Chapter 34
Trey could not believe that her aunts Hilda and Tilda would also be visiting with their husbands three days after his parents' touchdown. It had been a very long time since they got together as a family. They had envisaged visiting only his parents in the United Kingdom but felt it would be ideal if they bring that reunion home. His father's tone as they conversed had indicated looming ecstasy and he could not wait to be part of it. He relished the fact his dad had agreed to spend his holiday in an exquisite mansion in the plush Centurion suburb that had just been added to the list of the hundreds of mansions that were under their joint billion-dollar real estate. He never got along well with the Estate manager such that he was not aware of the 3 flats that he had brought secretly out of his illicit shenanigans. At that particular juncture, he walked down the steps of the private hospital's third floor where his runner had been admitted. He was relieved to hear that the two gullets had hit the outer parts of the lower part of the belly and had not damaged any critical organs like the appendix whose rapture is catastrophic. Be that as it may, he did not like the fact that, he was left alone at the base without a weapon of defence.
"I always tell you to have each other's back" he angrily uttered.
"Why did I give you two pistols? What's the use of the weapons that can't protect you from these armed greedy scavengers" he said as he walked fast to his vehicle.
He had 5 syndicates made up of 3-men sticks and allocated 2 pistols to each of them. They operated from separate bases but they had never met as groups, let alone known of the existence of each other. He had learned intelligent syndicate tactics so fast to fear gang leaders in the city. Anable was the only one to whom all of his runners had been introduced but she also had absolutely no clue about their operations for what was a sensitive chest issue with Trey. As much as he was not good with firearm sniping as proven by his glaring misses when he went to the range, bravery was not one of the other traits he was bereft of. Trey was as vicious as they come in terms of guts.
He had no choice but to rush for Bridget who had told her that she was done with her core daily chores and was then just taking it easy in her cottage. He relished the naturally-filtered solution to the Bridget apartment pledge. He could not help but big himself up for that kind of fast thinking. He then envisaged leaving it furnished in a tricky way as he would convince Delia to move into the new mansion with new furniture. Above all, he knew that his parents were not that kind that enjoyed being in a stadia-like home, and the fact that he would remain as the resident would obviously make his bally put things in place as he always did. He liked his knack for beautifying and illuminating properties and knew that it was bound to be featured in his impulsive actions during his fast-nearing visit.
"I am doing all this for you" he always said whenever he bought a building, house, vehicle, or any property.
In all honesty, it was all for him. Furthermore, he was born with silver-spoon stakes in the billion-dollar estate his grandfather left as their joint inheritance. He knew that Anable would relish the mansion news for it augured well for her big ego and growing status, little did he know that the lady who had fast turned out to be the apple of his heart had used the most appealing part of her body to make millions and was also considering buy herself a personal high-profile property.
Talk of Anable, she was then by her office handling another unseen windfall business that giant-dick-equipped Nigerian had brought. As much as she had been skeptical about his bold and pushy innuendos, she then felt at home with him. Such is the power of money as regards paradigm-shifting.
"You are such a darling Johnson," she said in appreciation as he looked at the bulge on the front of his jean trousers.
As she looked unashamedly at her loaded pubic area, he could see that her tormentor was just at ease in his underwear. Right away, she made a recollection brushed the adversities that were associated with that rapturous adventure and immersed all that is how the very same gigantic snake had been an integral attribute of her ascendance to millionaire status. The imagination of a baby coming through her pussy without having to go through the caesarian blade made her cast all her fears to the ditch. Above all, there were effective lubricants galore to mitigate its rippling effect.
"What do other women say about that big guy in your underwear? Man, you are abnormally loaded" she said before bursting into laughter.
"They like it like that" she answered shamelessly as he stealthily threw his sight in the direction of his pubic area.
"Without money, very few of them would risk mourning over bruises it inflicts, I believe" she honestly said as she looked at her phone where a message had just popped.
He could not respond but just go on a nonverbal cue that explained that he did not know. She closely looked at her phone to follow the message whose instant invitation she could not resist.
"More pressure baby, my USA-based twin aunts are also jetting in next week with their husbands. They are arriving 3 days after my parents' touchdown. It's worse than I thought but it's good for us at the same time as we shall subsequently occupy that mansion upon their departure." His message read.
"I'm just down here chatting with the guards, I'm on my way up right now" the follow-up WhatsApp message went much to her panic.
If at all there was something that she disliked it was having to hang with her male clients of such scandalous credentials in his midst. She deeply loathed it when two men who both fucked her stand in the same room. It evoked a guilty conscience that she was not ready to stand, let alone reduce her to a harlot which she strongly thought she was. It remains given to wonder if at all there is better transgression in terms of definition. That being the case, he feared for the abolition of her errands as he had promised prior to funding her.
"My man is coming! Please leave now, I don't wanna be in trouble" he uttered murmuringly accompanying that with befitting body language so as to urge him out of the office as a matter of urgency.