“You went to see her didn’t you?” Marco inquired.
He sat at the large desk of the office, his feet propped up on the desktop. The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up, the cuffs unbuttoned along with the collar of his shirt. His right hand raised a glass of whiskey to his lips.
I didnt respond.
Marco laughed.
“Alright. Alright. I got it boss.”
I couldn’t help but smirk turning to face my Consigliere silently.
He could tell by the look on my face that the wheels in my head had been turning and there was more than met the eye to my recent visit to see Elena.
“Alright boss. You’ve got to fill me in on what’s going on.” He retorted, as the demeanor of his face changed.
I reached down and picked up a black canvas dufflebag. With a heave I tossed it upon the desk in front of him.
His demeanor turned to curiosity as he shifted his eyes from me to the bag that lay before him.
He rose to his feet and towered over the bag. His hand found the zipper and he began to open it. It’s contents brought a cunning and cuniving grin to his face.
There within the canvas bag lay Charlie Duran’s .30 caliber carbine. The same carbine that he had used to shoot Antonio during his failed assassination attempt.
Elena’s naked body lay curled up within the warm embrace of Geist as she slumbered peacefully. His arms wrapped around her slender figure and she held him close.
While she slept, his eyes crept open.
Once he made sure that she was asleep, he switched gears and it was back to business. Ever the clever fox, Antonio sat up from the bed. He rose to his feet; careful not to wake the sleeping beauty that he had made love to so furiously.
His naked body crept through the dimly lit room, his eyes glancing across various items that belonged to Charlie Duran.
Not only was it enough that he had slept with his nemesis’s wife in the confines of his nemesis’s bed but now he was on the hunt for a special prize.
He slipped from the master bedroom down the dark corridor of a hallway into Charlie Duran’s home office.
As he stood there, his eyes scanned the contents of the room; most notably a black and white picture of Geist with the words ‘PUBLIC ENEMY #1’ sprawled in red marker across it.
He began thumbing through the stack of papers on top of his desk and was curious to see that very few of the folders actually contained files related to his criminal operations.
Only the top few files were of Geist and his associates.
The remainder were of various young women that he assumed Duran planned to sleep with behind Elena’s back.
As he slid open a drawer of the desk, he rambled through it pushing aside cigars and a pair of women’s panties.
At the bottom of the drawer, he checked for a false bottom. Sure enough, there was one.
He lifted it up and the sight within caught Geist’s attention.
An assortment of ball gags, butt plugs of differing sizes and shapes, a pair of glass dildos and a set of anal beads lay carefully arranged within.
“This fucking guy.” He whispered as he continued searching.
He checked the underside of the false bottomed drawer.
There was a key taped to the underside.
Bingo, he thought.
He removed the key and proceeded to search the room for a concealed door. He paused in thought, as his eyes darted around the confines of the room.
Finally, they fixated on the large display case containing Duran’s memorabilia.
He approached it carefully and searched for details.
With a nudge, it slid slightly. It had obviously been placed on concealed rollers which made the case mobile. It of course concealed a hidden door.
As he inserted the key and opened the door, he found within a small room, more like a walk in closet. Varying articles of Duran’s clothing hung upon racks on one side. On another, there were boxes of various calibers of ammunition stacked up beside loaded magazines and several firearms. Upon the central wall was a hole cut about waist level.
“I’m ready for your big creamy load Master.” A feminine voice called seductively.
“Please Master, let me suck your massive cock and reward me with your cum.”
Geist was puzzled.
His mind finally came to the conclusion.
The Maid.
Charlie Duran was keeping the Maid as his personal sex slave in some kind of hidden dungeon adjacent to his office.
Depending on his mood, he could utilize a homemade gloryhole or bring her directly into his study for any variety of sexual activities.
“You haven’t fed me today and I’m waiting. I’m hungry Master. Hungry for the contents of your massive cock.”
He turned to leave the room and found his prize.
The .30 caliber carbine.
He picked up the rifle and shoved it into a black canvas bag along with several loaded magazines.
He closed the door behind him and attempted to return the office to the state that he had found it.
He shouldered the black bag and headed back towards the bedroom.
As he got dressed and headed for the bedroom window, he stopped and returned to the sleeping Elena placing a kiss upon her cheek.
With that, he tossed the bag out the window and disappeared into the night.
“You got the carbine.” Marco repeated.
“Yes. The final pieces of the plan are coming together.”
“You’re really sure that we can trust Elena to keep her end of the deal?” Marco questioned.
“I can’t say but I suppose we’re going to find out. She’s taking him out to dinner to celebrate and see Sora. We’re going to need to create a diversion to keep federal agents away so we can snatch Duran. But first, the last step is to call a meeting with the Syndicate.”
Marco understood me.
Meanwhile, the young intern dashed from the bathroom of her apartment into the kitchen. She rushed to remove the contents of the microwave, so she could enjoy it while it was still hot. She pulled the carton of leftover Chinese food from the microwave and dashed back into her bedroom.
She set the carton on her nightstand and returned to the brightly lit bathroom as she dried her wet blonde hair.
The noise of the city provided ample backdrop as she prepared to wind down for the evening.
“You haven’t been at work lately. Where have you been?”
The voice made her freeze in her tracks.
“I’ve missed you.”
She turned towards the door and there was Charlie Duran standing in the doorway.
“I think you owe me an apology.” He said as his hand cupped the crotch of his pants.
“How’d you get in here?!” She nervously questioned.
He laughed.
“I make the demands and ask the questions in this city. You just do as you are told unless you wish for all kinds of bad things to happen, and believe me I can make them happen.”
He grabbed her firmly by her arm and yanked her into the living room.
“This is a nice place you’ve got here.” He snorted looking around the room.
“Very nice. But you know what’s missing?” He inquired.
“You’ve lost your mind!” She shouted.
“No. Im perfectly sane. But one phone call and you’ll be put away for a very long time unless you apologize to me.”
He used his large frame to force her to her knees.
“See. You’re going to tell me just how sorry you are while you give me a handjob.”
Duran had a thing about performing sex acts in places where the world could view him. His narcissistic mind wanted the world to view and envy the size of his genitals.
He began to undo his pants and allowed his swollen member to spill forth.
“Do it. Or I’ll break your fucking neck humping that pretty face again.”
She reluctantly took his penis into her hands and began running her soft hands along the length of his cock.
One hand cupped and kneaded his balls, while the other firmly tugged back and forth at his solid post. She licked her palm and applied it to her craft.
“That’s it. Now tell me you’re sorry for leaving me so backed up. Can’t you see how swollen my balls are because you haven’t done your job and emptied them.”
The shadows on the wall replicated the activity.
“Fuck.” He growled.
A giant burst of thick semen splattered all over the glass door leading out to the balcony. A second and third stream shot onto the glass, splattering about in some kind of disgusting artwork. His big load running down the glass. The heat of the seminal fluid left fog on the glass in its wake as it dribbled down.
“Good girl. Apology accepted.” He said as the shadow on the wall forced its erection into the mouth of the seated female and began thrusting its hips against her face.
An evil laugh escaped Charlie’s mouth.
For everything Charlie Duran had done in his life, he never would have imagined that his days were drawing to a close.
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