19 ~ Shades Of Marshall

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“And you…” Marshall ranted. “You couldn't find her? She's just a fucking weak female.” He shouted before he shot one of his associates who stood a few metres away from him in the head. 

Marshall had an outburst after he clearly instructed his men to kidnap Brinda however they couldn't. He wanted to use her as a pawn to get Francesco to subject to his clutches. 

“And you?” Marshall turned sharply to the other man. The man shook his head and stretched his arms to Marshall, pleading. “You deserve death.” Marshall predicted before he shot the man in the head too. The man let out a loud cry before he dropped dead. 

The third man in the room quietly went on his knees. “Don… I will get her next time. Right from this minute, I will search for her.” 

Marshall smirked before he shot the man in the chest and it missed no way to his heart. “I don't give second chances as I'm not a fan of it.” He retired to his sofa and crossed his legs over the center table. “Scar!” 

A few seconds later, the scarred man, nicknamed ‘Scar’ by Marshall stormed into the room breathing heavily. “My loyal servant, has it been done?” Marshall asked. 

His voice was sharp and cold — Much like a blade of ice cutting through the air. There was a menaced quality to his words. It felt as though every syllable was laced with poison. His tone — condescend and dismissive as if those around him are beneath his notice. 

“We are on it, sir!” Scar replied, with his head bowed. He dared not look up at his Boss after a failed mission. 

Marshall sipped a glass of red wine as he gazed into the crackling fireplace. The flickering flames cast eerie shadows on his pale skin and made his sharp features appear even more menacing. 

“Don, I have some bad news.” Scar trembled, his voice as low as that of an infant just trying to speak some words. 

“Spit it out,” Marshall dictated after he gulped some wine down his throat. 

Scar hesitated before he spoke, “Vince Khumalo was murdered. Francesco was the perpetrator, which means he is in Seattle. The lady was also with him.”

Marshall burst out laughing. He commanded Scar to move closer and when he did. He pulled him violently and almost strangled him in the process. 

“How nice? Francesco thinks he's smart, right… Nevermind, search everywhere you might think Vince could have hidden The Red Folder. I want it back.” Marshall smirked. 

“Yes, Don.” Scar responded, his gaze fixed on his Boss’ face. 

“Also, he must have gotten into some dark oil business like he used to. Hijack the tanks and get that woman, Brinda. Leave, right away!” He dismissed Scar afterward. 

“Francesco… I will show you what I am capable of this time around. I will crush you in front of the whole world. A sweet perfect revenge.” He roared, cocking his head to the left. 

He raised his glass in a toast to himself. The wine swirling like blood in the firelight. “To the demise of the Dante family and Brinda… while the reign of the Fernandez's family kicks in.” He beamed with excitement. 

The flames crackled and sparked as if they echoed his sinister laughter while he sat there, plotting his next move with his eyes fixed on the darkness beyond the fire. 

“Life doesn't offer us what we want, nevertheless we must do whatever we can in our power to accomplish it. My life's aim changed five years ago. And it is to destroy Francesco and his whole family.” He laughed horridly. 

“Don't blame me for whatever I have become. Villains are not born, they are made.” He boomed. His eyes glazed with hatred and pain while he clenched his fist. 

Alice, his smart girl — Also skilled in physical training and definitely not a newbie to the underworld arrived with a bright smile on her face. 

She is one of his underlings but he had always given her more attention because of her body. She can make him in two minutes just by sucking his shaft.

He sent in a mission two months ago in Colombia and she just returned a few minutes ago. Why would she wait when she had been sending him nude pictures of her dripping pussy?

Upon seeing her, Marshall's eyes gazed with impending satisfaction as she slowly made her way to where he sat. Her pinky finger was in her mouth as she licked it non-stop. The pink undies she had on were soaked with oil as well as her pink rounded breasts. 

“How may I serve you, Don?” Alice asked, her eyes sparkling with playful flirtation. She attempted to sit on his lap but he stopped her. Her face was quickly shrouded with confusion. 

Marshall smiled before he turned her around and spanked her ass thrice. The bubble ass bounced left and right, even up and down. He drooled at the sight of it and his shaft twitched in excitement. He picked up the glass of wine from the table and splashed the content on her back. Some of them went directly into her undies. 

“Yes, Don.” Alice cried as she rolled her ass in front of him. “I love that, Don. Do all you want with me, Don. I want all of you tonight.”

He pulled her to his body. Her ass, directly on his shaft. “That's big, Don. I love it.” She said while she moved herself slowly on his laps. 

Marshall stifled a gasp as his breathing increased and his shaft kept swelling due to the actions of Alice. “You are so fucking good, Alice. How much do you miss my body and touch?”

“Everyday. Everytime. Just the thought of you makes my pussy yearn for a touch.” She replied before she stood from his laps. 

She pulled down her panties and sat on the table in front of Marshall. He nearly lost his mind as he stared at her pink pussy which was dripping already. 

She bit her lower lips as she used her fingers to tell him to come closer. He obliged and she pulled him closer to his lips. She picked up a cigarette and lit it up then she sucked some before she kissed him and emptied the smoke in his mouth. 

When she released her mouth from the kiss, she instructed him. “Blow it in my pussy, Don. I wanna feel it.” 

Marshall fulfilled her wish by going down low on her. He puffed the smoke into her pussy and he grinded her ass on the table while a moan escaped her mouth. “Shit… That makes my pussy go on fire. Ah… Oh my…” Her legs shook before she guided him to lick the opening of her pussy. 

At the first touch, she closed her laps, thus, burying Marshall's head in it as he licked her up. “Don…” She cried while her head went backward. “Please… Don't stop. Just let me cum.” 

Marshall forced his way out and growled, “I won't just make you cum, I will make you drip.”

“I will be glad, Don.” Alice released her words which were clouded with intense pleasure.