A few minutes later, they were in her office. The director wasn't sure what a lowlife-husband like Ron could possibly do to end what seasoned doctors have tried to put an end to and failed, but she sat still regardless. She didn't sit still in anticipation of a miracle, she anticipated his failure. “I have a feeling you are just wasting my time, Mr. Ron. Who knows you may have just made a lucky guess outside.” She squinted at him while he prepared. “You are right. I might have just been lucky, but shouldn’t we find out?” Ron could see the wheels in the director's head working and calculating. She was looking down on him just like everybody else has done to him since he got to this city. He smirked, anticipating the look of disappointment on her face when he proved her wrong. “So now what?” The director said, breaking into his thoughts. “First, you have to sit on this table and lift up your shirt.” The director didn't understand what he meant by what he had just said.
From the moment the principal saw that he was able to effortlessly take out those kids she knew that he was the right person to make this request to. Her sister owned a bar downtown and since the grand opening of the bar, the bar and her sister have been plagued by the local gang in the area. The police have tried time and time again to put an end to their operations but it didn't prove much. Once an aspect of their operation was cut off, another one resumed under a different guise and that made the owner and her sister worried for a long while. They even gave the gang monthly stipends to appease them, but they didn’t ever seem to be satisfied with whatever they paid them. They always came back asking for more like the bar is some money printing factory. They had also employed ex-military men to serve as bodyguards, but it's either the men weren't truly ex-military or the gang was made of some sort of material that was immune to the ex-military, whichever the case might h
She tossed a bank card at him. He expertly caught it in between his index and middle fingers like a trained ninja. This startled her and also gave her the confidence that she had just signed the deal with the right guy for the job. “That’s pocket money for you. Impress me and I’ll become more generous.” Ron raised a brow at the card, expression vague. “I’ll do my job.” The principal got up from the table to escort Ron out of the building. But he made way for her instead and in the process, his hands mistakenly brushed against her perky ass. His dick hardened at the feel it and Ron cursed under his breath. Her ass had been so soft and jiggly, he almost groaned aloud. He wondered if he was really that sexually starved. He knew that with his looks alone he could land any girl he ever wanted but he vowed to only be with his wife. His touch made her stop in her tracks. She could feel her nipples harden as she also became aroused at the thought of his hands on her. From the m
“How did it go with the principal? I know it’s our turn to go in now.” “The talk went well. Wanna know what was better than the talk?” Ron asked. “What?" Dahlia frowned, confused. "The look on Miles’ face when Ms. Tilly slapped him in the face after my talk with her,” Ron replied joyfully. Dahlia burst into laughter. The sound caught Ron's ears, it's been ages since he heard such a beautiful laugh. Sena and his wife were his entire life, but he had never heard anything like this. “It is safe to say that he wouldn't be disturbing you or your dad anytime soon," Ron added. "And if you are wrong?” Dahlia asked, imagining what would have become of her if this handsome knight in shining armor didn't come to her rescue or if he was just a minute late. “You can always call me. I’ll come to your rescue like today,” Ron said, patting her on the shoulder. “I'm serious though, he needs a doctor," he added. "And I just told you that we don't have the money for that,” Dahlia said, al
“Good day, fellas. I'm guessing you guys are not here for your aspirin shots," He asked, making light of the situation. He signalled to Dahlia who was right behind him to leave the environment with her dad and they hurried away. The men kept advancing towards him, pedestrians were looking at the action about to go down, whispering amongst themselves. The odds were hugely stacked up against Ron. “Should we call the police,” someone said. “No, he looks like a thief. Maybe he stole from them and they want to teach him a lesson.” Ron huffed a small laugh at what he was hearing from people. He let the thugs corner him into the street beside the hospital, which lacked civilians. He anticipated the first blow and sure enough, one of the goons swung a bat at him. But he expertly dodged it and grabbed the man by his elbow and broke his hand. The man let out a scream like a little girl. The other men advanced unmoved, it seemed to Ron like there was a bounty on his head because
Ron didn't ease the pressure from the crushing. The bald man was still hellbent on playing tough and not giving out any information he had. “This is just the first phase of the waves of pain I can bring on you, so I'd advise you to tell me precisely what I want before I stop being friendly,” Ron asked, getting tired of the whole situation. Ron bent over the man and dipped his hands into his pocket, he brought out a pocket knife still sheathed. Ron smiled as ideas quickly ran through his head. "Well, have it your way," Ron said, unsheathing the knife. "Okay, okay, just chill out, man,” the bald man said, whimpering. "Look, it was nothing personal, we just had instructions to rough you up. You just pissed someone off and he wanted vengeance.” “Who ordered the hit?" The bald man swallowed hard, "You were not supposed to be this tough.” "That wasn't the answer to my question.” Ron added more force to his heel. “Okay, hold on, I'll tell you everything I know." At this point, the bal
They both went downstairs where a car was waiting for them and Victoria was to serve as the chauffeur. Her demeanor hadn't changed since the last time Ron saw her. “Did Vic ever tell you what was wrong with her? She doesn't look herself,” Ron asked Adina. "Nuh uh,” Adina said, holding her stomach. "You good?” "Peachy” "For God's sake, that word.” Ron felt like he would throw up if he heard that word one more time. He went over to the other side of the car to let himself in. “What are you doing?" Adina stopped him in his tracks. “Getting into the car to meet the client we were supposed to meet." He couldn't understand the question. “The door, who would open it for me? An elf?" Adina barked at him. He ran over to her and opened the door for her as she had commanded. Before she got in, she noticed a little speck of dust on the car seat. “Take off your jacket," she said, looking at Ron. Victoria was just watching the drama unfold, helplessly. Following his orders, He did what h
The thought consumed Ron and it was only broken by Adina’s orders to Victoria. “Stay back, one fuck-up going to the meet is enough for me. I don't need two.” “There's nowhere to stay and you are with the key to the car,” Victoria protested. “Do I look like I care, because I really don't.” Her stomach crumpled in its own protest. Adina winced harder than before. Ron came closer to her, placing his hand on her shoulder. Adina shrugged it off. “Remove your filthy self from my person.” The automatic doors opened up to her and she walked in leaving Ron behind. Ron turned to an ashen Victoria and gave her a wink. “You'll be fine and I'll kill it, I promise.” Ron met up with Adina before the elavator shut him off. He and her spent seconds in silence. “Who are we meeting today, all you've done is keep me in the dark about the person.” Ron spoke up. “I do not owe you anything, just be on your best behaviour, if at all you have any of that in you,” She snapped back at him. Real