Scarlett was now seated on Gavin's body. She balanced herself on him, with her legs flagging on both sides of the seat. Gavin was enjoying it, even though he tried his best to hide it from her that he was doing so. She grabbed his hands and put them on her waist, allowing him to caress her gently. His fingers ran across the curves of her body. His nails dug into her dress."There, touch it. I want you to feel all that you will be enjoying from me if you just stay here with me. Do you feel it? It wants you.""I feel it" he said in a trans like manner, clearly hypnotised by her body. "Do you know what I want you to do?" she whispered into his ear. Her breath stained just skin as hot as it felt. He breathed heavily. "What do you want me to do?" She laughed. The sound of her voice was hypnotic, and laughter bounced around the room like nothing short of magical music, resounding in the small space that they were. "Are you sure you want to hear it?" "Yes. Yes. Mhm. I want to hear it
"Hmph," she snared at him, angrily placing her elbow on the table and supporting her jaws with her hands as though it was about to drop down from her head. Gavin's little speech had her both surprised and angered.The both of them stared at each other for close to two minutes, both waiting for each other to speak first. Gavin moreso really wanted to know just what she would decide on it. "So, what do you say?" He asked. "I did not come over here to come look at you only. I really need to know your decision on it so we can move along."She laughed at the top of her voice again. In Gavin's mind, he was beginning to believe that her laughter was more or less a coping mechanism for her to deal with the rejection. She truly did not find anything funny."Well let's see here," she said, clasping her hands together, with fingers with red long nails on it. "You want me to help your wife and her family out of jail? The same woman and the same people who assaulted me and wanted to throw me in
It was late in the evening when two cars came jostling down a road and stopped just right in front of the hospital. Some men came out of the car wearing ski masks, banged on the gates of the hospital, and came back to one of the cars, swiftly getting in and driving away, leaving the other one behind.The gate man came out and was moderately shocked. He had seen this happen before, and now it was happening again. He called out to the medics of the hospital. "Come see, another one just happened," he said aloud.In the car were two thoroughly beaten looking people. Harry and James. They were unconscious, wounded, scratched at all places where their skin could be seen, except their faces, which were surprisingly all clear and rid of any wounds, like the mobsters just selected those parts away from being hit by any of them.The doctors and nurses of the hospital were shocked and in some weird way found it kind of amusing to look at. Just a few days ago, this same thing happened at the ho
"Well we know of the City Express." James frowned. "A certain rat that we know all too well, works there. We had a brief altercation with him before we landed in this mess."Ron found interesting what James was saying, and decided to tell the two men his own tale of how he ended up in his present conditions."As you should know right now, I was ambushed as well by a group of ski mask wearing men, after I had an altercation with one of the security men under me. A man named Gavin. And if you meant him when you said you were attacked after having a confrontation with a man who works in the City Express, then, I would say that I am a bit confused.""Why would you say that?" Harry and James' interest were equally peaked at what he was saying, as it made them start linking lines and seeing that the man might even be talking about the same person they were talking about."Well the person who set me up as much as I know was a man named Gavin." Ron made a fist with his hands and banged on th
Thomas was in his room when a hole in the floor was opened up, like a round door, in the ground, and someone came out if it, wearing a large black hoodie that shielded the person's face from being seen.Thomas did not panic. He knew only three people that could access that secret passage, and apart from him and Gavin, the other person was dead.The person revealed himself, pulling the hoodie off his face, and it was Gavin. Thomas' hands were grabbing on to a Cuban cigar as he usually always was."Jesus, Thomas" Gavin exclaimed. "Do you ever just not smoke?" "Coming from the person who just came out of the floor, you really are not supposed to be the one asking questions. I am." Thomas took a large gulp of smoke in to his lungs again."Well, good you got me" said Gavin, "walking towards a chair at the corner of Thomas' desk. "There are some important things I need to discuss with you about. You know I can't be seen going to your house, lest it brings up suspicions. So I thought of
Thomas sat up, and decided to be real with Gavin. He dropped the cigar he was smoking on the table and began to tap it with his fingers."I hope you do know that you have been asking quite a lot of favours recently? And it's been less than a week. I have granted an investment deal to your wife, on your behalf. With the help from the bank you were able to rent a Bentley for one thousand dollars per hour. You were also able to get a Rolls Royce and a chauffeur to go with it with the help from the bank.""And so, what are you trying to imply?" Gavin raised his eyebrow."I am just saying that for something that is supposed to be on the low, as the secret you keep for your grandfather, you have been a little bit flamboyant about it. It's raising a lot of dust in the air, and people who can see it are asking a lot of questions. It's drawing a lot of attention from quarters of people who we should ordinarily not want to be asking questions.""So, is that not the reason I have instructions to
"Very well." Thomas sighed. He conceded to Gavin, as he did not want to be the person that would go against the Roman's family wishes."I need you to make the call now," Gavin said to him, as though he could not trust Thomas on whether or not he would do what he had just instructed.Thomas reached out one hand and grabbed the telephone. On his other hand, he grabbed a book. Opening the book was a list of numbers, the phone numbers to be precise. Gavin was not surprised, born shocked on this. As the kind of man that he was, it was Thomas' duty to keep a list of very important people in case he needed anything. It could be said that most of these people did not know Thomas had their numbers in wait, just Incase, but they never appeared to be too surprised. He was really a man of the underworld, complete with everything it took.He found the Chief Of Police's number and dialled on it. The man did both pick up the call at first. But with a second round of beeping, he picked up the call.
"What, Gavin? Why would you have me do that?" Thomas asked, shocked at Gavin's prescription on how to deal with the man."You do not have to judge me like that, Thomas" Gavin replied, falling back into his chair and having his arms sprawl out over it. " Can't you hear what he is saying? He does not believe that you are Thomas Winnicks. How do you think you are going to be able to prove it to him? By calling him on the one once again? No. You have to show him that you have the power to ruin his life. From there he would know that the person who just called him, is Thomas Winnicks, and he means business."This was what Gavin was willing to do, the length he was willing to go through, just to see his wife out of jail. Thomas looked at his eyes and saw that he was really serious about getting Meghan freed."Well, fine,then" Thomas said. "If it's power he wants to see, then power he must get. You should understand this, don't you? But I certainly will not be ruining his life for anything.