Chapter Five

SMASH! SMASH! CRASH!

At the corner of the house, Three man clustering together, trying to avoid the shreads of the wine glasses.

" What do you mean by you have no idea if she has a man in her home or not? Do I pay you to be fools!?" Marcus calmly raised his voice and pointed at them with a bloody hand. It appears he had injured himself in the process.

The goofy man Walk in immediately and spoke. " Sir, we watched over her 24 hours every day and for months, I have not seen the sight of even a male creature in her home. Wether dog, goat or pig." He glanced at the three men at the corner and scoffed.

"Then why did she get a man's brief??" Marcus sized him up.

"We can't jump into conclusions yet sir, it may have been for a family member."

"Zikel, I expected more from you. I'll give you one last chance, find out whosoever is living with her in her home and report back to me without 24 hours."

"But sir we have an important gov..."

"Shut your mouth and do as I say." Marcus roared and cut him short. Zikel, the goofy gobbler immediately bowed in complete surrender and left the room alongside the three men.

Marcus was agitated and walked across the room to get another wine from the wine cellar.

Even if she had a man planted in her heart, he would dig him out himself. He opened the wine and drank directly from the bottle. he was a whinelore and knew the particular one to drink at that moment. He had no idea she affected him this much.

A knock interrupted him and he dropped the bottle on the table.

"Come in"

"Sir, your lunch." The maid announced, looking at him through her eyelashes.

"Drop it and leave." He said, his back faced the maid.

"Yes sir" she replied and moved towards the door.

"Stop!" He ordered. He glanced at her reflection on the wine cellar and turned around.

"Come here"

The woman smirked and turned towards him, putting on a clueless innocent face. She walked towards the big cocked man but refused to look at him.

Marcus lifting her face and stared dangerously at her. She fucking reminded him of her!

"Go on your knees"

"Huh"

"Get on your knees!!" He commanded and she fell to her knees.

He took off his belt and fiddled with the zipper. His trousers pooled at his ankle and made himself comfortable by leaning on the table behind him.

"Suck!" He signalled with his fingers.

The woman took his dick into her mouth and began to suck.

She gratified him in ways he could think of. Her tongue swept around his penis from the Apex to the base. He held unto the table for support. From below, the woman looked at him and dripped. This was indeed a sight for sore eyes. He looked like the sex God in her dreams. Marcus knew he was close. He held her by her neck and pushed himself in until he was in her throat, balls deep.

"Arhgghhhhh!" He moaned as he spilled into her mouth. He pulled himself out and so did his cum. The woman swallowed all she could and coughed.

"Leave" He uttered in a husky voice. He picked up the wine bottle and downloaded the rest of the liquor in his mouth like a thirty lion.

Quickly, the woman picked up her carvat that was discarded earlier and left.

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Some where in Netherlands***

In the living room, an Old couple sat quietly. It seemed like they had aged rapidly. A tall tanned skin man walked in and bowed.

"Mr. Azarel!"

"Speak!!" The old man commanded.

"We finally found a trail leading to your son."

A life force from nowhere  jerked Mrs. Azarel up and she stared at the man with a new found hope.

"You mean my son isn't dead?"

"We can't say for sure madam, but we will try our best to find him."

Mrs. Azarel Sobbed, clenching her hands together. " My son, I wonder how he is doing. It has been six months, I don't know how my baby is doing."

"My love, calm down, we will find him. " Mr Azarel said and scooted towards her. He turned to the direction of the tanned man and looked into his eyes.

" Hanson, send Division eight towards the said location. Mobilize all private helicopters and go find my son! Take whatever you need. The fire arms are locked in my basement, utilize them at your will."

"Sir! Sir! We found a signal. The boss had tried to call us earlier". A scrawny looking man rushed in. He was so happy, he could finally rest and eat well after a six months of sleepless nights.

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Azarel lightly pushed her husband away and got up. "M...my son called??" She asked in  verification. "Yes ma'am"

"Ca...call him right now." She sounded anxious.

"We tried madam but it's not connecting" The scrawny man replied.

"What??"

"We can trace the GPS location of the devices and get to him faster." Hanson added.

"You can leave"

"Yes sir." They both answered and turned to leave.

"Hanson" Mr Azarel called out.

"Yes Mr Azarel."

"Thank you."

It was unexpected. Hanson who was thanked by him for the first time had a slow reaction.

"Ye...yes sir, you're welcome. I'll will see to it that your son is brought home in good shape." He spoke with a new found confidence.

"Okay. For now, keep the news from the public. No one except us should know he is alive. His enemies could be lurking around."

"Yes sir." Hanson answered and left with the scrawny looking man.

Hugging his wife, Mr. Azarel stared into space and swore within him that he will find his son's assassins.