“For me?”
“Is your name Bianca Dean?”
“Yes.”
“Then it would be for you…” the delivery man said as he handed over the box and gave her an electronic device on which she was to sign her name.
“Thank you,” Bianca said as the man booked down the hallway off to his next delivery.
She grabbed a letter opener out of her desk and ran it along the seam of the box. As she opened it the fragrant scent of two dozen roses wafted out and greeted Bianca’s nose with pleasure. She lifted the vase of blooms out of the box and gasped at how beautiful they were. Two dozen white and pink roses were encased with a crystal vase. She had no doubt who they were from, but she grabbed the card anyhow.
To Bianca,
I want more. A driver will escort you to Le Noir Chaton.
I will await you there.
-Sir
Bianca’s heart began to thump inside her chest. That man definitely knew how to get her blood pumping. They had met daily, their encounters becoming more romantic, their bond becoming stronger. She wondered what more he wanted. The thought sent her mind spiraling to their last encounter, when he told her he wanted to run away with her to the South of France. The funny part was, although Bianca thought he was joking, Grant was dead serious.
Chapter Six
“Who the hell is at my door now?!” yelled Carolina Delagamo as she sucked on a cigar. She sat at her desk with her legs spread as Ronald Peck, the VP of Human Resources went to town eating her out.
“Really Ronald? Is that all you have for me today?!”
Ronald flicked his tongue more vigorously at her clit, but he didn’t seem to be getting the reaction he’d hoped for.
“Who is it?”
“Pete…”
“You might as well come in…”
Pete Gregory, the Senior Vice President of Accounting walked in and raised his eye as Ronald desperately tried to bring Carolina over the edge. Carolina wasn’t, though. She was just bored.
“Have a seat, Pete…” said Carolina as if she didn’t have a man between her legs.
“So, you know he hired a sweet young thing to replace Dorothy, right?”
“I saw… She looks like a little church girl.”
“Rumor is he’s banging her on the daily…”
“Shocking… He finally ended his dry patch.”
“She’s got roses on her desk, today… Must be getting serious.”
“Roses, huh? Not once in our thirteen year marriage did that bastard ever send me roses… This is prolematic,”
“Probably because he knew you were screwing everyone in the office.”
“Oh, shut up, Pete!
Carolina grabbed Ronald’s ears and violently shoved him off of her. Her pussy lay open and wet for everyone to see.
“Nicole! Come make yourself useful,” yelled Carolina to her secretary.
The sexy little blonde bopped over to Carolina and dropped to her knees, giving Pete a bird’s eye view of her round ass. She began rubbing her tongue along the lips until she had found her way into the wet and warm cortex of nerves.
“Want me to kiss you there?” asked Nicole.
“See, Pete… You should get your own little secretary skank. They are so thoughtful…”
“Yes, Nicole… That would be wonderful. Nobody kisses me like you do.”
Nicole swirled her tongue round and round, as if she was French kissing someone. Carolina’s clit acted as the other tongue, and as Carolina began to moan, Pete approached Nicole and spanked her on the ass.
“So, what should we do about Grant’s little play thing.”
“Get rid of her.”
“Fire her?”
“No… Scare the shit out of her. I’ll meet you tonight in the parking garage. She’s not soaking up my old life. No fucking way.”
Chapter Seven
Grant Peterman waited for Bianca to arrive as he relaxed in the VIP lounge at the ever so posh Le Noir Catan. A man with a white suit and white gloves brought Grant a tumbler of whiskey, but Grant did not touch his drink. He was deep in thought; pondering what he should say to Bianca tonight. He wondered if she would even believe him. He put on the act, he pretended he didn’t care about her, and only want her for her body. The fact was he was in love with her from the moment he saw her. He divorced his wife for being a sexual deviant, fucking everything in sight, not excluding the mail man, her secretaries at work, VP’s in various departments. Male or female, it didn’t matter. It wasn’t enough to quench Carolina’s desperate thirst for sex. After finding out about her misdeeds, Grant refused to touch her, and he got to keep the house in the divorce along with thirty percent of Delagamo Imports, much to Carolina’s dismay.
Grant grew to distrust women after Carolina, but somehow, he knew he could trust Bianca. She was down to earth, sweet and she wouldn’t hurt a fly. In their two months of seeing each other, he had quickly learned how genuine of a person she was.
Bianca rose from the black Escalade and made her way to the front door of Le Noir Catan. She didn’t know why she felt so nervous. They had gone out on dates before, but somehow this felt different. This felt serious.
The maitre’d escorted Bianca through a sea of tables and back into the plush VIP lounge where she found Grant brooding under the smoldering candle light of the candleabra hanging from the ceiling above. Her belly sunk when she saw him. He just looked so serious.
Grant rose from his seat to kiss Bianca hello. The maitre’d took her jacket and Grant pushed in her chair.
“I’m so glad you came…” said Grant looking nervous.
“Of course I did. Is everything okay?”
“Fine… Fine… How was your day?”
“Very nice. Thank you for the flowers. What is this more you speak of?”
“I have a confession to make…”
Bianca gazed into Grant’s eyes wondering what it was that he had to tell her.
“We have a very physical relationship… but I need more. I’ve adored you since the moment I first saw you. At first, I thought it was an opportunity to make my wife jealous, but… I love you.”
“You wanted to use me to make your ex-wife jealous?”
“There is always potential for that,” Grant said as he winked.
“I love you, too, Grant. I’m so afraid Carolina will find out.”
“That is actually what this dinner is about.”
“Oh?”
“I don’t want to hide anymore. I want us to take a sabbatical. Go to my home in Cannes and get to know each other on a more intimate level; heart to heart. Without being under the watchful eyes of security and my ex-wife.”
“France? Are you serious?!”
“This is not just about sex. I love you. I want you to see what life with me will be like.”
“This is so sudden, Grant…”
“Is it? We’ve made love every day in my office for the past two months. I can’t be without you…”
“I’ll do it. France?! Oh, my God!”
Grant pulled Bianca into a kiss, knowing full well that Carolina’s guard was watching them from outside the restaurant.
Chapter Eight
Grant walked Bianca back to work, covering her shoulders with his suit jacket so that she didn’t get cold. As they approached the parking garage, Grant pulled her in tight.
“We’ll leave on Friday. Don’t worry about packing too much. We’re going to hit the French boutiques while we’re there for anything you might need.”
Bianca smiled and kissed him on his lips.
“Goodnight, Sir…”
“Goodnight, Beautiful…”
Bianca walked to her car as she pulled her car keys out of her purse. The parking lot was dark, but she knew exactly where she had parked her car. She began to get a nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach. Suddenly, from the darkness of the parking garage two large men dressed in black grabbed her by her arms. Bianca screamed as she tried to break free.
“No use, protestin’ darlin… Nobody can hear you down here.”
“Time to go for a ride with us… We promise it will be exciting.”
Bianca spit in the one’s face and kneed the other in his groin. The let go of her momentarily; just enough time to allow her to run for her life. She wouldn’t get far though. The tallest of the men caught up to her and grabbed her by the back of her hair. He didn’t even bother grabbing her arm. He dragged her behind him like a beast as she screamed bloody murder.
“This bitch sure does make a lot of noise!”
“Just get her in. We’ll quiet her down.”
Violently, Bianca was pushed into the back of a black unmarked car. She tried banging on the windows but before she could she was thrown on the back seat of the car into the lap of another man. He held her arms so she couldn’t protest as the other two men tore her dress off of her, leaving nothing but her thong panties on.
“Mmm… Now I see what Grant was raving about.”
“Look at those tits…”
“Once we’re done with you, he won’t want you anymore.”
“Get off of me!”
“We’re just getting warmed up darlin’!”
The man held Bianca down as he ran his tongue along her neck.
“What are you waiting for? Fuck the CEO’s whore!”
“Get off of me, you bastards!” Bianca screamed.
“I’m getting hard just from her screams.”
The shorter of the two men began biting Bianca all over her body. He started with her hands and worked his way up to her breasts. He was animalistic and bit her nipple hard causing her to scream. He drew blood from the sheer force of his bite.
“Spread her legs.”
“No! Stop!”
The men spread Bianca’s legs as requested, their dicks pushing hard into her back. Their fingers dug hard into her thighs. The shorter man approached her again and plunged two fingers into her pussy.
“Mmmm… Carolina will like this…. I think I wouldn’t mind having a piece of that ass.”
Suddenly the door of the car opened, and Carolina appeared dressed in little more than a g-string, a pair of stillettos and a black trench. She discarded the trench on the garage floor. She looked over her ex-husband’s new girlfriend with disgust.
“He traded in vintage wine for a cheap beer…”
“Pete… Ronald… keep her in just that position. It’s actually quite nice…”
“Fucking bitch! Stay away from me!”
“You? You’re nothing more than a bottom feeding skank. I will do whatever I please. I can’t wait to see Grant’s face when he hears I had a taste of his sweet cherry pie.”
“Fuck you, psycho cunt!”
Carolina did not bother listening, and she swept her fingers up Bianca’s leg. Bianca was so angry that Carolina was able to produce an erotica sensation within her.
“You get wet just with my touch…”
“Get off of me…”
“What you thought your ‘Sir’ was the only one who could.”
Carolina continued kissing her lips against Bianca’s thighs until Carolina had let her long tongue plunge into Bianca’s wet pussy. She held Bianca’s cum in her mouth. Carolina reached for Pete’s tie and pulled him in for a kiss.
“Isn’t she delicious?” Carolina asked.
“Not as delicious as you…” Pete said to Carolina grabbing her right breast.
Carolina slapped Pete’s hand as she dove in for another sample. Tears streamed down Bianca’s face as she felt Carolina lick her most private area. Carolina’s mouth overflowed with warm cum from Bianca’s pussy, and this time she passed it on to Ronald.
“See Ronald that is how you make a woman cum…”
“You were always the best teacher…” Ronald said after he swallowed Bianca’s cum down his throat.
“Can I have some more?” Pete said, looking eager.
“Don’t worry, everyone will get their drink tonight.”
Carolina went for another lick, the white sheen of Bianca’s cum shining over Carolina’s face.
“You see, Bianca. My husband is a greedy man. Surely, he didn’t think he could not share you with the other board members or my upper management, or me. He wants to keep you all to himself.”
Carolina penetrated Bianca with her tongue moving in and out of her pussy causing her to scream and cry at the same time. Carolina smiled as she licked Bianca’s cum off of her lips. She propped herself on the opposite limo set and spread her legs for Pete and Ronald’s pleasure.
“Now Bianca… Don’t you want to return the favor?”
“No, you fucking whore!”
“Get her on her knees!” yelled Carolina.
But before Ronald and Pete could reply, a shadow darkened the entrance to the garage.
“We have company…” Pete said nonchalantly.
“Let him come… He always loved seeing my naked ass.”
From outside the limo, a deep baritone yelled.
“Carolina! Let her go!”
“Mmmm… Do you hear the intensity in his voice? I’m sure I could coax him into coming to play with us…” said Carolina with a sly smile.
She exited the limo with nothing on but her black g-string and her stilleto heels. She pranced towards Grant, squeezing her tits for his pleasure. She loved trying to seduce him.
“Let her the fuck go, Carolina!”
“Only if you come and play.”
“This ain’t a fucking game!”
Carolina was just inches from Grant, she spun around so that her ass rubbed up against his dick. Despite his greatest wishes, he became hard at the sight of her voluptuous ass and perfectly perky breasts.
“Everything is a game… And you are all my pawns.”
“Bring me to her.”
“Take me right here, Grant… Right on the roof of this car.”
“And get herpes? No thanks.”
“I’m going to ask one more time… Bring me to Bianca.”
Grant grabbed a gun from under his pant leg and cocked it. He pressed the cold metal of the gun in between her breasts.
“Bring me to her now.”
Carolina looked serious now and she backed up while Grant pushed forward. As he approached the vehicle, he shot out both front tires, and immediately opened the door to find Ronald sucking on Bianca’s breast while Pete dipped his finger in and out of her pussy. Every time she cried, they hit her.
“Get off of me!”
She was helpless to their control. She didn’t have enough strength to fight back against both of them. They didn’t stop when Grant opened the door, assuming it was Carolina. Pointing his gun at the head of Ronald, Grant shot him at point blank range. He attempted to get Pete too, but he escaped with Carolina, her bare ass running to the private elevators that would lead to her office.
Picking up his crying girlfriend, he wrapped her in his jacket as he pulled her from the car. She sobbed into his shoulder until they got to his home in Sacramento.
“I will get her back for this. I swear to God.”
“I know you will…”
“I need to take care of this before we go anywhere. In the meantime, you will stay here.”
Bianca looked up at the house that lay before her. It was sprawling, with five bedrooms, an inground pool and one of the most beautiful gardens she had ever seen.
“Carolina basically said I was just sex to you.”
“Nothing could be further from the truth. Now come into my home. I will not sleep until that woman has paid for her misdeeds.”
The End
For anyone chasing their dreams,
make this grey world colourful.
Chapter One
Creed
I’d fucked up big time. This was not where I was supposed to be. Metal jangles around my wrists as I sit silently in the back of the transport truck. It rocks gently side to side as we head down a dirt track into the middle of nowhere. Prison. Fucking prison.
How could I have been stupid enough to get caught? I put my head in my hands and groan softly, causing the officers either side of me to glance over suspiciously. There had to be a fucking rat amongst my men. A traitor. I was always meticulous, something my father taught me. I never left any stone unturned. Burn it all, bleach it, wipe it down, dispose of it―I did them all to ensure that not even a smudged partial print could be found. Rat. And when I found out who it was, I was going skin them alive. But first I had to clear my name. I was guilty of my crimes, there's no doubt about that but there's no way in hell anyone should have been able to prove it. Men like me didn’t just get caught by chance. I’d been groomed for this role since I was ten. I’d spent a short stint in a Juvenile Detention Centre when I fucked up at fourteen and never looked back. My father made sure I’d learned my lesson. Idiots get caught. Incompetence and stupidity were two things he could not tolerate. He was a hard man, Augustine Creed, and I had to face some harsh truths about the world from a young age but it made me who I am today, it elevated me to The Left Hand.
We finally pull up outside Ogmore Grange prison and I can feel a chill in my bones. I’d never been here before; we always ensured that any of ours were taken care of in Kenfig Prison back in Newtown. We ran that shithole. But this, this was new territory. I needed a plan, I have enemies. Lots of them. All dying to be the one who teaches Elijah Creed, The Left-Hand, a lesson. Being in the Mafia wasn’t like the movies, they barely scratched the surface. It was bloodier, dirtier and the risk of death was higher. Julian, my boss, ran Newtown mostly undetected and off the radar. He hid in the shadows of the city that never slept like his father and his father before him. I was being shipped out to the suburbs, to where the authorities assumed I'd be too far out of reach to cause trouble. They were clueless. They underestimated who I was. I was The Left-Hand not only because I was smart, reliable and from a Mob family but because I was also ruthless, merciless and violent. The bloodier, the better. Messed up was often a word used when people spoke of me in hushed tones and I didn’t give a shit.
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