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.
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,
"Once a man dies!" Don Marcello, his hand turned the lever of the parlor door down and like a spirit, he exited, and moved from place to place, until he located Capo Carlsbad's office and entered it.The clock on the wall was 2:00 .On the light? No. Where to start? Where you start? Where to start?Thinking of where to start as he sat in Capo Carlsbad's swivel chair, his forehead rested on the desk. It was a deep sleep. His intention: Since he would be out, the last effort was to garner the information that would ruin Melissa's husband's economy. She will be forced to reconsider her adamant stance.He was thrown up by the opening of the office door.But he was swiftly safe in the store. He crawled into the only place available? The maid briskly walked into the store and took a mob, a pail, and an air freshener.He knew he was covered but did not know what covered him but he knew he had nailed himself like in a coffin, no scrawling out, no sideway movements. What the military calls
Don Marcello. You are mad! You are mad! You are mad! You are mad! She wrote the curses continuously on a piece of paper and gingerly went to her kitchen window and threw down the piece of paper in case he was alive, in case he would see it and read it. Don Marcello, EoT( eyes on target)at the site of the refuse dump where he cleared the grasses, a piece of white paper tossed down, fell on the refuse dump. His waist creaked but he managed to get up and from the refuse dump began to open the paper. It was initially rumpled.Melissa, not satisfied by what she did, wanted to hear him. To know why all the embarrassment? Why did he leave his ex, to come after her? She wanted to know if he was mad. His actions had defied explanation. What kind of love is he professing now? She shook her head and fell on the bed crying but controlling her cry. Up, she went to a drawer, loosed a thread from its roll wrote the worst expletives on a piece of paper, and tied the long thread to it with a pe
He was thrown into the chasm, the first to be thrown in there. He gritted his teeth as he landed on two legs, and limped, holding one knee like he smashed that leg on something hard. But the leg has no shoe. The other leg still has. It was not yet dark. He saw a brief plank and sat on it, on the grasses, his back on the base of the coarse wall of the structure called house. He was tired and his back was in pain. He felt his chest pocket and unbuttoned it. He lit his cigarette, his back still wedged against the coarse wall, and his eyes were closed. If he had no cigarettes in his pocket, he would have died. He kept smoking one stick after another until he dropped himself down, lying on the plank but folded his knees, his one leg still in the one shoe. He felt protected by it. When he jumped awake, it was night. " God! Oh God...!" he was shaking, thanking God. The snake did not move fast even with the jump and stagger. It crawled over his neck and now moving silently and slowl
He went back to Parish A. The hidden camera captured the detailed quality of Priest James' cassock. Off the town, he found a good tailor and commissioned him to produce a similar cassock he has. He tested the fitting of the D-I-Y cassock and the masked face. He was like the priest he saw. Yes! Preparation is more important than an operation. He ran down to a dealer's shop and selected a similar white Toyota (cat eye)Once a man dies! Once a man dies! He drove out. Sharp 6:30 am he has to be with Melissa and intimate her before the real priest arrives at 7:00 am on the dot as he arrives daily but the gate of Heaven, for the first time will not open. How many priests now? The man in charge of security will ask himself, and match out cautiously to screen the priest in the car. He would ask him, " Excuse me, sir, did you forget something? If I had gone. "If I have not gone, but safe or dead inside, he would raise alarm."Don Marcello. This is obvious "Despite the critical
He removed her gown completely, smooching her all round. "Sexy legs."" Today you're seeing it? ""It's getting more sultry""Am noticing changes, anyway."Don Marcello tugged down her pants to her thighs.Oh. It was a mess! Her fluids were still gushing down to the bed. He carried her like that, half dead to the bath basin and like a sinful undertaker, cleansed her, meddled with her thing, carried her back, and requested hot chocolates for her. Taking the hot chocolates, she sobbed, placed back the cup on the center table, and coiled inside Don Marcello who did not abandon her but had sat next to her, encouraging her to drink her hot chocolate. "I hope am romantic," he asked her. She nodded in his arms. "But today is my worst day." she shivered. "Stop sobbing. What do you mean by the worst day?"Still sobbing, he revealed what she passed through, "Looking into your eyes, I said oh, I wish our child would be like you because I am pregnant.""Maria, what did you say? " Don Marcel
"The Capo! The Capo! "The Capo Carlsbad himself smiled briefly. It was his birthday. He was in a new stripped grey suit. He had just thrown away, his Cuban-made cigar to answer the men, his inner circle men hailing him to come out for his happy birthday song. It was in the parlor. They understood his feelings. He was marking his birthday, not because of any reason but because of Melissa.The Mafia does not celebrate birthdays. But her sister Beatrice Brown, told him the truth and nothing but the truth. A young wife is a commander of the house. Melissa wanted the birthday to be marked than neverThey sang the Happy Birthday song. Melissa joined him to break the cake.On her finger was the most expensive wedding ring Kylie 23 Carat Earth-mined. But you know what Capo gifted her? on his birthday? The latest and most expensive car: Rolls Royce boat tail worth $26.2mMelissa was told not to go to her shop for now for security reasons. But it was till they got hold of the man who
She ignored him, as he was drinking, and from time to time, smiled, browsing. "What's making you smile? " Don Marcello interfered. "Some guys, huh.?Na wa o!" Maria smiled to herself again. "Show me," Don Marcello dropped his Cognac and heaved up. "What is that?" his hand begging to have the phone." Do I look at your contacts? " Maria asked him. Don Marcello, snatching the phone from her, her towel loosed and her breasts tumbled out. She abandoned the phone because she had exited from Instagram and covered herself.He looked at the phone's screen, the light had died down.He grabbed her towel with two hands."What are you hiding?""Marcello. My body is my own. If I like I show it to you." Who else do you want to show it?""Oh! Nobody else? You are making a mistake.""Is that? " he forced down the towel with rage and placed his mouth on the succulent breasts. Maria smiled with her face at his back's side, his face buried at her bosom. "Ooohh Gad! Marcello. Marcello. She con
What would make Melissa file a divorce suit against Capo Carlsbad and return to Don Marcello? He was young, yes? Does being a young master make one a good husband? When? Wasn't he the man who told her maids to give her a brush to mob the floor of the kitchen? It wasn't a film trick. He stood away from the wet floor watching how clean she was mobbing the floor. After, he told her if you do not go blah blah. Or wasn't he the one that framed the cruel divorce paper he muscled the lawyer to write? He drove her away without a shelter or alimony, and here he is with the most powerful, if you come for power; with the richest, if you talk of richness. And older, to know how to treat a young wife like a daughter. He was only waiting for the cry of an heir from Melissa to give her half of his kingdom, that is, half of his entire estate. Did Don Marcello put down such a bet for Melissa? He never cared for a child. Would Melissa with her life experiences, not settle down permanen
Now, Melissa is inside. Confirmed.Don Marcello surveyed the area and found a place to lodge. From the window of his chalet overlooking Albridge Road, he could see the Gate of Heaven. "Very Good. The pay is exorbitant but it is worth it."He ran down for a Cognac and cigarettes. "Maria. Should I call her? No, nothing to think now than to watch at the gate. " he told himself andran down again, drove out, bought a stool, with enough height. Bouncing in, he raised it for the receptionist to see," I bought it now," he informed her.He sat on it like a hawk overlooking the Abridge Road, EoT (eyes on target)Excited, he rang his fingers. This is the time he needs secrecy, this is the time he needs to live like a ghost!He ran down to a car dealer's shop and selected a second-hand Hyundai, called Maria, and told her to go learn to drive and use the Bugatti. "I can drive. But I'll enroll to have a certification. "Maria told him."Do. 'cause you will be coming... Yes, I'm sort of holed up