The doorbell dinged, drawing the attention of the maid. She unlocked the door and took the uniform from the drycleaner.James was upstairs getting changed, while Sarah sat at her dressing table putting on her make up. His designed uniform had arrived, and he took it from the maid at the door.He turned to Sarah as soon as he was done putting on his clothes. They had not spoken since their last argument.Sarah noticed his struggle with a button. Everything accused her of what she was about to do. The silence between her screamed at her too.So, she got up from her dressing stool and walked up to him. She helped him pin the badges he had gotten before on his new uniform."I have to admit, you do look handsome in this uniform." She said with a smile.James looked into her eyes, but did not smile. He just stared, his eyes on hersnwere apologetic. And just like that, they both silently agreed that it was cool.He pressed his lips to hers, and kissed her. "I love you." He murmured against h
"Mr. Rizzo, what's going on?" Her voice trembled. Her heart took on a sudden tempo that made her feel something was wrong."It is nothing, Miss Brown. They are friends, don't worry." As soon as he said that, one of the men walked up to her and hit her across the face.James shuddered in his seat. It hit him strongly like a sixth sense. His eyes began to scan the room for Sarah. He was sure he had seen her there a couple of moments ago."It is an honour to be gathered here. One of the greatest events is raising leaders," the president's speech continued."What is it, Mr. Johnson? Is everything okay?" The official beside him asked."Have you seen my wife? She is supposed to be seated there. She was, but, she is no longer there." James replied."I haven't seen her. But I will ask the other officials if you want." The woman offered."Please do." James replied, but that was not enough. He still felt a strange feeling beneath his chest. He knew something wasn't right.Suddenly, his phone be
James went to his car and pulled out his box of rifles and set them on his lap."What are you doing?" The General asked him. James continued to rack through his weapons, pulling out a knife, a gun and a couple of other things."Where's the Captain?" James asked him. Suddenly realizing. "What? I don't know. Wasn't he inside the hall?" The General replied.James cocked his gun and handed it to the General. " He wasn't." James replied. His eyes remained pinned across the street.The charity event was probably still goin on."Listen. I have a strong feeling he is a part of this. When you find him, put a bullet in his shoulder for me. Some officers are back at the barracks. Stefan is one of them.“"The Lieutenant? You made a lieutenant stay back, James?" The General asles looking at him surprise."That is the least of our worries. Call him, call the cops too. Get men on the roofs. These bastards are amateurs anyway." He referred to the guards."What do you mean?" The General asked." They
James watched as Sarah tripped over her dress for the umpteenth time in the name of dancing. The red velvet A-line gown that had been an object of pride and admiration a few hours ago was now about to strangle her if she kept tripping over it. They had been married for three years now, but in all that time they had never shared an intimate moment. Forced to marry her because of a debt his family owed her father, James Brown had been put through hell by both Sarah and her family for not being up to standard for either of them. He put his hand on her shoulder to keep her from falling, but she just shook it off like a bee sting. Her disgust for him was never far from her mind. Sarah had long despised the man she had been forced to marry by her father's will because he was tired of bearing the shame. It came with her ex's abandonment after their formal engagement. But her heart still longed for her ex-boyfriend, Fred Page, who had dumped her the minute he found someone better, even
Sarah woke up to find herself wrapped in the bedsheet stark naked, and then the memory of the previous night flashed before her eyes and she began to scream. James jumped out of bed with a start afraid they were being robbed. "What...what...?" He stuttered confused. Sarah's eyes widened at the absolute naked sight of him and she began to panic. "Oh my goodness, no no no no no." She turned to him again. "This is all your fault. You bastard! You monster!" She yelled throwing pillows at him. "What did I do wrong?!" He asked back surprised, even though he had expected her reaction. "What did you do wrong?! You bastard, how dare you take advantage of me and stand there bare-faced acting innocent!" She yelled. "You make it sound like I raped you, yet you were moaning all through the process " he mocked her. Her face shot red and she picked up the pillow again and hit him with it, all the while holding the sheets tightly to her breasts as she screamed at him. "I was not thinking str
James walked into the hospital room which had over time begun to smell like medicines and blood. He had over time gotten used to the smell of death hovering all over the room. He stared at his father who had been sedated so he could sleep peacefully. He had been that way for over two years now. James had begun to lose hope that one day he would ever get better. As he watched his father’s heartbeat on the monitor, he couldn't help regretting the fact that he was trapped in the situation he was in with the Browns, especially with the fact that Sarah hated him. As he stared at the monitor lost in thought, he did not notice the lines had begun to move faster, until the beeping sound began to rise and his father began to convulse. **** When James was back, Sarah was carefully picking out her silk black one-hand short dress. It had been slit up her left thigh.“Where are you going?” He asked.Sarah sat propped on the wooden furniture piece, which had been draped with an animal Skin, a
James Johnson had heard of Peter Causey several times, he knew the man had a string of rape cases on his hands. As much as he wanted to let her deal with it herself if she damn well pleased, he could not help but worry.The man was a serial womanizer and always managed to maneuver his way out of jail and never faced punishment for his actions. Sarah was a beautiful woman, and with the dress she was wearing, she would only give herself away as a whole meal to be eaten.He waited for her to leave before sneaking out behind her. As soon as he saw the red limousine leave the hotel grounds, he got into the yellow minicab and asked the driver to follow closely behind the limousine."Is something wrong, sir?" The white-bearded driver with a southern accent asked him as he drove, looking at James through the rearview mirror."No, everything is fine, just follow the car closely and stay out of sight. I'll take care of it from there," James replied."Okay, sir, if you are sure," the cabbie said
Sarah entered the beautiful hotel restaurant, taking in everything from the coral seafood soup she could see from the doorway to the grandeur of the entire building, the chandelier, and even the solid wooden table on which the chef was now serving her food.She watched with curious eyes as he turned a full turkey in a frying pan without letting it drop. She was amazed.Peter Causey watched her with lecherous interest, his eyes traveling the length of her dress, from the nape of her neck down to her breasts.He secretly watched as his imagination took him places, but he returned the moment Sarah spoke.Meanwhile, up in Peter Causey's room, Sarah was going through the documents he had given her. He had convinced her that the documents he needed her to sign were up there, and he did not want the prying eyes of the public while he did business with her.Naively, she had agreed, knowing that she had worked for months just to get a contract with him.The room was a mini-suite, and when he