INICIAR SESIÓNGeoffrey halted at a dark corridor. He wanted to be patient. A dark figure walked into the narrow passage between the concrete block of flats. When he saw him, he ran back. Geoffrey reversed the car and headed in his direction. The man disappeared down another corridor.Geoffrey followed slowly, taking in the small spaces between the buildings. He paused at the edge of one of the buildings.The man stepped out; and Geoffrey was leaning on his car, lighting a cigarette.His voice mumbled as he inhaled the white smoke."This is the end; no more rat chase, Yamalenko."Yamalenko gave up and approached him. His eyes were looking sideways."Who are you?" "How do you know my name?" he asked.Geoffrey opened the front seat. He turned. Yamalenko obeyed after seeing a pistol strapped around his waist.They drove out of the shanty town and into the city via another dark passage under a bridge.Geoffrey maintained his focus on the wheel. Yamalenko didn't know where he was going. As long as Stark
The tides were shifting. The storm still swept across the entire city of London. Not a physical storm, but a mental and emotional battle between the haves and have-nots.Yelena ended up in an Airbnb with Garrett. After all, one last time won’t hurt. She took off her heels very fast, kissing Garrett and holding his back. The man grabbed her butt as they proceeded to the bed.No questions, straight up to the bed. The night was cold, quiet, and calm—a perfect world for their indulging. Garrett took off her dress. Yelena lay on the bed naked. Garrett pulled her thongs with his teeth. Yelena grabbed his head and forced him up.She sucked his cold pink lips until they were wet. She spread her legs over the bed and Garrett slid into her. She grabbed him and pinned him between her legs. She moaned. He moved, slowly digging into her until she could feel it there, in her g-spot. Garrett pulled out and turned her.“You like to spoon a lot,” she whispered, turning on one side.Garrett lifted one
Evania sat across the table, staring at Montgomery. Elvis stood behind her, squeezing and playing with a small tennis ball. Mr. Freeman locked eyes with her.Evania’s face glowed. She chuckled before leaning forward. Her voice dropped low. “So, if you know where the killer is, why don't you just record a testimony? It could help,” she suggested.Mr. Freeman drawled, and the leather of his chair creaked as he stretched his tie. He sighed. “Yamalenko escaped. No one knows where he is.”Montgomery cleared her throat. “There was a sighting of blood stained hay at one of the barns. He might have jumped into one of those trucks,” she said.Evania clutched her bag. Finally, she had some leverage over Starkov, even though Yamalenko was still loose. There was hope. She stood up, cleared her throat, and turned to the door. Elvis stepped aside to let her pass. They all watched as she walked out. Elvis tried to speak, but Montgomery shut the door and turned to him.“Don't even try it,” she w
“Focus Media emerges as the frontrunner of the much-anticipated London Festival.”The words struck Jonathan hard. It was the undeniable truth: his company was slowly drowning.One of his own reporters, had covered the entire story. He even wrote about the conversation with Tom Billings. Finley dropped the papers on Jonathan’s desk. Jonathan stared at Yelena's face on the cover of the newspaper. Her eyes seemed to pierce through his soul. Her open lips looked like a witch smiling at him in a mean way.Even Evania, down in the newsroom, read the news. She sat in the editorial section of the lifestyle magazine. She read the entire article from start to finish. Becky watched her from across the room. She shook her head because Evania had been buried in the newspaper for hours. Becky stood up and walked over. Evania did not even flinch or turn around. Becky grabbed the papers out of her hands.She cleared her throat. “How long do you plan on torturing yourself?”Evania turned away. She
“You’re already deep in this. Just play your part well,” Yelena said.Dick stared at his computer setup. He watched Yelena leave his room and looked back at the papers in his hand. He shook his head. He sat in his chair and clipped the small microphone to his collar.The photo of Jonathan feeding Evania at the restaurant spread across the internet like wildfire. The whole city talked about it. Every entertainment blog and news site posted the image, except for Walter Media. The photo made its rounds everywhere.Evania pulled her small grey jacket over her head to hide her face. She used the back door to get inside the building. The front entrance was flooded with paparazzi waiting to question her. Recently, she and Jonathan had told the press it was just a work relationship. The photo showed something else. It was more than work.She stood by a window and looked down at the hungry journalists. Becky was looking for her everywhere. She finally found Evania on the stairs. Evania had s
Yamalenko gasped as the air in the room felt thin and cold. Starkov lifted the man's chin with the muzzle of a cold pistol, his eyes showing no mercy. On a small screen nearby, the video recording played on a loop, exposing the audio clip to the entire world. Starkov watched it for a moment with a grim smile. Then, without a word, he hit Yamalenko with the back of the weapon, knocking him out immediately.Starkov grabbed a white napkin from Vlad’s hand and cleaned his fingers with slow, deliberate movements. He turned his wrist and checked the time. It was 9:40 am. He had exactly ten minutes to make it to the most important event of the season. He glanced at the unconscious man on the floor and scoffed. With a wave of his hand, he signaled his men to carry him back to the shipping container.The event was an exclusive meeting held at the magnificent Dom Hotel. It pulled in only the notable investors and the richest families from London and beyond. Inside, the mood was electric. A live
Geoffrey drove his boss home immediately after work; as usual, silence accompanied their journey through the streets.Through the rearview mirror, he noticed that his boss's eyes were heavy and drooping. Jonathan’s gaze was unfocused, as if he were barely holding on.Once they arrived at his lonely
“That was so reckless of you,” Mrs. Walter argued, her gloomy face fixed on Elizabeth.Yelena sighed, then glanced at the old woman's lined face. Their trip with Elizabeth all the way to the office on Regent Street meant nothing but urgency.“I'm sorry, ma'am, but we're going to fix it,” she pleade
“Right there,” Evania murmured, pointing at the vast Princes Arcade.Geoffrey halted the shiny black sedan a few inches from the pavement. Jonathan looked on as her silky dress scratched the leather covering the backseat.“Guess we'll carry on with our tête-à-tête after your little meet-up,” Jona
Evania woke up as early as six o'clock. She had dozed off after accidentally writing the weird late night text. She was still soaked in guilt and embarrassment that morning. She kept whispering and praying on her way to work, asking for protection from Jonathan’s inevitable scolding.Jonathan was al







