“Who do you think you are, pointing a pistol at me? Do you have any idea who you're dealing with”?
“Shut up your mouth, you good-for-nothing Cunt, get into the Car now before I blow your brains off”?, Commanded Malik Hussein
It’s dawned on Frank Smith Houston that these armed men meant business
“Alright I’m going to follow y’all but first where are you taking me to, I need to know because I can’t just enter into this disgusting-looking Car just like that because you are armed”? , he said drunkenly
“A dead man asking questions, when we get there you know, now shut your stinking mouth up dead meat”
Francis Smith Houston entered the car, unwilling to keep his mouth shut
“Where are you taking me”?
“Hey you!, what’s your name?”, I’m talking to you, Dirty low life thugs”! he screamed at Malik
“Shut the f**k up, you cunt before I shoot you in the face man,” Malik Said Meancingly
“I dare you to, do you know who I am? , you Street urchin!” Frank dared angrily
Malik Hussein Sighed heavily he knew this was one of those days he would be dealing with Pricks like this man sitting opposite him, he looked through the window he sighed with relief they were already at the Foreman’s Mansion
“Get down you cunt, your nemesis awaits you stupid debtor”, Malik said Meancingly
Frank gazed in awe at the medieval mansion before him, its imposing presence sending shivers down his spine. As he stood there, it dawned on him where he was – the infamous Brennan Huston home, rumored to be the abode of the lord of the underworld.
“Please spare my life, I recently lost my wife and I have a very young daughter at home, please I would do anything you want sir please”!, he cried
“Get Moving cunt, My boss is not a patient man, I thought You had guts”. Malik Laughed
Francis was drenched in sweat as he pleaded for mercy. He knew exactly where he was and what the outcome was going to be.
“Sir please spare my life I would give you anything you want, I have acres of land, and a fleet of cars please do not let me go in there, I don’t want to face that monster”
“Keep moving cunt” Malik Said with a grin on his face
“Malik, who the hell is that p***y disturbing the peace of this household Malik?” tie him to the electric chair and gag him up”.
Boomed a deep baritone voice that rang through the Mansion hall with Anger and Command
Brennan Foreman the wickedly handsome, cold-blooded Mafia boss descended with long angry stripes and a killer look on his handsome face
“Frank, where is my money”?
“Good for nothing bastard where the hell is my money?” , “You think you could hide forever without paying your debts huh? , you blood miscreant”
“Malik plug in the chair and call me the Doctor, tell her I got a special patient for her”
Malik was taken aback as his boss rarely called his sister into the midst of their brutal gang torture operations she only treats causality after rival wars but torture is extreme and she was a brutal b***h.
“Yes boss”
“Ha! Brother you finally need my expertise in dealing with assholes, but this one looks too fragile and soft for my kind of treatment, he is gonna die from the torture” Dr. Amaya Foreman laughed wickedly
Dr. Amaya Foreman, much like her brother, is both stunning and unforgiving. She's a female version of Brennan, but even more ruthless and competitive. She's willing to go to great lengths to impress their grandfather.
“Shut the f**k up b***h!”, laughed dangerously
“Now I’ll be testing some new equipment I just ordered from Singaporeand I’m going to enjoy every moment of this torture Brennan, Hey you plug in the shockers and bring in my equipment from my office” she ordered one of the junior gang members
{Sobbing} “I'm begging you, please! I'll do anything you ask. I'll hand over the deeds to my house, the documents to my wife's acres of land, my fleet of cars, and even my daughter's saved tuition money or even her hand in marriage she is young and very ready for marriage you could talk her as you please slave. Please spare me, I can even run errands for your organization, Just give me a second chance sir”
Frank passionately urged Brennan with a slew of tempting offers, even going as far as offering his stunning daughter's hand in marriage. Rumors in the pubs and clubs hinted that Brennan was open to giving second chances when the stakes were high, and this offer was undeniably one of the highest.
“Hey, remember what Grandaddy said? He wants you to tie the knot before the month ends, buddy. He's practically offering his daughter to you on a silver platter! You know how tough it is to find a good partner in London, man. And who cares about love anyway, right”? Amaya said with a sly grin on her face.
Amaya knew how much her older brother hated the idea of marriage or commitment he was more of an orgy guy, he loves multiple partners, he was a s*x machine, and he f**k’s who he wants and whenever he wants, this would be a new experience for him and she loved the idea of it.
“Hey pig !, I heard you say you were willing to give up your daughter for your life, right?, How old is she? And is she beautiful”?
“Yes ma’am, My Athena is a beautiful red-haired goddess, she is as beautiful as her mother ma’am and she is an 20-year-old adult” Frank replied with relief
“20-year- old she is but a child, Amaya! , you know that I like my women mature and willing, yes”?
Brennan said with a look of disgust and distaste on his wickedly handsome face
“Hey, Mister do you have a picture of her? let's get a glimpse of her”, Amaya asked in anger
“It’s in the left pocket of my suit ma’am” Frank hesitatingly showed it to them
“She is gorgeous…” Athena’s beauty took Amaya’s breath away
“Amaya give it here let me see”
“ She is, she is delicate and So ….”
To be Continued...