing called a tracker. Since you've refused to see or hear me out, I had to be creative." I knew that must be the situation, but it still took my breath away. "You're kidnapping me, why?" I asked breathlessly
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I swallowed, somehow having a faint idea of where all of this was going. A slight laugh escaped my husband's lips, and those damn twinkling eyes of his took me in again, like he'd just seen me and he finds me so endearing, and that look alone made my heart gallop. He placed a kiss on my shoulder. Pleasure shot through me and I inhaled sharply in response. Without warning, he threw me down on our bed. I gasped, my heart soaring when he dropped me, then bottoming out when my bare back hit the cool sheets. Hollis grabbed my bodice, and pushed it up, exposing my ass to his view. I shifted my weight back on the bed, intending to work my way closer to the middle, but before I could, he grabbed my bare legs and dragged me closer to the edge of the bed. On instinct, I grabbed the mattress to prevent myself from falling. "Hollis you..." Before I could finish my sentence, his face was between my thighs. My tummy turned over. "Oh..." When he put his mouth in my cunt, I almost
Hollis yanked off my bra and cupped my exposed skin, teasing over my nipples. My body was a complete inferno even before his lips were moving from mine.I wanted him inside of me and the release as much as I wanted my next breath. But not quite as much as I wanted to show him how much I love him and how happy he makes me.So before he could continue his kisses down my chest and toward my breasts, I pulled back, meeting his gaze, making him watch as I went down on my knees in front of him.My hands landed on his knees and slid forward up his thighs. I watched as an expression of surprise and pleasure crossed his gorgeous face.Then I reached for his fly and pulled out his thick, straining cock, pushing it into my open mouth. "Fuck, baby," he groaned, pushing his cock at the base and tracing my lower lip with his thumb. Then he pulled it out and a gush of precum sipped out. "Lick it," he demanded, holding it and my tongue moved out to trace over his head, tasting him, wetting him mor
"I told you, Baby," Hollis said as we made our way to the front door after our goodbyes. "You didn’t need to be nervous." "I’m worried about my father," I admitted, linking my arm through his own."Why?" He asked, seeming genuinely interested as Nero pulled up with our car, and Hollis pushed me in before sliding in beside me. "He seems withdrawn," I told him, shrugging. "And that isn’t how my father is.""Things have taken a sudden turn and he still blames himself for all of this. He thinks he's the one that put you with me," Hollis said, shrugging."He just doesn't know that it's destiny. One way or the other, we were bound to be together. Don't worry, next time, it will be better." He said. "By next time, do you mean my Mom's next birthday?" I asked, my heart sinking a little at the idea. "I meant the next family function," he replied, shrugging. "I believe there are going to be many of them.""You’re going to let me go?" I asked."Let
"Your wife?" My father came closer. "I didn't stutter. You heard me. Yes, my wife," Hollis said in a firm voice, erasing the distance between them. "Hollis..." I called, pressing a hand into his stomach. Sensing the plea in my face or my voice, his jaw loosened. "I'll go get you a glass of juice." He offered. "I'll like that," I said, nodding, giving him my silent gratitude. "I’ll be right back," he replied, squeezing me gently on the hip, before walking off. "I hoped you’d be happy to see me," I said to my father as soon as Hollis left, but I noticed that his gaze followed Hollis until he heard me speak. I didn't try to hide the vulnerability in my voice. I was upset. And I wasn’t accustomed to hiding that around my family. "Oh, my baby." My father called, his anger falling and getting replaced almost immediately with sadness. "Of course, I’m happy to see you," he started reaching for me. "Are you okay?" He asked, holding me tight
THREE MONTHS LATER**UGOGetting out of the the Garden after months of being kept in and guarded twenty-four-seven was reason enough to put some extra care into my appearance. It's been months since I left the confines of this place. There had been dark days throughout those couple of months. Hollis wasn't always around. I knew they were trying to set things straight.But I had no idea how they were going about it, until my husband came home to me with a bullet wound. My heart almost ripped through my chest. But, he insisted he was okay. And that was the last time he ever left me home alone. "The deed has been done, everything has been taken care of." Maxine had said to me on one of his visits.I still miss Castello, terribly, painfully. His memories remained embedded in my heart.Taking a look at myself in the mirror, I smiled. We were going to see my parents, it was my mother's birthday.Of course, I wanted to look nice, not just b
I was having one of those vivid dreams where I killed Hollis again. Over the time I've been at the Garden, I've had various versions of this dream. But they always end with Hollis's death. At times I pierce his heart with a dagger. Other times, it ranges from a gunshot to strangling him in his sleep. The dreams were always ending with my betrayal. My evil to him and the hurt I caused him. As usual, I woke up sobbing. Indeed there was no peace for me. Then I perceived it, his cologne, the one I checked out in his cabinet the first day I came to the Garden. A high-pitched cry escaped my lips. I'm now hallucinating and imagining the smell of fragrances, my situation was getting worse by the day and I'm not even helping matters. But, what can I do? Absolutely nothing. "Baby." I heard his voice and a sharp pain ricocheted through my heart. But when I turned around to the direction of the voice, in the dim lighting of the room, I saw a figure resembling that of Hollis standing