A few more hours went by. It had stopped raining and the curtains dangled and swayed gently from the cold wind making its way through the window.Selena was resting on his chest, listening to his heartbeats. He would run his hand down her bare back gently and picture something more than this passing moment. He could feel the warmth of her whole body on him and he relished this feeling.“Can I ask you a question?” she began quietly. ”Go ahead”“Promise you won’t get mad”“I already don’t like where this is going” he confessed.She pushed up to look at him directly. “I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important, please........” “Okay, fine, you can ask”She breathed. “Where is your brother? I am only asking because I know he has also been through a lot”He took his time to say, “My brother left the country a few days ago. He promised to never come back”She cringed inside. Space and time were not what the brothers needed right now. Being apart was just going to break them further from each o
It was dark outside and cold, to say the least. A few cars would pass him by time and again. The only safe place he could go to was a couple of miles away. Now that his cover was blown, he needed to be careful.Beams of bright light cleared the road from behind him. At this time of the night, he was the only one walking. The car behind him slowed down until stopping right in front of him. An unfamiliar vehicle. The window rolled down and there she was again.“For a guy who’s a criminal, you’re not very hard to find”He leaned in through the window, catching a better look at the Detective. “Maybe I wanted to be found by you.”“ Why would you want me to find you Maximus ?” “You’re the only one I know here”A few more cars passed them by as they stood there.“This place is dangerous” she reminded. “Do you have a place to stay ?”“Yes, my warehouse is a few minutes walk from here”“Well, I certainly cannot let you walk there. And I can’t let you sleep in a warehouse either. I have to keep
Prologue“Do you want me to hurt you?” “Yes........”“Do you want me to own you tonight?” She said nothing.“Are you drunk?” “No.......”“You are breaking the rules. I am going to have to punish you for that.” He slid the glass of wine from her side of the table, gathering her full attention.“Do you want me to make love to you?”“Yes..........” She squirmed on her stool, next to him but she ended up framing her thighs fully when her dress moved higher.Immediately he touched her there and she almost protested but her hands stopped mid-way, remembering how much she ached to have him inside of her. As his hands continued deeper, she let out a breathless moan, pinching her legs together and locking him in.“You’ll have to let my hand go, I haven’t gotten to the best part yet”She covered her face, now embarrassed but eventually obeyed. He stopped and withdrew.He thought for a moment and then decided to lead her somewhere.“Come with me,” he said. “The night has just begun. Slowly he
There was a situation in the quartenage, somewhere in the camp. Maximus was made aware of it and immediately he and his battalion went back in a rush. There were land mines buried everywhere around the camp, hidden cameras that could easily be ignored by anyone without military field expertise, and gunmen camouflaged to invisibility.The battalion arrived at the camp and Maximus rushed to the quartenage to handle the situation. It was a well-built facility with deep underground tunnels. Security here was unearthly and dangerous, to say the least. The only two places in the building without cameras were one of the basements down below and the red room.Maximus stormed through the hallway, heading directly for the red room. Suddenly the door opened and a woman stepped out. She was as beautiful as a dream. She had eyes as blue and enchanting as the sea, and her skin and color were breathtaking. Her beautiful hair appeared rough and messy. He examined the lady as she approached. She tried
When the morning would come, the whispers in his head would go away. The mirror in front of him had revealed hideous parts of his soul as if he was staring directly at it. The man in the mirror was Don Isagise, his alter ego. He refused to believe that this was him, a murderer and so came the whispers.He pulled a stool and placed it before the mirror. There was a table there and a blunt knife that kept begging him to sit down next to it. He paced here and there around the room trying to avoid eye contact with the man in the mirror. There was this thing in his head that kept burning, nonstop, a madness that had finally caught up with him. He raked his fingers through his hair, he took another quick look at the man in the mirror, and realized how distressed he seemed, how weary his features had become.With all his willpower, he drew closer to the stool, to the mirror and he sat down, afraid of his reflection now more than ever. I am not a murderer. His hand reached for the knife and e
Another group of criminals joined the scene and Don was dropped in front of one of them. This man in a black hat with a brown ribbon and a white jacket bent over, grabbed Don by the hair, and picked his head up. “Do you know who I am boy?” From the sound of his voice, it was clear that this man was old. But still, Don could not see all of him because his vision was smoke and fog. “My name is Chaplain,” he began. “I have a daughter, had a daughter, about your age. Her name was Caroline. I lost her last year after she ended her own life so morbidly. Do you know why? Because of some worthless punk that broke her heart. I am going to make you remember her name boy and make you wish you never touched my baby girl.”It was had to recall one girl out of the hundreds he had been involved with over the last few years. Whatever happened to her was not directly his fault, but maybe it was probably best that he paid for the heartbreaks.Don looked up at the man lazily, unwilling to put up a fight
Flashback Fred came back home and stopped a distance from his house. He was drunk and could barely stay on his feet. He felt the dots of rain that started falling from the distant black sky and immediately he spit, then cursed for nothing in particular. He staggered a little more and almost dropped his bottle of beer. He let out another diatribe of insults but almost immediately realized that he was alone in the street, then he quietly matched to the door of his house.At that time of the night, he thought the children were fast asleep but they were still awake and cheerfully playing in their beds. Their mother was somewhere in the house and she was preparing food for her husband, their stepfather. Fred's arrival was announced by the careless manner in which he barged in. His beer was spilling all over the floor and the smell of him was stale.He saw her in the living room. She simply tried to avoid him and this enraged him. There was a look of disgust on his face and a moment later,
Doctor AntoinetteBeauty, divine, an emblem of virtue and purity. Now in the mid-morning, the Cafeteria lights had overemphasized her loveliness, her hair, and her skin. Doctor Antoinette. She would choose to be called something else in any other place. Without the scrub, she could make any man melt because of her beauty. The only consolation she would have at the hospital was seeing Erick, her only brother, and Laura during her lunch break hours.On the 4th of October, her friend, and nurse, Isabella had gone missing. It had been three days now. Because of it, she would have to lie as good as she breathed and pretend her day wasn't as bad as it really was. Laura and Erick were waiting in the Cafeteria and she joined them there.“You are late, again. We've been waiting forever out here.....” Laura started.“Am sorry” she said as she sat down, she laid the coffee cups on the table and slid one gently to Erick, “I truly am. It's just that I've been getting a lot of work lately. I'll mak