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Breaking Locks One.
Three weeks of hiding, even in the most luxurious hotel the city of Buea had to offer did Marcelo Marchesa no good. He was a messenger. His job was to travel around the world. He was a neutral link to all the biggest and baddest cartels in the world; even the enemies. He had only one rule: stay neutral.One rule by which he could have had the world at his feet. But because of some stupid greedy issues, he'd kicked out the golden life and now had to live like a refugee.Normally a refugee like him would go to Singapore or Cancun or some fancy place for safety but because the Russian mafia weren't stupid bullshiters, he had to find the most discreet location he could. It would have never been his idea; it was his sister's: Serena, to seek refuge in the coast, west of Africa; precisely Cameroon.True enough, no one was ever going to find him there. And it could only last till Damian Belikov
Breaking Locks Two
Her little encounter with the white guy hadn't passed unnoticed. Her friends had buzzed about it for like an hour, even forgotten about the birthday they were celebrating. Once the topic went low key, the girls began their celebration proper. But as much as she tried to enjoy the moment, his face, his body building, his amber brown eyes, his voice, his accent! Oh that accent! It all haunted her psyche. It got worse when he came back and settled at the other end from where they were having their party. His nose looked red, he had a pair of dark shades on. He wore the same white shorts he had on the first time he came out but with now a white tank top that showcased his toned muscled arms. He laid on a beach stretcher and seemed to be in another planet.Jasmine found the freedom to stare at him as much as she wanted. For she felt like he wasn't even one bit interested in looking their way. But this wasn't the case. As she stared at him so did
Breaking Locks Three
Tossing and turning on her bed all night, Jasmine couldn't bring herself to sleep. So bad it started annoying her little sister with whom she shared a room. The little Jenna had to escape up to her mother's bed; who was working a night shift.By the early cold hours of the morning, she was already up and in the kitchen. Cooking was one of her passions and also it helped her relief stress. And she was so stressed. She barely had an hour of sleep in six, and still hadn't been able to kick the thought of the Italian 'guappo' out of her head.The clock read 06:14 and Jasmine had already made a tray full of pancakes and was still making more. She knew in the back of her mind that her mother would skin her alive if all of it wasn't eaten but she was too preoccupied to care. Sounds of kitchen utensils hitting against each other could be heard all through the house.A visibly very annoyed Jessie enter the kitchen looking
Breaking Locks Four
For the past thirty minutes they just sat at the table, trying to avoid each other's eyes. Jasmine fumbled with her phone. Marcelo had two but couldn't focus on anything other than the beauty in front of his eyes. And when she'll look back, he'd turn his eyes away. He got frustrated with the silence and decided to force up a conversation,"So, tell me a little about yourself chicca?""Uhm! What?" She wasn't expecting he would start up a conversation."Dios!" He rolled his eyes, "Just tell me about you. This silence is uncomfortable and I hate it." Marcelo grumbled,"You! It's like you don't know how to tolerate people. You're so grumpy.""I am just not a tolerant person and this..." He scowls and scans the ice cream shop where they sat, "this place is not my setting.""You said I should take you to my favourite place; well, here we are.""
Breaking Locks Five
For the past thirty minutes they just sat at the table, trying to avoid each other's eyes. Jasmine fumbled with her phone. Marcelo had two but couldn't focus on anything other than the beauty in front of his eyes. And when she'll look back, he'd turn his eyes away. He got frustrated with the silence and decided to force up a conversation,"So, tell me a little about yourself chicca?""Uhm! What?" She wasn't expecting he would start up a conversation."Dios!" He rolled his eyes, "Just tell me about you. This silence is uncomfortable and I hate it." Marcelo grumbled,"You! It's like you don't know how to tolerate people. You're so grumpy.""I am just not a tolerant person and this..." He scowls and scans the ice cream shop where they sat, "this place is not my setting.""You said I should take you to my favourite place; well, here we are."
Breaking Locks Six
Nothing ever scared Jasmine as what she felt in that moment, when Marcelo kissed the life out of her lips. As she laid there on her bed, in the middle of the night, unable to sleep, her mind knotted hard on the memory: his touch; how his hands moved over her body, across her skin, gently caressing every spot he touched in the most erotic manner ever. The possessiveness of his lips against hers; never leaving her a second of control. It was all him. Even when she'd been so weak in her knees that she couldn't stand, he'd been her pillar: taking her small frame up to meet his movements, his demands. God! If not for the fact that she could still hear herself think, she would have been helpless in stopping him from taking her right there.Now she wondered: "what will he be thinking of me?" What will he be thinking of her? Because she'd discarded him horribly when she'd felt his hands slipping under her shirt. It felt good! Really
Breaking Locks Seven
"Hello to you too Marcelo. Could you move your car? I'm trying to get a taxi." Jasmine faked a smile. It wasn't entirely fake. She was thrilled to see him again but she didn't have to make it obvious, did she?"but I am offering you a ride, aren't I?" Marcelo brought off his eyes a pair of dark sunshades."Thank you but no thank you.""Oh andiamo Jasmine! Don't be like that. I'll just take you home. If you say no, I'll follow you to your house anyway.""what? You're crazy! Get out of my way Mars;""Mars? Look at that! You already found me a cute nickname too. adoro.""Not amused! Get out of my way Marcelo, my mother's waiting for me at home." Jasmine grumbled. She already felt super embarrassed about her appearance and now he wasn't really given her breathing space."I'm serious. You can be stubborn about but it won't change a single thing."
Breaking Locks Eight
The best things about Jasmine's mother's job was her night shifts seemed to always fall when she needed them to fall. Like tonight when she was having her very first romantic date with Marcelo. It was also very favourable that her big sister had no plans on going out: then the little devilish little sister was definitely rattling them both out. But now with one person around, they could cover for the other.Jasmine was more worried about her outfit. She'd gone through her suitcases like a million times since she got home from the market. She'd finally settled for a white dress borrowed from her sister, paired with her favourite blue jacket to keep out the chill of the night.She didn't exactly tell Jessie where she was off to but did tell her it was a date. She left the house about fifteen minutes after her mother, hop into a taxi and left.She arrived the resort a few minutes later than the set time. He was alrea
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