When the police, or should we say former, superitendant gave Tyson and his group the information they needed, they were able to plant one of them in the group of the girl who were being transported the following day as they had been told. They had also started tailing the police boss because they knew that there was no way such a huge criminal gang was running in his city without his knowledge. That same day, their girl was collected just hanging around the Top Five Club and when they realised that the girl seemed lost and kept calling a number that wasn't being picked, as usual, they sent someone who was able to 'lure' her into the club. What they were banking on was following her because they had put a GPRS tracker on her. But what they didn't bank on was these girls getting drugged to unconsciousness and being scanned. Thus Starla, as was her pseudonym in the documents that were found on her, was nowhere to be found. The plan was simple: follow Starla using the tracker and eve
"You have such a smooth skin. You are so beautiful girl. You know that?" Wasp said as he caressed her face. She felt like killing him then and there but she had to exercise caution. She needed to feign innocence until she found out enough before she brought the whole team in. "But tell me Starla, what was that thing below your armpit? It had been implanted there," he asked slowly as he combed through her long wavy hair with his huge ugly fingers. "It... Sir... it," she whimpered as if she wasn't comfortable with what he was doing but the look he gave her made her continue albeit unwillingly. "It was a birth control implant. We were taken to a hospital before we came here by the organisation. They said that it was for security measures because we couldn't get pregnant until our contracts expired," she explained and he nodded. "Did you ever need it?" The Wasp asked again and this time, his hands were roaming round her breasts. She tried coiling but he straightened her and she grit
"Boss, what do we do about Star? It has been two weeks. Do you think she is okay?" Jordan asked one day while they were in the headquarters. It had been two weeks since Star was taken and they hadn't heard anything from her. "It breaks my heart to see that you ain't have faith in your teammates. She is okay. She has been through worse. Until she activates the last alarm, then believe that she is okay," Tyson said and that earned him a chuckle from Clara. "Do you even have a heart to be broken boss?" She asked with a laugh and that earned her a look that made her wish she had kept her mouth shut. "Continue making noise here while you are supposed to be with my wife. If anything happens to her, I will have you for dinner," he said and at that, Clara trembled. She had been with this boss of theirs for six years now. Even when he was younger than this, he was the most feared soldier in the regiment. She didn't doubt that she would be cooked and being cooked would be being shown mercy
Jordan was in the headquarters, as usual, coordinating everything. He heard a beep on his iPad and ran to check. There, on the screen was a red dot with a name hovering above it in green: Starla. He smiled and sat down with a heavy sigh. Finally. He could breath easy. It was not that he didn't believe that she was okay, it was that no one knew what could happen in these missions. They had lost a few of their comrades and since theirs was a small close knit organisation with less than a hundred members each time, it always hit home when they lost one of them. The last time they lost a moment was last year during their Iraqi mission. They were trailing a drug lord who was also supplying ammunition and guns to terrorists in Africa. They had followed the trail up to Dubai and then to Iraqi where during the siege, one of them had stepped on a live land mine and the enemy camp discovered it and detonated the mine before the man could disarm it. They were later able to retrieve what was
"Oh, my God! The things I do for the Regiment! A good thing is that I love my job," Starla said as they drove away from the club. "We were worried about you when you went for two weeks without communication. Good thing you are okay," one of the men who was seated at the back of the vehicle with her said. "I've been lost longer than that and you know it. Anyway, I couldn't rush. I had to wait and get as much info as I could. I also had to pretend to be Del Campo who is worried about the mother she hasn't seen in two years. A good thing the money went to the orphanage," she said and laughed at that. "Guys, we need to tell the boss what's happening," the one driving said. "Yeah, let's get to the hotel first," Starla said and they kept mum, each thinking of their own things. They got to the hotel room 'the foreigner' had booked to stay in and once they were settled, they called the boss. It wasn't him who received the call but Jordan. "Hey S? We missed you," he said as a way of gre
Samantha had taken over the Warren and Lewis companies successfully and with the help of her husband, all had settled down well. She had good general managers who helped her manage things and she really didn't need to go there on a daily basis because even if she didn't, she still got daily reports from them. The shop at Sarit Business Park was almost done. They had taken care of everything and all they were preparing for was the opening day. They needed something grand that the patrons of the Park would talk about for a long time to come. These included free food, free giveaways but most importantly, a signature piece that won't be sold that day but would be put on auction on a later date. They would be the star of the whole show. Samantha was not a designer and thus, they had to look for someone who could design a masterpiece. She had an idea though. She needed something that would tell a story: her story. She also wanted something original. They were able to get a world renown
"How will they know that we are here?" Samantha asked because they had been there for almost twenty minutes.She wondered how anyone would know where they were because she hadn't seen Clara use her phone since they entered this small crowded and dark room that smelled of breach and soap. Clara was busy concocting a blue substance in a bottle. She had used some liquid soap, bleach, a scouring powder and some other things Samantha didn't understand. "They will know. I already sent a signal. If I was alone, I would already have left," she said as she concentrated on what she was doing. "Sorry. You are stuck here because of me," Samantha said and that made Clara pause and turn to look at her. "It's not your fault boss. I am just worried for your safety and that's all. It's not your fault. If it's anyone's fault, it's those guys trying to get to us," she said as she got back to what she was doing. "What are you making?" Samantha asked again. "A bomb," Clara answered simply. "A bomb!
Samuel's plan hadn't gone as planned and he was very, very angry at his men who he considered as failures. It was twice now they had failed him against Tyson. All his life, he had been brought up to believe that Tyson walks nothing. They had kept very good tabs on him and they knew that the five years he had been missing, he was just in Maryland doing odd hotel jobs here and there. He wasn't making a lot and they suspected that that was the reason why he didn't come home by cause he didn't have anything to give his family. What Samuel didn't know was that Tyson knew what they were doing and he was a step ahead of them. He gave them exactly what they wanted. That was why when Samuel and the old man came to the Gray mansion, they were sure that Tyson wasn't someone they needed to be wary of. He was, according to Samuel, a bad bedbug infestation that would be done away with and very easily. Little did they know that it wasn't as they had thought. One, Samuel wondered how Tyson was s
74. Afterwards The wedding games continued up to late night and by then, the elderly and the children had already left for their rooms. Samantha saw Tyson loosen up for the first time as he indulged everyone. "He rarely loosens up and so, we have to take this opportunity and punish him without the fear of any consequences," Carla told Samantha who was also enjoying herself. They partied, drank, dances, played and ate. All this time, Star had Sarah all tied up and in a corner as she watched everything. No one even remembered that she was there. Sarah had cried herself to sleep but everytime she would drift off to dream land, Star would be there to wake her up with a bucket load of ice. "You wanted to enjoy a wedding, didn't you? We thus can't let you sleep. Watch," Star would say everytime. After all were exhausted, it was time to go to sleep. Tyson would take a month off and go on a tour of the world with his daughter and his wife. They planned to stay in Africa for a two we
73. Her paradise They rode up to an island and Samantha could use several adjectives to describe it: beautiful, heavenly, paradise and such. It looked like it had been specifically prepared for them. It had, first if all, clear waters that she could see the fish floating about the natural artwork of the sea bed. The flowers looked planted though sh couldn't see how Tyson could do that. There were roses or all colours, carnations, chrysanthemums, ivies among others. Then she lifted her eyes, there, as she followed the path made by the flowers, was a huge mansion. No, it looked like a castle. The reason why she hadn't seen it was because it was hidden by a beautiful canopy of jacarandas. "It's beautiful!" She breathed and Tyson spoke in her ear, "it's yours love.""What?" Samantha span as she asked and Tyson laughed as he steadied her. Sh had forgotten that she was still wearing her heavy wedding gown and high heels. "It is my wedding present to you. I built it for this day,"
72. SexySamantha wasn't the best pianist but she could hold her own. She had done music as a side course though she hadn't gone far with it due to Sarah's teasing. Sarah made sure to ingrain it in Samantha that she had a bad voice and no one would listen to her. That had made Sam drop her dream of becoming a musician besides being a business woman. Sam looked at the key board and ran her small smooth fingers along the keys and struck one. She then composed herself and a new melody filled the room. Then she started singing:I would have said I love you but that's too simpleI thus composed this song to tell you why I love you Today, I want the sea and the sun to bear witness to my vows I want the world to know who my heart belongs toI love you because the world became beautiful since I met youI love you because my world became compete when you entered itI love you turn all my sorrows to joyI love you because you treat me like a queenI love you because up to today, I get but
71. Enjoy"Are you mad? When did Tyson tell you that he loves you? Isn't he a married man?" Susan asked in disbelief.If she hadn't come here two days ago with her daughters together with Tyson to take care of everything and get ready, she would have believed Sarah because she was so convincing. "He doesn't have to tell me. Haven't you ever realised how he looks at me? He clearly loves me and not Samantha," Sarah said and Susan looked at her well. "Sarah, dear, are you sick? Do you need a psychiatric check up?" Susan asked because that was the only way this could be explained. "What are you saying? You are the one who is mad," Sarah said and before she could add to her statement, she was on the floor. "Listen here b*tch, sorry sweetie. Don't listen to grandma. Cover your ears," Susan turned to talk to Tara who covered her ears with her small index fingers. "Listen, since I got married to the Lewis family, all you and your family have ever did was destroy my family's life. What's
70. A Good Show"I look like a Christmas tree! I can't go out like this!" Samantha complained after she saw her look on the big mirror. "Mummy, you look beautiful. You will keep that dress and give me to get married in. Okay mama?" Tara asked as she circled to see how her mama looked. She was also wearing a purple replica of her mother's dress courtesy of her grandmother. Susan was proud of her handiwork. She had worked tirelessly to make sure that Samantha looked regal, as she called it, during her wedding. Like she, Susan, had vowed, this was going to be the wedding of the century in the state of California. "Let me go out to make sure that everything is okay and that Tyson is ready and I will call Carla to bring you down. Okay Carla?" Susan said as she looked at Carla who, all this time, was still beside Samantha. "Come with me sweetie," Susan said as she took her granddaughter's hand. They walked out and Carla and Patricia started helping Sam straighten her already perfect
69. A fairly tale princess It was Tyson who proposed. He also knew that as a husband, he hadn't given Samantha the wedding she deserved. He thus proposed to her a second time this time, with a proper ring that was made at Tara Jewels without her knowledge. Her mother had made sure to invite the who was who and since many people wanted to be on the good side of Samantha and her husband, after news of what happened to the governor and his son spread out, they made sure to come in large numbers. The room preserved for the presents was full to the brim and the wedding planner had to request the hotel for an extra room. The wedding was being held in an exclusive hotel that was at an island. The only way to access it was through a boat or air. Samantha and her family had come in a helicopter provided by Tyson. By now, Samantha was already used to her husband doing things she couldn't explain. But now, knowing that he was rich and that he was the owner of all the companies she knew, s
68. Another night of... The next thing to happen as Gwen sat there was Mr Seth Miller walking into the shop in a hurry followed by a dozen men and women. "Mrs Gray, sorry to keep you waiting," he said apologetically as he came to where Samantha was seated. "Your husband called and I promise I did all I could as soon as possible and I am here now," he said as he handed Samantha the documents he was holding. "These are the ownership documents for this fashion shop. It now belongs to you. I promise you that they are all legal and it was the transfer that took us long," Seth said and Samantha was out of words. "But Seth, I know nothing about fashion!" Samantha said in a defeated voice."Don't worry ma'am, I will help. I will take care of it. Also Star is idle nowadays and she loves fashion," Carla said and at that Seth smiled. "That's taken care of then. Then, I will be seeing you Mrs Gray," Seth said as he turned to walk away but at that moment, Tyson walked in. As usual, he was i
67. I love violence "Boss, I may have done something stupid," Carla said on the phone to Tyson. She had just recorded Gwen promising to be Samantha's servant if she could prove that Samantha was far much better than her. "What did you do?" Tyson asked as he listened to her. She told Tyson all that had happened and Tyson listened diligently.If there was one person Tyson loved, it was Samantha. And if there was anything that Tyson hated, it was for someone, anyone, humiliating his Samantha. Thus, no matter the promise Carla had made, Tyson would make it happen. What Carla didn't know was that ever since he got married to Samantha, he made it his business to keep tabs on all her former friends.One thing that he noticed was that once she fell from glory, all her friends left her. They humiliated her whatever chance they got and that made her remain the shell of her firmer self. He didn't want to imagine what would have happened for those five years go was away but he had promis
66. Game "We should go shopping. You need more business suits. You are a president of three companies ma'am. You must," Carla said as she argued with Samantha. She noticed that since she started guarding Samantha, the other woman had less than ten decent clothes and she was only using those ones. Yes, she was very beautiful and any dress looked good on her but she needed more clothes. She was a boss herself and was the wife of an even bigger boss. Samantha didn't see the need of getting more clothes. But Carla had permission from her boss to do whatever she wanted with Samantha as long as it was for her good. Carla also loved Samantha because she was a good woman. She never, even for once, made Carla feel like a servant. No. Samantha always treated Carla like an equal and this made Carla treat her like her younger sister. "Carla, I have said this a thousand times and I will say it again, I don't need more clothes," Samantha said in her Samantha way. "Look here sis, I can call y