Melissa Gets Suitor
Mrs P, the MD of the Cottage came around the restaurant cum lodging, seeing Melissa asked, " Who is this? ""She was employed last year, Ma," the chef answered her."Come, keep the plates," she told Melissa.She switched off the plate washer and walked out to the door where Mrs P stopped."Have you been working as a kitchen attendant?"Melissa," answered firmly," No, Ma. But I am catching up.""No. Come, come, come." she took her away, and entered her office with her." Sit down. You are from where?""Cosa," she answered."Why did you seek for a job?" She fixed eyes on her."My boyfriend quarreled with me. So, I was stranded. I felt I needed to fend for myself.""How old are you?""25 years"." Did he abuse you?""No.""Were you engaged to him?""Yes. We were married. He divorced me. ""Okay, you are divorced. Fine. Have you worked in the office once?""No. But I have a degree in economics.""Good. Good. You will be of help. Have you had your breakfast? ""No. Ma""Okay, let's go and have it together." She led her out.The service girls had been gossiping since. Seeing the MD and Melissa coming toward them, into the restaurant, they dispersed."You will work directly under me. Hope it is okay?""I appreciate, Ma.""Eat as much as you can. You are looking stressed," said Mrs P"Ma. I am heartbroken." Melissa told her."Serious? Okay, when we get in you tell me," she said.In the office, she told her everything Don Marcello did to her without mincing words."What is his occupation?" she asked her.Melissa was choked. How he maltreated her was all she could say publicly.She remembered the law of omerta.Don Marcello has screwed it into her head the punishment of breaking the law. That no hope, no Jesus, no Madonna will save her from two compressors that will compress her from both sides till her flesh becomes as flat as a piece of barbecue"It seems you don't know him? You young ones don't think before getting married. Well, that phase is over." Mrs P said. " You are so beautiful. Would you like to marry a responsible man? Assurance will cover you all around. Talk of money, talk of power, he has it. And he is advanced in age.""How old? " Melissa asked."50. Don't look berserk." Mrs P told Melissa. "That's the kinda men wise girls marry," she told him. " Those with fatherly cares, not wife beaters.""No problem. I knew some girls who married elderly men and are happy now. " Melissa said."I have a friend. She wants a homely and presentable girl for her brother. She will soon come. " Mrs. P informed Melissa."What does the brother do? "Melissa asked her madam, Mrs P."He's a Capo! " she told her. "of Nostra Territory! ""Waw." Melissa held herself, scared.Don Marcello screwed into her head punishments that await the breaker of the Mafian's 3rd law, the Mafian's 1st law.That they were no longer married does not mean she will then expose him. For her safety too.A woman in her early fifties came in.She looked elegant and social."Hello." she cast a look at Melissa. " I am Beatrice Brown. " she said." How about Joyce Parker? ""Welcome, Ma. " Melissa greeted."Beatrice. This is the wife for you brother," said Mrs P who came in.Beatrice Brown took a more critical study of Melissa.She was 1.74 m and no onlooker ever said oh, this girl is beautiful."My brother will love you like no other," said Beatrice Brown."I hope your madam is right?""It's fated, stop asking! " Mrs P cautioned her friend.Capo Carlsbad had a first wife who had no heir for him and he did not divorce her.His marriage with Melissa was the most brief in the registry's history.Why? To avoid publicity. A capo must have enemies. There are dangers of any member of his family being kidnapped or assassinated by the rivalBut, her sister, Beatrice Brown had made him take an Oath that Melissa being a young girl should be the head of the house.A woman governs the house man protects and provides.Capo Carlsbad was a man nobody knew, always indoors. A Human blockchain, Mrs P knew him as when she was a crime reporter for a weekly tabloid.Be sat behind his DELL computer 24/7 receiving information from his illegal coys, processing the solutions, and wiring back to his boys on the high sea or already on the shore. Or to the men counterfeiting for him anything counterfeitable.But despite all his illegalities, he was a man who knew that what money cannot do, more money will do it. He settled the law enforcement agencies and cared for the less privileged. He has a lot of goodwill.Would their path cross? He and Don Marcello? .One of the lodgers greeted Mrs P from the balcony of his chalet. She gave him a wave. In the restaurant, she asked the service girls who parked the Bugatti. They told her the new lodger. "OK," she said, "another super customer." She sat in her restaurant because, soon, the men without whom she may not prosper in her business may be coming. They were the regular billionaires who trusted her way: How she ran things for them codedly. Don Marcello came down to the coded restaurant and spotted her and sat with her. "Am I welcome? " Both of them gave each other a courteous smile. "You're highly welcome. I hope you're the new lodger? " asked Mrs P. Don Marcello nodded. "Do you know I'm the proprietress of this place? " she asked him. Don Marcello both nodded and smiled. Mrs P wanted to know his intention of sitting with her. She is the proprietress, not searching. As she cleared that point, she then began the PR. "How do you see this place? Just your honest rating. "Don Marcello
He swaggered into a club called The Cheetah and took a sharp peep into what was going on inside. He gave way from the door and later sat at a table with two girls One of the girls left her seat and sat next to him. "Sir, should I join you" Her smile was beautiful and she asked if his cigarette had finished. "No no. You care? " Don Marcello took out the pack from his chest pocket and opened it. She slipped out one stick clinically from the remaining eighteen sticks. Don Marcello gave her his lighter."This is pure gold? Lizz, see." She struck the light once. Lizzy rolled her eyes at Don Marcello again and again. She had been lusting after him " Sir, you are not living around. I have not seen you before. " she said across the table. Don Marcello agreed. " Does every girl come to this club? " he asked her. "Every girl? No. Do you mean every club girl? ""No. Any girl. Could any girl just follow her friends to come here? ""You are funny. Of course, no.""You said, of course, no.
They came to Cheetah in the at 7 pm dot and waited for the Melissa's friend. She came. A Latino, Don Marcello believed. She was of a different class. She has only a shade of brown on her lower lip that was a bit fuller than the upper. She had on a fez cap, jeans jacket, and a pair of jeans trousers. Her innerwear was brown to go with her pair of Baileys. "You didn't come yesterday." Don Marcello said. "I don't always," she said."You have a tasking job? " Don Marcello asked."Yes." she said and told him," I am an industrial security. I am supposed to be on night duty.""Okay. How about your friend Melissa?"" This girl called me yesterday," she made a gesture," asking of Melissa. Who is Melissa, I asked her, she said my friend. There are many Melissas in the country."Don Marcello agreed. He knew she was being cautious by the defense she was building and too, she ran a great deal of eyes on him " So, who is Melissa? " she cleverly asked. "Can I talk with you privately? " asked
Maria and two other security operatives on duty on the night of the inferno had arrived, before two men. The Crime Officer (CO Clems) and a policewoman who was the Investigating officer called everybody into his office."Now, what you wrote in your statements is what you all are going to say. Or is anyone here who wants to change his or her statement?"There was silence after the CO's question."You. Tell us what you know about the fire incident," he told Maria."I resumed duty on that fateful night by quarter to six in the evening." began Maria," I went round the warehouse, as I always do when I report to duty before taking over. The warehouse was locked with its keys at both entrances. I went to the office blocks, the windows were locked and the A/Cs were off.I went and took over duty.""From who?" asked the CO"From Mr John. Nobody came in. All of a sudden, people outside the premises were shouting fire. I have just finished my patrol and did not detect any possibility of a fire i
Don Marcello, Mystic InvestigatorA call came which threw him up. It could be anybody. He unhooked Maria's hand and gingerly kept it on her leg. Her Left leg. He picked up the call and dived into the restroom as it was the Crime Officer on the line. "We have a kidnap and murder case now at our hands. Would you please, make time to come very early tomorrow morning? As you are now our mystic investigator. " he said, the first two sentences were said with all gravity and the last sentence was a confession and a wish. He looked at the time, it was five to four ante meridiem. He ate himself because of his companion. Unexpected companion, unwanted companion. He stole a look at her face, it resembled the face of a girl who died in love. It was the opposite. It would have looked like the face of a girl who died without love. She had done everything a girl needed to do to win a man, to lure a man into sex. Don cast another look at her--24 years and a half-dressed--in underwear kn
"Okay, guys. Let's summarize this analysis and cook the criminal."He measured the footmarks. One stretch of the palm. From the thumb to the tip of the middle finger and the length of the last finger. He jotted down size 36. The person smoking the non-mentol cigarette, his feet size is 36. "You will see how I will fish him out"He measured the other footmark.A stretched palm, from the thumb to the tip of the middle finger. One and a half of it equals size 42."Let's go," said Don Marcello. " Do whatever I told you.Back at the station, he gave the IPO money to buy packs of cigarettes, menthol, and BH. He was sure the ash at the scene was BH ash. He gave him money as well for takeaways.Writer 2 carried the stuff to the cell and stopped outside the burglary proof."You inmates have to thank an NGO person who visited. He brought all these. Eat as you want, smoke as you want. No pretense." The writer 2 motivated them. " Eat as you can carry on and smoke your brand. Don't mix, mixing is
"Oh! You're a virgin. You should have told me. ""It is time to disvirgin me, stop giving excuses, Marcello. "With his finger inside her, she gasped out "Ohh Gawd. Disvirgin me now. Marcello! Marcello! disvirgin me. ""I -I hope you- you won't say I disvirgined you? ""C'mon why are you talking like this, you ain't a man? " He irritated herDon Marcello accepted he fucked up. Seeing it now as a challenge, he came with force."Is it because I told you to disvirgin me? ""Nooh," he said, but within him, he knew should he fail to disvirgin her, she would hiss. No amount of generosity will clear the shame. She could even doubt why his Melissa ran away. He jacked her leg up. Her right leg, and hung it across his shoulder, and adjusted himself in ten-after-twelve position. Pushing the johnthomas in, the cap was larger than the entrance. The entrance of her sanctuary. There was a struggle between the two. Why was she struggling? Not because of pain only. This was the edifice of God,
"In Nostra Territory! To work for Capo Carlsbad? " Don Marcello chuckled. "Capo Carlsbad! "He once had met him, but not known him. Then, he was an associate under the Sicilian Capo, Boss Joe. But, aside from the intriguing nature of the job, would it allow him to search for Melissa? Hear it, Melissa is a part of Don Marcello. Without Melissa, Don Marcello is atrophied. You know what it means? Half dead. Period. "Put the light! " he barked, getting excited with the prospect of the job. He had told CO Clems he can't take anything in place of his ex. It sounded like a joke to him. It may not be a joke to only him because the general belief is that women abound, why should a young handsome billionaire-- billionaire to those who knew his level-- be searching for an ex? An ex who was not the source of his wealth. "But, love is indescribable. I've realized. I love her whether she wasn't the one that made Don Marcello a don or not. ""Marcello, have you accepted the job? " Maria