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
"Watch out, Alex!" Celeste's voice pierced the evening air, laced with panic. I felt an intense heat lash against my back, a sensation so sudden and fierce that it momentarily stole my breath. The cacophony of an explosion echoed through the café, reverberating off the walls with a deafening roar.In that instant, realization dawned on me—it was a firework. My gaze snapped towards the window, overlooking the bar nestled by the sea, where a group of revellers, their judgment clouded by alcohol, were carelessly setting off fireworks. One had gone awry, its trajectory sending it hurtling towards us. Celeste, her eyes wide with alarm, looked past me towards the unfolding chaos, her voice rising in a frantic attempt to warn me.The firework, a harbinger of pandemonium, burst apart in a dazzling display of light that, under different circumstances, would have been mesmerizing. Instead, it heralded disaster as it detonated within the confines of the local bar.The serene night was shattered
"Let's do it then," I whispered in her ear as I lifted her up in a princess carry. I brought her to my villa and put her on the kings size bed. I looked at her beautiful face, which was uniquely pretty. Sharp and soft at the same time, with her tender eyes. I felt not just desire but my heart starting to beat.Gisella had long black hair, not totally straight but a bit wavy, seeming a bit messy, which gave it a beautiful wave. Her body was perfect, the kind one might find in a yoga instructor or dancer, meaning it curved like a Spanish guitar.With tenderness, I kissed her soft lips. I wanted to be as tender as one could, giving her all kinds of happiness without any discomfort. It was like driving a car or motorcycle, with each gear change unnoticed and feeling smooth.With my ability, I found her pleasure point, using the most delicate movement to raise it, to make her feel in the clouds, slowly raising her desire as smoothly as I could while my hand slowly opened her clothes.Her s