Chapter 30: Chapter 30
Chapter 30 Yacht Love
Brian commanded Mr. Biscuit to quieten down while he confronted the band of FBI. Grandma was all smiles. All the laborers stood gaping and feeling worried to see grand ma being whisked away by FBI
“Heh, where are you taking my mama?” asked Brian, staring at all agents and looking out for answers, grandma walked to Brian, “I am being accused of money laundering,” she said, patting Brian on the shoulder , is ok I will be fine and back home. Take care of the empire and Mr. Biscuit.
Brian shook his head now going crimson as his eyes stopped blinking. His long face shot at all the agents as he perceived the thickest of all the agents, a stout man, in his forties, to be their ringleader. “I need answers ladies and gentle men. What did my momma do to deserve the embarrassment? I need answers else I will sue for infringement of human right.”
“Whipping boy!” you seem to know the law and couldn’t advise your momma against money laundering,” said the stout man walking to Brian, arms folded and his pistol in its holster, and grinning hugely as though he was going to hurt Brian if he ever said a word again. He breathed hard.” I am not answerable to you, namby-pamby. You just go in there, dust your ass and do as your damn momma said else the next word from you will cost you your breath,” the stout man said, warned Brian with his flaming stare and threw same flaming stare at grandma.
At a flash Brian was pointing a pistol at the stout man – he had taken advantage of the man when he threw his stare at grandma, to disarm him of the gun in his holster. He pointed his finger at the rest of the agents and threatened, “Any funny move from any of you I will shoot him in the skull and go to jail and you all are going to watch me shoot him in the neck if I don’t get answers,”
Grandma stood fidgety and drifting closely, “Come on kid king, you are not going to fight world war three in my house. Drop the damn gun and let the dumb ass loser go. I am not guilty of their claim. Being a billionaire is the envy of the world. Just as the earth revolve around the sun, so does everything revolve around the rich. They only revolve; they can’t harm us; just as the dumb ass and his crew have been revolving around us.”
“Oh no grandma save yourself the science lecture and allow me deal with this fish ass,” barked Brian.
The stout man winked at grandma and then Brian. With the corner of his eyes he stole a glance at Brian’s finger pressing on the trigger. He protested, “So you want to shoot me, boy...”
“Shut the fuck up,” thundered Brian, grinning and shutting his eyes as he was about taking the shot.
“Grandma lamented, “Baby-angel if you shoot that cockroach hunter you have shot me and I will never forgive you even in my grave, if anything should happen to you. You know grandma hold you on high esteem. Do not let me put your back on the floor. Please recall my health condition and drop that gun.” She pled, forced a tear as her jaw convulsed like a vibrator.
Brian dropped the pistol on the ground and raised his hands in the air. Quickly the stout man picked up his pistol to arm himself once again.. “You are under arrest,” he said to Brian, tossing his hands to the back and handcuffing him, “For threatening a uniform officer of the State,” he added and pushed Brian into the car.”
“Grandma cursed, “You dirty ass, some seconds ago you were high in hell’s beer, almost peeing on yourself because you were under the hold of a small boy and now you want to arrest my teenage pie?”
“Move it, old hill,” one of the agents commanded and pushed her into the car.
“Heh, you just harassed me. You will hear from my lawyer,” grandma said.
“Oh no, no, my dog, I can’t leave Mr. Biscuit behind,” said Brian through the windscreen, staring at his car, not seeing Mr. Biscuit there and wondering where he had gone.
“Don’t worry badass. I have Mr. Cookies in the office. You will see it when we get there.” The stout agent made jest of Brian as they all drove out of the compound.
Heavily pregnant Ella who had been gaping with her hands on the waist led other laborers as they followed the vehicles which were already cruising out of the farm. They wished they could join them. But then the vehicles had started speeding out of sight.
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“Yoho! Yoho! Yoho!” Kate shouted on the top of her voice right on the yacht as they sped voraciously on the sea. She was naked; she had only bikini and sunshades on her eyes. She stood at the front edge of the yacht with her arms spread like the wings of a plane as they sped into the chilliest region of the blue sea. Tony came from behind and held her. He was in a swimsuit and sunshades too. The chilly wind fanned across their ears and body. Tony pointed at a small fish that pumped from the sea and dived back right in.
“They are excited at our presence,” echoed Kate, pointing at yet another one that dived into the same way it came. “You are giving me best treatment of my life. I can’t deny the fact of you holding it down for me, despite my short coming as a street boy.”
Quietness hung over them as Kate rubbed on the hairs that carpeted his hands, being blushed by the words of her heart opener.
“In future if you need me to hold it down for you I will. If you are to be crucified I will carry your cross and take your place. Permit me to safeguard this heart from all the Brians of this world.”
Kate’s face was hugely smirked with smiles at his statements. She had always ticked him blue for his talent with words. In his presence dry bones of love rose again. She had even borrowed some of his lines for her songs and it got wonderful reviews. But that wasn’t her nightmare – the end to all of this was. Would they remain as the ancient rock and keep existing and cohabiting or would there be a time she would look around and see no Tony let alone Rightman? Was he even the ‘right man?’She wished and would fight her way through to make sure he was the right man – for she had come to understand and love him in an obsessed crazy way; she thought and looked at Tony; he is the right man,” she said in her head, and her thought was interrupted at once when Tony slid his finger beneath her bikini and fingered her vulva so gently that she ignored moaning and sighed, before moaning and resting on his shoulders. Automatically her right leg got pulled up for his finger to have enough room in his vagina. He caught her face and locked eyes with her before kissing her with moisture that smoothened like white powder. Powerfully he lifted her in his arms and into the cabin they went. He laid her on the floor tongue-scrubbed her neck, gently, to her breasts and down to her thighs. Kate was moaning on piano key as she writhed in pleasure and lust. Ruggedly she turned him over and he turned her over too. She did again and pinned him to the floor before she started off with a gentle twist of her waist while he sat up, fondled his hair and breasts. As she shut her eyes she felt he was the right man. There was no other Tony than the one he already knew. They were meant FOR EACH OTHER. They were fated for this course. This love would last. It would last as the waterfall that never dried nor stopped falling. She kept thinking as she gave him a fast ride.
Something drastic loomed on.