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een you and Mr Peter tomorrow," she s

rprised. She seemed to

d by my protest. She believes she is alw

e Mayor at Los Angeles," I argued furthe

ason I'm sendi

o business in L.A.," I reminded h

have no business

er. I just wasn't ready for a meeting with Peter. I

isk client. I can't trust someone e

t I didn't understand what she meant by 'high risk client,' but I had an

ngrily said to me when I told him I

that, and I obliged...

rip, got a few of my men ready and headed off to the airport the following morning. It was g

when I noticed the beautiful eyes that were fixed on me. I swear, these ladies were nothing but gorgeous. They could melt any heart, their eyes. Not that the s

e worried. He had been diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease and, according to the various medical experts we visited, his had gotten to a stage where it was incurable. We al

admire

he way Adolf Hitler controlled Europe in his prime. To the outside world, we were a very successful furniture producing family, but we were much more than their eyes met. Only those spe

at

argets. Their families would be at the mercy of the 'boom' sound of our gun.

uited in black, with sunshades that made it nearly impossible to know what they looked like, they appear

ved at our destination. The security men at the entrance th

leader, a broad shoulde

Peter said, exchan

hile. You don't look bad," I

d. How's my old friend putting up

. I didn't have the patience to discuss family matters with a man of Peter's

glass of whisky. Continuing,

him the black suitcase

d until I had confirmed it before proceeding to speak further. "You know, I have always enjoyed doing business with you. Unli

doing business with you, and I look forwa

best wishes to my old frien

iting van. Quickly, I dialed the Mayor's line, but it wa

allowing my frustr

d have to come back to L.A if I couldn't get in

me without seeing the Mayor, I decided we would buy some time by having a nice

ants and restrooms, Santa Monica was equal to none. The beaches have an old school, East Coast feel, wi

red for my life, but, considering my status, I thought it wise to carry extra b

ressed in my swimming shorts, I looked f*cking hot, and I knew

o myself. She made beauty

ograph on their flashy boobs or wanting a photoshoot with me. Some even offered to swim with me, but I wasn't interested, for I had my eyes firmly fixed on one price. Before I could finally free myself from their grips, she had melted away from my

he bar man. "Another glass!" I had gulpe

approached me, all smiles. "I see you're all

e had to say. My mind and thought were gl

s or ple

sin

ctively caressing my skin. Seeing that I clearly wasn't int

't even switch on the light. My body was on fire. Sex was all I

ss more passionately. In a moment, my hands gently travelled down her smooth skin. I got to her hips and stopped at her zipper. Quickly, I unzipped her trouser and pulled it off. Like

ve been a

p very early the next morning.

was about to be shocked. Lying down there was the strange lady at the beach

ly, I wrote a note and dropped it on the small table. I hoped

mistake, but then, it coul