Adewole Olayiwola Kelvin

[Adewole Olayiwola Kelvin]

SURVIVOR: Ghost – Bodyguard Series (S01 • E025) 🩸🔞

By Adewole Kelvin (Taleskeeper)

⚠️ WARNING: This episode contains explicit sexual content, strong language, dominance, and mature themes. Read at your own risk. 18+ only.

“FLESH AND POSSESSION”

Miguel’s Pov ☠️

SMACKS! SMACKS! SMACKS! SMACK! SMACK!

OHH SHIT, OHH SHIT! OHH SHIT, OHH SHIT!!

In the next minutes, the sound of our flesh colliding and her uncontrollable moans started filling the room, raw, loud, mindless right after the s*x worker I’m banging chased my gang soldiers out harshly, like stray dogs, without even thinking I’m there. The same men I had barked at earlier to get those imbecile’s dead bodies out of my sight. And yet they had the nerve to interrupt, busting the door open like fools, no knock, no warning, no respect. For whatever reason, I felt like they deserved what she gave them. Yeah… they did. Even though it’s something I don’t usually tolerate. My gang soldiers? Despite catching us in the middle of making out on the couch, these imbeciles looked past that, shocked for a second, but still tried to step inside like nothing was happening. Like… they really tried to enter, knowing damn well we were in the middle of something. No regard for privacy. No sense. God, even a five-year-old kid knows better than that. And respects it.

Even in the sweet moment, I felt really disappointed, I never expected they’d do that, immediately made me had murder on my mind… nothing else but murder. If there had been a gun in my hand, I swear, I could’ve killed them right there. No second thoughts. Even so, I still wanted to give the slut m*****g to my thrusts a warning, a caution for the bold shit she pulled without my consent. I could say this a thousand times: death finds whoever tries that with me. But she didn’t wait for my caution. Didn’t slow down. She just went back to where we left off, dominating me with a kiss so full of irresistible pleasure, I hated how much I wanted it. She clung to my body like she was the only one alive with the right to touch me… the only one who had full access to my damn soul.

This fueled me with even more desire, drowning the disappointment I’d felt from my boys completely. I lifted her up into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist, and walked around the couch like I owned her body. Dropped her on the large table close by… then again on the couch. I was lost in the moment, didn’t even know what the f**k I was doing, but I savored every second of it. The make-out. The body contact. The way our skin slapped, rubbed, connected. The way she held onto me like she needed it. I touched every inch of her… rubbed her everywhere. Groped her big a*s and full, round b*****s like she was nothing. And yeah, she’s nothing to me.

Now, I was gaining full advantage over her, f*****g her in a standing position behind the couch both stark n***d. She clutched the headrest tight, back arched perfectly, her big a*s raised high for deep penetration, all thanks to the heels she wore that had her hips tilted just right. With both hands gripping her waist, I thrust into her, my hips snapping back and forth in a fast, vicious rhythm. I was thrusting deep, hard, and fast, my body tense like I was about to explode. My breathing was heavy, ragged, wild from the way I moved inside her. And inside her? F**k… it was too damn good. Her p***y was already soaking, too wet, too hot, and that slippery grip just pulled me in deeper, made everything faster, smoother… filthier. Every strokes inside her gave me this mad, delicious rush, like my c**k was chasing something I couldn’t name. I wanted more. And more. And more.

I enjoyed the sight of my c**k sliding in and out of her with ease, wet, tight, perfect, but what turned me on more was her body’s reaction… the way she trembled from each deep thrust I drove through her. But the most enjoyable part? Her a*s cheeks. The way they plumped and jiggled, bouncing up and down, clapping loud against my pelvis with every thrust. That sound? God, it fueled me. The sight of those cheeks slapping back with every thrust, it excited me, motivated me, gave me a rush so strong I couldn’t hold back. I moved one hand from her waist to grab them, squeeze them, feel them slap into my skin. I spanked her hard, once, twice, then turned it into a rhythm. A drum. Slap after slap, in sync with the way I pounded into her from behind. My thrusts grew faster. Deeper. The sound of flesh louder. The chain on her waist flickered in motion, God, it was wild, swinging with each stroke like her body was made for this.

I don’t know why I felt that way. Everything about her, the way she arched her back, how her body jerked with every thrust, the way she looked over her shoulder and bit her lip, trying to hold back her moans, it didn’t just turn me on, it heightened me. Her smooth, dark skin. The curves. The reactions. All of it pushed me deeper into the moment. And it wasn’t new. I’d seen this kind of heat with Marissa too when I used to bang her. But this? This felt different. Like I shouldn’t stop. Her p***y gripped my c**k warm and tight, soaked to the brim, and it made me throb harder inside her. I was lost. Lost in the rhythm. Lost in the sound. Lost in the feel of her walls wrapped around c**k. I couldn’t think of anything else but the s*x happening right now. Right then. Nothing else existed.

Yes… Nothing else existed. Nothing mattered. Not even if Marissa walked in and found us like this. And if she did, what could she possibly do? Nothing. She can’t do shit. Besides, her father owes me a pile of cash, just like this slut I’m banging right now. That’s why he gave her to me temporarily, until he finishes paying up my money… which he’s already been failing to do. Marissa’s just one lucky bitch I haven’t turned into a s*x worker like the rest of the debtor’s daughters working for me, only because of her father’s position… and because she’s found favor in my eyes. I like her. I hate to admit it, but what I feel for her just hits different. And speaking of her… where the f**k is she right now? She’s taking too long to return from that score she went to settle with someone unknown. I’m sure whatever it is, it’s a score that’s only settled with death. So I wouldn’t be surprised. But one thing I know for sure, this s*x happening right now between me and this slut? It would never be happening if Marissa was here.

And the s*x? I still couldn’t believe I was actually having it raw, no condoms, just me, fully in. My eyes locked on the action… the way I thrust, deep and fast, slamming through her vaginal canal that kept twitching around my girth every damn second. The more I drilled, the tighter, warmer, and wetter she got, making my c**k slicker, gliding in with ease but hitting hard. My hands gripped her waist firm, holding her steady as I pounded her from behind. Each thrust pushed into her with a wet squelch, SQUISH, SQUISH, SQUISH!, loud, shameless, real. She started m*****g, couldn’t hold it back, her body squirming, her head tilting back in pleasure. The bitch must be loving it. I could tell. Her hands clutched the couch so tight like she’d rip it apart, her fingers curling more and more with every second I stayed inside her.

S*x worker: Mmm… ohh, shit… f**k… yes… right there, ahhh…

SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!!

Aside from that, and knowing she’s a s*x worker who’s probably let all kinds of men hit it raw, I doubt she ever even allows condoms. The way she moans to my thrusts? Shit, that alone sends waves of pleasure rushing through me. From my c**k, up my spine, all over. I could feel myself swelling inside her. Growing thicker. Stretching her to the end. I didn’t just feel her p***y’s tightness and heat, I felt it dragging me in deeper, pulling me in, wrapping around my d**k like it didn’t want to let go. Her walls twitched around me. Warming. Wetting. Welcoming. And her a*s? Bouncing mad, fast and wild with every slam. Plump cheeks of her a*s jiggling like they got a mind of their own. That pressure, the smack sounds? Addictive.

My body? Covered in sweat. I felt it trickling down my face, dripping off my chin. My whole body felt soaked, like I was under a damn shower.
Her back? Same thing. Beads of sweat rolled down her spine, making her dark skin shine, slippery and hot. I ran my hands over her a*s, and even that felt slick from all the heat. My muscles tensed. I couldn’t help it. My jaw clenched, my thighs tightened, and I slammed deeper, burying myself harder with each thrust. I gritted my teeth, eyes shut tight, chin raised, just trying to feel every bit of this. Drowning in the pleasure.

With that, I still don’t think she lets men use condoms at all, not with the way she reacts. M*****g with ecstasy before you even go in. I bet those other guys didn’t mind. Every man loves raw s*x. They just hate what comes after. But me? I ain’t like the rest. So how the f**k did I not think of protection before diving into her? As concerned as I’m, I feel consumed by pleasure and enjoy doing it raw.

Even so, as consumed as I was, drowning in that mad pleasure, and without even reaching my climax yet, I suddenly gripped her waist tight and slammed one last deep thrust into her. Buried to the hilt. I could feel my glans nudge something deep inside her, but I didn’t give a damn. That feeling? Too damn delicious to stop. She instantly threw one hand behind her, tapping frantically at her a*s cheek as it trembled, her head tilted all the way back like she was praying to God Himself. And that loud howl she let out? Man… it echoed like music in the room.

S*x worker: Hnnngh…
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Lorenzo: Ahh!

I moaned softly. And nothing else made me m**n like the way her walls quivered around every inch of my girth as I buried my c**k deep inside her. The relief… it was wild. A wave of raw pleasure washed through my soaked glans still pulsing inside her, and yet, I was still turned on. Still burning. My body? On fire. I pulled out slowly without releasing. My eyes dropped straight to my c**k, seven thick-veined inches dripping wet, slick with her juice. I stared, focused, as something crossed my mind… but I gave that moment to just watch it glisten. Right then, she got up, slowly turned around and tuck her hair right over her left earlobe. Then, she sat on the couch headrest, her chest rising and falling, and she moaned breathlessly, eyes half-lidded with lust, right after I pulled out…

S*x worker: Ohh, Jefe… you fucked me like a wild stallion.That last thrust… that was the one. The one I’ve been craving. But damn it… you pulled out just when I was this close to reaching the best orgasm of my life…

The moment she finished speaking, I gripped her neck tight and yanked her face closer to mine with deadly precision. She was still seated on the couch, but she flinched hard. I saw it in her eyes, fear. Real fear. Startled and shaken by my move, she grabbed my right hand, the one I used to choke her. Her grip was tight… trembling. That reaction alone forced a question out of her lips, one I answered coldly, without blinking.

S*x worker: So… this is it? You’re finally going to kill me… snap my neck?
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Miguel: No. I’m gonna f**k you… because you still owe me more.
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S*x worker: (snorts) Oh, I see, Jefe… and I like what I’m seeing, what’s long and thick down there between those legs. I didn’t know you were packing that much… Guess I’m not dying bad after all. But if I’m going to die, then let me die in ecstasy, satisfied, knowing I was fucked over the edge by that real c**k of yours. So come on… f**k me, Jefe.
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Miguel: Is that so? You’d love to die with my c**k buried inside you while I snap your neck like a stick? You really don’t think before you speak, do you? Huh… (chuckles darkly) Bravest damn choice in history. I like that. Now, tell me… what name do you go by, so when I recall this day, I’ll remember how I snapped your neck like a goat and tossed your body to my Alsatians like fried chicken… to tear you into pieces…

I asked coldly, yanking her face closer, our lips barely a breath apart. As I leaned in, tilting my head to the side, my eyes drifted from her cheek down to her neck… still hard between my legs.

S*x worker: Eliana… beautiful name, isn’t it? But I fear I may never get this chance again. So come on, Jefe… let’s finish this once and for all. I want to feel you inside me, one last time.

After telling me her name, she added sharply and boldly, not giving me the chance to utter a word. Then, still sitting on the couch’s headrest, she locked her legs tightly around my waist and pulled me closer. Her arms slid around my back, and she landed a deep kiss on my lips, all while stroking the glan of my c**k. That stroke, sharp, slow, sent a wave of twitchy pleasure pulsing through my body. It got more intense as our kiss turned hungry, lustful, like we were starving for each other. My palm was still gripping her neck, holding her close, until she finally stopped stroking and I wrapped her arms around my neck instead, like she wants to get through me

Without wasting time, I held my c**k and guided it to her slick p***y entrance as we kissed. She was still soaked, so wet that I barely pushed in halfway before her p***y lips clamped down on me. The slickness made the slide effortless. Suddenly, she leaped from the chair and made me take a few steps backward, then lowered herself onto me in one bold move. My c**k slid deep inside her, inch by inch, swallowed whole as she let out a squeal, then a soft m**n. We kept kissing, deep, lustful, her b*****s pressing tightly against my chest like our bodies wanted to merge into one. The pleasure surged hard from my c**k up through my body as her tight, wet walls gripped me, clenching around every inch, locking me inside her.

Fully inside her, I clutched her a*s cheeks firmly with both hands. I didn’t even move, just stood there, buried deep. But then she started moving her waist on her own… slow, flexible rolls forward and backward, grinding on me with a rhythm that wasn’t rushed. The motion wasn’t up and down, it was side to side, and it made my c**k feel like it was being twisted and gripped from every angle inside her. Her p***y clung to my girth with a tightness that drove me wild, making it feel like she was milking every inch of me, slowly.

As she continued to roll her waist forward and backward with that same flexible body rhythm, her walls gripped me tighter by the second, tensing up my whole body with pleasure. Her breaths grew ragged as we kissed wildly, her palms clutching my face, our lips and noses brushing, faces pressed close, her elbows resting on my shoulders. I clutched her soft a*s cheeks, even spread them wider from the irresistible pleasure building inside me. But it was the way she kissed me, rough, desperate, her breath shaky, as if she was trying to hold something back in her throat. A m**n. I could feel it. Yeah… I could. I could sense it.

But then, she broke the kiss and began to let out soft moans at first, gripping my body tightly with her arms still wrapped around my neck. She left my lips and pressed her cheek against mine.

S*x worker: Mmmmnnh!

Pressing her cheeks against mine, she kept gyrating, her body rolling smoothly as my c**k slid deeper inside her. Her moans began to rise, breathy and strained, growing louder with each passing second as her pace picked up, her voice breaking into moanful fragments of words. And I like it. Yeah… I f*****g like it. But I mocked her, coldly.

S*x worker: Mmm, ahhh… f**k… yes, yes, right there! Ohh… shiiit…
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Miguel: Look at you, squirming, m*****g like you’re about to split in two. And to think… this is the same bitch who wanted to die with my c**k buried deep inside her, while I snap her neck like it’s nothing..
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S*x worker: (ragged, m*****g voice) Then make it happen, screw me hard and deep like a real man, and stop putting on a damn stagnant show.

As soon as she finished saying that, I scoffed, turned around, and slammed her down hard on the large table, the one littered with guns, cards, and stacks of money, sending everything scattering from the force I used. That sudden move brought a seductive grin to her lips as she leaned back slightly on the table, wrapping her arm around my neck and parting her thighs, chuckling with a low, amused breath.

S*x worker: Ohh, yes… I’m loving this energy you’re bringing. Come on, slam into me. Fill me up with all your orgasms, Jefe.

This time, she groped her left round boob right at my face, biting down on her lower lip, giving me that same damn look again. As much as I hate to admit it, those words of hers fired me up, and the way she kept groping her b****t like that, slow and deliberate, just made it worse. I was turned on more than I wanted to show. But I didn’t say a word. Just gave her a calm, unreadable look that didn’t give away how much I wanted to f**k her right there.

She was shaved between her legs, something I already knew, but still, it lit something up in me again. Calmly, I snorted, then yanked her closer by the legs, a little rough. She instantly locked her thighs around my waist, still biting her lip with that same seductive look. Then I gripped her neck and slid in, balls deep, easy, warm, and slippery. She let out a sharp exhale the moment I filled her. Her walls wrapped around me tight, wet, and warm. God… she was gripping me like she didn’t want to let go, but I didn’t react, as we maintained eyes contact.

But then, I noticed her breathing, heavier, sharper, every m**n laced with the rhythm of each thrust I drove deep through her wet canal. Her body started moving on its own, gyrating with the pace I set. I didn’t slow down, not even for a second. I kept going, fast, deep, still gripping her neck tight as her body jerked with each slam. What caught my eyes most was her chest, those big, round tits bouncing wildly with every thrust, clapping softly but loud enough to hear over my pace. That was the first time I ever really heard that sound. And damn, the sight of them jiggling like that had my full attention.

Not only did it have my attention, I craved them. I wanted to taste those tits with my mouth, feel them between my lips. And I wouldn’t have minded it one bit. She’s nothing but a slut, after all. But there was something she kept doing, staring into my eyes like a hungry dog that hadn’t eaten in days. Her body moved wildly now, matching my pace as I drove into her harder, faster. Her p***y couldn’t stop reacting, twitching tighter, wetter, warmer around my c**k, sending shivers down my spine and making me clench my a*s cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure. Her breaths, sharp and heavy before, started to turn into full-blown moans, louder now, raw and shameless.

S*x worker: Ahh, yes! You’re doing just right… Go faster… deeper—f**k, give it to me…
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Miguel: Hmm… Is that what you want?
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S*x worker: Yes, f**k me harder. Deeper. Don’t you dare stop.

I scoffed at her confident words. I hate to admit it, but that’s exactly the kind of thing I love hearing when I’m on top of a woman, especially in this position. It’s like they should be begging me to go wild on them… to dominate them completely. Amused by her, I didn’t smile. I just gave her that dark look, the kind that says, brace yourself. Then I let go of her neck and planted my hands down on the table, right by her sides. That move alone made her lock her legs tighter around my waist. I didn’t stop, kept thrusting fast, deep, driving straight through her wet canal. Her muscles clenched around my c**k in rhythm, tighter every second. Her body moved to match mine, wild and urgent. Arms wrapped tight around my neck, head tilted back, moans spilling louder from her lips, pushing me to go even harder and rolling her eyes into the back of her head. The bitch must really be loving it. Miserable f**k!

Drawn to her tits bouncing with every rhythm of her body, I lowered my head to the left one and took it into my mouth, s*****g hard, biting gently. My waist didn’t slow down. I kept moving, fast and rough, my butt cheeks tightening with each deep, hard thrust I slammed into her. We were both drenched in sweat, our bodies slick, sliding against each other. My pelvis smacked between her thighs over and over, filling the room with loud, wet sounds, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, fueling the moment. I kept thrusting, kept s*****g on her b****t, even burying my face in it, lost in the heat of it all. Then I bit it one last time, making her body squirm wildly beneath me. I raised my head, eyes locking on her twitching, moanful face as I thrust in and out, smirking, her body continually jerking intensely.

Seeing how she responded to the way I was screwing her, her body twitching, biting her lips, head tilting back and forth restlessly every second, I said in a mocking tone, smirking as I watched her m**n beneath me.

Miguel: Eliana, Eliana… the determined one who wants to die in ecstasy, satisfied by my own c**k. I wish your f*****g Nigerian debtor father, Badmus Benson, was here to witness how his precious daughter wants to die wishfully like that. I wouldn’t be surprised though. I heard Nigerians breed a lot, especially in the North, so your father might not even mourn your miserable death for long. He’s got four grown sons, quadralets, your brothers, strong and breathing. What’s one daughter gone? What should I even expect from that weak-a*s country called Nigeria? Over 200 million people crowding it. No wonder France once thought about testing nuclear weapons there. But I heard something else too… I heard Nigerian girls are beautiful.
Aren’t they? Hmm?
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S*x worker: (sharply in moanful voice) I don’t wanna f*****g know or care… As long as you don’t, don’t stop, f—ahhh… hnngh!

SMACK! PUFF!
SMACK!! PUFF!!
SMACK!!! PUFF!!!

Miguel: Now I see why your father won’t mourn you for long. You’re a wild… stupid daughter, just like I heard Nigerian parents don’t tolerate. No wonder he didn’t beg when I called him… told him I had you here, working off the debt he couldn’t pay. He already knows I’ve been dealing with. But It’s a shame, you’re really going to die for nothing. Wasted for nothing, just for trespassing. (Snorts) Look at you… trembling, m*****g from my thrust. I bet no one’s ever fucked you like I do. Has anyone?

I asked darkly, staring into her face. But she only looked back at me, rolled her eyes, and kept m*****g, her expression twitching with pleasure as our faces stayed close. It was obvious she was enjoying it… maybe even too much. She tilted her head back, arms wrapping tighter around my neck, clinging to me like she couldn’t let go. Her fingers traced desperate patterns across my back, and her body, soft, warm, melting into mine. But instead, she arched her back, m*****g loud and raw, her voice slipping out in broken, desperate sounds.

S*x worker: Ahhh, f**k, yes, jefe…. right there… rrrghhh… oh, shit..
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Miguel: (calmly and dominantly) Oh yeah… m**n for me. That’s it, m**n for me like the miserable slut you’re.
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S*x worker: (gasp) F**k! Yes, harder. You’re stretching me so good… Go harder. Ride me harder..

I slammed into her, deep and fast, intensifying my pace, my thrusts, my movement, getting even harder, thicker, pulsing inside her twitching heat. She was too sweet, too damn pleasurable, so wet, so warm, so f*****g welcoming that it dragged me deeper. Stopping wasn’t even an option. I could feel her breath, sharper, faster, heavier, warmer, fanning against my chest with every second. Her thighs squirmed around my waist, tightening, trembling, as the things on the table beneath us scattered and shook with every slam. Orgasm? Far off. Nowhere close. I wasn’t ready to come. I didn’t want to. Not yet. Even in the madness of pleasure, panting hard, I cleared my throat and blurted out.

Miguel: Tell me, how many men have been between your thighs, raw, no protection, hmm?
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S*x worker: (in a soft, moanful voice) Uhhh, f**k!… I knew you’d ask that. I can’t speak for others… but for me? Mhmm, no condom, no s*x, not even for a one-night stand. That’s my rule. Only two ever did… you, and my dildo.
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Miguel: Rule? I see. So now you’ve got your own rules, before even paying back my f*****g money? Well, as long as your miserable black a*s keeps getting paid and my money comes in full, I couldn’t care less. But to think… you even use a dildo. Pathetic.

What could I possibly expect from this bastard slut? Lust is written all over her damn face, anybody with half a brain can tell she’s one hell of a baddie. Even after what I discovered, I still wanted to press her, get something out of her… find out if Perro had messed around with her. Especially since she already spilled that only two ever went in raw, me, and her damn dildo. But f**k that. I killed the thought quick. It’s not my f*****g business, and entertaining that shit would only give her more edge. I’m the boss, and that position stays like that, to be feared and respected. Period!

Minutes later, we were still at it, completely consumed by the pleasure. I was breathing heavily, drenched in sweat, my waist moving without mercy as I slammed my c**k into her over and over. It felt like my body had a mind of its own now, like I was possessed, f*****g her wildly. The large table beneath us squeaked nonstop, everything on it shaking and clattering with each thrust. I groaned under my breath, low and rough, the pleasure eating me alive. Her moans grew louder, desperate, our sweaty bodies colliding with hard, wet smacks. And even then, she didn’t stop pushing me further, gripping my a*s tight, her nails digging into my skin, tearing a bit, like she wanted to mark me.

It hurt, but damn, it was even more pleasurable. The whole room felt like it was on fire as we bonked like our lives depended on it. I couldn’t tell how long we’d been going. Time was gone. All I could think about was the heat, the tight, wet grip of her around me, and the pleasure ripping through me like a wave I never wanted to stop. She moaned louder with every thrust, mouth open, drooling, her eyes rolling back like she’d lost all control. Her body moved wild and fast beneath me, no resistance. Just pure, wet submission. Her insides kept clutching tighter, twitching around my c**k, but still so wet it made every stroke slide in and out with maddening ease.

In that moment, I felt myself approaching orgasm, a different kind of tension, far more intense than anything I’d felt before. My muscles clenched all at once; I could feel my toes curling, my butt cheeks tightening, my thighs locking up. My chest rose and fell fast, my heart p******g hard. But I didn’t stop. I kept thrusting into her, my waist moving with wild energy, drilling deep and hitting the very end of her. Each stroke sent shivers through her whole body. That was when I pushed harder, increased my pace faster than ever, grabbed her left thigh and pinned it above my waist, and started banging her relentlessly. My eyes closed. My breath sharp. To consumed by the the waves of pleasure surging through my body. And then she let it out, loud, broken words, torn from her throat.

S*x worker: F**k me… f**k me harder, Jefe…! Deeper, ahh, right there… ohh shit… yes… yes…! Fill me… f-fill me with your orgasms, I’m about to, ahhh, yes, yes…!

SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!!

The sound of our flesh colliding never stopped, loud, wet, and constant. Her entire body moved wildly, bouncing beneath me with quick, desperate rhythm. Her eyes rolled back, mouth hanging open, overwhelmed by my relentless thrusts and the slick squelching that echoed with every stroke. I gritted my teeth, tightening my butt cheeks with each deep push, waves of pleasure rising fast as I neared orgasm. My body tensed, eyes shut, head tilted back, and just before the release, I yanked out of her p***y after a few final, deep thrusts, stopping myself from coming inside her.

As soon as I pulled out of her, I came, hard. Thick, creamy spurts of my orgasm shot out sharp from my c**k, splashing across her b*****s, trickling down her skin as I clenched my butt cheeks tight from the intense release. The pleasure turned into a wave of relief… and deep, heavy satisfaction. She collapsed immediately onto the couch, chest rising and falling fast, panting hard, her legs dropping from where they’d been locked around my waist. I didn’t say a word. I just slumped beside her, crashing onto the table next to the couch without a single care for the guns, money, or whatever else was scattered on it.

Then I began panting heavily, looking upwards, feeling relaxed, but more relieved than anything else. I didn’t even bther glancing at her. Dead silence hung between us. She was looking up too, breathing harder than I was. From the corner of my eye, I caught her smiling. I bet she’d never had this kind of experience in her life. Moments later, after slumping and relaxing beside her, I turned slightly and caught sight of the plastic spark-wheel lighter a short distance away on the table. I stretched my hand toward it, grabbed it, sat up, and dropped down from the wide table, walking calmly to the couch n***d with a gun, drenched in sweat even feeling as they trickles down from my body.

As I reached the couch n***d, I picked up my Cuban cigar from the table before the couch and lit it with the lighter. I tossed the lighter onto the table, moved the cigar between my lips, and stood still beside the table, puffing on it with poise. While I did that, Eliana, still lying on her back on the table, blurted something out with a big grin. Then she sat up, crossed her legs, and leaned back slightly, her hands braced behind her on the large table as she looked straight at me.

S*x worker: God… that was insane. You almost broke me, jefe. (She licks Miguel’s sperms slowly, relishingly.) Ohh… it’s such a pity you wasted your loads on my body… Because I really wanted you to fill me so bad with them. To feel that thick warmth deep inside me, dripping out of me… Even to taste them, swallow every drop. (She moaned softly.) I mean, I’m all yours, huh? You own this body… you can do whatever you want with it. (She let out a breathless laugh) Still… that was the best experience I’ve ever had with you. Ohh, I can’t even feel my legs anymore. You made me c*m so hard I saw stars… (She smiled, voice low) No one’s ever fucked me like you just did… jefe.
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Miguel: I know. Now get the f**k out of my sight… before I change my mind.

I snarled with a serious expression, hooking my left toes under her dark gown and curling it upward. I grasped it with one hand and threw it at her, rough, but calm, exhaling smoke from my mouth as I did.
She caught it and jumped down from the large table in a hurry. I still can’t believe the imbecile had the nerve to speak, even with a gun with me.

For a few seconds, I watched her clean my c*m off her body and slowly dress herself, her eyes still feasting on me the whole time. Then I turned and walked over to the medical bed, the same one Marissa laid on earlier this afternoon while getting massaged by the therapist. The same therapist she ended. I figured she might’ve been a plan spoiler. Whatever Marissa had planned for her friend, Camellia or whatever the f**k her name was, I wasn’t about to let anyone ruin it. Dead or not… who gives a f**k? Pity. The poor therapist’s family would just be finding a dead person. Pathetic.

As I reached for the bottle on the tray beside the medical bed, I heard the click of a gun. By the time I looked in Eliana’s direction, I froze, stunned by the sight of her pointing one of the shotguns at me with deadly focus, one eye shut like a trained sniper. It made me swallow softly… even with a gun in my own hand. She looked good. That posture. The way she held the weapon like she knew exactly what she was doing. And when she spoke, gruff, controlled, eyes locked on me, I didn’t flinch. I stood my ground, bold as ever. No way in hell I’d let her see fear in me.

S*x worker: If you try to make a move, I’ll blow your brain out before you even think of pulling that trigger… or opening your damn mouth. Test me, Jefe.

Despite everything, I held the gun tight, ready to pull the trigger. Even if I had to die… I sure as hell wasn’t dying in the hands of a woman. Not even a man, let alone her. She kept that gun pointed at me for a few minutes, steady and unshaken. And in that moment, I thought hard about what to do. Being daring wouldn’t fix shit. Sometimes, playing it cool is the only way out. So I dropped the gun to the floor. Suddenly, she burst into laughter, loud, sharp, unbothered. Then she tossed the shotgun onto the table and said, folding her arms on her chest without a shred of remorse

S*x worker: No fear, I see. But really… you thought I’d pull the trigger? Ha-ah. No, Jefe, I wasn’t taught that way. I know I probably freaked you out with that little stunt. You know… pointing a loaded gun right at you like that. (She smirks, then chuckles softly.) Just kidding, Jefe. There’s no way I’d kill the man who gave me the best f**k of my life just minutes ago. Only an ingrate would do that. Nice guns you’ve got here, by the way.
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Miguel: And a nice f*****g death’s coming your way, you mad bitch.

She really expected me to believe that? I snapped, dropped the Cuban cigar and stormed toward her with fury. That shook her. She panicked, stepping back fast, but ran out of space the moment her backside hit the edge of the large table. I grabbed her by the neck with both hands, tight, yanking her face close to mine. I glared at her, death in my stare, and told her off coldly, face to face. She gave me a side-glance, shock and fear written all over her like she never thought I’d go this far. But if I didn’t? This imbecile would never learn her place.

Miguel: How dare you mess with me like that? I see my c**k, inside you for just a few fleeting minutes, really got into your head, huh? Made you feel privileged… confident enough to think you can play me now? (He scoffs, eyes locked on her.) All it took was one taste… one damn fantasy f**k, and suddenly you think you know me? Hmm?
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S*x worker: (coughing, gasping) N-n-no… J–Jefe… I… I was… (She chokes slightly, voice shaking) It won’t… I didn’t mean… (Her words stumble, eyes wide, throat caught) You’re ch… you’re…
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Miguel: Hm. Confident and bold enough to speak to me at the verge of death? (He chuckles darkly.) Wow… you’ve grown some f*****g balls, girl. Only reason your neck wasn’t snapped like a damn twig… is because I chose not to. I could’ve dumped your f*****g a*s to my Alsatians, let them dismantle you like scraps. Into nothing. Into pieces. Hmm?

She shook her head in fear, veins bulging across her face, eyes red and glassy with tears. I tightened my grip around her throat, choking her, watching her struggle for breath. She trembled beneath my hands, gasping, her fingers digging into my wrists as I kept tearing into her with every word. Still holding her tight.

Miguel: Or maybe you think all these features… this curvaceous little body of yours… was what changed my mind about killing you? (He chuckles coldly.) Please. I’ve got a fine-a*s queen with glistening pumpkin skin, she’s got it all, and she still knows better than to mess with me. So don’t flatter yourself. This? It’s nothing to me. You are nothing to me. (He shakes his head slightly) God… I wonder why doing the right thing always ends in regret. Why giving someone a chance always comes back to bite. People like you always give me one more reason to stop showing mercy. And maybe I’m not good, but I’m a man of my word. When I say you are dead… you dead. (He stares deep into her eyes, face hard.) You made me regret sparing you. I should’ve killed you the second I was done f*****g you. You’ve got yourself to blame for that. I gave you something rare. A chance. A sliver of mercy. And look where it got you. You’re f*****g done for, girl. But… (pauses)… Maybe a little reasoning from you could change my mind. So give me one valid reason, just one, why I shouldn’t snap your neck right now… and send you to your ancestors in the afterlife.
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S*x worker: Because… because… I, I had the chance to… to kill you… but I didn’t… (Her voice shakes, the words struggling out) And… and if… if you k-kill me now… at least I’d die knowing I was killed by a real man… (She swallows hard, rushing her words) One who made me feel good… like a real woman… for the first time in my life… ever since I started letting men between my legs.

As I heard that, I chuckled coldly and growled.

Miguel: Haha, Fool.

Then I tightened my grip on her neck, without a care in the world.
Even though I knew she was right about one thing. She had the chance to kill me… and didn’t. Despite everything I did to her. Most people wouldn’t have hesitated. They’d have pulled the trigger without a second thought. But not her. She used that restraint as a joke. As leverage. As if mercy made her smarter than me. But I couldn’t care less. This? This would be the biggest lesson of her life, if she lived long enough to learn from it. I choked her harder, staring into her with a look that held no pity. Her eyes were slowly shutting, and the grip on my wrists… fading. Her hands were limp now. And I just kept watching.

As much as I wanted to choke the life out of her… a part of me, deep down, just wanted to spare her. Maybe it was because of what she said. The one thing I didn’t expect. The one reason I actually wanted to hear. And yet… my hands stayed around her throat, tight. I was still drawn to the feeling of throttling her, the way her body weakened in my grip, the way her fear fed my control… But it felt good. In that moment, I snarled.

Miguel: Argh!

After snarling, I let go with one hand still gripping her neck, then shoved her to the floor with the other, harsh and without hesitation. She hit the ground hard, landing on her hands and knees, coughing violently, as she gasped loud for air, one hand clutching her throat. I just stood there… watching. Watching her choke and struggle like a dog. Then I warned.

Miguel: You try that shit you pulled today with me again, and expect a rewarding death. And I promise you this… it’ll be worse than anything you could ever f*****g imagine. (He glares, voice rising with finality) What the hell are you still waiting for?

In a matter of seconds, she staggered to her feet and rushed out of the room like a dog, hips swaying, a*s bouncing with every desperate step she took. She didn’t steal a single glance back. Just slammed the door behind her. Motherfucker!

Tbc…

Hi guys, just a quick update!
I’ll be pausing new episodes for a little while as I focus on preparing for my upcoming exams. I truly appreciate your support and patience, I’ll be back with more thrilling episodes once I’m done. Wish me luck! 💪📚

[Adewole Olayiwola Kelvin]

SURVIVOR: Ghost – Bodyguard Series (S01 • E024) 🩸🔞

By Adewole Kelvin

“FEARLESS RESOLVED”

Miguel’s Pov

I slammed my fist hard on the large table littered with cards, guns, cash bundles, and drugs, the force of the hit tossing some of the items into the air, as I gave my six fierce men kneeling before me a dead look, my anger growing by the second just from the sight of them, holding a Glock 6 gun in my hand.

“WHERE’S MY MONEY? THEN, WHERE THE F**K IS THE GIRL IF THERE’S NO MONEY, HUH? SEE, NOTHING TO OFFER! THAT GIRL WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE COLLATERAL TO PAY BACK MY MONEY IF HER FATHER FAILS TO PAY, YOU KNOW THAT, HUH, DON’T YOU? BUT YOU BUNCH OF IMBECILES STILL DARE TO COME BACK HERE AND GIVE ME STUPID EXCUSES THAT SHE ESCAPED… JUST ONE TINY GIRL ESCAPES FROM YOUR HANDS? SIX OF YOU LOST ONE GIRL? OH, DISAPPOINTING AND EMBARRASSING… AND YOU IMBECILES STILL THINK YOU CAN BE CALLED ‘RED WOLVES’? HOW DARE YOU? HOW DARE YOU COME BACK EMPTY-HANDED? NO MONEY, NO GIRL. NOTHING! JUST YOUR USELESS WEIGHTS AND WEAPONS… WELL, YOU SIX IMBECILES ARE NOTHING BUT GHOSTS OF THE RED WOLVES. NOW, YOU’RE F*****G DONE FOR! YOU SHOULD NEVER HAVE COME BACK. AND IF YOU DIDN’T, HOW WOULD I HAVE WELCOMED YOU WITH DEATH, A TEACHER FOR THOSE WHO DARE TO CROSS ME OR FAIL ME, YOU IMBECILES!”

CLICKS, CLICKS!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Without hesitation, I shot them dead in the head, watching each of their bodies drop to the ground like sacks of fresh meat, one after the other. Even then, I racked the slide of my gun with a smooth motion, stepped around the large table, and walked toward them.

My anger only deepened at the sight of their lifeless bodies, and I opened fire again, riddling them with bullets until the gun clicked empty. With that, I kicked one in the midsection and smashed the butt of the gun into another’s face before spitting on them. Incompetent imbeciles.

If there’s anything I hate with a passion, it’s failure, dejection, dullness, and betrayal. I could kill millions over that, and death is the reward for anyone who brings it to me. Insider or outsider. Business or no business. Friend or no friend. Family or no family. I don’t give a damn. Just like I did to those incompetent imbeciles I killed for failing a simple job.

I gave them one task, to bring me the daughter of a debtor who’s owed me for months. That girl was the collateral, the price to pay in case her father failed. But these fools couldn’t even deliver one tiny girl? Pathetic. Instead, they let her slip through their hands, into the grip of my own right-hand man, Lobo. Well, he’ll be sharing their fate soon enough.

Annoyingly, I gritted my teeth and kicked one of their lifeless bodies again before finally turning my back on them. I ran both hands over the back of my head in frustration and walked back to the large table. I exhaled sharply, grabbed my Cuban cigar and plastic spark-wheel lighter, flicked it open with my long thumb, and clenched the cigar between my teeth.

A quick spark, and I lit it up. Then I tossed the lighter aside onto the table, took a deep puff, and perched on the edge of the table. With my eyes shut, I exhaled the thick smoke through both my mouth and nose, letting it drown the frustration boiling inside me. This was my only medicine. The only thing that calms me when I’m stressed, frustrated, or pissed off. Not like I’ve ever really been worried. Nothing scares me, not even death. So, what’s there to worry about? Nothing. It all just f*****g sucks.

In that moment, I recalled the phone conversation I had just a few hours ago with my so-called right-hand man, Lobo, before those six imbeciles I sent on a task returned, empty-handed, after losing the girl straight into his. Just thinking back to that phone call between us made me chuckle, wickedly. And what made me chuckle even more wasn’t the call itself… It was the sweet thought of the never-ending hell I’m about to drag him through.

Speaking of the dead right-hand man of mine, what’s his real name again? After a brief, deep thought, I recall his name, Lorenzo. Well, he’s nothing but a dead man to me now, because he and his partner brought shame to the organization. A gang organization. The most feared in Canada right now.

One I built with my own hands. Named it Red Wolves, the same name that makes people tremble and show respect the moment they hear or see us. And yet, he dared to bring disgrace to it… All because a mere girl beat him to a pulp in the street. That alone is enough reason for me to erase him from memory.

Proudly, I built this organization from scratch. And the only reason I started it was for power, protection, and respect, not just to survive, but to rule. To own the streets and the states. To make people know their place, especially those fools who like to feel like gods. Being the leader, and a member, of the Red Wolves comes with rules and sacrifice. I created those rules myself, and they’ve been obeyed ever since.

Rule No. 1: Never let your guard down. Never get defeated, no matter what. The penalty for that? Brutal death. You pay with your own blood, as a warning to the rest. Rule No. 2: No one leaves the organization. Once you’re in, you’re in for life. Try to walk out, you die. Rule No. 3: No failure. Every task given must be completed. No excuses. The penalty for failure? Death. Just like what I did to those imbeciles.

And last but not least, the final rule: Blood demands blood. When these rules are broken, there are no second chances, not for betrayal, not for shame, and definitely not for failure. Because in the world we live in, blood always demands blood. Even if I have to wipe out half the organization, I don’t care. That’s still better than letting weak losers stain my name. And as for Lorenzo, his death will be the most brutal of all. A harsh correction for all the betrayal and shame he brought to this organization.

Given that he’s my right-hand man, it’s nothing but embarrassment and disappointment to discover that he and his partner, Reid, the same ones I ordered four weeks ago to bring me the debtor’s daughter if he failed to pay back my money, got knocked out cold by a common girl in the street. Worse? I saw it all in a video sent to me by an unknown source. But my instincts are never wrong… that video was probably sent by someone within the organization.

After seeing that video, I’ve never felt anger like that, not in the last four weeks, not ever. My own right-hand man… the one I trusted, the one I actually liked among all the members in the organization, defeated by some random girl, like a baby? God, it was frustrating. Disappointing. Every time I recall it, my blood boils. Especially knowing he knows the rules of this organization. He knows what that kind of failure means. No room for defeat. It’s a taboo. It’s forbidden.

Four weeks earlier, I was already thinking of making him the leader of the organization and stepping back. And the only reason I even considered that was because he was the one person I trusted, the only one I truly counted on. He was lucky… lucky to have found favor in my eyes. It could take me a million years to place my trust in someone… but with him? It happened in a day.

Aside from that, I have this sense of believe the gang organization will be a better future with him as a leader, considering the effort he had put in the organization smartly, especially the drugs business. He’s quite fortunate in that part, which I gave a big role in that area of drug s business to handle them. He’s the reason we move from buyer to supplier to inventor, now we own the recipe. And the powerful, the wealthy? They buy from us.

But what angered me most wasn’t just the defeat or the shame—it was the worst part: the bunch of foolish civilians who stood around and watched it happen. That scene. That goddamn street fight where one tiny girl dropped my right-hand man with just a few knocks. Now those useless onlookers might start thinking we, the Red Wolves, aren’t as strong as we claim. That one girl could beat one of us. And if they start thinking that… they might get bold. They might think it’s their chance to fight back.

I highly doubt there’s no way they won’t try to come after us now, especially after that girl humiliated the two imbeciles I once called my right-hand man and his partner. Just one street girl, and they went down like punks. That alone set my blood on fire. With the connections I’ve got in the police, they picked up Lorenzo and Reid right after the incident, and though the girl somehow slipped through.

But I wasn’t done. I passed a little info to the cops and a few prison rats, promised ‘em early release if they made his life a living nightmare. And they didn’t waste time. For the past four weeks, they’ve been working him over like animals.

Not like I couldn’t get him out the very day he got apprehended. In fact, the police were ready to release him the moment they realized who he was to me, my right-hand man. I’ve got connections with some of the officers in Toronto.

Though, I know a few of those strong-headed cops still try everything they can to put an end to the crimes my people commit. That makes me laugh sometimes. Who dares to hold someone as powerful as me? Even the chaos happening in the streets from my people? That’s just a sneak peek. They call that real violence? We’re just about to begin.

While the cops were playing their part, our rivals were busy playing theirs, dangerous and dirty. Just after I bailed out Lorenzo and Reid this noon, they killed Reid. Cold. It’s just a pity they don’t realize they’re digging their own graves deeper with that move. Taking one of my people’s lives? That’s a death wish. I found out about Reid’s death from Giulio… one of my own men, whom I personally killed right after.

As for Giulio, his own dullness sealed his fate, and I don’t regret sending that fat pig straight to hell. He had eyes to see, ears to hear, a brain to think, and still made the dumbest decision. After catching the debtor’s daughter, what’s her name again? Yeah… Bao, with Lorenzo in a damn car after she escaped from the imbeciles I sent to get her, he still let it slide.

The fat pig couldn’t do a damn thing, just let her get away like that, with all the money her father owes me, and expected me to let it slide? He didn’t even try to go after them. Instead, that idiot came back running his mouth about some fiery tale of love between her and Lorenzo, telling me how it’d be hard to get the girl over my own money. Who gives a f**k about that?

When I truly discovered Lorenzo’s treacherous act of keeping her away from me, my anger doubled. The fact that he actually helped that girl escape her father’s debt and hid her from me, like I wouldn’t find out, was enough reason for him to start digging his own grave. Instead of fearing the brutal death that was already waiting to fall on his head after his prison release, he chose betrayal and treachery like a damn fool.

I wouldn’t be surprised if it was just some random fool caught with his little girlfriend, but it was Lorenzo. He knows the rules. He knows the game better than anyone. And after the shame he already dragged into the organization? It hits different. He’s not just any member, he’s the second-in-command. That alone sets him apart from the rest.

Being in that second-highest position comes with weight, and a price. He doesn’t deserve to die like some stray animal in the street. No. As the second-in-command of this organization, after the shame he brought on us, he should return and face his fate like a man. He should be kindly killed… beheaded, with his blood spilled as a correction, a warning, to every other member of this organization.

But he went ahead and boldly did what was on his mind? Even with how serious things were, that bastard still had the guts to demand a face-off with me in the octagon, in front of many of our members tonight, even after I gave him a second chance. I should’ve killed him the moment I had the chance. But now? He’s only earned himself extra punishment on top of the shame, betrayal, and treachery he already brought upon himself.

I couldn’t help but laugh wickedly at his death wish, the worst decision he ever made. And knowing the Lobo I once trusted, it’s shocking he’d choose to go against me over one girl… a girl who probably might not even shed a tear when he’s lying cold and dead like a rat. Worst part? He broke the rules.

He dared to go against everything we stand for. But I’ll admit this, he inspired me. Inspired me to remind everyone what a real leader is, and why no one ever defies the laws of this organization when I rip him apart. Oh, dead Lobo! He’s made the worst decision ever In his life and what I’m going to do to him will be never-ending.

Well, I wouldn’t be surprised if Lorenzo decided to battle me. I live in a world where many people want me dead like a stray dog… gone for good. Wasted… Even within my own organization, I know for sure there are snakes hiding in plain sight. Just like two days ago (evening), I was in my car, heading to our secret production lab hidden deep in a remote area, the place where our drugs are being made, just to see how things were running over there.

Besides that, a wealthy and powerful politician, a first-time buyer, already made contact. He requested a secret meeting and needed the drugs delivered that same night. Said he’d pay any amount, no questions asked. All that mattered was that the supply was ready on time.

While we were on our way there, getting ready for the meeting with that politician, a bus suddenly double-crossed my car, and before I could blink, they opened fire. Bullets came flying like rain, shredding the car with heavy firepower strong enough to crack the windshield wide open. I had to duck low along with my personal soldiers as the bullets tore through the glass, missing my head by inches.

But it was clear these men weren’t professionals, no masks, nothing to hide their faces. I caught a good glimpse of their looks. And that right there? That was the biggest mistake they made. Unbeknownst to them, I had already pinged a few of my men as a silent alert, they were stationed around the area, watching everything go down from different angles.

Pinged by me, my men showed up and opened fire on them from the east. The shock on their faces, and the way they took off like frightened deer in their cars, was enough to make someone burst into laughter. But I wasn’t going to let them get away with it. Not in this world. Maybe in the next. Still, it didn’t stop my meeting with the politician. That had to go on. Meanwhile, I ordered a few of my men to dig deep and find out who those bastards were.

It took two days before my men finally brought those bastards to me, only to find out it was Andrea, the son of my old-time friend… the same friend I killed in cold blood and felt damn satisfied doing it, and that’s why he tried to take my life two days ago. The father thinks just because he’s rich, he can take me down over a profitable organization we both built. The same organization I poured more blood, sweat, and money into. And now he wants to claim it for himself and even kill me for it.

The same man who would’ve been nothing without me. Yeah… nothing. It still surprises me how someone can turn like that, ruin everything, and still have the guts to blame you when it all goes to hell. But death? Death always finds its way back to anyone who crosses me. And honestly, I didn’t feel a damn ounce of regret when I ended his miserable life.

His son? That imbecile thought he could crawl out from nowhere and avenge a man not even worth mourning. I’ll give it to him, he had guts. But vengeance? He knew nothing about it. He wasn’t good enough to take me down. And I’ll admit it… I savored every damn second of sending him to the afterlife too. He should have accepted his fate. Man must accept his fate and can’t go beyond that… What a waste of life! They don’t know, whoever sets a trap of death for me become the pot they fall into.

As I perched lightly on the large table, puffing slowly on my Cuban cigar, the smoke calmed my nerves despite the disappointment boiling inside me. Even with everything happening, thoughts racing through my mind, I exhaled, eyes half-shut, then opened them again, only to see the bodies of the men I’d killed still lying cold on the floor. And there, right in the center of the room, stood the others, holding guns, yet frozen like statues. The most surprising part? These imbeciles saw everything that went down… and still didn’t raise a hand or lift a damn leg. Just stood there like fools.

Disappointed by their stupidity, I moved my hand behind my back, feeling around the table for a gun. The moment my fingers brushed one, a Glock 17 this time, I picked it up and racked the slide smoothly, eyes locked on those fools still standing there like statues. If one of them drops dead next, I wouldn’t be surprised. They already know what comes after I take lives.

As I raised the gun and tried to aim at one of them, the door suddenly swung open. Perro, one of my soldiers I had positioned as the head of the s*x trafficking, stepped in with five ladies. Three Canadians, one Nigerian, and one from London. Overall, each one of them working for me as a s*x worker to pay back the money their miserable fathers couldn’t cough up. Seeing them here only meant one thing, they came to deliver something.

And that something was nothing but money, the one thing that mattered most to me in that moment. As serious as it is, my money comes with a deal: a set amount agreed upon, and it must be returned to me daily after their hustles, prostitution. No excuses. No delays. Unless they’ve got a death wish. They walked in, each holding a small bag, dressed sexy as hell in those skimpy little outfits that barely covered their bodies

As much as my money mattered more, they looked so damn ravishing and tempting, it had an immediate effect on me, my c**k kicked just from the sight of them. I slowly lowered the hand holding the gun and tossed it back onto the large table. I was forced to do what I hadn’t planned… changed my mind entirely. Then I barked out orders to those imbeciles still standing there like fools.

Miguel: Hey! You three—get these motherfuckers off the floor and the hell out of here!

Immediately, they did as I said, hauling the bodies out on their shoulders, no questions asked. Perro gave a respectful bow as I moved over and sank into the couch.

Perro: El jefe.

I only nodded and crossed my leg, feasting my eyes on one of the ladies standing there, smooth dark complexion, tattoos on her left thigh, dressed in a sequin strapless dark short gown that made her b*****s damn attention-grabbing. A flower tattoo curved on the left side of her b****t added more fire to the view. As tempting as it seemed, she wasn’t even wearing a bra

And if she wasn’t wearing a bra, I highly doubt she had any panties on either. She stood out better than the rest of them, had everything a man could want. Full up front, thick at the back, wide hips, and a body that could make a priest sin. Unlike the others who looked skinny like hungry dogs, she had curves that begged to be touched.

But even with all that, she wasn’t as pretty as my Marissa, Marissa had it all. The five of them stood in a line with their heads bowed and hands behind them, looking scared, like I might devour them any second. Perro, who had taken the bag from them, dropped it on the table in front of me and unzipped it slowly, carefully, while I watched from the corner of my eye.

However, there was something different, something off yet damn attractive, about the dark one. She didn’t look scared like the others. Nah, she stood there with confidence, locking eyes with me, giving me that seductive look that said she wanted me. Even boldly chewing gums in her mouth… I wasn’t surprised. The day she was brought into this organization, she wore that same bold face, fearless and unshaken. It was as if she saw this organization as a place of fun. And that… that’s something I admire in a woman. Confidence… Fearless. The kind that draws a man in without saying a word.

As I kept feasting my eyes on her, scanning every inch of that tempting shape of her body, lust took over. My c**k begin to stretch in the towel, ready to betray my focus, until Perro called my attention.

Perro: El jefe.
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Miguel: Yeah… young perro?
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Perro: Here’s the money this sluts earned, Jefe.
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Miguel: I see… So, the money, did it come in full like we agreed? You counted and confirmed every damn note, right?

I asked, picking up a bundle of $100 CAD bills from one of the bags before dropping it back in and leaning into the couch, my eyes fixed on Perro who stood there facing me, scratching his head with a sheepish smile.

Perro: Err… no, Jefe. I-I didn’t count them… or confirm, sir…
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Miguel: Tell me… why do you think I made you the house boss over these girls, hmm, young Perro?

I asked again, puffing my cuban cigar.

Perro: To watch over them and take care of them in the safe house… make sure they’re doing the needful. But you never told me to count or confirm the cash, boss. You only said to bring them here with the money, or straight to your house, since you’re the one that always does the confirming. So I didn’t check it… I was just following orders, Jefe.
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Miguel: (Chuckles) Oh, I see… Perro, perro, the holy and obedient one. So damn foolish that he won’t even count the money unless I spell it out for him… Just waiting for my command before using his damn brain, hmm?
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Perro: Uh, I’ll do that right now, Jefe! Right away!
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Miguel: No, never mind, obedient Perro. I’ll do it myself, okay? Relax. Just so you know, you’re nothing but a f*****g ghost man if I find out that the money they made and brought back isn’t complete. Even if a single note is missing, I’ll take my sweet time skinning you alive before killing you. Not them. Got that?
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Perro: (swallow hard) Crystal clear, Jefe.
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Miguel: Tonight, they resume back to their businesses again as usual. Now, get your sorry a*s the f**k outta my face with your damn babies.

I commanded, jerking my head to the side for him to get the hell out of the room with the ladies. He nodded and stepped away from the table, telling them to move too, while I picked up a bundle of $100 CAD cash from one of the bag and flicked through it quick with the tip of my right thumb before tossing it back into the bag.

Perro: Yes, Jefe… Move your asses already… Time to go…

As he said that, I shifted my focus towards them, as he leads the ladies who walked hurriedly in fear, while he walked behind them, but as for the dark lady, she calmly, walked and swaying her backside from side to side, this act of her prompting perro to push her, which she immediately reacted with a quick eyeing glance boldly. But annoyed by this act of her, he tried to hit her.

Before he could hit her, I stopped him immediately concerning the dark one, prompting him to look in my direction with the lady.

Miguel: Hey, Perro… except that one, she stays. Take the rest of ’em and get out.
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Perro: Sir?

He exclaimed, but I didn’t say a word, just shot him a dead, stern look while puffing slow on my Cuban cigar. My silence said it all. He gulped, shifted his gaze, and furrowed his brow at her. That look he gave? Yeah… I caught it. Told me everything I needed to know in just seconds. Like maybe he was into her or something. I chuckled, turned away, and exhaled the smoke through my mouth, wondering if the idiot had been having a good time with her behind my damn back.

I wouldn’t be surprised if he did. What else should I expect from that skinny bastard? The lady’s got every man’s dream features, full in all the right places, even if her face ain’t all that. And the advantage? He’s the house boss, in charge of the debtor’s daughters and the rest of the girls working for me as s*x workers. He even lives with them, along with a few of his boys, stationed to watch over the safe house. I highly doubt he hasn’t had his way between all their legs. I wonder how many he’s pounded like a damn street dog. But that’s his own cup of tea… just as long as he doesn’t cross my line.

From the corner of my eye, I watched him steal one last glance at the dark one before ordering her and the rest, then walking out and shutting the door behind them.

Perro: Move your asses, you f*****g sluts… And you, stay behind.

As soon as they were gone, the dark one walked to my side with slow steps and a confident stride, not even sparing her a second glance. I stretched my hand toward the table and tapped the ash off my Cuban cigar onto the stainless plate in front of me, getting ready to spill what was on my mind. But to my utmost surprise, she calmly and boldly walked around my back, tracing her fingers across my shoulder — making me pause for a moment from what I was doing.

Next thing, she sat on my laps, and as she did, her round, full b*****s shifted subtly with the movement, their curves spilling between her cleavage right before my eyes. She arched her back, smiling at me with a seductive calm face like she owned the damn room. She didn’t look scared or confused about what could happen, not even close. Instead, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders like I belonged to her. Like she had some kind of right over me. A thing no woman on earth could ever dare do to me, not even my own woman, Marissa.

Despite being together, Marissa still knows her limits. But this slut… she caught me off guard, made my head swell, igniting both rage and astonishment at the same damn time. How dare her? Who the hell does this bitch think she is? As much as I like women with bold traits, that doesn’t give them the right to act anyhow around me. I could end up killing them for it.

Shortly after she sat on my laps, I snorts and grasped her by the neck, gripping her tight and pulling her face close to mine, furrowing my eyes brow at her then growled.

Miguel: What the f**k do you think you’re doing, hmm? You wanna die young?
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S*x worker: Awn, I’m already dead, Jefe. Dead from the moment your beautiful set of brown eyes feasted on me earlier… and then you ordered your man, Perro, that I should stay behind. Oh, the moment I saw that, I knew— I was already dead.

She answered boldly, flirtatiously, with that hungry, lustful, seductive look in her eyes, even daring to rub her a*s against my c**k, which was already starting to rise beneath the towel. She didn’t give a damn whether I snapped her neck or not. That alone left me stunned for a moment. No other woman had ever dared speak to me like that, except Marissa. But this one? She looked like someone desperate to be fucked right then and there, probably why she was spewing such nonsense.

Aside from that, the way she was squeezing and pushing up her big b*****s to my face with her hands, it said everything. The look on her face gave me second thoughts. Maybe she wasn’t as bold as I thought to be… maybe she just desperately wanted me between her legs. I hate to admit it, but damn, the way she moved, the way she reacted so seductively… she was turning me on plus she smells so nice. But still, I tightened my grip around her neck and said gruffly.

Miguel: I see… and you’re definitely dead. Yeah… nothing but a ghost of a girl. And you know what? It truly amuses me knowing you’re already dead in my hands, because I’ll gladly take my time and watch your miserable life slowly drain out of your useless body as I throttle you. But then, let me ask… why do you think I made you stay?
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S*x worker: Ohh, thank you for asking, Jefe. It’s simple—because you and I both know you’re interested in me. You really want us to do this… together.
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Miguel: (snorts) Like what? Speak!
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S*x worker: Like f**k each other senseless, Jefe… and you know it.

She answered in a sensual voice, still arching her back and groping her b*****s up to my face like she was urging me to s**k on them, turning me on by the damn second. As much as I hate to admit it, she was right. The slut knew exactly what I wanted in that moment. Surprised by her boldness, I chuckled, darted my eyes to the side for a brief second… then looked her dead in the eyes, cold and intimidate her

Miguel: F**k you? Do you even realize who the hell you’re spitting this nonsense at? Huh? I won’t even be surprised if you sniffed some coke before Perro dragged your a*s here. You must be mad. You’re digging your own grave, girl. Early, too… Remember, you’re on the edge of death right now… and I could snap your neck without blinking. You’re even dead already. (Snorts) And s*x? You really think I’d waste my time f*****g a stray dog like you, when I’ve got fine-a*s queens begging for my attention every damn day? What makes you f*****g think I’d even do that?
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S*x worker: Ohh, Jefe… from the moment your beautiful set of brown eyes locked on me, over the rest of us, I saw that desire burning in them. You and I both know it’s real. You want this, even if you pretend not to. Truth is, I’ve liked you from the very first day I saw you. Besides… you’re already hard and thick between your legs, so why don’t we stop pretending and enjoy this moment together, hmm… while it lasts? And maybe… after that, you can choke the life outta me, hmm?

She responded sensually, completely unshaken by my intimidation. Biting the side of her lips, she held the hand I was using to grip her neck, then slowly pulled it off and guided it down to her bosom. My fingers ran through her cleavage until she moved it further and pressed it against her right, round, full b****t, all by herself, making me grope it tight. She locked eyes with me, that same flirtatious smile dancing on her face. Then, in a quick tilt of her head, the hair covering her cheek flicked to the side, giving me a fuller view of her face, as she continued groping her b****t tighter using my hand like it was hers.

As big as her b***s were, they felt both hard and soft at the same time, something I couldn’t even describe. With my hands on them, it felt too damn good to touch, even though I didn’t want her knowing how much I truly desired her. But deep down, I couldn’t help but wonder, how the hell is she this bold? This daring? Acting like this without a single ounce of fear in her eyes. Not even a shake, as I puffed on my Cuban cigar, watching her in silence. Like most people would be on their damn knees by now, begging me to spare their lives for trespassing. And for those who dare… death is always the return.

What utterly surprised me more was when she had the nerve, the f*****g nerve, to reach for the Cuban cigar between my lips, the same one I was puffing, and took it right out of my mouth like she owned me. And not just that, she took a puff from it. Then, turning slightly, she pressed the burning tip against the stainless plate on the table, killing the fire like it was nothing, dusting off the ashes as calm as ever. I still didn’t say a word. Just watched in dead silence with my other hand on the arm of the couch. Then she turned back to me, looked me straight in the eye, and blew the smoke right into my face. Nobody… nobody had ever done that to me before. Not even Marissa, and that same Cuban cigar once drove her completely deranged.

But in that moment, she slowly traced her fingers along my arm, moving up to my shoulder, then locked her arms around my neck and leaned in closer, wearing that same seductive, smiley expression. She tilted her face slightly and locked her lips on mine softly, her b*****s snugly pressing against my chest with unyielding determination. Her body… warm, confident, and unapologetically bold, pushing me to make a move I never intended to.

I sat upright, raised my arms, placed one hand on her left thigh, tracing up to her hips, then narrowing around her slim waist across her back. Slowly, I grasped the upper side of her gown at the back and pulled it down. As we kissed deeply, our lips moving in a hungry, breathless rhythm, I moved from her lips, rubbing my lips along her jawline, then down her neck to her collarbone. She moaned softly into my ear, her warm breath against my skin, tightening her arms around my neck as I kept pulling the gown down until it reached her waist, bringing our warm skin in contact.

Then, just like that, the door opened.

Tbc…

Sorry for the delay, guys. Expect another one in about five days.

[Adewole Olayiwola Kelvin]

SURVIVOR: Ghost – Bodyguard Series (S01 • E23)🩸🔞

By:- Adewole Kelvin

“SAVAGE INTENSITY”

Marissa’s pov

Marissa: AHHH… AHHH… MHMM—MMMM—MMMM…
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Loic: Look at you—so wet just from the way I move inside you.

He commented in a moanful voice, something I didn’t expect he’d ever talk about. I didn’t want him to feel like I was actually enjoying it, but I didn’t know why I was truly taken by the pleasure of him going back and forth inside wildly. It didn’t hurt like I thought it would. Instead… I craved more. As much as I hate to say it, he was right. And he was so good at it. He pressed me into the chair, holding my shoulder tight this time, hitting all my sensitive spots in a fast rhythm. Even the glans of his s***t nudged my cervix, sending waves of shock that mixed pain and pleasure so intensely I couldn’t tell which was which. The sensations swirled into something overwhelming. My sensitive walls throbbed, I couldn’t stop myself from reacting. It was like my body had a mind of its own, hungering for more thrusts like it was starving. And he gave them to me, hard and deep, slamming into me again and again, more than I even thought I could crave. I shivered all over, and I felt myself dripping profusely.

As pleasured as I felt, I couldn’t help but wonder where he inherited this strength to bonk a woman like this. My legs trembled, his c**k feeling thick, hard, and impossibly big inside me. I didn’t think it’s going soft anytime soon. He bonked me unrelentingly, his pelvis hitting my buttocks with a steady rhythm that produced loud, plump smacking sounds ‘SMACK, SMACK, SMACK’. Sweat soaked my body, making it hard to breathe in the position I was in. Then, despite his relentless thrusts, my p***y suddenly queefed, loud farting sounds escaped it. It was the first time I’d ever heard that happen during s*x. But it didn’t stop him. He kept sliding in and out, moving his hips vigorously, slamming against my a*s with such force that the couch beneath us shook. It even started to squeak from the pressure. Now I understood why the housemaid felt herself, no one had ever bonked her the way he did. His thrusts were truly satisfying and intense enough to make anyone feel confident.

Aside from Miguel, no one had ever bonked me like this. Miguel knew my most sensitive spots, not just how to thrust, but how to make me feel wanted, needed, fully satisfied. With Miguel, my body could erupt into orgasm a hundred times in a minute before he even started ramming. But this bastard man… the way he’s thrusting in and out of me now, I’ve already come. The pressure, the release, it’s already happened. And what brought me there wasn’t just his rhythm… it was his wild, thick girth rubbing and dragging against my walls, slamming so deep and so fast that he kept crashing into my G-spot again and again, stretching me to the edge. I couldn’t think straight anymore. My body was trembling, squealing, building up so high I didn’t even know whether to stop him or beg for more. I moaned out loud, too loud, loud enough to wake the housemaid from her passed-out state. God, she might be awake right now… watching us. God, what am I doing?

Despite the tension and friction, I still found myself pushing my butt back for more, craving every thrust. He continued to plough into me, gripping my waist tightly back, his hands sliding over my cheeks, rubbing and squeezing them. The more he moved, the louder my moans became, each one tearing from my throat as my face twisted in pleasure. I twitched around his girths, clenching hard, allowing him to fully dominate me with his monstrous thrusts, which I shamelessly enjoyed second by second. I couldn’t even tell how long we’d been going at it like that, but it was lasting much longer than I expected. The overwhelming pleasure was beginning to blur into soreness. I could hear his grunts and his breathing, ragged and rough, growing louder. I could also feel his orgasm squelching out of my p***y, reaching all the way to my perineum and splashing up toward my anus from his relentless, fast thrusts.

In that moment, I groaned loudly as I approached my third orgasm. I found myself hungrier than ever for his thrusts, more than any he’d given me before. And still, he didn’t stop. The pleasure built inside me like a storm, surging through my body. My head began to feel light, my vision turned hazy, and my walls quivered, pulsing with every motion. I twitched around him uncontrollably, and then let out a groan so loud it felt like I was in a labor room. At the same time, I could feel his phallus throbbing inside me. His thrusts grew even faster, rougher. The way he groaned and gripped my waist like he might break me told me he was close too. Our bodies smacked together rhythmically, like a drumbeat that wouldn’t stop.

Marissa: Hah… Hah… Hnnnngh!
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Loic: Uhhhnn—ohh f**k!!

Within minutes, I came hard on him, quivering around his phallus, toes curling involuntarily, heels shaking, eyes rolling back, and teeth sinking into the couch like I wanted to tear it apart. My vision blurred, and my head felt light. And then, in that exact moment, he stopped thrusting and buried himself deep, pressing his glan against my cervix. A jolt of pleasure surged through me, electric and satisfying, sending a cold chill down my spine. I arched my back instinctively as he released inside me. I felt the warmth of his semen flooding me. I couldn’t believe I’d let him finish inside, just as he wanted. But even if I’d tried to stop him, I couldn’t. I was already too far gone, completely lost in the moment. When he finally pulled out, a thick gush of our release trickled out of me. My poony quivered, and my legs which trembled, gradually calming down after the intense orgasm. I let out one last quiet grunt, breathing heavily, chest rising and collapsing with the aftershocks.

In that moment, I knew I had made the biggest mistake of my life, as the feelings once masked by pleasure came flooding back, consuming me over what had just happened between us. Especially the way my body had responded to his recent thrusts, the moans he drew from me with those sensual, monstrous touches. It was a forbidden thing, something that should never have happened, even if he wasn’t truly my father. But to me, he was my father. He had always been. The one who raised me like I was his own daughter, despite all the dark sides he had shown me. It felt as if my body had been possessed… and now, unpossessed after the coitus ended. And with that came a crushing wave of guilt, for how my body had reacted, and even more so for the pain and heartbreak of realizing he could do that to me without the slightest hint of remorse or guilt. Whether I was his child or not, he had no right to do that to me. And then, he spanked my a*s. Hard. The sting sizzled across my skin just as he sat back in the chair, gasping and laughing in satisfaction, leaving me there still tied in that position without a care in the world.

Loic: Hahaha! That was one hell of a f**k. God, that thing of yours almost drove me completely insane, I nearly lost my balance. So this is what Miguel has been enjoying all this time, ever since I handed you over to him as a masterpiece, just until I finish paying back the money I lent from him. F**k, I’ve been blinded by playing the fatherly role for too long to realize you’re nothing in this family. All the money I spent on you to get you where you are today, gone for nothing. And it’s not like I’ve gained anything from you since I raised your miserable life, except headaches and regret. Well… maybe, except for the dream I’ll achieve through you. Oh, look at that fresh c**t of yours, how the cums is still dripping profusely. I must’ve gone too wild. I bet Miguel hasn’t fucked you the way I just did to your miserable life, has he? Ungrateful child!

As he said that, I gritted my teeth in anger and silence. The feelings of guilt, shame, pain, betrayal, and heartbreak were now swirling and turning into rage, burning through my chest and creating dark thoughts in my head, because to me, he was already a dead man. I didn’t care if he was my father or not. Besides, he’s not. But first, there was one thing that really mattered to me: breaking free from the belt he’d used to tie my hands behind my back. I twisted my wrists slowly, trying to loosen it. Then I heard a sound, the beep of a notification. I knew it wasn’t mine; it was his phone. I was too familiar with the sounds of my own to be mistaken. Then he spoke to me as my backsides remained turned to him, as I laid on my side right on the couch. He pulled it out of his baggy shorts, and though I faced away, I could still see him from the corner of my eye.

Loic: Let’s just hope it’s the news that your criminal lover is finally dead.

As he checked, he suddenly began to laugh, but there was something off about it. It sounded cynical, the kind of laugh that sent a cold chill down my spine, even in my silent state of anger. My heart began to thud fast in my chest, praying it wasn’t what I was thinking. But then, what truly startled me was what he said next.

Loic: Hahahahaha! I knew the one I hired would never disappoint me. He really took his time and blew that motherfucker’s brains out.

Then he suddenly crawled up my body, pressing his pelvis against my butt. I could feel his soft manhood, still wet and slippery. Then, he held the phone to my face, speaking coldly as he showed me the screen. At first, I looked away in anger, but he said something that made me snap my eyes back to the screen.

Loic: See, the man you’re in love with is dead like the goat he was… No, a goat is better—he died like a mistake finally corrected by death.

Shocked by what I saw on the screen, a gaping hole in Miguel’s head, his brain spilled out, and his tongue hanging from the side of his lips, I groaned, shaking my head, disturbed by the image on the phone.

Marissa: No, no, no, no, no!
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Loic: Death finally corrected the mistake. So now that he’s dead, tell me—what’re you going to do?
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Marissa: Arrghh! I’m going to kill you!

I snarled, completely forgetting who he was to me. Gritting my teeth, I moved my face toward his, aiming straight for him, almost biting his nose off, as I stared him dead in the eyes and twisted my body, struggling to break free from the belt tied around my wrists behind me. Then I spat in his face and said.

Marissa: You’ll pay for this!
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Loic: (He rubs his face and snorts) You know what’s funny about you? You really wanna hear it? It’s how you can be furious and still melt under me like nothing happened. You claimed you love that criminal of yours, but your body was just begging for me seconds ago. Pathetic. Maybe I’ll pay for this, maybe I won’t, but we’ll see soon enough when you’re squirming and dripping again, m*****g my name this time during round two.
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Marissa: Arrghh

I snarled at him under my breath, gritting my teeth in anger. I couldn’t believe he had actually gotten Miguel killed by the sniper he hired. Even in that state of rage, I couldn’t help but wonder: what is wrong with me? This is the same man who turned me into the heartless person I am today. All the killings, the bloodshed, he’s the one behind it, even if the true mastermind is the man I call father. I should be happy that I’m finally leaving his life.

Aside from that, he’s the reason behind the pain, bloodshed, and deadly violence affecting many citizens in Canada today, caused by the dangerous gang organization he built. Even young people has been lured with promises of benefits and advantages if they become members. Many young lives have been destroyed because of his organization, not to mention the countless deaths and injuries, all in the name of those so-called benefits.

There were times I visited his organization, and I was shocked by the teenagers affiliated with it. The life they lived wasn’t a good one. Honestly, if he ended up dead, it would be deserved, many people had died or been secretly injured because of him. I loved him, yeah… but deep down, I knew he didn’t love me back. Not really. Maybe he just loved my hourglass body. That was all it ever was, just s*x. Like I was nothing more than a container for his orgasms. And the craziest part? I didn’t hate it. I enjoyed every bit of it. His sensual touch… but especially the way it felt and fit when he was inside me, that long, slim seven-inch c**k. We could go at it five times a day, and every time, he drove me insane. It always ended the same way: with pleasure… and then the pills.

As much as I honestly enjoyed it, deep down, I still want a man who loves me for who I am. But Miguel never seemed to care about that. There was nothing more to our relationship than just s*x, so why should I care if he’s dead or not? Instead, I should even be happy that I’m finally leaving his life for good. But the truth is, I can’t shake off the concern I feel for him. I don’t know why I feel this way, maybe it’s because of how much I loved him. It surprises me that I’m foolishly in love with someone who might not truly care about me.

But the image of his death I saw looked so horrible, it had an immediate effect on me. I couldn’t stop replaying it in my head, anger consuming me and making me struggle to break free with deadly precision. I gritted my teeth and frowned with a look of death that I hoped would frighten the bastard father away from continuing his sexual harassment. My body isn’t just a tool for his selfish release… not even for someone like him.

I kept struggling against him like that, even spitting on his face three times to stop him from turning me over for his own pleasure, as I lay on my side on the couch chair. But his strength at that moment was beyond anything I could match. He pulled my waist with force and grabbed my legs to position them properly in a d***y-style stance. It was as if my resistance only fueled him, and he said it remorselessly.

Loic: Don’t worry, honey, you’re going to enjoy this one too.

Despite all my struggles to break free and stop him, he managed to position me on the couch chair in d***y style, with my chest and face buried and pressed against the chair, his hands violently holding the sides of my face. My chest began to thud rapidly again, and my breath quickened. I shot a sideways glance and cursed under my breath. God, I can’t let this happen to me again, especially since he won the struggle between us.

Marissa: F**k you! F**k you!
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Loic: Okay, dear! Just know, it’s you that’s about to get fucked.

As soon as he said it, he entered me with full force in a violent thrust that made me groan loudly and squirm. Hot tears welled up in my eyes, spilling down my nose and onto the couch as I clenched my eyes shut.

Marissa: Ahhhh!!!

He didn’t stop. He impatiently and forcefully began ramming into me again, his thrusts rough and fast, as he slammed his pelvis against my backside in a relentless rhythm, satisfying only himself, thinking he was bringing me pleasure. But in that moment, all I felt was soreness. The pleasure had long disappeared, replaced by pain, as if my v****a would tear from the force and speed of his thrusts. God, it felt like it was slowly killing me, as he’s thrusting inside me. My walls stretched painfully, raw and tender from the violence of his thrusts. Each movement sent jolts of agony that made my toes curl. Sharp pain spread through me as everything he had said to me flooded back into my mind, along with the haunting image of Miguel’s corpse I’d seen on the phone.

Omni-pov

Meanwhile, as Loic forced himself inside Marissa in the living room, his waist moving and pelvis slamming against her backside vigorously, Marissa’s body jerked uncontrollably. Her tearful, twitching face slowly shifted into a deadened stare. In stark contrast, inside the Gardener’s apartment, the heavy bass of DJ Khaled (feat. T-Pain, Ludacris, Snoop Dogg & Rick Ross) “All I Do Is Win”, echoed from a large MP3 speaker on a small shelf. Piper danced in the bathroom, stark n***d, singing along with the song. Her waist gyrated rhythmically, her b*****s bouncing with each movement, her wet colorful hair stuck to her back as she used the showerhead as a microphone, excitedly and mindlessly lost in the moment.

Piper: (grinning, singing loudly) ♪♪ All I do is win, win, win, no matter what! ♪♪ Whoa!

Lost in the moment, she didn’t notice when a pink bathing soap accidentally fell behind her from where the gardener usually kept it. She began jumping up excitedly, her thighs clasped and her back arched to the side as she landed, singing mindlessly, completely unaware of the fallen soap. For several minutes, she continued dancing in different styles, gyrating her waist rhythmically.

As she continued, the MP3 speaker suddenly turned off, and the noisy place became quiet and peaceful. She stopped dancing and singing shortly after. The excitement on her face was clearly replaced by disappointment as she hung the showerhead back in its place, speaking in a childish manner…

Piper: WAAT? Oh, come on. Not now.

As she said that, she opened the bathroom door without stepping out, one hand on the handle. She peered through and scanned the room for a few fleeting seconds before adding to her statement with a question, still in her childish, caring tone. Her eyes fixed on the gardener, whose severed p***s had now been shoved into his mouth. He still lay dead on the bed, in the same position as when he was killed.

Piper: There’s light, yes. There’s no one else in the house, yes. So wha–? (sighs) I know I killed you… but tell me you didn’t switch off the MP3, Jake. Did you?

As she asked, no reply came from the gardener. His body didn’t move, no breath, no twitch. He just lay there on the bed in unending silence. Piper blinked twice, like a doll, her brows raised briefly before she said and rolled her eyes.

Piper: Ugh, f**k it! Whatever.

Then she locked the door, picked up the soap from the tiled bathroom floor, and turned on the shower. Water poured down on her quickly, drawing a soft gasp and smile from her lips. As it flowed over her milky skin, she began rubbing her body, starting from her hair, then gliding down her frame. The sound of the water hitting her skin and splashing onto the tiles echoed sharply, ‘TAH, TAH, TAH, TAH’, like a soft warning in the silence.

A few minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a short pink towel that barely covered her intimate areas let alone her thighs. She turned sharply and faced a mirror hanging on the wall near the bathroom. Mindlessly, she removed the towel, rubbing and brushing her colorful hair, leaving her body n***d from the face down to her toned midsection, which was reflected in the mirror.

She tilted her head to the side with a small smile, her round b*****s subtly shifting with the movement, their curves visible between her cleavage. As she carefully dried her hair with the towel, her firm buttocks faced the dead gardener lying on the bed. Water still clung to parts of her skin, trickling down onto the floor.

Piper: Oh, look at beautiful me. Come on, give your gorgeous twin Piper a kiss!

She soliloquized, puckering her lips and planting a kiss on her reflection in the mirror. The shape and print of her lips remained clearly visible on the glass. After drying her hair with the towel, she tossed it onto the bed beside the gardener’s corpse and moved sharply toward her clothes scattered on the floor a few feet away and picked them up. Picking them up, she placed them on the bed and slipped into her G-string panties and her red jacket over her round-neck top. Then, lifting her blue distressed bum blue skirt above her head, she shook her head in ignorant disgust, sighing at the sight of the gardener’s dried orgasm stains on the fabric.

Piper: Gross! Stained with sperm… Ugh, no!

She tossed it aside and headed toward the walk-in wardrobe, flicking through the clothes inside. For a few seconds, none of them seemed to catch her interest, until her dissatisfied expression suddenly lit up with satisfaction. Her eyes had landed on a dark leather hot pant, folded beneath a few other shorts that belonged to the gardener. Drawn to it, she immediately picked it up, held it above her face for a brief inspection, then began rubbing it against her cheek and sniffing it, her face beaming.

Piper: Hm! Cheek charmer, I’m wearing you soon, baby!

As soon as she said that, she slipped into the hot pants, followed by her heels. Then, she attached her holster to the pants, her axes secured inside. She styled her hair into pigtails before checking her reflection in the mirror, striking several poses and doing a full 360-degree turn with her hands on her hips and her lips puckered.

Piper: Time for me to go. Bye, beautiful twin Piper, and bye, dead Jake. Sleep tight. Nice f*****g you, by the way. Yeah, that was actually a nice f**k, baby — but now, you’re a dead baby. Oops, Hahaha!

She blurted out and waved at herself in the mirror, then at the gardener’s corpse, before walking out of the apartment, laughing. Laughing, she stretched, arching her back, her laughter fading into a big smile, then adjusted her jacket and walked off, swaying her hips side to side in her signature catwalk. She left the gardener’s apartment far behind, emerging from the side of the house to the front, and headed straight for the steps, slipping on her gloves.

She climbed the steps, and as soon as she reached the entrance of the house, she paused her in her walk and properly adjusted her gloves. Suddenly, she stopped, alerted by a sharp sound of agony. Quietly, she stepped closer to the door, her ear prickling up as she eavesdropped on what was happening inside, grasping her axe from the holsters. Grasping her axe from the holster, she began to hear continuous smacking sounds followed by another agonized voice. She immediately sensed something bad was going on, especially from the voice of agony she just heard. It was enough to tell her something was wrong. Yet, the voice sounded familiar, like someone being hurt, and she trusted her instincts that it was her boss.

In that moment, she kicked the door open with deadly precision, shocked and stunned by the sight of Loic p******g Marissa in d***y style. His waist moved rough and fast, aggressively thrusting into her, especially how he pressed her face tightly against the couch, her hands tied behind her back. There was something off about them. Then she noticed the tears sharply welling in Marissa’s eyes—something her own boss had never done before. She had never seen her cry like that, so tearful and broken.

Meanwhile, Loic’s waist moved with each thrust, his butt cheeks tightening with every rough, fast, and aggressive movement. His jaw clenched tight with a satisfying, cynical smile as his pelvis slammed vigorously into Marissa’s backside, making her body j**k intensely. She caught it all in a fleeting second, fully comprehending the brutal scene before her.

Besides, as much as she knew she was crazy, she also knew that the sight of a father copulating with his daughter was deeply wrong, something she believed her boss would never willingly allow. That alone convinced her that Loic has been raping his own boss in her absence. What shocked her even more was that Loic didn’t stop. He kept ramming her fearlessly and grunting, completely unfazed by own sudden presence. Rage flared within her, and without hesitation, she pulled out one of her axe.

Piper: GET THE HELL OFF MY BOSS!!

She shouted with a fierce voice, eyes flashing with a deadly glare as she gripped her axe tightly, ready to hurl it at him. Unbothered, Loic yanked Marissa’s head up by her hair, tilting her face upward. With his other hand, he rubbed her round buttocks with his palm, which trembled involuntarily, her entire body twitching along with a strained, tear-streaked face. It was clear she wasn’t comfortable, but he kept thrusting from behind as their flesh collided each other producing ‘SMACK, SMACK, SMACK’ sounds, still responding with wild, shameless aggression.

Loic: I like your confidence, and it’s real nice of you to command me like that, with no damn regard, expecting me to just get the hell away from your boss like that? I see you’ve lost your senses. Maybe a little reminder will knock some sense back into you, and help you remember your place in this house. You see, she might be your boss… but she’s my damn daughter. You don’t own her, I do. I’ll do whatever the hell I want with her, you crazy bastard. Now get the f**k out the way you came before I make you regret it. And when you do, don’t bother waiting around. She won’t be needing you anymore. Get lost, dog!

As soon as he finished his statement, Marissa managed to slam her butts hard into his pelvis, despite the monstrous thrusts he was delivering. The impact had an immediate effect on her too; she let out a sharp, painful squeal as her face twisted in discomfort. The sudden jolt had forced his swollen glans to grind brutally against her cervix, making her body tense up from the shock. Loic staggered on his knees behind her, frozen mid-thrust from the pain, surging up to his mid-section.

Before he could recover, Marissa raised her right leg and kicked backward with all her strength, her heel smashing into his groin. He let out a raw, guttural yelp and stumbled off the couch, collapsing to the floor as he clutched his groin in excruciating pain. Meanwhile, Marissa dropped face-first onto the cushions, gasping, her body trembling as she fought to break free.

Loic: Ahh, you f*****g bitch… you’re dead. I swear to God — you’re dead

With pain surging through him, he managed to grasp the half-empty bottle on the table where he had left it. Mindlessly, he raised it to strike Marissa on the head. Her face froze in shock, eyes widening in fear as he lifted the bottle with violent fury. Seeing the danger he was about to unleash, Piper seized the moment. She spun her axe in her hand and hurled it with deadly precision. It sliced through the air and pierced his neck from the side, just before he could bring the bottle down. The bottle flipped from Loic’s hand to the ground and shattered with a loud noise, as he staggered backward, clutching his hand to his neck where he had been pierced with the axe

Within a matter of seconds, blood began to ooze profusely from his neck and mouth, trickling down and soaking his sleeveless shirt. He staggered and slowly fell to his knees, tilting his head back as he struggled for breath, his hands clutching the axe. Piper, meanwhile, mindlessly rushed to untie Marissa’s hands after hurling the axe at him, freeing Marissa, who immediately leaped from the chair and wore her trouser. Blinded by rage, Marissa pushed Piper aside, nearly making her lose balance, then kicked Loic in the chest with a grimace, knocking him flat to the ground. She snarled at Loic, who helplessly stretched his hands upward toward her with the other hand clutching the axe in his neck, hoping for aid, as his breath began to slow down.

Marissa: Now, who’s dead? Because to me, you’re already as good as gone, nothing but a ghost of a man. (She shakes her head in bitter anger) I swear, I’m going to make your life a never-ending hell. You’ll pay for every damn thing you did, you filthy bastard, the man I once had the nerve to call father. And that’s something I regret every single day. But thank you… thank you for finally opening my eyes. Because now, what I’m about to do to you, it’ll be more brutal, more painful than anything you’ve ever put me through. A pain so deep, you’ll still be carrying it, even when you get to the afterlife. I promise you that, you bastard f**k.

As she snarled, she raised her leg and began to drive the axe deeper into his neck with her foot, aimless, restless, yet with deadly precision. His blood splattered everywhere.

Marissa: That’s for Miguel, you hired a sniper to kill and took from me!

As she said that, Piper’s eyes widened in shock, her mouth slowly parting, yet deep down, a great wave of satisfaction swelled within her as she watched Marissa unleash her vengeance on Loic, especially the way she moved, violent, dangerous, and without a shred of pity.

Marissa: And this is for RAPING ME!!

Marissa added, as she continued hitting him on the same spot, more violently and with even less pity, her body trembling with each impatient strike. It was fast and rough, fueled completely by rage. With each strike, the axe cut deeper into his neck, slicing it open, blood splattering and gushing from his mouth and especially from the wound. He had been dead since the second hit, long gone, but that didn’t stop her. She kept going at it until she delivered one final, heavy strike to the axe lodged in his neck, letting out a loud grunt.

Marissa: Arrghh! Go to hell!!

The last hit cracked his neck halfway open, leaving it slightly bent. Then she stopped, flicking her hair behind her ear, sweating and panting, her eyes fixed on him, legs slightly apart. In that moment, tears began to well in her eyes. She covered her mouth, took a few steps back, and slowly sat on the couch, unable to take her eyes off the horrific sight of Loic, his neck half decapitated, blood staining the floor around him. After the deed, a wave of regret surged through her for what she had done. She tried to hold back the tears, confused by the sudden guilt, especially since he was the same man who had made her go through hell, the same man who had turned her into someone numb, someone without human feelings. All because of him.

Yet, she didn’t feel the same relief, satisfaction, or twisted joy she’d felt after killing Camellia and her friends in cold blood. What made this different, what brought that sudden gush of pain and regret, was the fact that this was the same man who once took her in and raised her like his own, after she’d been dumped as a baby by the roadside by a mother she never knew. If she looked past the terrible things he had done to her, the horror he became… there was still that part of her that remembered how he once cared. It was as if she’d been possessed when she carried out the violent act of killing him. And now that it was over, her eyes were clear.

As much as she tried to hold back her tears, she couldn’t help herself — she teared up, choking up, the veins clearly visible on her forehead as pain and regret surged through her. This completely stunned Piper on the spot; she stood in disbelief. She didn’t want to believe, or even accept, that Marissa, her boss, was honestly weeping over Loic’s death after the deed, especially knowing how joyous and pleasured she always seemed whenever she did something harmful or life-taking like that. Even though she knew he was her father, though she didn’t yet know he wasn’t her biological father, it still came as a shock. As taken aback as she was, watching her boss break down into tears like that moved her. Moved by Marissa’s state of mind, she stepped closer and tried to console her, but what Marissa did next outraged and startled her.

Marissa: (spoke out of rage) You dare touch me? Are you insane? I may not own your life, but I own you, and I could just snap your neck and toss your body aside like filth. You’re nothing but a pain, a disappointment, and a disgrace in the a*s. NOTHING. (Shaking her head in bitter anger) You brought me pain, Piper. You’re the reason why all this happened to me… and to him. (Looks at Loic’s corpse) Yes, I may have finished him off, because he killed Miguel and raped me. But it doesn’t change the fact that I knew him as a father. Even though he confessed he wasn’t truly my father, at least he was the one who raised me. I knew him as a father, even if he played the role the wrong way. It was his greed, his lust, his obsession with power that got him killed. (Looks fiercely at Piper) And that’s all thanks to you. You are a disgrace and a disappointment. Because if you were with me… all this might not have happened. You good-for-nothing bodyguard. Where the f**k were you when I needed you most? Huh? Is this really the right time to show up, dragging that useless weight of yours into this house, after he was done molesting me? Raping me? Well, I hope you’re happy now… seeing your boss like this, aren’t you?…
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Piper: (bowing her head, voice shaky) What?… No, boss… I swear, I was… I was trying… I didn’t know he’d…
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Marissa: (snaps, voice rising like thunder) Are you insane?! Daring to talk back when I’m speaking?! Then where the hell were you, you bastard f**k?! Okay. I get it. I told you earlier to think about what you wanted from me, and I meant it. But is that the excuse you’re giving me now, meat mangler’s mother? (Scoffs, eyes blazing) F**k! If I told you to take your time, did that mean you should use a damn decade to think about it? I see now. He was right. I should’ve hired someone better, not some crazy dog that abandons her master when it matters most! (Voice cracks, venom lacing every word) You know what? F**k off. Just f**k off, and you are…

In that moment, she paused her statement as they both got alerted by a sudden crash from the laundry room, a sharp, breaking noise, especially Piper, whose gaze snapped quickly in that direction the moment she heard it, prompting her to grip her second axe from the holster. Marissa, who had a better idea of what might’ve caused the noise, spoke out with a commanding, serious tone, her face tightening into a grimace.

Marissa: Kill that bitch in the laundry room. And you’re FIRED!

Her statement left Piper gasping and shocked, as Marissa rubbed the tears off her face intently, zipped her trouser properly, and got up from the chair. The sight of Marissa’s facial expression alone said it all, how badly she had fucked things up, especially for not being there when Marissa needed her most. Piper felt her pain to the core, even though she wasn’t the kind of person who usually felt sorry for anyone. Yet for Marissa, she understood. She felt it.

For whatever reason, she thought it would be worth it if Marissa fired her. But deep down, she’d have preferred if Marissa just told her to take a break. They had been through too much together to break apart now. To Piper, Marissa was the only one who had ever truly cared for her, understood her, regardless of her craziness. And it would hurt deeply if they were to part ways now.

As Marissa brushed her hair back with her hand and walked past her, Piper suddenly wrapped her arms tightly around her from behind, pressing her cheek gently against Marissa’s back. The gesture stopped Marissa in her tracks, leaving her stunned, she hadn’t expected it. But unbeknownst to her, Piper quickly slipped a small tracker into Marissa’s pocket. That wasn’t her true intention, though. As she held her with eyes closed and arms tight around her, it was clear, she meant the embrace. She clung to her as if she never wanted to let go.

Piper: Yes, I know I screwed up, I screwed up, and I screwed up, Boss… It was all my fault this happened. I take full responsibility, and I feel guilty for it. God, I feel so stupid… I shouldn’t have left your side for any reason, especially when my job is to protect you 24/7. I’m sorry… I swear I’ll always stay by your side to protect you, even if it costs me my last breath. Please… just give me one more chance to prove myself. One more time…

Piper blurted regretfully, still embracing her, hoping for a second chance from Marissa, who closed her eyes and tilted her face down, contemplating everything she had just heard. Her words and actions nearly moved Marissa to tears. But then, she let out a sigh and responded, not with anger, but with a soft tone and a grimaced look.

Marissa: I’d really like to, but… sorry, Piper. You’ve risked and done enough for me. It’s not easy, putting your life on the line for someone else, and I truly appreciate everything you’ve done for me. I want you to know… I’m not mad at you anymore. I swear. But I’m done with this life. Miguel, my love, is dead. There’s nothing left for me in his mansion or on that territory, except maybe some clothes. So, you too… live your life however you want. And, don’t see this as punishment. See me firing you as a gift, an early retirement, not anger. I’ll send your money to your account. Good luck with everything.
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Piper: (pleads) Please… at least let me drive you home.
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Marissa: Tempting, but no.

Marissa disagreed, releasing her arms from her waist and heading toward the door, taking deliberate steps without looking back at her, leaving Piper standing right where she was until she stepped out of the house and shut the door behind her. As soon as she was gone, silence filled the room. Piper remained rooted to the spot, her head hanging low. She slowly pulled out her axe, gripping the handle tightly, tightening her hold even more, ready to hurl it at anything that appeared, without a care in the world in that moment. Just then, the laundry room door creaked open, and Sierra slowly sneaked out, thinking they had already left after hearing the sound of the door close. She believed the coast was clear and didn’t notice Piper standing there, until Piper’s attention snapped toward her, eyes locked in Sierra’s direction.

In that moment, Sierra gently closed the laundry door, then turned around and looked up, only to meet Piper’s murderous gaze and gritted teeth. Startled by the fierce look, she swallowed hard. Fueled by rage, Piper hurled the axe at her with deadly intent. The axe spun through the air and pierced Sierra’s chest deeply, instantly soaking her maid uniform with blood. The impact made Sierra stumble backward, slamming her back hard against the door. Her hands trembled as she slowly grasped the axe lodged in her chest. But that wasn’t enough, Piper swiftly grabbed the axe stuck in Loic’s broken neck and, with agile fury, leapt over the couch to confront Sierra.

Piper pinned Sierra’s neck against the door and began hacking at her with the axe, tearing into her flesh with savage intensity, showing no mercy. Blood burst from her face, oozing out as her left eyeball flew from its socket, rolling to the floor. Piper continued hacking at every part of Sierra’s body, mutilating her face beyond recognition. Blood sprayed wildly from the deep wounds, splattering the walls, floor, and even Piper’s face. After relentless strikes, Piper finally released her grip. Sierra collapsed slowly to her knees, brutally mutilated and long dead. Piper stalked to her, grabbed her by the hair, tilted her head back, and pressed the axe against her neck. With a snarl, she slit Sierra’s throat open. Blood gushed out as the poor woman succumbed to the wound. Piper panted heavily, chest rising and falling, eyes locked onto her corpse and the profuse blood leaking from her onto the floor.

In that moment, she heard a car engine echoing outside, believing it was Marissa driving away. She wiped the blood dripping from her axes and cleaned them on Sierra’s body before walking. Just then, she noticed Marissa’s phone on the floor beside the couch. With a cold expression, she picked it up, only to find the screen completely shattered. She stepped out of the mansion and watched Marissa’s car speed off until it disappeared from sight. Then, she pulled out her own phone from her jacket pocket and scrolled through it. A red location pin pulsed on a digital map displayed on the screen, a reminder of the tracking device she’d planted in Marissa’s trouser. Just then, her eyes landed on a big power bike parked beside a luxurious Hummer jeep. The sight of it brought a faint smile to her otherwise cold face.

Before long, the roar of the power bike’s engine filled the air as Piper sat on it, riding with a stealthy gaze and her hand fixed firmly on the handle, turning it with increasing speed that made her hair blow backward on the way.

Tbc…

Hello, Readers…. I know this story turned out longer than I expected, but I just had to pour all my imagination into this episode…. It even went beyond the word count I planned to end with, but I guess sometimes you just have to follow your heart and write whatever comes to it…. The reason I mention this is so we can focus on other scenes too…. Also, sorry for the delay…. Expect a new chapter in about 4 days because I really want to take my time and not rush things…. Nevertheless, please share your impressions of this chapter in the comments section…. It truly matters to me…. Thank you….

[Adewole Olayiwola Kelvin]

SURVIVOR: Ghost – Bodyguard Series (S01 • E22)🩸🔞

By:- Adewole Kelvin

Content Warning: I acknowledge that I haven’t always provided content warnings for violence, manipulation, bloodshed, and sexual encounters in some chapters. Please note that everything written in these chapters, including this one, is purely fictional and a product of my imagination. Do not attempt to replicate any of the actions described. Additionally, this chapter contains content that is not suitable for readers under the age of eight. Reader discretion is advised.

“ACT OF FATHER’S SIN 2”

{Continuation…}

In that moment, the house felt heavier, suffocating me with frustration. What made it worse was the constant replay of past memories—memories that pushed me dangerously close to losing my mind. But I didn’t utter a word, only staring in his direction as he continued speaking in a caring tone while rage boiled inside me.

Loic: Believe it or not, dear, I’ve had sleepless nights ever since that day—worried sick about what might be happening to my beautiful, precious daughter wherever she is. In fact, there were times I got sick, but I never told you. So, after many sleepless nights and deep thoughts, I finally came up with a way to get you out of those lion dens you’re stuck in.
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Marissa: (Snorts) How can that even be possible when the contract hasn’t been terminated yet? And let’s not forget—Miguel is the most dangerous, wild, and powerful gangster in the country. Even the policemen shake in their boots just hearing his name, and you know exactly what that means. He’s not to be messed with.
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Loic: (chuckles wryly) Even my own daughter has been fooled by him into thinking he’s really that dangerous and powerful.
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Marissa: I live with him, remember? (folds her arms) Well, that’s all thanks to you.
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Loic: (rolls his eyes) Yeah, yeah! But with all his power, money, and dangerous lifestyle—where the f**k is he when his guys are getting arrested and thrown into police vans in the streets like a bunch of writhing worms? By the same policemen who supposedly shake in their boots just hearing his name? Let’s talk—over five hundred of his men have been taken down recently, out of the thousand he’s built up. What’s he doing to stop that, huh?

I didn’t utter a word. I simply looked away, folding my arms with the same serious expression not because he was entirely right, but because I had no interest in the conversation between us. The bloody violence of the Red Wolves alone is proof enough, and he knows it. Besides, I wasn’t in the mood for any argument at that moment, let alone to even talk about it.

Loic: Or maybe his little scoldings or harsh words made you believe he’s truly dangerous, didn’t they? Maybe then, I could use some help—since you live with the so-called dangerous, wild, and powerful gangster himself. I’m pretty sure you know a lot about him. But even so, I’d rather handle things on my own way. And here’s the catch: the only way to free you from that dangerous place… is to eliminate Miguel. That’s the only way you can get your life back, be with whoever you want, and…
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Marissa: (chuckles) Hahaha! Sorry, Dad, but you sound funny—and it’s really easy for you to say. You think Miguel is just some random guy you can eliminate just like that? Besides, even if you did manage to eliminate him, do you have any idea how many lives would be at stake because of it?
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Loic: Then so be it. I don’t care as long as you’re out of that lion’s den and away from his wrath. You don’t even realize that one day, that lunatic with a skull-like, ugly face could just wake up and snap your neck. Well, I can’t just sit here and do nothing while I still have the chance—before it’s too late.
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Marissa: (gruffly) So you didn’t know all that before you went ahead and borrowed money way beyond your means just to run a campaign—from his organization, because you wanted to become Prime Minister? You didn’t even think twice before selling your own daughter as collateral for that loan? A contract tied to the number of years it took him to earn that money and now you’re supposed to pay it back until it’s fully repaid? You didn’t know that, huh, Dad?
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Loic: (sighs) Yes, I did and I take it back. It was my fault. I admit I’ve made mistakes in the past… And speaking of that… you think I enjoyed it? You think I was happy when I did it, huh? He threatened to kill us all, and I thought–what could I possibly do? So, I felt like you were the only way to stop it… and we had a contract agreement together…
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Marissa: (chuckles wryly) So now you think eliminating Miguel will magically fix all my shit, huh? Like that’s really gonna solve everything?
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Loic: (softly) It’s the only way, honey. And if you were thinking clearly, you’d see I’m doing this for your own good… for your future.
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Marissa: Okay, so now I have a future, huh? Thanks for your loving kindness, Dad. But that’s not going to happen—I’m already in love with him.

Loic: Can you even hear yourself? You’re in love with a criminal…? Are you serious right now?
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Marissa: Yes, Dad. And believe me, I’m not joking or bluffing when I said that. He’s the one I’m going to marry. So, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got somewhere to be right now.
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Loic: Well, then, it’s already too late.

He said with a serious expression as I tried to stand, which made me sit back down. Then he asked gruffly and with curiosity.

Marissa: How do you mean?
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Loic: (Crosses his leg slowly, voice calm but venomous) Well, I hired a sniper to blow your lover’s f*****g brains out. And not just any sniper—I’m talking about one of the best in the world. A ghost. A pro who never misses. (Glances at his wristwatch) Maybe a few hours from now, I should be getting the good news—your lover’s corpse dropped in the dirt like a bag of wasted filth. (Voice firm) Look, I won’t just sit and watch my own daughter marry a man with no future—no life. What happens next? He dumps his filthy bloodline into you? You give birth to a generation of criminal-killing machines? Not while I’m still breathing. (Sighs, leans back) Yes, I admit it—I messed up. I never should’ve borrowed a dime from that goddamn criminal organization he belonged to. That part’s on me. But I’m fixing it. (Leans in, voice lower, intense) Besides, I had a rare opportunity to meet the Prime Minister of Canada—thanks to a wealthy friend of mine. We talked politics, shared vision. Becoming Prime Minister has always been my dream, long before I ever touched dirty money. Later, I met him again. Privately. We made a deal. He offered me a powerful position close to him, even with his busy schedule. But there was a catch… He wanted something in return. So, I gave him you. Because I knew, with time, I could rise even higher. Take his place, eventually. My plans are already in motion. And to make it even more perfect—his son? Still single. Never married. Actively searching. It was the perfect setup.

After saying that, he gulped down half the liquor in the bottle. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. I sat there, contemplating his words, completely shocked. My father has shocked me in many ways before — including the time I caught him having s*x with the housemaid in his bedroom, but hearing this felt like a punch to the face. A heavy one. It hurt and angered me to the core. He’s the reason my life became cold and hardened, stripped of any real human feeling. He borrowed two million dollars from Miguel, the boss of a dangerous gang, just to run his campaign. And Miguel — the same man — ended up becoming my contract husband. Six years. That’s how long the marriage would last — the same number of years it took Miguel to earn that money. Until it’s repaid in full, I remain married to him. That was the agreement they made: I would serve as a temporary form of payment. And the contract? It ends only when the debt is cleared.

The disappointing part is that the money he borrowed from Miguel, my contract husband and the head of a dangerous organization, to run a powerful campaign—because he wanted to become Prime Minister a few years ago—ended up failing. Some of that money was lost and wasted because, at that time, he wasn’t wealthy enough to run the campaign properly. However, he was able to use part of it to buy this mansion I’m currently and to invest. Even with that, he barely repaid the loan. There was a specific time and date agreed upon for repayment, but he always came up with one excuse after another. That leaves me with no hope of ever getting out of Miguel’s life, even if the contract between them ends. I can never forget the day he sold me out to Miguel in this very house. Well, to me, it feels like he sold me. The aftermath was terrible. I was painfully tortured, molested, humiliated, and sexually harassed by Miguel himself, which changed me into the person I am today.

All my life, I believed nothing could change who a person truly is. I thought life was all about choices — that you either chose the positive path or the negative one. But everything changed when I stepped into Miguel’s world. That’s when I realized: you can choose to be on the positive side, but your environment can drag you into the negative, whether you like it or not. And Miguel’s world… that was the environment that changed me. What I never saw coming was how I transformed — becoming strict, tough, fearless, and numb to human emotion. And strangely, once I became that version of myself, Miguel’s abuse stopped, almost like that’s exactly what he had been waiting for. Even so, I still faced his wrath some time. And something about him always felt cold, like he had never known love himself. But his wrath now didn’t hurt the way it did when I was first handed over to him. I had gotten used to it. It didn’t scare me anymore.

What scares me… is that I started loving what he does. Everything about him, his power, his fearlessness — began to inspire me. And slowly, I started developing feelings for him. Me, the girl who once dreamed of becoming a philanthropist, marrying a good man, and raising beautiful children, now in love with one of the most dangerous gangsters in the country. Not only most dangerous, but most wanted. And the worst part? My father, the man who gave me away in the first place — now wants him dead. Pretending he’s trying to save me, when in reality, he’s already planning to hand me over to the Prime Minister of Canada’s son… in exchange for being made Deputy Prime Minister. God! My head felt like it was on fire when I heard that. I couldn’t help but wonder — what does he think I am? A bargaining chip in his twisted quest for power? Is my life just the price he’s willing to pay for his ambition? After everything he made me go through?

The most annoying part of it was that he blurted it out without showing any sign of remorse—completely confident, taking a sip right after, and even crossing his legs comfortably—which forced me to speak out, shaking my head in regret and standing up.

Marissa: I knew it—I knew there was more to this when you said you wanted to take me or set me free from the hands of Miguel and the organization. But your real intention was to hand me over as an exchange for the position of deputy prime minister?
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Loic: Yes… Yes. That’s the one and only real intention — to make that dying dream I’ve been chasing come true. And I’m glad you heard me right.
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Marissa: (snaps) What kind of father does something like that to his own child?
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Loic: A father doing everything possible for a better tomorrow and for his ungrateful child.

He answered boldly, standing up and walking toward me, stopping just a short distance away so we faced each other. Angered more by his statement, I shook my head, replaying his words in my mind. There was nothing he was doing for me—only for his own selfish desires. There was no better tomorrow in what he was trying to achieve, just his greed for wealth, without caring if I would be happy or not. God! What kind of father is he?

I found myself blurting out, my brows furrowed fiercely as if they could kill, my fists balled tightly.

Marissa: Well, then, it’s never going to happen. After what you just did—God, I f*****g hate you! I hate you with everything in me! I regret ever having you as my father!
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Loic: Hahaha! You think hating me will change anything now? Hate me all you want, but if you can’t see why I’m doing all this, then you never will. Just know it doesn’t bother me—and it will happen, I promise you. Believe it or not. (Takes a slow sip from the liquor bottle and drops it on the table.)

In that moment, I ignored him and pulled my phone out of my right pocket, quickly scrolling through it, my heart racing as if I were running a marathon. He growled.

Loic: What the hell do you think you’re doing, Marissa?
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Marissa: Well, I’m going to call Miguel about your orchestrated hit. I won’t let…

The next thing that landed on my cheek before I could finish my statement was a slap from him — a heavy one that made me swerve and fall back onto the chair. I landed hard, my back facing him, legs still on the ground but my body slightly bent over. My phone slipped from my hand and hit the floor with the sharp sound of glass shattering. The screen must have broken. In that moment, a loud, high-pitched ringing filled my ear, and my cheek burned so badly it felt like fire. The pain was dizzying — almost enough to make me pass out. I clutched my cheek, then spat into the same palm I was using to hold it — and saw blood. A painful reminder of just how powerful that slap was.

What shocked me the most was that it was the first time he had ever raised his hand against me. But as I tried to recover from that slap and get up, he shoved me back down onto the chair, my back still turned toward him. Then I felt his hands on my waist — and that jolted me awake from the daze. I quickly tried to stand and turn around, confused and afraid of what he was about to do. But before I could fully rise, another slap landed — this one even more powerful, more intense, and far more painful than the first. I collapsed back into the chair, completely weakened by it. His hands were just too hard to bear. Then he growled gruffly.

Loic: You silly child! You will do as I say. I won’t let you ruin my plans for me.

As weak as I felt, I began to hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt. I couldn’t help but wonder—was he about to beat me again, after the two slaps I had just received? And all because I was trying to do the right thing? But to my utmost shock, he grasped both of my hands, pressing his intimate area against my butts so closely that I could feel his manhood between my butts, growing harder as he roughly pulled my hands behind my back and tightened the belt around my wrists—though his aim was far from precise. I struggled to break free, but he was too strong, his grip unbearably tight. Fear, confusion, and curiosity swirled inside me, making my heart race faster than I had ever felt before. In that moment, I desperately hoped I wasn’t imagining what I feared.

Marissa: What… What are you doing? Let go of me, Dad. Let go of me — f*****g let go!

He didn’t utter a word—only his grunts and heavy breaths I heard as he continued, expertly tying my wrists tight. Then, the next thing that sent a cold chill racing down my spine was his hands on my trousers, fingers instantly pulling down the side zips. In that moment, it felt like my head cracked open to something new, my heart p******g so fast I thought it might burst. I didn’t need anyone to tell me what he was trying to do. I yelled at him, shooting a side glance, but I couldn’t see his face. I pressed my forehead against the couch seat, my breath shaking heavily.

Marissa: So, you’d f**k your own daughter too, just like you did with the housemaid?
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Loic: (gasp) How the f**k did you…? Hmph. So your miserable criminal lover didn’t just turn that timid little girl into a bold, fearless woman—he also turned you into a nosy little gossip too. Peeking into things that don’t concern you. Like what I do with my maid. He must’ve done a hell of a job. So, to answer your question… no. I’ll f**k the one I abducted.
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Marissa: (Shaky voice) The one you abducted…? W-what… What are you talking about? Let me go—now—or I swear I’ll scream! (Muttering under her breath) Where the f**k is Piper…? Piper, where are you? I… I can’t let this happen. Not to me. No…
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Loic: (voice cruel) Scream all you want. Just so you know, this is an island estate—and we’re the only ones here. Maybe you’d have had a shot if there were neighbors nearby, but this is a rich man’s island. No one gives a f**k, sweetheart. No one’s coming to save you. Not the housemaid. Not that crazy dog you call a bodyguard. (He laughed, mocking) You really should’ve hired someone who doesn’t leave their boss’s side. Not that it would’ve mattered—she wouldn’t dare intervene. I own this place. And right now, I own you. (Smiles darkened) To answer your little question again? You’re not my daughter. And that woman who left me ten years ago? She’s not your mother either. In fact… we’re not your parents at all.
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Marissa: (Yelling) Stop the tomfoolery! YOU’RE LYING! I don’t believe you! You’re just saying that—using it as an excuse to get between my legs! (Her chest heaved with panic) You’re lying! You’re LYING!!
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Loic: Lying? Lying for what? (He scoffed, laughing bitterly) For a p***y I haven’t even fucked? Please. I’ve had more of that than you can imagine—even before you were born. So, there’s nothing special about you. You know, I thought Miguel really turned you into a tough woman. That was the talk, at least. But clearly, I was wrong. Your criminal lover didn’t teach you how to think smartly. You’re still the same naive, timid little girl I used to know. Tell me this… what kind of ‘good father’ offers his child as collateral to the most dangerous, most wanted gangster in the country—just after borrowing a pile of cash? What good father would trade his own daughter for political power? For position? For leverage? What good father… would be about to screw his own daughter like I’m about to do now? And that woman you keep calling ‘mother’? You’ve tried to reach her so many times. She never answers, never cares. Because she doesn’t. No real mother holds a grudge against her husband and punishes the child for it. She cares for Grayson. Her son. My son. Our son. You, silly child… you were never related to us.

As soon as he finished speaking so cruelly, he slowly pulled my trousers down to my legs. But I was too heartbroken by his words to even think of stopping him. My mind wandered, drowning in thought. As much as I didn’t want to believe him, I knew he was right about everything he said. In that moment, everything began to make sense — as if a door in my mind had been forced open, unblocking memories I’d buried for years. No real father would do what he did — or what he was about to do — to his own daughter. No real mother would treat her child the way she treated me.

Even the age gap between Grayson and me. I had always thought he was my blood brother, but the ten-year difference between us should have raised questions. I’m 25 now. He’s 15. Most siblings are born five or so years apart — ten is a stretch. Then there’s the resemblance. Or lack of it. I’ve never looked like any of them — not the man I thought was my father, not the woman I called mother. Grayson is the only one who resembles him. I remember asking her about that when I was a child, and she lied straight to my face. She told me I looked like her mother — my so-called grandmother. But it was never true. None of it ever was.

I felt even more weakened after everything he revealed to me, and my heart pounded painfully in my chest. All I felt in that moment was shock, pain, betrayal, heartbreak — and goosebumps covering my skin. It was a pain far worse than anything I had ever felt with Miguel. I felt like I was breaking into pieces. I didn’t even realize when the tears welled up in my eyes and started to fall. Everything he said swirled and surged through me like a storm. My head felt like it was on fire — not just from what he did, but from the chaos spinning in my mind.

And none of it was good. It was a dark, heavy mess… a testament to how I truly felt in that moment. It would’ve been better if they had just sat me down and told me everything properly — maybe then I would’ve had a chance to understand. But after what happened, I don’t even trust myself anymore. I have a feeling this won’t end well. And what made it even worse was what he said next in a mockery tone.

Loic: Now might be the time to shed crocodile tears. And to think you came in here without wearing panties—That’s a wonder to me. Like you knew something like this would happen. Well, you just saved me the stress. Direct access. I like that. Your criminal lover must be thanking his stars that I handed over this body, this masterpiece, to him like a gift. That once-flat a*s of the shy, naive girl I used to know… Now it’s round, full, and begging to be touched. How much did it cost to pump that up, hmm? Tell me—How many times has he touched you? Pressed you? How many times has he emptied his filthy, criminal seed inside you like you were his reward?
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Marissa: I hate you! I swear—I’m going to kill you!

I screamed under my breath, rage burning in my chest as I struggled to break free from the rope tied behind my back.

Loic: Nice to know you’re more concerned about killing your own father than begging him. Great. Maybe if you had begged, I would’ve considered letting you go by now. But just so you know… you’re at my mercy—tied like a goat, ready for slaughter. I could throttle you to death and hide your corpse without a single damn care after I’m done f*****g you. But preferably… I won’t. You’re lucky. I still need you alive—to help me achieve that dream of mine. In less than three hours, the Prime Minister’s bodygaurds will be here, right in this compound, to pick you up… Right after your criminal lover is lying dead—like the goat he is. In the meantime… Let me satisfy myself with you. Let me taste what he’s been enjoying between your legs.

As he said that, I felt him rub his glan (head) of his phallus against the entrance of my p***y. Panic gripped me as I kept struggling, silently praying that piper should just show up please before he enters me from behind. But he was too strong. He pinned my tied wrists tighter behind my back, holding me down with a strength I couldn’t match. I screamed In anger—this time loud.

Marissa: ARRRRGH!!! HEEELP!!!!

Despite screaming and hoping she would show up since I left her outside, there was no sign of her. Not even a single sound—just my ragged, shaky breath and his grunts and chuckling. Hope slipped away from me. Then, in that moment, he pushed inside me for the first time. A cold chill ran down my spine—it felt unreal, like a dream. Even after all the everything he’d spilled, I wanted to believe this wasn’t just a nightmare. His length grew harder, pushing deeper and stretching me slowly. My walls twitched around him involuntarily—pain mixed with discomfort as I adjusted to how big he was. But beneath the pain, a shocking surge of pleasure raced through me. I bit my lip to hold back moans, but a soft grunt escaped—one he returned.

Loic: Oh, God!

Then he slid his phallus back, and as he did, I felt it rub against my walls, sliding out slowly. A soft, barely audible m**n escaped my lips, my eyes closing involuntarily—like he knew exactly where my weakness was. He moaned along with me, shaking on his legs, as I could feel him pulsing inside me.

Marissa: Mmm
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Loic: Argh.

Then he let go of my pinned wrists, and I felt his hands grip my waist—desperate, firm. In the next moment, he thrust back inside me in one sharp motion, with no restraint this time. I gasped, mouth falling open as he filled me completely. His pace was fast and rough, the force of it sharp and overwhelming. I could feel the tip of him—his glans—nudging something deep inside me. My cervix. Besides, it’s not the first time feeling that. But It sent a wave of shock, shivers, and twisted pleasure shooting through my body. His length dragged along my walls with his second thrust, making me twitch around him, involuntarily. I bit down on my lip, forcing back the m**n rising in my throat.

Before long, he was thrusting in and out of me with ease—rough, unrelenting—his grip on my waist firm, almost desperate. I couldn’t believe this was happening… that he was doing this, without shame, without a hint of remorse.The man I once call family. The man who raised me like his daughter. The one who should even teach me how sinful it is… Now holding me like I was his to ruin. And I hated it—I hated that his thrusts were beginning to feel good. And the worst part? My body, despite everything, responded. I even came too quickly, making it easier for him… slicker, smoother, wetter… more satisfying for him to thrust in and out as he pleased. But as he began sliding in and out of me—harder, deeper—I felt his pelvis slam my butts hard, the weight of him p******g against me with each thrust. The pain, the betrayal, the heartbreak… they all started to blur, slowly drowned by waves of unwanted pleasure, surging through my body. And in that moment, I didn’t hate him. I hated myself.

I hated myself for the fact that I was enjoying it—for letting him in deeper, arching my back as he moved in and out of me. Instead of feeling heartbroken, or even tearful that he was actually doing this with me, I found myself craving more. I bit my lip to hold the moans from escaping, even as my body tensed from the overwhelming pleasure of feeling him rubbing and stretching my walls with his thick, hard phallus. And the bastard man wasn’t slowing down. His thrusts were getting faster and deeper, each one dragging more unwanted pleasure out of me—pleasure I never imagined I could feel. But I never imagined it would be with him. Not like this. It was forbidden. Taboo. And even though I already knew the truth.

But now, his thrusts had become so intense, I couldn’t hold it in anymore—I moaned uncontrollably as he pumped in and out of me, his c**k pulsating, thickening with every stroke inside me. I could feel him growing harder, stretching me more and more, his s***t rubbing every inch of my slick, sensitive walls—dragging out a deeper, rawer kind of pleasure that made my toes curl. The smacking of his hips against my a*s echoed in the room, fast and loud, and I couldn’t stop the cries that spilled from my lips—moans torn from me whether I wanted them or not.

Marissa: Ah… ah… mm—mm—mm…

SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK

Loic: I regret ever abducting you as our child—the day my ex-wife and I found you on the street in the quiet, early morning hours, crying by the roadside like a cat starved for decades. I should’ve crushed that coconut head of yours into a flat wooden plank when I had the chance. But maybe if I had, I wouldn’t be this close to achieving a higher political position now. You ungrateful child. Instead of being thankful that I’m offering a fatherless, motherless stray like you to the Prime Minister’s son in exchange for power—something countless women would die for—you choose to act like some tough, grown woman who can’t be controlled. Every bit of money you have today came from me—my struggles, my support. I could take it all back and nothing would happen. Without me and my ex-wife, you’d still be that filthy, empty, broken thing we found lying on that roadside. (He jerks his waist roughly.) Ohh… f**k… this is… Ahh… As if that wasn’t enough, you chose to be with that criminal lover of yours. A most-wanted criminal, for God’s sake! You really think someone like Miguel cares about you? Let alone loves you? Hahahah!! Ohh, you’re sick. Very sick! I wouldn’t be surprised if you took something before coming here. Well, let’s see if he comes to save you after he’s dead… you ungratefull child!

He said it in a mockingly gruffly voice—words that almost turned me off. Almost. But then he slapped my a*s—hard. The loud smack made me flinch, the sting biting into my skin. And somehow, that pain only pushed me over the edge. The way he spanked me while still ramming me from behind, it sent a wicked jolt through my body—and I came, hard. My eyes rolled back as I gushed around him, soaking his c**k… phallus… whatever, trembling from the release. But he didn’t stop. If anything, his pace grew even more brutal. Deeper. Faster. Another wave of pleasure built up—hotter, messier, unstoppable. I couldn’t help it anymore. I moaned out loud, louder than before, my breath quickening, my mouth parting as I started to salivate.

Tbc…

Now you know what Marissa has been through… does it change how you see her actions?

[Adewole Olayiwola Kelvin]

SURVIVOR: Ghost – Bodyguard Series (S01 • E21) 🩸🔞

By:- Adewole Kelvin.

“ACT OF FATHER’S SIN”

Marissa’s pov

“Do what you love, and use it to serve others. That’s where true success and fulfillment begin.”

That was my mother’s favorite quote—something she often said to me when I was a kid, before she and my annoying father divorced. God, I regret having him as a father for so many reasons. I was only fifteen when my parents divorced, after my mother caught him cheating on her repeatedly with other women. During the time of his infidelity, my mother was incredibly patient. In fact, she’s the most patient woman I’ve ever known. She held onto hope that he would change and come to his senses. But instead, he only got worse. Sometimes, he would even bring young girls home—girls who were barely old enough to be his children—while my mother was out. I witnessed it all firsthand as I grew up around them.

What my mother once hoped would change eventually became a hopeless situation for her—not to mention the heated arguments and fights they had countless times right in front of me and my little brother, Grayson. God, there wasn’t a single day when the house didn’t feel like it was turning upside down from their constant shouting. That was also what triggered and finally forced my mother to divorce him and take my brother with her. She tried to take me too, but my father refused, leaving me behind while she moved on with her life. Ever since then, I’ve never seen or heard from my mother again.

I even took the risk of searching for her by myself when I got a bit older. God, when my father found out, that day was a living hell for me. Still, there was nowhere she could be found. I even tried calling her, but she never answered. At first, I thought she was just busy with work—she had always been a busy mother—so maybe she just couldn’t pick up. But later, I was forced to believe she must’ve changed her SIM card, leaving me to believe she didn’t care about me anymore, just like she didn’t care about my father. And as for my father, his fornication only got worse after the divorce. Not only he was a father of fornication, he was also wealth-driven, which had a psychological impact on me.

All my life, I’ve always wanted to be a philanthropist by helping people financially—it’s what has made me happy since I was a young girl. The question is, was that dream fulfilled? Yes, it did come to fulfillment, although not in the way I had always envisioned. Some people do it for fame or recognition, but that was never my true purpose. Still, I can say it came to pass—even though I had become the opposite of who I used to be. I was once a timid, gentle, and ambitious person. And when it finally happened, the ending wasn’t good at all. In fact, it was tragically painful.

And Camellia, my so-called friend was the perfect example of what happens when you bite the hand that fed you. She thought she could humiliate me and walk away like nothing ever happened, after everything I did for her. When I met her just a year ago, she was nothing. Hungry. Bone-thin. Worn down by life. Ugly—not just on the outside, but from the pain and bitterness she carried. She was barely surviving in a life no one would wish for.

When we crossed paths again, she opened up to me about her struggles. I listened. I felt pity. So, I brought her in—not just as a friend, but like a sister. I gave her shelter. I cleaned her up. I took her from rags to a life many could only dream of. I spent my own money to support her. I taught her how to build something for herself, how to rise, how to win and everything I taught her began to pay off. She had a passion for modeling as a career, and I supported her dream every step of the way. And then ‘Boom’ she started gaining recognition. Before long, she was being called up to be the ambassador of several big brands. I was genuinely happy for her.

Afterward, I noticed Camellia began to create distance between us and stopped all the friendly interactions we used to have—no calls, no chats. At first, I thought it was because of how busy she might be as a business model and with other ventures she was involved in, which could be taking up her time. So, I didn’t take it too seriously. Besides, I was also busy trying to grow myself the more and had no time to dwell on it.

But then, yesterday, I decided to surprise Camellia at the Canadian Arts & Fashion Awards (CAFA), where the best models of the year were being recognized. Piper drove me there, and the event was filled with many well-known celebrities, not just models. My intention was to shock Camellia—in a good way—when she saw me at the event.

Although, she had told me about it earlier in the week, and surprisingly, she was awarded for brand ambassadorship and magazine features.
She gave a speech of appreciation when she received the award, mentioning the names of friends who supported her—excluding mine. A wave of shock and disappointment surged through me after hearing that. I couldn’t help but to wonder, how could she forget me? What in the world could have made her exclude me?

I felt there was more behind her actions—no normal human being would do that, for sure. Well, after the Canadian Arts & Fashion Awards (CAFA) event, I searched for her and finally caught sight of her with her three new rich friends: Luna, Hazel, and Willow, all beautifully dressed on a red carpet, taking pictures after a brief interview with a broadcaster. Despite being disappointed by her appreciation speech, I was still happy for her achievement. I went ahead to meet her—Piper leading the way—hoping to wish her well and maybe have a quick conversation and take a few photos together.

But she had this expression on her face that clearly showed she wasn’t happy or excited to see me approaching. I sensed it from afar—even her friends gave off strange vibes after having a brief discussion about me between themselves, which I know for sure. Still, I didn’t let it bother me. I went ahead to meet her and tried to give her a hug, but she pushed me away so suddenly that I lost my balance and nearly fell—if not for Piper, who quickly caught me and kept me from hitting the ground. Next thing Camellia she and her friends says was:

Camellia: Back off, what do you think you’re doing?
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Hazel: Who the hell is this?
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Camellia: Just another clout chaser who thinks one little favor gives her VIP access to my life now.
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Luna: (eyes her) Oops! Another clout chaser, huh? Tell me, is that what you are?
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Willow: Well, nice try, clout chaser–Barbie’s plastic, but you’re just f*****g tragic.
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Camellia: (clips her nose with her fingers) Who even invited the fashion disaster? She stinks like cow shit.
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Hazel: Speaking of the fashion disaster that stinks like cow shit, you didn’t even mention those shoes she wore. Girl, those heels look like broken dreams held together with prayer and duct tape.

Each insult they threw at me was followed by mocking laughter, cutting deep like sharp pins piercing my skin. The embarrassment was unbearable, especially with the attention it drew from everyone around. As if that wasn’t enough, Camellia spat in my face and hurled cruel words at me, flaunting her success, achievements, fame, and wealth—loudly declaring how much bigger and better she was than me in front of everyone. I had never felt more humiliated in my life. It was enough to make me want to beat the hell out of her. But I didn’t say a word. I held back the storm of rage surging inside me and let her pour out every last insult with her friends, all of them laughing as they walked away. All eyes were on me. I left that place embarrassed, humiliated, and deeply frustrated, with their insulting words replaying in my head all the way home, especially Camellia’s.

After what happened yesterday at the CAFA event, she was already dead to me, along with her pathetic friends. The only thing burning inside me, after hours of deep reflection on everything I had invested — my money, my time, my support was revenge. She had no idea she had crossed the wrong person. If she did, maybe she’d still be alive today. But I made sure she and her worthless clique paid with their lives for what they did to me. Camellia was the first scapegoat. She bit the very hand that pulled her out of the storms, saved her from nothingness, and gave her a life. Wicked to the core. So I repaid her wickedness with justice — my kind of justice. Sent her and her little assistant straight to the afterlife. And even then, the bastard still had the nerve to insult me with that filthy mouth of hers.

I killed her in a pool of her own blood — split her face open with Piper’s axe. All thanks to Piper, who planted a tracker in her bag, we were able to locate her and finish her off in her house today. I only regret not taking my time… not savoring the pleasure of giving her a slow, painful death — one where I could look her in the eyes and make sure she felt every second of it before she died. Still, I enjoyed the satisfaction of sending that miserable, ungrateful bastard to the afterlife. It was a quick death, yes… but I don’t regret it. In fact, I felt a twisted kind of happiness and satisfaction after the deed was done.

The next person on the list was Hazel—the skinniest and tallest of them all. After giving that ungrateful bastard Camellia a one-way ticket, Piper and I got lucky. We spotted Hazel stepping out of a fancy restaurant, arm-in-arm with her spouse. I was honestly surprised the bony bitch was even married. We tailed them quietly until they reached their home—a mansion even bigger and more stunning than Camellia’s. But I didn’t care about wealth or appearances. All I wanted was to give her the shock of her life the moment she laid eyes on me… and to make her bleed. Just like before, we sped through the gates right before they closed, just as we had at Camellia’s place.

Well, I ordered Piper to take care of her spouse, and she did—piercing him in the chest with her axe, quick and deadly, while I handled Hazel. As tall as she was, I gave her the beating of her life before dragging by the hair and throwing her into the house. Even though the bitch had maids, I didn’t waste a word before Piper did what needed to be done—brutally hacking them all to death with her axe. Not a single soul was left in that house, as I couldn’t risk being exposed. Expecting that the skinny bitch Hazel might try to fight back or insult me like Camellia did, she was begging me to spare her life after what she’d done to me at the event. Well, I ordered Piper to torture her brutally—cutting off all her fingers and toes, breaking her arms and jaw—before I hacked her to death myself with Piper’s axe, leaving her beyond recognition. Before I ended her life with my own hands, I had already ripped the information out of her about the last two friends who were still clueless about the death that awaited them

The third person on my blacklist was Luna. And Luna was no small target. As much as I hated to admit it, I admired her lifestyle. She was so rich that she lived in a massive villa, guarded by ten security personnel—security I didn’t see with her at the event yesterday. It was almost as if she already knew I was coming for her, which set her apart from Hazel and Camellia, who had nothing but big, fancy mansions and expensive cars, empty of real protection. Well, bad luck for them.
Despite the number of guards Luna had, Piper handled them all on her own with deadly precision. My bodyguard is a damn lethal weapon—she tore through those men like they were nothing. She even slaughtered the house staff—four strong male servants and four female maids—leaving only the four men alive for a reason.

Luna, on the other hand, I ordered her male house helps to f**k her right in front of me and Piper. Those men weren’t small between their thighs by any means — I doubt they hadn’t had their time with her if she ordered it. From the first day I saw Luna, I knew she could be a naughty one, especially since she’s rich and can do whatever she wants. But I didn’t care. Even though it was tempting when the men fucked her. I stayed focused and savored the pleasure. I made sure she was fucked painfully until she bled and had no life left in her, before ordering Piper to kill her miserable house helps. Who cares if I did or didn’t use them?

And Willow, the last of them and the fat one, promised me anything—her entire wealth, even the world itself—if I spared her life. Funny enough, she was the same one who called me “Barbie’s plastic” at the event yesterday. She begged desperately, terrified of death. Maybe if I weren’t the version of myself I am now, I’d have spared them and let karma deal with them—which, honestly, might never happen. Instead, I hated her all the more for it. I wasted no time on that fat pig. I ordered Piper to claim her life. Piper slit her open, and her intestines spilled out like a bag of writhing worms. It was wickedness at its highest level, but I savored the pleasure of sending them one by one to the afterlife. In fact, I found peace of mind after that.

Satisfied with the deed, I was on my way back to my home when my annoying father phoned me, asking me to come see him at the house, saying it was something important. But most times, the things he calls me for aren’t nearly as important as they sound. Sometimes, he’ll act like it’s urgent—like I absolutely have to come over—but by the end of the day, we don’t even talk or do anything together. Every time I show up, he either has some appointment or finds an excuse to leave, telling me in that same cold, commanding voice to wait for him—like I’m still his little girl. It gets to me every time. Being in that house becomes exhausting. He still treats me like the child he used to know, and that’s what makes it all the more frustrating.

Additionally, what made the house—and even him—so unbearable to visit was a tragic event that happened to me. A tragedy that completely changed my life. Every time I’m summoned there, everything about that place, including my father himself, reminds me of that nightmare. It makes me feel even more disappointed, frustrated… and terrified. God, I miss my mother. As much as I miss her, another part of me doesn’t—because she forgot me so easily. And the question I can’t stop asking is: why did she do that? Divorcing that annoying father of mine didn’t mean she had to cut me out of her life too. Even to this day, she’s never called or checked on me. When all these things flood my mind, I start to regret ever being born into this family. And it hurts–It really hurts how everything turned out.

As soon as we arrived at my father’s house, Piper stepped out from the driver’s seat and opened the back door for me. I got out, and right away, that familiar wave of frustration, disappointment, and unease hit me—the same mixed feelings that always consumed me whenever I came here. The most annoying part? Piper still welcomed me in her usual cheerful, sometimes frivolous, funny manner. And in that moment, it struck me hard no one really understood me. I had always thought Piper was the only one who did. But I couldn’t blame her for bringing me—or still welcoming me into my own father’s house. She was only doing her job. I must admit, Piper is fun to be around. She’s friendly, playful, funny, and always cheerful… though sometimes, she can be downright annoying. But dangerous? Oh, absolutely. She knows nothing but how to protect—and how to kill. That’s exactly why I hired her in the first place.

Even so, Piper and I had a brief serious discussion before I eventually entered the house as much as I hated it so badly. When I got to the front door, I knocked first, then opened it, surprised to find it unlocked. It was the first time I’d ever seen it that way. As far as I know, it had never happened before. Still, I didn’t think much of it. I just wanted to hear whatever was so “important” that he couldn’t tell me over the phone, and then get the hell out of the annoying, frustrating place. I locked the door behind me and scanned the parlor. No one was in sight—not even my father’s maid. I wandered through the parlor and into the kitchen. Still, nothing. Feeling thirsty, I made my way to the refrigerator in the dining area, opened it, grabbed a bottle of water, and took a glass cup from the cabinet. I poured the water and gulped it down satisfactorily.

In that moment, I heard the sound of a glass cup shattering upstairs. The sharp echo prompted me to quickly return the cup and bottle of water to the cabinet before closing it. I then walked over to the bifurcated staircase and gently held the handrail as I quietly climbed the stairs. Once at the top, I turned toward my father’s room, suspicious and observant. As I approached, I began to hear blatant moans and the unmistakable sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing from the room. I stopped in my tracks—not entirely surprised, since it wasn’t his first time fornicating. What caught me off guard, though, was that the door to his room was slightly open. Then, my instincts kicked in. I had to take a look. I crept closer without hesitation. As I reached the entrance, the m*****g began to fade, though the smacking sounds grew louder. It was clear as I was already at the doorway, and whoever was being banged had probably muffled her moans, whimpering softly. I stayed at the entrance and pushed the door open just a little more for a quick view of what was going on inside.

I’ve been shocked by a lot of things in my life, but after stealing a glance inside, I was stunned at the sight of my chiseled father, with a bit of grey in his beard and an earring pierced in his right ear, p******g the housemaid from behind. She was on all fours on the bed with her skirt raised, while he stood on the floor, gripping her waist tightly and thrusting hard and fast. The strange part was that the housemaid was trying to shift away, probably feeling some discomfort, but my father yanked her back by the waist and intensified his pace. It was the first time I’d seen him pound a woman like that. As much as she tried to pull away, the slut was clearly enjoying it—biting her lips and salivating like a wild bulldog. I hate to admit it, but my father was damn good at it. The way he moved his hips like a wild stallion sent a strange tingle between my legs. And then there was the sight of her thick juice dripping down from her to his balls and pooling onto the bed.

As much as I felt aroused by the sight, I was disgusted watching my father have s*x with the maid. I wouldn’t have felt this way if it had been with another woman—but a maid, of all women? His own housemaid is the one he chooses to f**k? How low can he stoop? Is he cursed to chase every skirt he sees like a dog in heat? And this is the same man who called me on the phone, claiming he had something “important” to tell me—yet here he is, in his bedroom, screwing the foolish housemaid. I bet this isn’t even the first time he’s had his way between her legs. I believe she must have spread them for him countless times, being the only one around to satisfy his twisted desires. I regret ever stepping foot in this place. God, I can’t believe I’m still standing here, watching them go at it like wild animals in the jungle—while I’m torn between disgust and a strange, shameful arousal.

Disappointed and ashamed, I quietly turned around and walked back downstairs without alerting them. Minutes later, the housemaid came down holding a laundry bag, adjusting her skirt as she walked with a limp. She froze for a moment, clearly shocked to see me sitting on the chair with my legs crossed. Then she quickly tried to compose herself, pretending as if nothing had happened. Just seeing her in that moment made me want to pounce on her and beat the hell out of her, but I kept my composure, watching her closely. She had no idea I had already caught her in the act. What pissed me the most was how she boldly walked past me without even greeting me—which was unlike her—and to make it worse, she had the audacity to eye me coldly as she headed toward the laundry room, swaying her hips like she owned the place.

In that moment, I felt she had let the privilege my father gave her—by having his way between her legs—get to her head. If not for that, why would she dare act that way toward me? But if only she knew what she had just brought upon herself, she would have been more respectful instead. Now, I only pray she survives what I’m about to do to her. Pretending I hadn’t noticed her behavior, I gave her a free pass for the moment and let her enter the laundry room. As soon as she stepped inside, I rose from the chair and followed her in. Then I said, locking the door of the laundry room quietly behind me—sneeringly.

Marissa: Oh, Sierra, sierra!

Then I gently clapped my hands and walked calmly toward her, just as she was about to open one of the washing machines in the laundry room. I expected her to stop what she was doing and look at me like a responsible person who knew her place in the house. Instead, the slut shot me a quick eyeing glance and continued what she was doing, focusing on the washing machine as if it were the only thing that mattered to her in that moment—which only made me angrier. Well, now, she’s dead!

Angered by her attitude, I bit my lip and went ahead to kick her hard in the midsection just as she stood, slightly bent over, checking the clothes in the laundry bag. The impact of my kick made her yelp sharply. She jerked up, hit her side against the washing machine, and then stumbled to the floor.

Marissa: When I’m speaking, you stop whatever you’re doing and show me some respect, you hungry slut.

I snarled, a deep frown etched across my face, as I looked down at her clutching her stomach in excruciating pain—coughing blood just a few meters from my feet. The sight of her coughing blood didn’t move me. I simply folded my arms across my chest, tucked my bob-cut yellow hair behind my left ear, and said confidently after letting out a relieved sigh.

Marissa: I see you’ve been having a good time in this house lately—quite a pleasurable one, for that matter. Enjoyable, isn’t it? Now f*****g answer me when I speak, you slut! Or I’ll teach you with a punch this time.
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Sierra: (coughing) G-good time…? Pleasurable…? I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, Ma’am.
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Marissa: Oh, denying it now, huh? F*****g pathetic.

After saying that, I bashed her in the face with a powerful kick, sending her head tilting backward as she fell flat on her back. She groaned, clutching her face, her nose bleeding instantly before I snapped at her.

Sierra: Graaah!!!
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Marissa: You see, there’s one thing I hate in my life — lies. And what’s worse is you’re terrible at them. So don’t f*****g lie to me, you f*****g slut. Just seeing you right now irritates me and makes me want to drain the miserable life out of you by throttling you. And I say this boldly, with my full chest: nothing in the world would happen if I did. Not a damn thing. Even my father — your sugar daddy, the one you’re spreading your tiny legs for — wouldn’t do shit. In fact, he’d move on like nothing happened, chasing other beautiful women and enjoying himself while your corpse rots and decays into worms in the dirt. You’d be dead, forgotten, wasted for nothing, like a rat. My old man sees you as a fool and played his cards right. You were just an easy game.

Shocked by my statement, she slowly took her hands off her face and glanced at me with one black eye before quickly darting her gaze away

Marissa: (Scoffs) Oh, looks like the slut is shocked I figured out what’s been going on between her and my father, huh? Well then, let me remind you—you were m*****g, salivating, even cumdripping from that stinking, filthy p***y of yours while he screwed you like a street dog just moments ago. Now tell me… his thrusts felt good, didn’t they?

I squatted beside her and asked, but she didn’t respond—just adjusted herself in fear, still lying flat on the floor with terror etched in her eyes. Then I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her face upward. She groaned, eyes squeezing shut in fear, her face twitching as blood trickled down her nose onto her maid uniform. I growled.

Marissa: Nice black eye. Maybe a blow to your other eye will knock the answer out of you this time.
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Sierra: (in a trembling voice) Y-yes, yes… it felt… good. His thrusts felt good. P-please, don’t hit me…
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Marissa: How dare you beg me not to hit you? Are you out of your mind? Do you want to die?

I asked gruffly, grabbing her hair harder. She winced and only shook her head, trembling. I looked at her face with disgust, feeling like I should just grab a knife and stab her to death.

Marissa: I thought so. Now I see why you were so confident and had the guts to pass me by in the parlor without greeting me. His c**k has been good and satisfying enough for you to ignore me?
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Sierra: (fearfully) N-n-no, ma’am!
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Marissa: Then you better have a damn good explanation, slut, In fact—f**k your damn explanation. Look at you now… skin glowing, cheeks full, walking around like you own this place. You think I didn’t notice? Back when you first got here, you looked like something the gutter spat out—skinny, crusty, pitiful. Now? Fresh and smooth like a spoiled queen. I wonder how many times he’s dumped his sperms inside you to make you blossom like this. All thanks to his c**k, huh? No wonder you’re feeling yourself. You’ve never been fucked by a rich c**k before. Look at you, trembling like a fish caught on a hook. Where’s all that confidence now, huh? I haven’t even started dealing with you yet. Just so you know—after today, the next time you see me, you’ll remember to act like a normal human being with sense.

After saying that, I smashed the back of her head against the washing machine, making her let out a loud groan and fall onto her side. I stood over her and kicked her repeatedly and aggressively in the midsection and chest. She kept groaning, wincing, and coughing up blood until she passed out. Satisfied, I spat on her and said gruffly as I walked out of the room.

Marissa: Bitch!

In that moment, I saw my father casually coming down the stairs, completely unaware of my presence. He was dressed in a green sleeveless shirt and loose baggy shorts, with grey-and-white socks and a pair of Crocs. He had this stupid grin stretched from ear to ear, rubbing his stomach like some proud beast, clearly satisfied. And why wouldn’t he be? He just finished screwing that slut of a maid upstairs in his bedroom. I wasn’t even surprised to see that look on his face—I already knew what was behind it. Honestly, I can’t believe he’s actually smiling over having s*x with her—as if she’s anything close to attractive. God, he’s such a disgrace. No, more than that… he’s a pathetic excuse for a man. Always chasing after anything in a skirt, shamelessly fornicating like it’s his life mission. Frustrating and Disappointing!

Upon reaching the last two steps of the staircase, his eyes met mine just as I gently closed the laundry room door behind me. The beaming look on his face instantly disappeared, replaced by a serious expression. He quickly composed himself like a boss, cleared his throat, and took the final step down. Even with that serious look, I wasn’t moved—it wasn’t the first time he had given me that look whenever I was around. Yet somehow, it always managed to send a cold chill through me, even if I wasn’t afraid. Still, I met his gaze with an equally serious look of my own, especially considering how angry I already was before he came downstairs.

After we exchanged glances, I walked to the parlor to meet him. I hesitated before greeting him and got straight to the point gruffly. In that moment, the only thing that mattered to me was leaving the house. There was nothing good left for me here.

Marissa: Hey Dad, good evening. You said you had something for me—what’s so important you wanted to discuss with me? (Glances at her wristwatch.)
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Loic: Pas de “Comment s’est passée ta journée ?” Pas de “Comment tu vas, papa ?” Juste “Salut papa, bonsoir. T’as quelque chose pour moi ? Qu’est-ce que tu veux me dire d’important, s’il te plaît ?” Putain, pathétique. (English: No ‘How was your day?’ No ‘How are you, Dad?’ Nothing more than just ‘Hey Dad, good evening. You got something for me. What’s so important you want to tell me, please?’ F*****g pathetic)

He muttered God knows what in French as he went ahead and sat on his favorite small king-sized couch while I stood beside the chair facing him, toying with its armrest. The annoying man is French-Canadian and used to speak French fluently with my mother before they divorced, but my brother and I weren’t taught the language. Personally, I never wanted to learn or even know it. But whatever he said in French didn’t matter to me, as long as he spilled the beans and I could leave. I glanced at my wristwatch.

Loic: Anyway, sit down.

He said, grabbing a bottle of liquor from a golden ice bucket on top of a short glass table before him. I still stood there, watching him open it with focused attention, when he looked at me and spoke harshly.

Loic: Didn’t hear me when I said you should sit. Sit the f**k down!!

At first, I hesitated to sit, wanting to tell him I was fine standing, but after a deep exhale and growing frustration with the passing minutes, I finally took my seat, rolling my eyes. Then he sipped from the liquor bottle before he spoke.

Loic: You asked what’s so important that I wanted to discuss with you, huh? Well then, listen—I’ve got some good news for you.
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Marissa: So, what’s this good news you’re talking about?
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Loic: Good question. Honestly, ever since that day, my sleep has been all messed up.

Hearing that, I couldn’t help but wonder inwardly—who is this man trying to fool, as if he actually cares? The same man I caught p******g his own maid in his bedroom just moments ago, smiling with that lecherous grin afterward. Not a day goes by that I don’t see him with some woman in this house. Does someone who truly cares about his family behave like that?

Tbc…

[Adewole Olayiwola Kelvin]

SURVIVOR: Ghost – Bodyguard Series (S01 • E20)🩸🔞

By:- Adewole Kelvin

“Murderous Urge”

(Omni-pov)

In the northern part of Ontario, Canada, it was slightly sunny, busy, and just as lively as any other part of the country. Birds flew across the sky, car horns echoed through the city, and a crowd of people from various races and appearances moved back and forth. Airplanes and helicopters could also be seen flying overhead, along with towers and buildings that stretched high into the sky.

On a beautiful island stood a large mansion, gracefully surrounded by lush grass and neatly trimmed bushes. A few meters in front of the mansion, at the center of the compound, a water fountain built into the ground continuously flowed. At first glance, it might seem like the water is being wasted, but it’s actually a modern work of art, carefully designed to blend beauty with function.

Between the clean bushes outside the mansion is a narrow driveway that leads into the compound, long and clear—so quiet that not a single sound could be heard, a testament to the place’s meticulous upkeep. At the entrance stood tall Hambledon wrought iron gates, making the compound visible from the road. A G-Wagon was being driven swiftly through the driveway.

Upon reaching the gate, the car slowed down as the fancy gate automatically and slowly opened just enough for the car to enter before fully opening, then it closed automatically behind it. Before that could even happen, the G-Wagon had already turned around the water fountain and parked sideways in front of the mansion, between the fountain and the wide stairs leading into the building. There was a bit of space between the right side of the car and the fountain, and a similar gap on the left side between the car and the stairs.

As soon as the car stopped, the front door on the driver’s side opened, and Piper leaped out energetically. She quickly moved to the back left door after gently closing the driver’s door, a satisfied smile curling at the corner of her lips. Marissa calmly stepped out of the car, examined the mansion, and exhaled deeply just as Piper, placing her hand on her axe holster, blurted something out and giggled.

Piper: Welcome home, Boss! Hahaha!
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Marissa: Ah, quite nice of you to say that, Piper. Thank you… for bringing me back to this house of frustration again. If only you knew how badly I want to leave this place right now.

Marissa answered regretfully, giving her a stern look that quickly wiped the smile off Piper’s face, replacing it with a questioning expression and raised brows. Marissa darted her eyes away and sighed, then looked back at Piper and asked.

Marissa: It’s not a big surprise to me when you give me that look, you know. I know that look, Piper. (Sigh) Okay, why do you think I feel frustrated being in this house right now?
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Piper: Uhh, I think Boss Daddy’s pressuring you too much.
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Marissa: Hmm, I give you that. But it’s more than just being pressured, to me. The old man thinks I’m still his little…

She paused mid-statement. Piper raised a brow and gave her a blank stare without blinking, while Marissa sighed and darted her eyes away.

Marissa: Never mind. It’s a family thing. Just take this coat off me.

Marissa demanded, turning her back towards Piper. Piper stepped closer and gently pulled the coat off her shoulders, Marissa’s hands shifting slightly backward as it slid off. Piper then draped the coat over her left forearm. After that, Marissa took a few steps away, turned around, and looked in Piper’s direction with a sneer.

Marissa: (sigh) Frustrated as I am, Piper, I’ve never felt more satisfied than I do today, after sending Camilla and her pathetic friends to the afterlife. Shame her assistant had to go down with them, but that’s what happens when you stick too close to filth. In her next life, she’ll probably not end up with another snake like Camilla. And those worthless friends of hers, always meddling in things that had nothing to do with them… they got exactly what they deserved.

Upon hearing that, Piper’s blank expression shifted into a cynical smile of pleasure and satisfaction as she also fixed her gaze in Marissa’s direction.

Marissa: (continues) And I swear, I savored every second of it—especially Willow’s death, the last one. God, I wish I could replay that look of pure shock and disbelief on her face when you slit her stomach opened and her intestines spilled out. That moment? It was nothing short of satisfying. If they’re not resting in heaven, then they’re surely burning in hell like fish on a grill.

As soon as she said that, they both burst into loud laughter—unlike anything they’d ever shared before. Marissa nearly lost her balance from laughing so hard, while Piper’s laugh sounded meaner and colder than anything else.

Marissa & Piper: Hahahahahahaha!!!

Nothing had made them laugh so hard as how Marissa ended her statement. After exhausting themselves with loud mocking laughter for a while, Marissa lowered herself, one hand on her knee and the other on her stomach. Piper leaned back against the car, now chuckling softly with the same cynical expression. Marissa said, breathing heavily from the laughter.

Marissa: Damn… I can’t believe I just said that. Well, it’s what it is. My stomach’s hurting like crazy right now. Anyway, that was one hell of a kill, Piper. Name anything you want me to do, and consider it done. Just say the word.

She praised Piper, now standing upright, and then asked. Piper jumped, arching her back playfully to the side like a child, cheering before blurting out.

Piper: Yay! Yes, I want more blood—yes, more blood! We should do that more often!
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Marissa: More blood? Haven’t you had enough already? (folds her arms) Isn’t there anything else you want besides killing, Piper?
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Piper: Yes! And blood is the only thing I want right now, Boss.

Piper answered desirously, while Marissa gave her a blank stare for a while before muttering with a sideways glance.

Marissa: Great! This one could wipe out the entire population of this country if care isn’t taken. Now, I’m starting to worry she might take my life one day—just like that.

After muttering, she walked back to Piper with her arms folded, swaying her hips from side to side as she spoke.

Marissa: Be honest with me, Piper. If you ever got the chance, would you kill me?
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Piper: What? No, Boss!
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Marissa: And why should I believe you?
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Piper: Just look at yourself, boss!
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Marissa: What’s wrong with how I look?

Marissa asked curiously, briefly glancing down at herself to see if something was wrong, then looked back at Piper.

Piper: You’re stunning, both inside and out. You just never realized it. You never saw me as just your bodyguard. You treated me like family. Yes! Family! We’ve traveled together—I’ll never forget how many countries we’ve been to. (Counts with her fingers) We’ve gone to Dubai, Europe, Scotland. We’ve even shared meals—(licks her lips) hmm, just saying that makes me hungry right now. We’ve laughed and done everything side by side. You included me in everything, just like you once did with Camilla. But she let pride and power cloud her vision. She couldn’t see how much you sacrificed to lift her up. Well, I’m not Camilla. And I’m glad we sent that arrogant bitch to the grave. You wanna know what thrilled me the most? We spilled that blood together and we savored every seconds from it–hah. Isn’t that something, Boss?

Noticing how stern Marissa’s expression was, Piper’s smile faded and was replaced by a serious look as she continued.

Piper: I might be crazy, but not crazy enough to do that. As much as I love blood, I hate betrayal even more. I’d rather kill for you than ever think of killing you, Boss.

Piper said it, dead serious, while Marissa remained silent, watching, surprised by her words. But it wasn’t just the statement that caught her off guard; it was also Piper’s reactions. Even though she had spoken with a hint of playfulness, her behavior told a different story. As much as Marissa found it hard to trust, Piper’s reactions were enough to make her believe—if she could look past the frivolous tone.

Seeing how quiet her boss was, Piper tried to speak, but Marissa interjected, darting her eyes toward her with her arms folded.

Piper: I unders…
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Marissa: Ah, you’re one hell of a talker, Piper. You know that? You should be a TV host. Just imagine the number of awards you’d win—I bet they’d surpass a thousand in a single day. That’s how good you are.
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Piper: (smile sheepishly) Hehe! Did you hear that, meat manglers?

Piper asked, patting the axes in her holster, leaving Marissa confused, her brow raised as she looked around before confronting Piper, trying to figure out who she was referring to.

Marissa: Who the hell are you talking to? Who are the meat manglers, Piper?
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Piper: Oops, I was talking to my babies in the holster. After the masterpiece they painted in blood today, I decided to name them—Meat Manglers. Fitting, huh?
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Marissa: Hmm, ‘Meat Manglers’—not a bad name for those axes. They look right at home in your holster. After all, they’re yours, so they’ve earned it… (Palms her face) You’re nuts, Piper! Making me act crazy, looking for things that aren’t there. F**k!
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Piper: Sorry for the confusion, Boss. How about I properly introduce my axes to you now, so when I say their names next time, you don’t think I’m nuts—just in case we have another time like this?
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Marissa: F**k it! That won’t be necessary. Anyway, I gotta go inside now. In the meantime, think of something you want me to do for you and consider it done—something other than more blood. Speaking of which, we both savored the pleasure of the bloodshed, but you didn’t enjoy it as much as I did, as far as I can tell. More blood is only for the bad ones, and we’ll serve them right when the time comes or if they cross our boundaries again. So, think of something better. Be positive for once in your life. I’m going inside now, you’re free to join me if you want.

As Marissa neared the end of her statement, Piper nodded with a small smile. Marissa turned and walked up the stairs into the mansion, her hips swaying rhythmically, but bouncily at her face, as the sound of her heels echoed with each step. Once Marissa had gone inside, Piper placed her coat on the backseat of the car and shut the door, wondering what she could possibly ask her boss for besides more spilled blood, even though her job was to protect her. She wouldn’t take the blame for having such a thought explicitly. Not only was she a bodyguard—she had been a hired killer all her life, as if she were made to kill.

As she mulled it over, she wondered if it meant a raise. Her salary was already fat and steady, with occasional extra cash whenever her boss was impressed by her work. Could it be a car? Probably not—she could afford one herself and still have plenty left over. In fact, she already enjoyed many of the privileges her boss had, thanks to their close working relationship since she was hired.

There was nothing she desired more in that moment than the spill of blood — the only thing that brought her happiness and ecstasy. She craved it like a thirsty person craves water. Her mind wandered with that craving, but before long, she pushed the thought aside and squatted down, arching her back in a way that made her backside curve out prominently. From the top of her glove pocket, she pulled out a passport. She stared at it like watching a movie, her eyes feasting upon it. Then, she gave it a soft kiss and a smile, rubbing it childishly against her cheek before slipping it back into her pocket.

In that moment, her eyes caught sight of a tall, chiseled gardener a few meters away, dressed in durable, gardening pants and a cotton-linen T-shirt, with a cap and boots. He was busy watering flowers on the left side of the mansion. Even from a distance, she watched him closely as he tended to the flowers with focused intensity, as if his life depended on them. A subtle smile crept across her lips, and she looked away. When she glanced back, he was already walking off, disappearing from sight. She said sharply to herself, her big smile replaced by a subtle, cynical smirk.

Piper: You’re not going anywhere.

Then, she tilted her neck to both sides with her hands gently, letting it release a satisfying crack that made her heaved a sigh of relief. She then knuckled her fingers, producing similar popping sounds. Afterwards, she stood up and walked in the direction the gardener had gone, moving in her natural catwalk stride, her hips swaying gracefully from side to side.

As she drifted toward the path he had taken, a quick, satisfied smile crept onto her lips when she saw him dropping the can he had used to water the flowers beside a small, beautiful apartment at the back of the house. In that moment, she felt less concerned about the gardener, as her eyes were drawn to the apartment. She was slightly taken aback—there was a small apartment behind the house that she hadn’t noticed before, not even during her previous visits with Marissa.

Soon, her train of thought disappeared when the gardener removed his cap, boots, and work pants—leaving only his shirt and tight blue underwear clinging to his waist and hips. His manhood came fully into Piper’s view just as he turned and noticed her approaching. He stopped what he was doing immediately. The gardener looked bald, beardless, with a long scar running down his face and a hardened expression. He gave Piper a look that seemed to ask, Who’s this?—a message Piper quickly picked up on. He then stood still, abandoning his clothes, his eyes fixed in her direction.

As soon as Piper reached his presence, she realized she’d been fooled by distance when she first caught sight of him. Only up close did she see just how tall the gardener really was. She had to tilt her head back to meet his towering gaze. His chiseled figure was obvious beneath the fitted shirt that clung to his body, veins visible on his biceps, and broad shoulders rising sharply beside his neck. Even his stance radiated firmness and confidence. Piper didn’t care much about all that, at least, she tried not to. Still, his height was unlike anything she’d ever seen before. She barely reached his shoulder, let alone came close to matching his full height, despite the short distance between them.

Despite that, Piper couldn’t help but scan his height as she leaned against the edge of the mansion wall, legs slightly apart, posing like a model with her arms folded across her chest. She spoke flirtatiously, while the gardener stood in the same spot, scanning her short height with the same hardened expression—no smile.

Piper: What’s up, handsome?
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Gardener: (Jamaican accent) Everything irie. I mean, everything is fine. Haven’t seen you around here before. Do you live here?
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Piper: My, my, he asked if I live here? Hahaha, lovely question. But no, handsome. We’re the same. I work for the daughter of the owner of this mansion, just like you work for the owner himself. Pretty cool, right? I see you’ve been busy. Do you live alone in the apartment?

Piper questioned, gesturing toward the apartment with her chin, flashing him the same flirtatious look before biting the side of her lip. The gardener looked back.

Gardener: Temporarily, yeah! You need something?
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Piper: Nice question! Yes… May I use your toilet, please?
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Gardener: Sure, Go ahead.
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Piper: Thank you.

Piper responded, giving him a seductive look as she passed by, swaying her hips in front of his face before facing forward and entering his apartment. The gardener sneered. Moments later, he cast furtive glances to the left and right, then goes to opened the wooden door of his apartment and stepped inside as well, his hardened expression melting into a confident smile curled at the corner of his lips.

Inside the small apartment is a single, neatly arranged room—perfect for someone living alone. A comfortable bed sits in one corner, dressed in clean, simple sheets. Nearby, a flat-screen TV rests on a low stand, facing a small rug and a cozy chair. The freshly painted walls are a soft, calming color, and the wooden floor is spotless.

Along one wall, a compact kitchenette holds just the essentials. The space is quiet and tidy—minimalist but peaceful. At the front, near the wooden door, a large glass window lets in natural light, adding warmth to the cozy atmosphere.

As soon as the gardener entered, he locked the door behind him and saw Piper standing in one spot in his apartment, her back facing him. The gardener scoffed and blurted something out, tossing the door key onto a small table.

Gardener: Girl, maybe you don’t realize it yet—you’re f*****g trapped now. You really expect me to believe you came here just to use my restroom? What’s your real purpose here?

In that moment, Piper turned around to face him, pulled off her red jacket, followed by her crop top, and dropped them to the floor. Her dark seamless padded push-up bra and toned-muscles came into view, not to mention her round b*****s, perfectly held in the bra. Then she chuckled cynically.

Piper: Haha!!

Then she glided her left index and middle fingers, beckoning the gardener to come over with a seductive smirk. The Gardener calmly and patiently walked toward her, taking slow, deliberate steps—revealing, as he loosened his shirt buttons and took it off him, dropping it to the floor too, he then pressed his knuckles, letting them crack audibly.

Gardener: Women are overwhelming. I knew it—I knew it the moment you brought your sexy figure to me, gave me that hungry, lustful look, and started those conversations. I knew there was more behind those actions. Yes, you were up to no good.
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Piper: Hahaha! You heard that, right, Meat Manglers? He just called me sexy. (Quietly) Oh, I wish you could talk right now, baby manglers.
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Gardener: I have to say, that’s a pretty nice move, but you’re not good enough
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Piper: Then, I guess you’re smart than I think. (laughs) Hahaha!
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Gardener: No, I’m smarter than you think.

As soon as he said that, he suddenly pushed her, making her fall flat on her back on the high bed. Piper seductively and playfully put a finger between her teeth, then feasted her eyes at him, as he pulled off his underwear and tossed it aside—his soft, 4-inch manhood now exposed in front of her. Piper’s eyes widened, and she giggled with excitement, whispering dirty talk as she tried to rise from the bed, salivating.

Piper: Oh, what a mouth-watering slab of meat. I’m definitely getting a taste of that.

As she tried to rise and slide off the bed, salivating at the sight of his manhood and craving to touch and feel it, the gardener grabbed a bottle of lube from a small glass shelf near the bed. Then, with a smirk, he pushed her back onto the bed by her chest. His reaction made it clear he wasn’t interested in blow job. With aggressive precision, he gripped and turned her flat on her front. Piper bit into the bedsheet, casting a sideways glance—she hadn’t expected that. Yet despite the sudden move, a flirtatious smile crept onto her lips.

Gardener: You want your pink p-ssy to feel stretched, deep, satisfying, and full of pleasure when I pound you hard and deep—maybe even after your little mouth action. Let me save you the trouble. My lube will give you sensations beyond anything you can imagine. Besides, the man behind you doesn’t like that kind of thing. So I know exactly what you want. You don’t need to do the mouth work, baby.

He applied the lube to his phallus and began stroking it, allowing it to grow erect—stretching to a thick, vein-covered eight inches. A soft, barely audible m**n escaped his lips as he stroked his slippery, oiled phallus even more. Piper said in a calm cold voice, her flirtatious look replaced by cynical smile the moment he ended his statement.

Piper: Oh, God, you have no idea what I desire.
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Gardener: Maybe. Maybe not. That’s not my problem.

Then he roughly gripped her hips, pulled her waist up, and drew her buttocks against his erect, veined phallus. She was on her knees, with her chest and face pressed flat against the bed, her back arched like figure 7, and her arms stretched above her head. The gardener quickly lifted her blue bum shorts and rolled down her dark G-string. The sight of the thin fabric stirred even more lust in him as he quickly slid it down to her thighs—her legs already spread.

With that, Piper’s cynical look didn’t fade as she bit her lip, darting her eyes. Now, her fully shaved Peek-a-boo poony came into focus, and her anus twitched uncontrollably, even letting out bursts of air. The gardener felt more aroused at the sight and stroked his phallus twice, then rubbed the entrance of her poony for a few fleeting seconds with his glan, giggling to himself like he’d just won a jackpot. Unable to hold back any longer, he impatiently inserted his phallus, filling her peek-a-boo pink poony completely with his length.

From the moment he entered her, Piper’s eyes fluttered with a heavy gasp, her mouth open in shock and pleasure. She felt his eight-inch phallus slowly sliding deeper inside her, causing her walls to twitch around him uncontrollably. The intense sensation made a soft m**n escape the gardener’s lips. He shuddered slightly, gripping her waist tighter as the pleasure surged through him.

Gardener: Ahhh!!!

The sensation was too intense to slow down—not only was it incredibly good, but her poony was also tight, warm and wet. From the moment he had already inserted and began sliding in deeply, the lube on his phallus only heightened the pleasure. That added extra pleasure as he slowly went deeper and deeper, each slip of his phallus increasing the sensation. Her poony was more inviting and easier to take with the help of the lube. A big grin formed on his face, despite how tight inside her poony felt.

Until he had filled her completely with his length, making her come uncontrollably on him, her backside shuddering as he felt the sensation of her delicious orgasm. Piper howled, her eyes rolling back into her head, saliva trailing from her lips upon the bed as her breath quickened and grew ragged. Even though he hadn’t resumed moving his waist, he could still feel the pleasure intensify from the way her inner walls rhythmically clutched around his phallus inside her. Then, he bragged in a calm, mocking voice, seizing the moment to loosen her bra behind her back.

Gardener: No fast thrusts, no rough thrusts, no hard thrusts—just slow, gentle, soft thrusts. And with just one, she had already c*m on me. Now tell me—who said I had no idea what you want? Look at her, already cumming from the very first thrust. Desirable now, isn’t it, bitch?

The Gardener lowered himself and whispered into her ear. With his length completely inside her, it sent a cold chill down her spine as the glans of his phallus nudged her cervix, making her shudder. She tilted her head back with a cynical giggle and stubbornly said, tried to place her hands on his waist to adjust.

Piper: Hahaha. You have no any idea what I want.
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Gardener: But here you are salivating like a bulldog.

The Gardener smirked, tossing her hand over her head when she tried to hold him, pinning it down. After roughly pulling off her bra and tossing it aside, he grasped her chin and jawline, tilting her head back to see her reaction as he prepared to resume his thrusts. He clutched the bed with his right palm. Being tall enough, he could easily see her face, unconcerned whether she was comfortable in her deeply arched position—shaped like the figure seven.

Then he slid out of her and back in again, the bulbous glans of his phallus rubbing against her inner walls, making her m**n and give him a seductive look that instantly brought a grin to his face. He enjoyed that expression as he thrust in and out, each time going deeper than before—so deep that she couldn’t resist twitching her walls around his s***t uncontrollably. She couldn’t help but let out a giggling m**n, which he commented on in a soft, moanful voice—not as loud as hers, but filled with pleasure from the intense sensation of sliding back and forth inside her.

Piper: Uh-huh-huh
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Gardener: I bet you’re enjoying it now, aren’t you?

Piper didn’t respond; her moans were slowly growing hoarse, especially with the way he held her chin while his thrusts grew faster, hitting all her sensitive spots. The sharp smacks of their bodies colliding echoed in the room ‘SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!!’ a result of the force with which the Gardener continued to thrust, his waist slamming repeatedly against her buttocks. But it wasn’t just the smacking sounds; wet, squishy noises rose from their intimate area, accompanied by the sheen of sweat now covering both their bodies. The room reverberated with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, ragged breathing, wet friction, and breathless moans.

In the heat of the moment, Piper’s body jerked violently, her moans growing more hoarse as she struggled to breathe. The Gardener’s hand remained tightly clamped on her jaw, holding her in place. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she whimpered, moving one hand to her butt cheek and the other to his hand gripping her face. The sensation of him filling her completely, thrusting in and out so fast and deep, made her even wetter. Waves of sharp, electrifying pleasure surged through her body, causing her eyes to roll again as her breathing became ragged.

Seeing the expression on her face and the way her body jerked in that position brought a mocking smile to the Gardener’s face. He was clearly enjoying himself—especially the way her wet, sensitive walls of her poony clutched tightly around him, making his thrusts more slippery and intense. The increased lubrication caused by her arousal allowed him to move faster and deeper, fully consumed by the waves of pleasure radiating from her. But he shook his head from the pleasure, the sensation amplifying, making it impossible to think straight. Then, with that mocking smile still on his face, he asked.

Gardener: How’d you like to beg me to stop now?
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Piper: Shhhhrhhhh

Piper whimpered, puckering her lips seductively with fluttering eyes, and then, without warning, spat on his forehead. She giggled afterward. The act made him stop mid-thrust, but not because of that. He had already reached his climax, his body tensing up as he pulled out and placed his straight 8 inch phallus between her butt cheeks, ejaculating on her lower back. As he released his grip on her chin, his semen spilled onto her raised skirt. The Gardener grunted in satisfaction as he released on her, wiping her spit off his face. Piper collapsed onto the bed on her side, breathing heavily. Her breath was ragged, and her cumdripped from her poony onto the bed—a testament to the intensity of the wild 15-minute intimate moment they had just shared.

Then the Gardener lowered himself, placing his hands on either side of her, and blurted out in a naughty, mocking voice while feasting his eyes on her tender b*****s. He groped one. She didn’t say a word, but a soft, quiet m**n escaped her lips as she felt his hand squeeze her right b****t tightly. As he explored her, she sneered wickedly to the side, something he didn’t notice.

Gardener: Look at you now—breathing like a dying asthmatic patient. How many thrusts have you taken that you’re already gasping like life’s draining out of you? Well, if you must know—we’re not done yet. I haven’t had my fill of satisfaction, bitch. What about you?

Still, Piper didn’t utter a word, maintaining the same expression on her face. He leaned in and sniffed the subtle scent of her smooth skin, pausing when she didn’t respond. Then, he grabbed her face and turned it toward his, his fingers pressing into her cheeks as their eyes met. The cynical sneer that once lingered on Piper’s face had already vanished before he did that, replaced by a gentle look. The Gardener snorted, releasing his grip on her face.

Gardener: Ahh, I see.

Then, he stroked the glans of his phallus and inserted it into her, filling her completely with his length at once. The sudden depth sent an intense shiver through her body as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back in that lying position, a sharp gasp escaping her lips instantly. Even the Gardener tilted his head back slightly, groaning. The sensation of his glans and s***t slipping through her vaginal canal tensed his muscles, especially as her orgasm, still dripping, made her insides feel wetter, warmer, and softer. Her inner muscles twitched around him, adding yet another layer of intense pleasure.

Gardener: Ohhh, God!!

But as he filled her completely, Piper felt him pulsating inside her. When he slid out and back in, her inner walls twitched around his phallus rhythmically and uncontrollably, intensifying the pleasure they both shared. For her, the sensation quickly tensed up her muscles, and she relished every inch and thrust. Though she didn’t utter a word, she couldn’t help but let out soft moans, not loud, but clearly escaping her lips as her body jerked with each deep thrust.

Seeing the look on her face made him smile. Then, without pulling out, he stopped momentarily, raised her right leg onto his shoulder, and resumed thrusting—deeper and faster than before. As he moved his waist with intensity, his thrusts drove into her powerfully, his balls slapping against the entrance of her poony, accompanied by the squishy sounds of her wetness. The sight of her tender b*****s bouncing before him made him grope and squeeze them mindlessly, uncaring whether she was comfortable or not. As he pounded her harder, Piper’s jaw dropped from the overwhelming sensation. She moaned with a crying tone, salivating, her eyes fluttering with a seductive expression. Even the bed rocked violently ‘Creak! Bang! Creak’ beneath them.

Piper: Ahhh-ahhhh… Mmm-mmm..

As he deepened his thrusts—fast and hard—he flipped her leg off his right shoulder, positioning both legs flat against his waist. Now lying completely on her back, Piper was exposed, giving the Gardener the freedom to lower himself and hungrily latch his mouth onto her b*****s. The combination of sensations overwhelmed her, and a loud, crying m**n escaped her lips, filling the room—accompanied by the rhythmic smacking of flesh ‘SMACK! SMACK!! SMACK!!!’.

Piper: Mmh… ahn… Ahh…. Mhmm… Ohhhh…

She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and her hands around his shoulders, arching her back with her head tilted in pleasure. The Gardener enjoyed her in multiple ways at once—thrusting into her poony, twitching wall that clutched at him with wetness and pulsing orgasms. Her poony welcomed him eagerly, even though she never begged him to continue. Her moans alone were enough to urge him on. He sucked on her b*****s, sending sharp tingles down her spine, while her entire body trembled from the overwhelming sensations as they continued.

Minutes later, they were still going at it wildly, like animals in the jungle, in the same missionary position. The Gardener was relentlessly s*****g and enjoying her b*****s while his hips moved vigorously, thrusting deep and fast—more intense than ever before. His pulsating s***t, now coated with their combined fluids, slid easily in and out of her poony, soaking core—clear evidence of the powerful orgasms they had shared.

Their mixed fluids added to the intense pleasure, making the moment even more desirable. Lost in the heat of passion, their bodies were covered in sweat, and the sound of their flesh slapping together grew louder with each thrust—but neither of them seemed to care.

Their breaths were ragged—especially Piper’s—as she tilted her head backward, her arranged hair falling behind her. She moaned louder with each thrust, so consumed by the addictive sensation of his ramming phallus that she didn’t even realize when she began to urge him on. The overwhelming sweetness and pleasure in her mind left her unable to think straight; she didn’t care if her voice was heard or not, as long as she felt him pulsating deeply inside her. The friction of his phallus rubbing against her inner walls sent waves of pleasure through her, and her walls responded with twitching sensations that gripped him tightly. The bed was already stained with the c*m that had dripped down from her.

Piper: Don’t stop… Yes, ride me—faster and harder… Yes!
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Gardener: Yes! I love it! Beg me! Beg me!!
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Piper: Yes! Ride me harder. Ride me deeper… Mmm, yes… I’ll kill you if you f*****g stop. Deeper—deeper! Ahhh!

She urged him on, lowering her face and glancing as he moved his waist vigorously. Salivating hard on herself, the gardener licked her, gyrating his tongue as he rammed into her. She came hard on him with a loud, wet squelch that echoed from their intimate area, making her m**n loudly. Wrapping her arms around him, she closed the space between them in a desperate hug, her poony pulsating as her release dripped down his s***t onto the bed. Still, he didn’t stop thrusting in and out of her dripping core. She groaned loudly, gnashing her teeth as another intense wave of pleasure crashed through her, with her jaw dropped.

Piper: Ahhhhhhhhhhh!

But shortly after she came hard, and a few more thrusts pushed her over the edge, the gardener pulled out, having reached his climax, and released his semen onto her slightly curved, flat-toned stomach, grunting in satisfaction.

Gardener: Urghhh! Sweet!

Then Piper freed her arms from around his neck and fell flat on her back, giggling with ecstasy and a cold glint in her eyes. The gardener rolled to the side, lying beside her on the bed, both of them gasping for breath. A satisfied smile lingered on his face as he placed one arm across his stomach in relaxation. Then, viper asked, still gasping for air.

Piper: What’s your name, handsome?
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Gardener: I’m Tyrone. Yours?
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Piper: Mine? Well, I’m piper. Nice f*****g with you, Tyrone!

The gardener didn’t respond and continued smiling satisfactorily. But that look of bliss on the gardener quickly turned to horror when his throat was suddenly slit opened with deadly precision by Piper herself.

Blood poured from his mouth and gushed from his neck. The poor gardener clutched his throat, struggling to breathe, his eyes rolling back into his head. Piper, now lying on her stomach with her elbows propped up, rested her chin on the heel of her palm. She watched with cold amusement, her ankles crossed behind her playfully, as if watching a thrilling movie. Her cynical giggle echoed in the room.

The sight of him dying gave her an even greater sense of satisfaction and ecstasy. Soon, the gardener’s hand fell limply from his neck onto the bed—he was dead. Piper’s face beamed with twisted relief. She rolled onto her back, her head resting on the lifeless body beside her. Her eyes trailed toward the blood-stained axe. Then she let out a cold, cynical laugh, after mentioning his name.

Piper: Tyrone, tyrone! Hahahahahahaha!

Tbc…

[Adewole Olayiwola Kelvin]

SURVIVOR: Ghost – Bodyguard Series (S01 • E19)🩸🔞

By:- Adewole Kelvin

“HIGH-STAKE”

Omni-pov

{Presently…}

Lorenzo: “All thanks to me”? No, all credit goes to the agent, love.

Lorenzo said softly, gently tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear as he looked into her brown eyes, their faces still close. But Bao, not fully accepting that fact, spoke her mind softly before lowering her gaze. She returned the passport to the manila envelope while Lorenzo listened to her calmly and patiently.

Bao: I know. But what’s the agent without you? What’s safety without you? Most importantly, what’s life without you? Maybe I’d have met the same fate as my father did. (She chuckles wryly.) Or maybe I’d be lying in another man’s bed as a s*x toy, getting used by now—who knows? It leaves me caught in a web of imagination, wondering what could’ve happened without you, giving me a thousand reasons to thank you so much, even if it was the passport agent who handled everything. My words still remain the same: all thanks to you.

As she finished her statement, she looked at Lorenzo and embraced him tightly. Moved by her words, he wrapped his arms around her, cradling her gently and dropping a kiss on her head, as if they had been apart for years. With their eyes closed, Lorenzo spoke in a soft, sharp, and serious voice, full of caution.

Lorenzo: Yeah, you’re welcome. I know it’s just an assumption, but I don’t like it when you say things like being used as a s*x toy. The thought of you being used like that is something I don’t ever wanna imagine in my life. It freaks me out and honestly disgusts me. Be careful with words like that.
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Bao: (Still embracing him) Okay, you have my words.
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Lorenzo: On top of that, I’m just glad we were able to pull it off in a short time.
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Bao: Yeah, also thanks to the help of Ms. Ying. I must admit, she did a very good job.
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Lorenzo: (smile faintly) Indeed, she’s given me even more reasons to trust her. I was hoping you’d leave on the third day once you got your new passport, but since everything happened so fast and has already been taken care of, there’s no need for you to stay here any longer.

Hearing that, Bao slowly separates from him as she listens. But with space still between them, Lorenzo continues.

Lorenzo: Change of plan: You’re leaving tonight, but…
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Bao: Wait, I’m leaving tonight?
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Lorenzo: Precisely, love. You’re leaving tonight—12 a.m. sharp. I don’t want to draw any attention while you’re leaving the country. Besides, I have my reasons. Once your visa and passport are stamped, you move. No delays.

Lorenzo responded with a serious look, now standing beside Bao, who didn’t utter a word afterward. She had hoped to spend a bit more time with him before leaving the country, but now things had twisted. She knew there was nothing she could do to change it in that moment. Besides, everything they were doing was for her safety—between life and death, even. She exhaled, then looked up at him as he focused on his phone, his back turned towards her.

Bao: I was even hoping I could spend at least a day with you before finally leaving the country, you know. (Snorts) I guess I was wrong to believe that could happen. But if I’m leaving tonight, then so be it. You’re the only one here who truly understands that dangerous organization, and you alone know the real reason behind this sudden change of plan—even if it’s for my safety. And I accept that. However, I’m curious and I want to clarify something. Speaking of the visa, if I’m not mistaken, doesn’t it usually take 3 to 6 months to acquire one?

Asked with a question, Lorenzo sat back on the chair beside her and palms her left cheek and caresses it with his thumb then responded, looking deep into her brown eyes without a bat, while she held and slowly rub the same hand he had used to hold her affectionately

Lorenzo: Absolutely right. But neither you nor I are ready to take that risk, are we?
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Bao: No, I agree. But you and I both know that entering a country without a visa is illegal and comes with the risk of getting flagged, don’t we?
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Lorenzo: (in a soothing voice) Yes, I know. And I understand you need clarity. Every problem has a solution, right? Look how far we’ve come. You trusted me when we started this—and even after we got your documents done. I believe that trust is still there. So don’t lose faith now—not when we’re this close. Let that same trust carry us through. Regardless, I’d say the same thing if our roles were reversed, but it’s not something we can risk now, considering the situation on ground. So here’s the thing—I had it done even before now…

Lorenzo stood after ending his statement and walked around the table, facing her with his arms deep in his pocket while Bao looked in his direction curiously.

Bao: Alright… What have you done? Fill me in.
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Lorenzo: I pulled some strings. Considering how many months it usually takes to get a visa, I reached out to a solid plug of mine in the immigration office— a high-ranking officer who owes me personally. I saved his life and his family a few months ago after he killed one of our men. I even kept his sorry a*s and his family covered. So yeah, he owed me. I told him about you, explained how badly you need that visa today, and made it clear how important you are..
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Bao: I understand everything being done is for my safety, and you’ve already risked so much. But this high-ranking immigration officer—the one who killed a member of that dangerous organization and whom you’ve been hiding from their wrath, which the organization might see as betrayal—he’s not going to get killed because of me, is he?

Bao asked, her voiced laced with curiosity, as she fixed her eyes at Lorenzo, who fold his arms with a forced smile and examine her for awhile before eventually replying.

Lorenzo: Do you take pity on the man?
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Bao: As much as I hate to say this, the answer is no. Your life is at stake because of him. I might not know much about the organization, but from what I do know, once someone joins a dangerous group like that, the consequences of betraying a fellow member are severe. You’re considered brothers the moment you’re initiated—so betraying one is like betraying blood. (chuckles wryly) And speaking of that, what about me? I’m your superior’s debtor’s daughter—the one you didn’t turn in. My case isn’t so different from the immigration officer’s. But, I just don’t…
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Lorenzo: Wrong. While I fully understood your words about the organization and its members, you’re wrong. As far as I’m concerned, you’re absolutely wrong. I disagreed the moment you said your case isn’t different from the immigration officer’s—and that’s where you’re mistaken. There’s a huge difference between you and the fat pig I saved from the organization I belong to. You had no idea about your father’s debts. But he—he knew the danger and consequences of killing a member of the Red Wolves. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he still thought he could get away with it. What he didn’t know was that I was there that night. I saw him when he killed one of us. But do you know why I spared his life? Why I covered for him and protected his family from the organization’s wrath?

Bao slowly shook her head and listened carefully as he continued.

Lorenzo: It’s because I knew a day like this would eventually come. He’s a man of influence—a high-ranking immigration officer. But his influence means nothing in the eyes of the organization, and you know exactly what that means—he has to be cautious whenever he tries to pull a fast one. Even with that, there are still consequences for killing a brother of the organization.
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Bao: And… what exactly are the consequences for killing a brother that belongs to the most dangerous organization in the country?
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Lorenzo: (assertive tone) He owes me for life. But he’s lucky he’s not getting killed today — only because of you. No exposure, no loose ends. Regardless, he already passed the info to one of his most trusted staff, who will get the visa handled and stamped without you ever stepping foot in the embassy. It’s just a temporary visa — valid for 72 hours — but enough to get you out safely, for now. You’ll finalize the long-stay visa as soon as you land. Don’t worry — contact in Rome is already in position. And even better, a Citadel X private jet is fueled and ready, arranged personally by the high-ranking officer himself. Also, he pulled strings and pre-alerted a senior Italian immigration officer he’s close with. So if anything dares to go wrong, you’re cleared on both ends. Lucia, my sister, will take over once you land. And you won’t be alone — elite private security is already deployed, ready to guard you both the moment you touch down.
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Bao: So now, we are waiting for that high-ranking officer’s staff to show up
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Lorenzo: Precisely — it’s 6 p.m. now. He should be here by 6:30. His staff is already on the way, and our location has been sent to him with strict instructions to keep it confidential. He wouldn’t dare cross that line… unless he has a death wish.
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Bao: (snorts) I was with you the whole time. How come I didn’t know about this?
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Lorenzo: Hm… well, you were with me the whole time—except when you went into the embassy for your biometric appointment with Ms. Ying. While you were gone, I had a chat with the high-ranking officer right there in the car. I told him about your urgent need for a visa. So, what does it matter to you now, beauty? Huh?

Lorenzo answered in a confident and gentle voice, sitting back in the chair with his right arm resting on the top of it. His posture was relaxed and comfortable. Bao tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, then curled up beside him and rested her head on his thigh. She held and cradled his arm against her upper body, slowly caressing it with affection as she exhaled softly, her back turned toward him.

Bao: And what’s the matter with being curious? …I just wish we had more time to spend together before I finally leave.
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Lorenzo: It’s a thought that never strays far from my mind. But I gave you my word, didn’t I? I promised to visit, and that promise still stands—nothing has changed. (Smiles) Besides, we’re here now, still together, so let’s make the most of this moment while it lasts.

Lorenzo said quietly, lowering himself as he gave her a quick tickle on her side, making her twitch and chuckle. A smile formed on Lorenzo’s face at her reaction. Then, she wrapped her arms tenderly around his head and slowly pulled it down, his cheek resting against hers, just after he had planted a kiss on her smooth, tanned neck. Together, they exhaled heavily and continued to talk heart to heart, while Bao gently caressed the other side of his face with her hand.

Lorenzo, on the other hand, gently pressed his palms against her stomach with care, rubbing it slowly with his thumb. Outside on the house veranda, Alessia and Jack stood having a quiet discussion about their next mission, their eyes fixed on a tactical tablet she held. The rest of their crew were in position, sharp and watchful, with one of them puffing on a cigarette as they clung to their rifles.

Thirty minutes later, a dark Toyota RAV4 pulled up in front of the house, slowly parking beside Alessia’s black Hummer SUV. The arrival of the vehicle made Alessia’s crew rack the bolts of their rifles, instantly on high alert. A moment later, a young man stepped out — dressed in a dark coat over a grey top and jeans, with a face cap pulled low and sunglasses masking his eyes.

As soon as he got out of the car, he walked to the back seat and carefully pulled out a portable biometric kit, then closed the door. Before he could take another step, Alessia’s crew, already in position, again racked the bolts of their rifles and aimed at him. One of them warned him sharply — if he moved again, he’d have a bullet in his head.

But the young man scoffed, unfazed by the intimidation, and dropped the biometric kit on the ground. Moments later, Lorenzo ordered that he be let in, after Alessandra informed him of the man’s arrival and description. Lorenzo had already been aware of the visitor, having caught a quick glimpse of him through the window from inside.

Once ordered to be let in, Alessia gave a signal to her crew to grant him entry. The young man confidently adjusted his coat and picked up the biometric kit, the weight of it pulling down his right arm — a clear testament to how heavy it was. Despite being granted access, Alessia’s crew still didn’t stand down, especially Alessia herself. She stopped him at the steps leading to the veranda where she and Jack stood, forcing him to drop the biometric kit a second time.

Frustrated by the situation, the young man rudely muttered the reason for his arrival. Besides, since Lorenzo had already ordered them to let him in, why was he being stopped again? But a deadly look from Alessia and the sharp click of Jack racking his rifle’s bolt shut him up instantly, leaving him no choice but to let them do their job. Alessia scanned his body with a handheld metal detector, then checked his biometric kit using an X-ray scanner. No harmful items were found on him or in the kit. Satisfied, Alessia stepped aside and allowed him to enter the house freely.

Lorenzo had already pulled out his gun, stand and waiting for him to get in, while Bao sat on the chair, looking in the direction of the door when the door opened. Lorenzo immediately slide the rack of his gun smoothly, sending a cold chill down the spine of the young man, especially even awared he was dealing with the Red wolves, as he closed the door behind him. As he turned around, he stuttered, his face hung low a bit, as he holds the biometric kit.

Immigrant officer: G-Good evening, sir. I’m Officer Stevenson… Immigration and Border Affairs. I, uh, I was told to come directly for the… visa. No questions asked. I’ve got the kit… and the clearance file…
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Lorenzo: Steven, Stevenson—whatever the hell your name is… The moment you walked in, I had the urge to put a bullet through your skull. And believe me, I’m the kind of man who listens to his instincts. So if you want me to ignore that feeling, show me your ID. Your badge. Now. Let’s see if you’re really who you claim to be or just another dead man in disguise.

Lorenzo said in a cold calm voice, his expression earnest as he looked at the young man, who swallowed hard upon hearing those words, beads of sweat already forming on his forehead. Even Bao turned her eyes to him instantly, shocked, unable to believe what she had just heard. A part of her doubted he was serious—Lorenzo wouldn’t harm a defenseless man without reason, let alone act on a sudden urge to kill. Yet, another part of her believed he was doing it to uncover something, and whatever that was, it had to be for her safety.

Unbeknownst to the young man, Lorenzo only said that to manipulate him as a test of authenticity – to gauge reactions and verify identity, but that only scare the confident the poor man earlier fleeing from him for so many reasons. He knows Lorenzo is a Red wolves he dealing with and he knows what the members of the red wolves are really capable of, especially considering he’s the right hand of the dangerous gang, the young man believe anything can happen, which has already came with a threat, despite he’s not been harmed yet. In that moment, he already his life is now between life and death with what happening.

But for as long as he had his badge and ID since that was the only thing keeping him alive—his life might be spared. Even then, there was no guarantee of survival. The young man had no idea he was being played, his fear of the Red Wolves clouding his instincts. With trembling courage, he dropped the biometric kit, reached into his coat pocket, and pulled out his badge and ID. His hands shook as he stretched them toward Lorenzo, who walked over and examined both intently. Then he looked at the young man with a cold stare that made his heart race wildly in his chest. Head bowed, the young man remained silent. Even Bao couldn’t help but to wonder what’s going to happen next, a heavy suspense between them.

Suddenly, Lorenzo pushed and clutch the ID and Badge to the young young man’s chest, causing trepidation within the man, as he shakes in his boot with his face still hung low.

Lorenzo: Get down to business–now.

Lorenzo demanded, turning around and tucking back his gun behind his back while the young man quickly picked up the biometric kit and placed it carefully on the table before Bao and Lorenzo who had just sat on the chair beside her, typing on his phone swiftly for a brief moment before looking at him.

Immigrant officer: I need a few seconds… the kit’s locked. Clearance code required to access biometric functions — just a moment…

The young man uttered under his breath and dropped to one knee, eyes locked on the biometric kit. A sharp beep sounded as he opened it—its small screen flickering to life. Inside were tools of precision: a fingerprint scanner, a compact passport camera, a verification module, a touchscreen interface, a secure passport slot, and a mini printer for temporary visa stickers or chip-based digital updates. Then came the calm, automated voice from the kit, breaking the silence.

Kit (Automated voice): Clearance code required. Please authenticate to proceed.

Then, the young man typed it, speaking quietly and in a low voice—barely audible.

Immigrant officer: IMM-CX****-BRAVO

After he inputs the code, the kit spoke out again in confirmation.

Kit (Automated voice): Code accepted. Biometric functions active.

Accessing the kit successfully gave Lorenzo one more reason to believe the young man was authorized and truly sent to help with the visa. If not, he was ready to make his life a living hell for trespassing. Apart from that, he had already confirmed the young man’s identity with the high-ranking officer via phone. Regardless, the young man kept his eyes fixed on the system and spoke politely when the kit requested input.

Kit (Automation voice): Passport scan required. Please insert valid documents.
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Immigrant officer: Please, I’ll need your passport now for quick verification. After that, I’ll scan your fingerprints and take a photo.

As soon as he said that, Bao didn’t hesitate to pull the passport and other important documents from the manila envelope and hand them over to him. She moved closer, ready to provide her fingerprints, while Lorenzo watched closely.

Once all the valid documents were confirmed, the biometric kit unlocked with a soft chime. Bao stepped forward and held out her hand. The scanner gave a quiet hum as it captured her fingerprints. Then came the photo, a flash, a soft click as the camera snapped her image. Her passport lay open on the table while the immigration agent checked her information on a secure handheld device. Every detail matched.

Minutes later, a secure alert tone came from the immigrant officer phone, the visa application had gone through high-priority diplomatic channels and was already approved, much faster than normal procedures would ever allow. With a few taps, the digital visa was stamped — either as a visible seal in her passport or saved securely in the system. All the data was encrypted and backed up, ensuring she would be cleared on arrival.

Immigrant officer: Now, everything’s set—visa confirmed and approved: valid for 72hours. Your documents are complete and valid, Ms Bao.

He announced, nicely handing Bao her passport, the fresh visa sticker now pressed firmly across one of its pages, sealed and ready. As Bao collected it, she said with a faint smile, as she examine the visa which has already been sealed to her passport.

Bao: Thank you!

Lorenzo gave her passport a glance before looking back at the young man, who was carefully placing the equipment back in their specific spots and closing the portable biometric kit. Then, the young man stood up, looked at Lorenzo with a bit of courage, cleared his throat, and said:

Immigrant officer: Ahem, she’s all set now, sir. Five hours from now, she’ll be heading straight to the private jet terminal—no stops, no delays. Everything has already been taken care of. So, if you’ll excuse me, I should, uh, be going now.

Lorenzo didn’t utter a word but nodded in agreement, then picked up the biometric kit from the table and turned toward the door. Just as he reached it, Lorenzo spoke abruptly, causing the young man to stop in his tracks.

Lorenzo: Thanks. But next time I see you, I’ll gift you a sweet, free one-way ticket. So stay alive until then, Stevenson!

With his back turned toward Lorenzo and Bao, the young man swallowed hard, glanced sideways, adjusted his cap, then headed out and closed the door behind him. Lorenzo’s statement had clearly shaken him. Lorenzo snorted and sat back in the chair. Bao turned her gaze toward him, still holding her visa and passport, and asked him curiously.

Bao: You’re not going to give him a sweet, free one-way ticket, are you?
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Lorenzo: It’s just an empty threat…
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Bao: Well, now, you’ve given the man a lifetime of regret and fear, enough to keep him out of sight. I doubt he even has peace of mind, afraid he might be seen and handed a one-way ticket by you one day. That was one hell of a threat—even I feared you the moment you said it.
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Lorenzo: Hm, I must have sounded pretty dangerous when I said that. What about now? (in a deep, cold voice) “How dare you speak to me like that?”
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Bao: Oh, now, you sound even more dangerous.
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Lorenzo: Ah!

Lorenzo suddenly and playfully snarled in her ear, his right arm gently slipping around her neck as he pulled her close, patting her ear softly with his lips. Bao was startled by his reaction and burst into a quiet laugh, her visa, passport, and other documents resting on her thighs.

Bao: Oh God, you’re gonna give me an heart attack. Stop it.
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Lorenzo: Is that so?

Lorenzo kissed her on the ear, his hand still cradling her neck. Then, he picked up her visa and passport, scanning them with his eyes. His smile slowly faded from his lips as Bao, who was also watching the documents, glanced at him before he eventually spoke softly.

Lorenzo: Five hours from now, you’ll be leaving Canada. Do you know what that really means?

Bao didn’t utter a word as she stared at him and listened.

Lorenzo: It means no more running—at least for now—the moment you land in Italy. it’s better than staying here in this country and it’s not forever, until it’s over. But I want you to promise me that you’re going to be fine over there—with or without me.

Upon hearing that, Bao hesitated to make such a vow. She looked deep into his eyes, then lowered her gaze and bit her lip before meeting his eyes again and responding.

Bao: I promise, but only if you promise you’ll be okay as well.
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Lorenzo: I promise, too.

Lorenzo vowed softly with a warm smile, even though he didn’t know if he would survive the battle he had planned with his boss. He knew that fighting his boss was a death wish—something she didn’t know about, something he kept to himself. But promising her was the only way to give her peace of mind. Then, they hugged each other tightly.

Hugging her in that moment, he felt consumed by guilt for not telling her what was going on between him and the organization—a matter of life and death. But he couldn’t bring himself to break it to her, not now, especially after the vow he had just made, which had already given her peace of mind. He fought against the guilt tearing at him from within and chose to let the moment remain as it was. After all, it was his fight, and he didn’t want anyone else involved.

As they hugged, he planted a soft, warm kiss on her neck, his eyes closed. Bao hugged him even tighter, as if she were trying to squeeze the life out of him. For a moment, they stayed like that before finally pulling apart. Just then, Lorenzo’s phone beeped in his pocket. He pulled it out, glanced at the screen, then slipped it back in. Carefully, he placed her passports and other documents into the manila envelope. As he did, he spoke, while she tucked a strand of her dark hair, one that had fallen across her face, behind her ear.

Lorenzo: Do you remember when I said I couldn’t wait too long, even though I wanted us to spend more time together, because I had other pressing matters to take care of?
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Bao: Yeah, I remember you said that. It’s easy to remember. (gasp softly) How could I possibly forget?
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Lorenzo: That’s one of the pressing matters I needed to take care of that popped up on my phone. I would have loved to stay a little longer and watch the private jet take off with you inside, but unfortunately, I can’t because of it.

In that moment, Lorenzo closed the manila envelope with all her documents inside and turned his gaze to her face. They held hands as Bao answered softly, then pressed her lips together afterward.

Bao: I understand, as long as it’s nothing that could harm you, it’s alright.
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Lorenzo: (snorts) Yeah. By the way, Alessia and her team will take it from here—she already understands what this is all about, so it’s nothing new to her, except for the exact time you’re leaving the house, which has already been set. No delays. As for that, I’ll brief her outside before I head out. You’re safe with them, alright?
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Bao: (smile faintly) Alright! But… before you leave, I want you to have this.

Bao said, carefully pulling off a tiny silver ring from her left middle finger. She gently grasped his left hand as she continued speaking.

Bao: It’s a lucky ring that was given to me by my mother before she passed away, and now, I want you to have it too

Lorenzo agreed with a nod, and she slowly slid the ring onto his left middle finger, still holding his hand. Afterward, Lorenzo cupped her left cheek and caressed it with his thumb, looking into her eyes as if searching for something. Then, he tilted his head slightly, letting his hand glide down to gently hold her chin. Their lips met in a soft kiss as they felt each other’s warm breath. Bao raised her hand and cradled his neck with her slender arms, pulling him closer. Lorenzo’s hands slowly traced their way down to her back, holding her as they embraced the moment.

Feeling his hand move slowly toward her back made her arch slightly, allowing him to wrap his arms around her waist. Their locked lips moved in a slow frenzy as they made out, her chest pressing softly against his. After a minute of tender kisses, gentle body contact, and the shared warmth of their breath, they finally pulled away, resting their foreheads together as they lingered in the moment, teasing each other with closed eyes.

Lorenzo: You smell and taste so good… I could just eat you up right now
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Bao: (chuckles) What held you down? Is the beast sleeping this time?
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Lorenzo: Ohh, nice comeback. I’ll take that as a free pass not to unleash the beast in me… for now. But just so you know, there’s one thing I’m absolutely sure of.
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Bao: Which is?
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Lorenzo: I love you, Bao.
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Bao: (sigh smilingly) I love you more.

In that moment, they broke body contact and Lorenzo calmly stood. Knowing if he don’t do that, he’d still be clinging onto her body, which is so comforting and warming, enough to hold any person down. It might even cost him time of spending more time with her, which he felt he’s not ready to risk now, so he said while Bao looked up at him.

Lorenzo: I should get going now.
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Bao: Stay safe. For me. For you. For us.

Bao nodded and spoke in a loving tone, her expression both nervous and caring, as she gently held his right-hand fingers, looking straight at his face. Lorenzo nodded in agreement with a faint smile and walked energetically toward the door, leaving Bao’s hand hanging in the air for a moment, stretched out toward him with no desire for him to leave. She sat still, watching in his direction until he was out of the house.

In that moment, she began to hear Lorenzo having a brief assertive discussion with Alessia and her team. Then she heard footsteps receding and the sound of a car door opening, prompting her to get up from the chair and peer through the window as he entered his car.

Lorenzo, on the other hand, after finishing his discussion with Alessia and her team on the veranda, walked toward where his car was parked, his eyes fixed on his phone without looking back. He reached the car, opened the door, and got in.

Once inside, he dialed a number on his phone, and an automated voice spoke.

Phone (Automated Voice): Hey, this is Marco. Please leave a message.
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Lorenzo: Marco, listen up. I need six of your fiercest men—immediately. There’s a critical task waiting. I’m sending the location. Have them meet me there without delay.

After saying that, his eyes caught Bao watching him through the window, prompting him to send her a smile. Alessia and her crew remained in position, guarding the area around the house. He then started the engine, shifted the car into reverse, pressed the pedal, and backed out. With a final glance, he sped off, a cloud of dust rising behind him.

Tbc…

[Adewole Olayiwola Kelvin]

SURVIVOR: Ghost – Bodyguard Series (S01 • E18)🩸🔞

By:- Adewole Kelvin

“THE PREPARATIONS”

Omni-pov

{Hours earlier in Lorenzo’s house…}

As Lorenzo entered the bathroom with Bao comfortably lifted on his back like a baby, he gently closed the door behind them with his leg. Bao’s eyes scanned the bathroom as she slowly turned her head from side to side, admiring the setup—especially the shower enclosure they stepped into. Then, the moment they got inside, Lorenzo teased her and squatted playfully.

Lorenzo: This is the stop… for that gentle flow of water waiting to run down your body. (in a hoarse voice) Ha, get off me.
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Bao: What?

Bao retorted, still comfortably on his back, showing no intention of getting down—as if his back was the only thing giving her comfort in that moment. Lorenzo continued teasing in an agonized voice, pretending to wobble on his feet, his manhood dangling as he did.

Lorenzo: For F**k’s sakes, you’re crushing me to death with your weight! How’d you suddenly get so heavy? Oh, hell no–don’t tell me you want me to bathe you again after all the stress I went through just getting you into the bathroom?
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Bao: Dear, Is that supposed to be a joke right now? As far as I know, you only took 12 steps to get us into the bathrooms.

Bao said sarcastically with a playful tone after getting off his back and facing him boldly, her arms folded across her bosom with one leg slightly apart. Amused by her tone, Lorenzo stood and held his waist, arching his back. He also faced Bao and looked her in the face with no concern for her slim, hourglass, n***d body—just as Bao was also unconcerned about his own nudity—as they focused mainly on each other’s faces and exchanged playful words.

Lorenzo: Oh, I’m disappointed. I would’ve preferred a small apology for nearly crushing me with that formidable weight of yours, you know. And since when did you become a human pedometer?
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Bao: The moment you lifted me on your back, I’m going to ask right away–where’s the beast I knew back in the bed room?
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Lorenzo: You broke the beast with just a little pressure–imagine how glad he’d be to hear how tasty his moves felt to his tamer.

Lorenzo answered with a smirk and held her chin, maintaining eye contact. As she processed his statement, her gaze slowly scanned down to his midsection. The memories of what happened between them in the bedroom replayed in her head. Then, she gently pulled away and turned around, rubbing her arms with a shy side glance. Quietly, she admitted it to herself. Despite that, she still felt his arms gently wrap around her upper arms, aligning their bodies together.

Bao: There are three unbelievable things here:
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Lorenzo: (sigh) And what might this three things be?
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Bao: First, I can’t believe we actually had s*x. Second, I can’t believe we’re talking about it. And third, I can’t believe we’re in the bathroom together—n***d and about to bathe. (snorts) My parents would be so disappointed, especially my mother. In China, something like this is taken far more seriously than people think. We don’t do things like this casually. When a woman gives her body to a man, it’s not just s*x… it means everything.
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Lorenzo: I know. But I truly believe Mother would have been more disappointed if I had given you up to the organization instead. I’m certain she’d understand this… us—and be glad to know we didn’t do it casually. What we did was real, a testament to the love we have for each other. I’m sure she’d understand we did it as two people who care… deeply.

After saying that, moved by his words, Bao turned around and looked at him. She pursed her lips under the slow stream of water from the shower, which soaked her hair, and she blurted out in a challenging tone, her arms folded.

Bao: Wow, look at you—so confident and bold. Rrr! Just who do you think you are?
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Lorenzo: I’m just a guy who believes in principles!

Lorenzo retorted as they shared eye contact, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips. Bao gave him a quick blink and pursed her lips before asking.

Bao: Would you be confident enough to say that in front of my parents if they were still alive?
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Lorenzo: Absolutely. I’d look them in the eyes and say it without hesitation—because what we have is real. And I don’t regret loving you for a second.
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Bao: (snorts) I believe in you. You see, considering what happened between us earlier, especially if my father were still alive, he’d say I was being too reckless. A girl shouldn’t do this before marriage; it’s something serious in my culture—he’d probably skin me alive. It might sound a little funny, but we’re talking about what could have been the consequences, you know? Even if they’re not alive to witness it, I’m sure their spirits are aware by now.

Bao rubbed her face after saying that, her head slightly lowered. But Lorenzo gently held her upper arms, prompting her to look up at him as he asked.

Lorenzo: Understandable, but do you feel like you’re being… reckless with me?
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Bao: No, I feel safe, loved, protected and I’ve never regretted doing it and being with you.

Bao responded boldly with a faint smile. Then, Lorenzo tilted his head to the side and placed a French kiss on her lips. They made out, their lips moving in a slow frenzy, but soon stopped kissing. With Lorenzo’s hands on her cheeks, their foreheads rested against each other while Bao held his wrists. They exhaled under the gentle stream of water flowing from the shower, their eyes slightly closed.

Lorenzo: And I don’t regret loving you.
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Bao: Do you?
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Lorenzo: Not even a second.

Then, Bao turns around, holding his arms and wrapped it around her necks herself into an embrace as their body aligned, closing the space between them, except for the water from the shower that run down on their body in that moment. Despite that, the water still actively run through their body, leaving them to close their eyes. Then, they began to move their aligned body side to side in a subtle slow rhythm, as they felt connected to each other. Moving side to side in that slow rhythm, they spoke heart to heart.

Lorenzo: So..?
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Bao: So what?
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Lorenzo: After the shower, we’ll get dressed, go shopping, and get your replacement passport ready.
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Bao: Yeah?
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Lorenzo: Do you have your ID, or did you forgot it back there too?
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Bao: Err, I may have to check my skirt to see if my phone has been in my pocket the whole time. I can’t vividly recall whether I took it with me or not after what happened back home—my mind was carried away. But it’s the only way to find out, because I kept my ID and two passports in the pouch at the back of my phone.
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Lorenzo: Luckily, if you check and find your phone in there, it saves us the trouble of any further delays. But if it’s not there, then we’ll have no choice but to get you another ID and passport as soon as possible.
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Bao: Let’s just hope so.

Bao thought back to the tragic scene at her house, her mind skipping to the moment her father was shot. But then, Lorenzo turned on the shower, changing its slow trickle into a swift downpour. The sudden rush of water startled her, washing away those thoughts. She gasped, a hint of a smile forming on her face as the quick drops hit her skin, and Lorenzo pulled her into an even tighter embrace.

Minutes later, they both walked out of the bathroom—Bao with a white towel wrapped around her body, and Lorenzo with one around his waist. Beads of water clung to their skin, slowly trailing down, while Bao’s soaked, dark hair stuck to her back. Mindlessly, she went to pick up her skirt from the bed as soon as they stepped out. Lorenzo’s eyes followed her, feasting on the smooth, tanned skin of her body with affection and desire etched into his gaze, a faint, loving smile curling on his lips. Nothing made him smile more than knowing he had earned her trust and the love they now shared.

Bao, unaware of his gaze on her, raised her maxi skirt and slipped one hand into the right-side pocket. She felt something inside and silently prayed it was her phone and not something else. As her fingers grasped it, she pulled it out—only to find that it was indeed her phone. She heaved a sigh of relief and showed it to Lorenzo.

Bao: Good grief, It was in my pocket all along.
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Lorenzo: Great! But let’s not start smiling just yet. We still need to confirm if the ID and your passports are in the pouch of your phone.

Lorenzo urged, still gazing at her.

Bao: Oh, right! I’m quite sure about that, but it’s good we confirm.
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Lorenzo: I love that!

Lorenzo blurted, sending her a warm smile, which made her smile back at him. She then gently pulled the pouch off the phone a little, checked it, and nodded to him before covering the phone back with the pouch.

Bao: I can’t believe it–my phone’s been with me all this time! How did I not notice?

Bao said, putting her phone back into one of the pockets of her skirt. As she did, Lorenzo slowly walked up to her, speaking in a gentle voice.

Lorenzo: It doesn’t matter, does it? What matters is that you checked your skirt and found your phone, along with your ID and passports. Anyways, get dressed and wait for me in the living room.
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Bao: What are you going to do?

Bao asked, dropping her skirt on the bed and looking him on the face, as she held his hand.

Lorenzo: Glad you asked that. I’m going upstairs now to get dressed in something better while I discuss with the passport agent on phone. I’ll be back in a jiffy.

Lorenzo answered assertively, and Bao nodded. Then he cupped her neck, pulled her close, and planted a kiss on her forehead before heading out of the room, grabbing his clothes from the floor along with his phone. As soon as he left, Bao gathered her skirt and underwear scattered across the floor, along with the rest of her clothes, and walked into the bathroom. She placed them on a hook, then gently patted her body dry with a towel in front of the mirror. Afterward, she dried her hair and continued.

Meanwhile, upstairs in the room, Lorenzo walked in energetically and tossed his clothes into the laundry hamper while scrolling through his phone. As he did, he walked over to his wardrobe, pulled out a grey oversized sweater along with a pair of dark baggy trousers from a hanger, and laid them on the bed. He then placed his phone on the bed and began changing into the clothes, his eyes still fixed on the screen as it dialed the passport agent. Shortly after, he picked up the phone and held it to his ear.

Passport agent: Hello, who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?
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Lorenzo: Hey, it’s me, Conti Lorenzo.
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Passport agent: Oh, Mr. Conti. I didn’t know it was you…
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Lorenzo: No worries, I’m calling from my second line.
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Passport agent: Okay, I’ll make sure to save it now. It’s been a while since we last spoke on the phone. What can I do for you today, Mr. Conti?
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Lorenzo: Good! Can I trust you with this?
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Passport agent: What’s a business without trust? Please, feel free to share anything with me, Mr Conti.
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Lorenzo: Then, what I’m about to say stays between us. Understood?
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Passport agent: I promise, whatever you say stays between us, Mr Conti.
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Lorenzo: Listen, an incident happened today that almost cost my girlfriend’s life. In fact, it recently happened, and it is truly a matter of life and death. She and her father were trying to leave this afternoon when a gang raided their compound, intending to harm them. Her father was killed in the process, but luckily, she managed to escape the gangsters’ clutches. Right now, she’s at my house, and we’re both worried the gang might still be after her. I fear it’s only a matter of time before they catch up with her if nothing is done.
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Passport agent: I’m guessing she’s from a Chinese family. Am I right, sir?
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Lorenzo: Right. This isn’t just a guess. How the f**k did you know?

Lorenzo asked suspiciously and assertively, sitting on the bed with a furrowed brow and side-eyed glance.

Passport agent: It’s on the news, Mr. Conti. I’m currently watching it on TV. Six members of the Red Wolves invaded Dundas Street, both east, murdering a Chinese man named Wei Yang in cold blood. Ten people were wounded while trying to run for their lives. This is.. this is more horrible than we could ever imagine, Mr Conti.

The passport agent apprised Lorenzo, who didn’t utter a word after, quietly facepalming and sighing softly. Her last statement didn’t surprise him much; he already understood when she lamented that it was more horrible than they could ever imagine. To him, it meant one thing—mutilation. The poor man was likely either decapitated or hacked into pieces like an animal, or perhaps his intestines or heart were ripped out. Knowing the kind of gang he was dealing with, they don’t offer a quick death; their kills are filled with deep pain and agony, which they view as a sign of loyalty to the organization.

As for Bao’s father, on the other hand, Lorenzo knew the kind of man he was, especially considering he was a martial old man. He knew he wouldn’t give up his family no matter what. But for some reason, Lorenzo thought he was a fool. He couldn’t still help but wonder why he would go to such lengths to borrow money from his organization, implicating his daughter in something she knew nothing about. As much as he hated what the man did, a part of him pitied him for dying such a miserable death, trying to save both wife and daughter.

Still facepalming and rubbing his eyes, Lorenzo exhaled softly and dropped his hand from his face to his thigh. Noticing how quiet he was, the passport agent asked.

Passport agent: Hello, are you there, Mr Conti?
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Lorenzo: Yeah, I’m here.
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Passport agent: What should I do?
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Lorenzo: Here’s what we are going to do. She and her father were set to relocate earlier this afternoon before the violence erupted. After the gang attacked and killed her father, she had no choice but to flee—leaving everything behind, including her passport and other essentials. Now, she needs a replacement passport immediately. Getting her out of the country within 24 hours is not just necessary—it’s critical for her safety. I can’t imagine what’d happened if she stays here one more day.
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Passport agent: I completely understand your concern, Mr. Conti, and we’ll take care of everything as swiftly as possible. Given that she fled the scene of the violent attack and had to leave behind her passport and other essential documents, she will definitely need to replace them. However, considering the danger involved, it’s also important that she obtains a new Chinese Resident ID card, alongside the passport replacement.
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Lorenzo: I got you, but that won’t be necessary. Luckily, she already has her ID and passport with her. As for the official police report, it’s not strictly necessary, right? I can start taking her to the Chinese embassy now after those requirements.
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Passport agent: Er, while the police report isn’t strictly mandatory for the passport, it’s highly recommended in cases like this — especially since the passport was lost in such a dangerous and violent situation. It will help expedite the process and validate her case. She should bring the police report and any supporting documents to the Chinese embassy for processing, and we can begin the replacement process right away. We can also apply for expedited processing if needed, depending on the urgency of the situation. But then, I’m afraid your girlfriend might not be able to get the passport within 24 hours, Mr. Conti.

As she finished her statement, Lorenzo tried to intimidate her, consumed by the way she ended it. But then he closed his eyes and exhaled, maintaining his composure before opening them and speaking.

Lorenzo: Let me be real with you here: you’re trustworthy and pleasant. In fact, your professionalism is quite impressive—unlike any other agent I’ve dealt with. But as reliable as you are, your words always seem to carry some unexpected twist—and they never fail to disappoint me at times. Honestly, I’m f*****g disappointed. You mean to tell me she won’t be able to get the passport within 24 hours? Are you serious right now? Do you even understand the kind of danger my girlfriend is in? This is literally a matter of life and death—you get that, right?
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Passport agent: Yes, I understand, Mr. Conti, and I apologize if my previous words upset you. The standard procedure is to issue a replacement passport within 48 hours, provided all necessary documents are in order. However, I assure you that we will do our best to ensure she receives her passport within that timeframe.
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Lorenzo: You better make it happen in 48 hours. No excuses.
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Passport agent: Yes, within 48 hours! You have my words, Mr Conti.
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Lorenzo: I don’t care if you have to wake the entire consulate—just make it happen. Anything else I should know?
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Passport agent: Oh, yes. Wow. (Clicks, clicks, clicks) I just figured she can check our embassy’s official passport replacement portal and fill in all the required details for urgent processing and expedited passport service. If approved, she could receive her new passport within 48 hours—without stressing about coming to the embassy, unless her biometrics are needed, and that would be after submitting the application online. I’ll send you the link so she can get started right away.
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Lorenzo: That’s better. Send it right away!

As soon as he said that, he ended the call immediately, dropped his phone on the bed beside him, and walked over to the shoe rack a few meters away. He carefully picked two pairs of classic sneakers from it, sat back on the bed, and put them on as quickly as possible. Next, he entered a four-digit code to unlock a strong drawer built into his bed, then pulled it out. A new silver Glock 17 with bullets came into view, resting atop 10 bundles of CAD dollars.

For a while, he examined the items before picking up the gun, followed by the bullets. Within seconds, he loaded it with focused attention, then smoothly slid the rack back and tucked the gun behind his back into his trousers. After that, he grabbed a bundle of $100 and $20 CAD dollars for emergency purposes and stuffed them into his front trouser pocket. At that moment, his phone beeped with a notification, but he didn’t bother to check it, assuming it was a message from the passport agent. He then closed the drawer and locked it as usual before picking up his phone from the bed to confirm the message.

As soon as he confirmed the message, he walked out of his room with a confident stride, locking the door behind him before jogging downstairs. He found Bao in the living room, just as he had instructed earlier. She was sitting quietly and nervously on a chair, fidgeting with her fingers on her knees and her legs clasped together. The moment Lorenzo reached the bottom of the stairs, she stood up immediately and looked in his direction, asking a question right away with a nervous, hesitant look on her face.

Bao: Did you get a chance to talk with the passport agent? What did she say?
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Lorenzo: Alright. Take a deep breath and chill out, dear. I already discussed with the passport agent on phone. But there’s good news and bad news. Which one would you like to hear first?

Bao exhaled heavily before answering, her eyes fixed in his direction as he got closer to her.

Bao: Okay. Start with the bad one.
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Lorenzo: Based on what I was sent, we have to reach out to the police station and file an official report about the incident — especially since it’s a Grade A crime involving murder. I’ve been trying to avoid the cops, I won’t lie. With the deadly violence going on lately, especially from the Red Wolves, the authorities are cracking down hard. They’re arresting anyone affiliated, even those who haven’t caused any trouble — no exceptions. But still, it’s one of the few ways to make the process faster and cleaner, and more importantly — to avoid any future complications, like being flagged or banned for vandalism or suspicious activity. Now here’s the catch — the Chinese embassy’s website doesn’t accept uploads of official police reports, so we’ll have to submit that in person during your biometric screening. That’s where your fingerprint will be taken too.
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Bao: (gulps) So… I’m going to the embassy?

Bao asked nervously, fearing that the Red Wolves members might still be out there, searching for her. She also feared that her escape from the deadly gang may not be repeated, believing it was only luck that saved her the first time. As much as she felt safe with Lorenzo, the fear lingered—but Lorenzo gently placed his palm on her cheek, offering silent reassurance and giving her a little more hope. His comfort was the only thing keeping her going, and she couldn’t help but wonder what would’ve happened without him.

Lorenzo: I totally understand. You’re nervous about those men who might still be out there looking for you—but you’re not alone in this. We’re going to get through it together, and I promise you, we’ll overcome this. Besides, as long as I’m with you, they wouldn’t dare lay a finger on you. I’m still the right hand of the organization, and you know exactly what that means. Yeah, I know I haven’t said that before—but worry less, dear.
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Bao: I’m not only worried about that. I’m also worried about you—especially regarding the police report we want to file at the station. You said it yourself—you’ve been avoiding the cops because these days, they’re apprehending Red Wolves members whenever and wherever they find them. But you’re not going to get arrested because of me, are you? Tell me!
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Lorenzo: Do you trust me?
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Bao: Should I not?
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Lorenzo: Then quit worrying. There’s always a way, alright?
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Bao: (sigh solemnly) Alright!
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Lorenzo: But the good news? You don’t need to go to the embassy for every step. Most of the key requirements for the passport replacement — aside from the biometrics and police file — can be done entirely online. The agent just sent me the link to the embassy portal with clear instructions. Since your ID and passport are luckily still with you, all you need to do now is log into the portal. Come. Sit. Let’s get this done together. Bring out your ID and passport — I’ll walk you through it on my phone.

Lorenzo explained gently, holding her hand as he sat beside her, his eyes locked on his phone with sharp focus. Bao quietly reached into her phone pouch, pulling out her ID and passport, and handed them to him. Then he guided her through the online passport replacement form on the Chinese embassy portal, carefully filling in each detail while she watched, silent and trusting, but nods In anticipation as he did. When they finally completed the submission, both leaned back into the chair with a soft exhale. Bao rested her head on Lorenzo’s shoulder, wrapping his arm around her, fingers gliding up and down her upper arm, his face towards the ceiling in thought.

Then — Ping!

A sharp notification tone broke the moment, coming from Bao’s phone. They both sat up instantly. Lorenzo’s eyes darted to the screen, brows rising as he blurted out.

Lorenzo: That should be the code, am I right?
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Bao: Right! I’ve received an email with the confirmation code…

In that moment, the passport agent call came through Lorenzo’s phone, which stopped Bao from proceeding, allowing him to answer the call to know what’s the passport agent got to say.

Passport Agent (on the phone): Hello, Mr Conti. I’ve just confirmed the application went through on our end. Since it’s an urgent request and she selected expedited processing, she should receive her application tracking number and confirmation email within the next few hours — usually between one to six hours. Just make sure she checks her inbox and spam folder. Once the tracking number arrives, we can begin tracking the progress. And remember, she doesn’t have to go anywhere yet. The only thing we’re waiting on now is the biometric appointment. But for now, she’s doing great. I’ll send you the direct tracking link as soon as the system generates the tracking number.
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Lorenzo: I was just about to inform you that she’s received the confirmation code already, but I understand now. We’ll update you once she’s received the tracking number.
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Passport agent: Alright, Mr. Conti. In the meantime, I’ll be monitoring the system for any updates. If there are any changes, I’ll let you know. Looking forward to hearing from you.

As soon as she finished her statement, Lorenzo ends the call immediately and looked at Bao, who placed her ID and her passports back in her phone pouch

Lorenzo: I hope you were listening carefully.
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Bao: (sighs softly) Yes! Loud and clear. We must be time-conscious about the application tracking number and confirmation. My phone won’t fail to notify me. So, what’s next?
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Lorenzo: While we wait for the tracking number to be generated, let’s get you somewhere safe—this place isn’t secure anymore. Come to think of it, the embassy just gave us a window of opportunity. We’re going to take it and handle everything needed for your travel. By the time we’re done, that tracking number will likely be in your inbox. It’s just a 2-hour ride, plus a few stops for the essentials. So let’s move—now’s our chance.
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Bao: (exhales) Okay, let’s make it happen.

Bao agreed, and Lorenzo grabbed the car keys. They both walked out of the house, holding hands, with Bao just closely behind him. As soon as they emerged, Lorenzo unlocked the white Challenger with a tap on the key fob, urging Bao to get in quickly while he locked the mansion door. Moments later, he walked to the car, casting furtive glances around the area before getting in. Once inside, he started the engine and pulled off with a sharp J-turn. As he turned onto the next road, he executed a powerslide, the car drifting sideways until it regained balance—then he sped off.

First of all, Lorenzo drove to a nearby ladies’ boutique and bought Bao some beautiful dresses, shoes, slippers, and other items of her choice. He even had the sales attendants help her get dressed. Considering the danger surrounding them, he didn’t want to risk any exposure or recognition, believing the men who killed Bao’s father were still looking for her. By the time they left the boutique, Bao was wearing a brand-new blue short-sleeve blouse with dark straight jeans and stylish shoes. Both wore face masks, while Lorenzo also had his head covered with the hood of his large sweater. He also bought her a large piece of luggage to pack her belongings.

Next, they stopped by a local police station to file the official police report, with Lorenzo staying by Bao’s side until it was completed. Now, back in the car, Bao sat close to him, snuggling against his side. They both had their eyes on the official police report she held in her hands, freshly issued just minutes ago. Silence had lingered between them the whole time, until Lorenzo finally broke it.

Lorenzo: (exhales) Two out of five–done. The report is filed and the code has been acquired.
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Bao: Yeah, so what’re these last three remaining?

Bao asked quietly, not fully focused—her eyes were scanning the words in the report. Meanwhile, Lorenzo inserted the key into the car’s ignition by the side of the steering wheel and answered her without hesitation, assertively.

Lorenzo: Now, we’re still waiting on the tracking number, the passport isn’t ready yet, and the flights are still pending, yet to be acquired.
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Bao: Right. Ahem, I saw what you did back there–at the police station.

Bao said quietly, took her eyes off the police report, leaned back against the seat of the car in a relaxed position, and looked in his direction.

Lorenzo: (pretending) Can you remind me what I did back there?
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Bao: Bribery? Smart move, but a bad one!
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Lorenzo: Great! My thoughts eventually came to pass. I figured you’d comment on that. Well, if you must know, I couldn’t risk waiting ten minutes for the report to be filed. I didn’t even expect the police officer would accept the bribe after I told him we needed the files in one minute without any delay. Otherwise, I’d risk getting caught, even though the officers were too busy to notice that I’m a member of the Red Wolves. It’s a miracle I got out of there. I did what needed to be done.
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Bao: (Holds his hand) And that’s why I feel much better right now—things are progressing without any hindrance, and most importantly, seeing you sitting by my side in the car without… getting caught or anything. Honestly, I don’t know what might happen if something like that were to happen to you.

Bao uttered, caressing his hand, her eyes fixed on him. Lorenzo snorted, tilting his head toward her face and dropping a kiss on her lips. For a moment, she held his chin before they unlocked their lips, their faces so close to each other. They looked into each other’s eyes, and Lorenzo spoke.

Lorenzo: I told you there’s always a way, didn’t I?
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Bao: Yes, how could I ever forget that?
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Lorenzo: We’re on track, which means the others will be acquired too. I’m very sure about that. Do you know you’re so beautiful?
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Bao: And do you also know that we still have somewhere to go?
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Lorenzo: Hm, right! And here we go now. Put on your nose mask and don’t forget to fasten your seatbelt. Lastly—and most importantly—stay sharp for the tracking number. A few hours from now, it should drop in your email inbox.

Lorenzo answered and winked at her, while she nodded with a hint of a smile on her lips and quickly fastened her seatbelt. Seeing that smile filled him with happiness—so different from the nervous look she wore earlier. He started the engine and sped off, holding her hand gently while steering comfortably with the other.

As their car sped along, overtaking others without a care in the world, they chatted with each other. After a long ride and conversation, they found themselves stuck in traffic. It was still broad daylight, and the sun was scorching. Bao adjusted herself in the seat, planning to take a quick nap—when her phone pinged loudly with a notification. Instantly, sleep vanished from her eyes, hoping it was the tracking number. She checked her phone and saw it: the tracking number had arrived in her Gmail. Calmly, she informed Lorenzo, whose eyes remained fixed on the road, both hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

Bao: Lorenzo, guess what? I just got notified—my request was successfully submitted, and I’ve been sent my tracking number. Take a look!

Showing him the email notification on her phone, Lorenzo narrowed his eyes and scanned the message before saying

Lorenzo: Oh, perfect. That’s the code we needed. Now we can track the progress. Login with that number ASAP.

Bao didn’t hesitate to access it using her tracking number. As soon as she opened the portal and viewed her application status, she read out what she saw.

Bao: “In Review. Biometrics Pending…”
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Lorenzo: F**k! Your biometric appointment has not been scheduled yet..
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Bao: So, that means the application is currently under review.
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Lorenzo: That’s the point. We need to call the agent ASAP to have your biometric appointment scheduled.

As he said that, he took out his phone from his pocket and called the agent, who answered immediately with a question.

Passport agent: Any updates on the tracking number, Mr Conti?
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Lorenzo: She’s got her tracking ID, but the appointment is still pending. Her tracking number is CHN2024-********. Fix that immediately.
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Passport agent: Roger that. I’ll get back at you as soon as possible.

Within minutes, the passport agent called back.

Passport agent: (on call, updates them) Okay, Mr Conti. Her file is already in the queue. Since it’s an emergency case with a verified ID, I’ll escalate it manually to secure a biometric slot by this evening. She won’t need to go to the embassy for now, but we’ll need her to be ready by 5 p.m. Her biometric capture should be the final step before approval.
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Lorenzo: Very well. I’ll make sure she’s ready and has everything she needs. Good job — I like how this is progressing. 5 p.m., we’ll be there. Please, no delays or change of time — I’m counting on you.

After that, Lorenzo ended the call and looked at Bao. Then, he wore a reassuring smile and said in a comforting voice:

Lorenzo: Just one more push, baby. One more push.

Hearing that, Bao nodded and tilted her head up slightly, resting it against the car seat’s headrest, followed by a sigh of relief. Although they were both informed that they had to be at the embassy by 5 p.m. for Bao’s biometric appointment, the two lovebirds decided to drive to the Chinese embassy in their car, believing it was the safer and faster option to save time. However, they didn’t get out of the car upon arriving at the embassy’s parking lot in Vancouver. Instead, they waited patiently inside the vehicle. Bao fell asleep along the way, while Lorenzo stayed awake, watching over her.

But before their arrival, they had already printed and prepared the documents needed for Bao’s biometric appointment—documents they would likely be asked to provide. Once it was 5 p.m., Lorenzo made a call and alerted the passport agent about their arrival. Soon, the agent rushed out of the embassy, exchanged pleasantries with them, had a quick discussion, and then accompanied Bao into the Chinese embassy. Her biometric appointment had been completed quickly by a colleague of the passport agent, thanks to the connections the agent had there. Bao was able to leave the embassy as quickly as possible. In the meantime, Lorenzo sent a voice message to someone on his phone while in the car, saying this just before Bao emerged from the embassy. Then, they departed.

Lorenzo: Hello, friend. How’ve you been? Listen, we don’t have time for small talk. Get your team ready, arm up, and head to the location I just sent. Now.

Tbc…

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