In the living room, Pat was standing at the center, surrounded by men in suits. They were Michaelās men and Michael was dominating one of the chairs, facing Pat, his stormy gaze fixed upon hers, a gun in his hand.
Pat hated being caught unawares. Here was her target. How had he known to come here? She wondered. She mentally kicked herself for not checking before opening the door. Although that wouldnāt have helped, because Michael and his men would have forced their way in.
On the other hand, if she had checked, she would have quickly gone back inside, killed the brat, and escaped through the window. She had been so sure it was one of her stupid neighbors, there to ask for something as usual.
Did they think she was a supermarket? But she often helped them out to maintain her cover there as a nice and innocent girl. Now she was surrounded. And that t
Hours later, Zee woke up on the bed. She was back in her marital bedroom. The first thing she observed was that she was feeling fine. Didnāt Pat injure her neck? Slowly, her hand reached for the side of her neck. She felt a plaster there. Michael must have cleaned her wounds. Looking down at herself, she saw that he had changed her clothing. She was now wearing a bland satin dress she had picked out to use as house wear during the shopping he had taken her. She also noticed that Michael was not there on the bed. Daylight was slipping in through the slightly open drapes. The time on the wall clock told her it was 7:05 am. She had slept for a long time. How she had been able to sleep peacefully without any nightmare was a wonder. Then she remembered Michael injecting her arm with something after which she had passed out. He always seemed to be prepare
Hearing his words, she still pleaded, even though she knew there would be no mercy. āPlease, Michael have mercy.ā āI remember you calling my bluff.ā āIām sorry, I wonāt do it again.ā āThe reason I called you was because I suddenly got restless with the knowledge of you out there. Thatās why I called and gave you that ultimatum. I had no idea that you were in danger. Instead of you coming home, you were mouthing off to me. Me, Elizabeth. You had the guts and you were mouthing off to me.ā His hand was still caressing her hair gently. āIām very sorry, Michael please forgive me.ā āIf you had come home, all these would not have happened.ā āI swear, I wonāt do it again.ā āI know you wonāt. Get back to the bar or youāll be getting sixteen. Or do you want to call my bluff again?ā She shook her head, still clinging to his sturdy frame. āGet back to the bar.ā He said and took his hand off her hair. āGet back there
They stood there in the vineyard, kissing. Zee could feel butterflies in her stomach, but she could not tell him that she loved him. Her fear of him was always holding her back. She didnāt know when she would get over it. They returned home, hot for each other and Michael laid her down on the bed, playing with her body. With his silk ties, he restrained her arms to the bed and kept sucking her pussy until she begged him to take her. Zee was undone. Her hips raised off the bed, tense and expectant, willing him to take her. He slid a finger into her wet hot core, feeling her desire. He groaned at her readiness. āYouāre beautiful.ā He whispered. āSo beautiful.ā In his arms, Zee always felt beautiful, especially when he was adoring her body and playing her expertly like this. He withdrew his finger from her molten core and pushed it back in, taking her with the firmness of his finger until she felt a surge of energy, threatening to make her explod
As Zee stared at the card of pills, her mind was in chaos, rendering her speechless. āI asked you a question. What the hell is this?ā Zee swallowed hard. She forced her mouth open, croaking out her response. āIāve stopped. Iāve stopped taking it.ā āThatās not the answer to my question. Tell me what the hell this is.āā āItāsā¦itās birth control, but Iāve stoppedā¦ā āHow long have you been on this?ā āItās not beenā¦ā āHow long?ā he hissed. āAbout a month ago. Maybe a little beforeā¦before a month ago.ā āSo in the end, this is exactly what Pat was talking about. She was talking about you, killing our seed.ā āPlease, itās not likeā¦ā āThis explains your disappearances right after we make love. Everything is clear now.ā āPlease I have already stopped taking theā¦ā she began desperately, but couldnāt go on as in anger, he started pacing about the space he dominated. One angry hand came up to
Lilly looked at her Boss. A steady storm of anger was blazing through him. His jaw was set in a hard line, eyelashes slightly narrowed. She knew that it would be a grave error for him to get his hands on Zee right now. āMama Lil, please kindly step aside.ā He told her. His voice was not raised, but it was laced with rage. āMichael, please, whatever the problem is, it can be resolved, but not in the state youāre both in, especially you, Michael.ā Lilly was the only Staf that called Michael by his name whenever she wanted. Lilly was like a second mother to him ever since she had come into his home. He sometimes sought her advice, mostly over emotional matters. Plus, she had been with the Rays for a long time. That was why he called her Mama Lil. Even his siblings called her that way. Although it was Princess who had given her that name. āYou donāt want to know what she has done,ā Michael said. āPlease, just step aside and let me deal with this.ā
Zee's heart was still pounding as Michael carried her back to their bedroom. Once he opened the door, a sniffle escaped her lips and a fresh outburst of tears took over her, surrendering her to body wracking sobs. Michael knew she was crying out of her fear of him, thinking he was still going to drill her. He could feel the slight tremors of her body against his. āShh.ā He said gently. āIām not going to touch you, I promise.ā he assured her, walking inside the room, shutting the door, and setting her down on her feet. āStop crying, itās okay. Iām not that angry anymore, I promise. Come here.ā He hugged her and kissed her sweaty forehead. āItās okay, Baby. Stop crying.ā He gently caressed her hair, speaking softly to her. He soothed her that way until she stopped crying. āThatās it.ā He encouraged. āCome with me.ā He released her from his embrace and stared into her damp eyes. āTrust me, okay?ā She nodded. āCome and sit with me. I want to listen to you
The following morning, Michael brought Zee breakfast in bed. He had made it himself. The breakfast consisted of banana pancakes and richly made coffee. She thanked him and enjoyed it. Later, under a surreal-looking sunny sky, Zee found herself learning self-defense moves with a security agent Michael had assigned to help her. They were in an open field somewhere in the Ray estate. Michael was drinking chilled soda as he watched Zee from the car. Dressed all sporty for the lesson, she was sweaty and exhausted. The lesson had been going on for an hour. She gave him a pleading look in between blocking a mock punch directed at her face. "I'm tired." She gasped out, frowning with exasperation, her voice, whiny. It was the fourth time she was telling him that. She had started complain
Michael's eyes were shut as he waited for the result of her decision. Frankly, he could not predict her action right now, and he didn't even want to do that. "Kill me now, Zee." He urged her without opening his eyes. Zee still had the gun pointing at his chest. Her mind was a whirlwind. A heavy feeling of dejection had overcome her system. It told her that love conquered all. Still, her finger went for the trigger and touched it. She knew that they could both hear the cock of the gun. She noticed no tension from Michael. What a Don, she thought. Then she pulled the trigger, releasing a couple of bullets as her shots were fired. *** Michael slowly opened his eyes and saw her. Zee had her back to him. She had turned and taken the s