I WANT MY WIFE DEAD. HER BROTHER WANTED ME DEAD."I... I don't want to listen to you." Elvis stuttered in front of Mia."You don't have a choice, if you do, I would have let you know that you do. But, no, you don't have a choice.""But..."Mia cut Elvis off from the words she was about to say. She pulled closer to him in such a way that her chest was pressing on his chest, and worse, she was braless.Mia knew what she was doing. She wanted to use what she had to get what she wanted. But then, she was clouded by the pleasure she had had the previous day.She loved the way Elvis took her. The way he kissed her was very rough, as if he didn't, he would die. The way he pressed himself into her.The way he squeezed her boobs and bit her nipples like they offended him.Mia loved the way Elvis slid himself into her without protection. She loved the way he took control of her mentality, and slammed himself uncontrollably into her.She loved each drop of warmth from his precum, and when he cum

SWEET RETALIATION.Evans jolted to his feet to gaze squarely at Elvis, "What do you think you're doing? Why are you facing me like this, coward?"Elvis shrugged, "I'm doing nothing extraordinary, I only told you about what you're supposed to know, which you don't."Elvis moved to the table and leaned closer to Evans, placing his hands on the table. "See my friend, for example, he has no dad, that's right, but he never lets anyone worry about him, especially about his future.''Elvis pointed his thumb at Sammy, who was behind him. "My friend, if you don't know, knows who he wants to be and he is working towards becoming that, but you? Everyone knows your dad is working his ass off for you when you're this grown. Aren't you supposed to have a little shame?""Will you shut..."Elvis cut Evans off his words, "Ugh... What amused me more is that you have no shame at all, you are not moved and you play dirty without a sense."Evans lost it, he hopped onto the table and charged at Elvis, who

NO, NOT THAT HOSPITAL.Gregory was in front of Elvis, and Elvis was shocked to see him. That was not their plan.Two days ago, when Elvis met up with Gregory in his home, where he lived with his wife and daughter........"I've come up with a chance to get you and your family to safety," Elvis told Gregory, for the old man had been restless recently."How? There is no way, Elvis. Mr Moore would get my daughter and torture me to death after he sees what I did to his daughter." Gregory panicked.Elvis crossed his legs on each other on the sofa he was sitting on, "Calm down and listen to me.""How can you be calm in a situation like this?"Elvis shrugged his shoulders and yawned tiredly, "I'm not calm on the inside, but outside, I'm trying to be calm.""You shouldn't be calm, we are killing someone," Gregory said to Elvis, almost spelling out his frustration."I know, and that is why you've got to calm down, or you might be killed first."That took a toll on Gregory, and he pulled himsel

YOUR WORDS AGAINST YOURS.Elvis stood by the side in the ward, and his dry eyes were focused on the family trying to accept what the doctor had just announced to them. Their beloved daughter and sister, whom every one of them loved, was dead, and she died in their hospital.The same hospital they always used to experiment on other people's children and to kill them, to which Elvis was the only survivor, that same hospital ate the soul of the family's favourite.Ophar grabbed Jordan's hand and wailed, "This is all you. This is your fault. You have been doing things to other people here, and you assured me that nothing would go wrong, but now see, everything has gone wrong, you took my daughter from me."Jordan was frozen on his spot. He didn't move any part of his body, and he didn't talk. His face was rigid, and his jaw and hands were clenched.He was wallowing in his regrets, "I should have picked that bastard's call since the first day. I should have come home to visit my daughter.