Sitting together on the long sofa in the living room, Marvin and Emily talked and drank.Mostly it was Emily speaking, while Marvin listened and responded occasionally, drawing her out with gentle questions.“It feels strange,” Emily said midway through their conversation.“What does?” Marvin asked.“Talking like this. Usually, when I drink and talk with a man, I’m the one asking questions and listening. Tonight it feels exactly the opposite.”“You mean from your old job at the nightclub?”“Exactly. It might sound odd to you, but honestly… I actually enjoyed being a hostess. Sitting with clients, listening to their stories. Of course it wasn’t always easy—like those nights I couldn’t bring in customers at all, and Damian made me stand outside on the street trying to lure people in. But when everything went smoothly… I actually enjoyed it.”Emily paused to sip her drink. Marvin sipped his too, watching her closely from the corner of his eye, noticing every small movement.Eventually, h

Emily’s soft cries stoked Marvin’s desire to burning heights.His tongue moved more boldly against her most sensitive place, while his hands cupped her breasts firmly, as though holding something precious he dared not let slip.“Oh, Marvin… I’m… I’m coming…” Emily gasped.Moments later, a warm, sweet release spilled from her.Marvin closed his eyes and let her finish. The scent of her rose up, rich and heady, making his own pulse thunder.He pulled back and sat upright. Glancing down, he saw that his weapon had returned—hard, full, and throbbing with its own heartbeat.He wrapped one hand around it, guiding his length toward her.Emily saw what he meant to do. She looked at him, then met his gaze fully. Her eyes seemed to say, ‘Come on. Put it inside me.’Marvin gave a faint nod. He brushed the tip against her, tracing the soft, damp edges.“Ohhhh….”Emily’s cry made restraint nearly impossible. He steadied himself, then pressed forward, entering her slowly.Glup!“Ohhh…”One long, tr

The taxi carrying Emily crawled through heavy traffic. The morning rush was still far from clearing. It would be some time yet before the road opened up.Sitting in the back seat, Emily drew her coat tight, legs crossed, phone resting in her lap. She glanced at the phone screen again and again, as if half-expecting a message.“Is there no faster way to get there?” she asked.The driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror. “Hard to slip out of this stretch in this congestion. Best be patient. A little further on we’ll turn left. The traffic clears right up there.”He gestured toward the navigation display. Emily glanced at it, sighed in frustration, and turned to stare out the window.She was in a terrible hurry. More precisely, she was terrified of being late. Something told her danger was closing in on the girl she was rushing to meet.Back at Marvin’s penthouse, her cousin’s call had come as a shock. She had just arrived at Murndale Station, lost and unsure where to go. Emily was

The dark blue sedan pulled into the garage of a two‑storey house standing on a generous plot of land.There was nothing outwardly suspicious about the place. Plain, unremarkable in every detail. The neighbourhood itself lay well beyond the city’s bustle. Even at this hour of the morning, hardly any traffic passed along the road outside.The garage door rolled shut automatically, plunging everything into shadow. Josh stepped out of the car and flipped a switch on the wall. Light flooded the space. A black jeep and two motorcycles stood parked nearby.“Get out,” Josh ordered, his pistol drawn once more.Emily stepped out first, moving slowly, uncertain. She turned back and gently guided a visibly terrified Lisa from the car.“You are on my property now. Around here, people mind their own business. If either of you is thinking about screaming for help, just don’t. I can assure you, no one will come running.”Josh spoke matter‑of‑factly, yet every word carried a quiet, unmistakable threa

Half an hour had passed since Walter dropped away from the black SUV. He leaned back and lit his third cigarette, smoke curling into the air.‘Something is not right,’ he told himself.His mind had been fixed on Marvin ever since, wondering what state he was in. Had he won the fight? Had he found the woman he came for? However strong Marvin was, Walter’s worry would not fade. Marvin had gone in blind with rage. And he knew more than anyone, anger could be a fatal flaw.‘I hope this is just a foolish thought of mine,’ Walter thought.But the feeling clung to him, stubborn as ever. With every exhale of smoke, he pictured Marvin down there, alone. He only hoped Baron had moved fast, sending his men to help him.Meanwhile, Baron had just arrived at the two‑storey house with the wide garage.He stood in the yard with some twenty members of the Black Skull—all armed with pistols. Baron had drawn his own and racked the slide.His gaze settled on the black SUV parked before the closed garag