A fat man lounged on a plush couch, a lit cigar perched between his lips, its smoke swirling lazily towards the ceiling. On the ornate table beside him, a glass of whiskey caught the light, casting amber reflections. Two women flanked him, their hands moving in rhythmic motions over his shoulders and back, their touch seemingly light and soothing, using expensive massage oil. Another woman worked diligently at easing the tension from his muscles from behind..His two unwavering subordinates stood at attention before him, the anticipation of his orders hanging heavily in the air."What is your command, boss?" one of them inquired, his voice tinged with a mix of respect and urgency.The man, known only as the boss, exhaled a cloud of smoke before responding, his voice as smooth as the whiskey he sipped. "What's the status of our gambling den, loan company, and drug distribution? Any problems?""Boss, with the military general supporting us, who would dare to challenge us?" the subordina
Our embrace was a tempest of passion, ignited by a desire devoid of love, a realm I had never ventured into before. It was an unbridled, raw longing – a straightforward, primal need for each other, unencumbered by emotions or strings. This was a connection fueled purely by physical desire, a wildness that was both exhilarating and new to me. My body seemed to burn with an insatiable heat every time I touched her, as if she were kindling to my flame. I was breathing her scent. My hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her skin, igniting pleasure points with a fervor that left us both breathless.As my fingers ventured beneath the edge of her clothing, finding her female part already wet with anticipation, her moans of longing filled the air, pushing me to the brink of surrender. I opened my pants, finding her hand was helping me. However, just as I was about to cross that threshold, the red light in our dimly lit room flared to life, a glaring interruption to our fervor.
In my previous life, before I rose to the rank of Marshall, back when my name was whispered in fearful tones by enemies, sleep eluded me. The transition into a life where a peaceful night's slumber became a distant memory marked the beginning of an era defined by vigilance.No longer could I succumb to the deep embrace of rest, for the shadows might harbour assassins and uninvited guests, turning such encounters into a dreadfully regular occurrence, perhaps once or twice a month.This constant threat honed my senses to an extraordinary degree, transforming the slightest whisper of sound during the night into an alarm that jolted me awake. In this new abode, my wariness reached its peak. I resorted to a simple yet effective precaution: balancing a coin on the ledge of the door and window before retiring for the night—a rudimentary, albeit vital, security measure. This old habit persisted in my new surroundings.Tonight, the coin tumbled to the ground. I was roused by the initial clatte
Gazing up at the night sky, I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders as I dialled number after number, my voice a whisper against the vast darkness. The stars above seemed indifferent to the urgency of my mission - ensuring that my identity remained a guarded secret amongst Eden’s group people those in the banking business, cell phone distribution, international selling and purchasing departments, real estate, and music entertainment.Anyone who knew of my connections with Eden was under strict orders to seal their lips or face immediate dismissal.I had learned the hard way that wealth was a double-edged sword. When I was appointed Marshal, an invisible target seemed to form on my back. Bodyguards swarmed around me, their presence a constant reminder of my vulnerability. Every meal was a ceremony of suspicion, each bite scrutinized for poison. The freedom to enjoy the simplest pleasures, like a quiet meal, had been snatched away from me.I couldn't sleep with a woman I liked wi
I scratched my head, confusion clouding my thoughts. Despite my efforts to be good to her—avoiding any form of disturbance or unnecessary teasing, allowing her the space of our home, and consciously keeping my distance to shield her from any negativity or positivity that might emanate from me—I found myself perplexed by her actions.In my mind, I had done nothing but ensure her comfort, even going to great lengths to evade her presence, fearing that my so-called uncontrollable desire might somehow ensnare her, leading us down a path I dared not tread.Her beauty was undeniable, a trait that naturally drew affection from those around her, including myself.She was Celeste’s teacher, and the thought of embarking on an awkward relationship with her, especially with Maria in the house, spelled nothing but impending tragedy. My desires notwithstanding, I knew I had to rein in my emotions, to control the burgeoning connection that threatened to bloom between us.So, I did nothing. Yet, the
In the early morning, two of Leo's subordinates found themselves huddled on a street, frantically attempting to dial their boss's number. Each call met with silence, no one on the other end to take their urgent pleas. "Damn, how long have we been at this?" one muttered, his breath visible in the cold air, frustration etched deeply into his furrowed brow."Our boss won't answer his phone. He usually wakes up no earlier than 10 o'clock, and he hates being disturbed. He's probably silenced his phone," the other explained, his voice laced with worry. They stood outside a local newspaper store, the first rays of the sun casting long shadows as they purchased newspapers, their hands trembling slightly with anxiety."But, at this time, our boss might actually land in jail for real!" Their eyes scanned the headlines, “Leo the real Drug Dealer, the killer of people!” each title of the newspapers was about their boss and his illicit operations."Where is the boss? We have to tell him now," sai
The next morning, within the confines of the chief police office, Raymond, the chief, found himself ensconced in the worn leather of his chair. He leaned back, taking a deep, contemplative breath as he mulled over Lewis's proposal, the remnants of their conversation echoing in the stark, dusty office and the distant hum of the bustling city outside his window.As he ventured deeper into his thoughts, the shrill ring of the phone shattered the silence.“Hello?” he answered, his voice carrying a weary edge.“Chief,” the caller began, urgency laced in their tone, “I think you caught one of our people. It’s time for you to release him.”Raymond’s brows furrowed, his grip on the receiver tightening. “The media frenzy hasn’t subsided yet. I cannot just release Leo after bringing him in. We have our reputation to consider,” he replied, the weight of his position pressing down on him.“I don’t care about your reputation. We had an agreement. I handle the drug issues plaguing your city, and in
Night had fallen on Bali when Lewis contacted me about the murder of the General. In my pastime, I served as a Marshal; obtaining this position was no coincidence, as I possessed a keen mind for devising strategies to overcome my enemy. Giving the general $750,000 monthly? I'd better use the money to remove him from the chessboard.‘The World War 3 was far crueller than this.’"The media, they're going to scramble for every piece of this story," I mused aloud, my words floating through the line to Lewis. "The masses will get wind of it, and if the press keeps prying, the military won't be able to brush this under the rug. But, we need the Police Chief on our side, along with the media. Did he mention his price for cooperation?"Lewis's voice, tinged with a hint of disbelief, responded, "$10 million. He says it's to compensate his team for taking on the military. Though a promotion is likely if he pulls this off, he's also promised to hand over the Leo operations to us."I pondered the