"What was that?" Adrienne asked, her voice trembling with fear. "Hold on, I'll go check," Martin assured her, his own anxiety palpable. He quickly slipped on his thong and glanced back at Adrienne. Grabbing her hand, Martin guided her into a stall. "Stay here, no matter what happens. Don't make a sound. I promise, I'll come back for you and get you out safely," he whispered urgently before closing the stall door. As Martin secured his scarf-like mask around his face, his heart raced with anticipation. He slowly opened the restroom door, only to be met by a masked man holding a gun. "What are you doing in the female's restroom?" the man asked. Martin's eyes widened in surprise as he recognized the familiar voice masked by the intruder's disguise. "Steve?" Martin called out, his voice filled with disbelief. "Boss?" the masked man responded. Their eyes locked, and they both removed their disguises, revealing their identities. "What are you doing here? And why are you armed?" Ma
"I love how commanding you sounded back then," Steve praised Michael. "Yeah, it's my thing," Michael grinned. "What are you doing?" Michael asked Steve sternly, eyeing him as he untied the rope used to bind one of Adrienne's legs. "Her legs must be hurting. She's unconscious and even if she wakes up now, she can't run anywhere. She won't be able to after you hit her head like that," Steve rolled his eyes at Martin. "I am the one in command here. Don't untie her," Michael asserted. "No one's in command here. You are nothing without me, because without me, my boys won't serve or work with you," Steve smirked. "You know what? Let's not argue. You can untie her," Michael said reluctantly, his voice lacking conviction as he found a wooden chair to sit on. He watched intently as Steve began to release Adrienne from her restraints. His eyes were strangely fixated on her now, filled with desire. Thoughts of all the 'fun' he could have with Adrienne flooded his mind, arousing him. "I'll
It was a tense Saturday morning as Mrs. Davison paced anxiously in the room, her mind racing with worry. She hadn't heard a word from Peggy since the previous night. Mrs. Davison's desperation grew as she repeatedly dialed Adrienne's number, only to hear the automated message that the number didn't exist. Suddenly, Daniel stormed into the living room, his anger evident in his expression. "What did you mean on the phone? What do you mean Adrienne was kidnapped?" he shouted at Mrs. Davison. Attempting to maintain some semblance of calm, Mrs. Davison replied, "Daniel, please, try to calm down. I'm just as concerned as you are." With six hours having passed and no contact from Peggy, Mrs. Davison knew she had to reach out to Daniel and inform him about Adrienne's abduction. Taking a deep breath, she began to explain everything that had unfolded since she received the phone call the night before. Tearfully, she narrated her conversation with the kidnappers, the video they had sent he
Martin arrived at his house, only to be met with a devastating sight that took his breath away. The once magnificent mansion now lay in ruins, reduced to scattered debris and ashes. Smoke billowed out from corners, indicating that a fire had ravaged the house. But Martin couldn't fathom how it had come to collapse. Had it exploded? Approaching a group of firefighters working diligently at the scene, Martin inquired about the cause of this unfortunate incident. One of the men paused in his work and turned towards Martin. "Well," he began, pausing to gather his thoughts, "it appears to be a gas explosion. However, we have reason to believe that someone intentionally set fire to the house as well. The boy's quarter and the two cars that were here also caught fire, leading us to suspect the use of petrol as an accelerant." A surge of anger coursed through Martin's veins, his fist involuntarily clenching. Betrayal was one thing, but to go to such extreme lengths as to blow up his house
"Let go of me...!" Adrienne screamed as he forcefully carried her back into the house. "Please, help me escape... huh? I'll pay you anything. Please, don't let that monster touch me again," Adrienne pleaded on the floor. "Are you calling my father a monster?" he shouted indignantly. "Your father?" Adrienne was taken aback. Tears streamed down her face as she realized there was no hope. She had no idea his son was also involved. "He is a monster. He has been terrorizing me every single day, abusing me since he kidnapped me. He's a bloody monster!" Adrienne shouted as she cried. He lunged at her and delivered a painful slap across her cheeks, intensifying her tears. She couldn't contain her frustration and began screaming and screaming. "What did you do to my father?" he asked menacingly. "I killed him," Adrienne said through her tears, laughing bitterly. He squatted beside her, his anger pulsing, and slapped her again. "You bitch!" "Asshole!" She retorted defiantly. "I'll
"Hello," Martin approached Evelyn's table with a smile. "Hi," she greeted with a faint smile. "I'm Jake," Martin introduced himself, extending his hand for a handshake. "Eve," she responded curtly, opting not to shake his hand. Martin retracted his outstretched hand. The waiter arrived with Evelyn's order, and she paid using cash she had received from Michael. "So, I assume you're one of those hot, single, wealthy women in their fifties, right? Well, I happen to be hot, rich, and single myself," he said playfully, winking at her. Evelyn let out a chuckle, finding his comment amusing. "What are you getting at?" She asked. "Let's hook up. Let's get together," Martin smiled at her. "I am actually married," she replied. "But definitely not happily married. You know, at some point in a marriage, the spark fades, and the couple starts seeing each other as mere housemates. The husband seeks solace in the arms of younger women, while the wife is fully aware of his affairs but rem
Daisy's relentless barking jolted 'young master' awake from his slumber, causing him to head outside to investigate. Kneeling down next to Daisy, he attempted to calm her, his voice hoarse. "What's wrong, Daisy? Do you want to come inside?" He gently stroked her fur. But before he could process the situation further, a commanding voice pierced through the night. It was Andrew, his face concealed behind a mask, and a menacing gun pointed directly at him. "Get up. Put your hands behind your head," he ordered. Fear surged through 'young master' but he tried to hide it as he reluctantly turned to face his assailant. In that split second, Andrew's foot connected brutally with his face, resulting in a crimson stream of blood trickling from his wounded lips. Enraged, he cried out from his position on the floor. "What the hell!" "I said, hands behind your head. Do it unless you want a bullet in you, and I'm not joking," Andrew emphasized, his threat palpable. Fixating his gaze on A
Slowly, he rolled the dress up her body, his palms gliding gently over her bare skin. Her gaze quivered, overwhelmed by the sensation of his caressing touch. Sitting up, she allowed him to unclasp the dress from her neck, grateful for its sleeveless and free design that made it effortless to remove. With a graceful toss, he discarded it onto the floor, leaving her completely bare before him. "Ready?" he asked, his voice filled with tenderness and she simply nodded in response. In one fluid motion, he swept her into his arms, effortlessly lifting her weight as if she were weightless. She instinctively wrapped her hands around his neck, finding comfort and security in his touch. Together, they entered the bathroom, where a warm bath awaited them in the inviting bathtub. With utmost care, he lowered her into the soothing waters, watching as she sank deeper, a blissful sigh escaping her lips. Kneeling by the tub, he watched her and his eyes were filled with adoration. A gentle smile