Elliot was a little stunned. He left the house of the old man who was the last to die today, and went to get Margot, to take her back to the hotel where she was staying. He expected to be met with cold and condemning looks at the very least, and even to receive a punch from Gustav or a slap from Dulce, but that was not the case at all.
Dulce had a complicated look on her face. Although Charles was not a good father or husband, Dulce obviously loved him. She was grateful that Elliot had given Gustav a last name, but she felt the pain of losing her husband. Elliot didn't consider Dulce a good mother, but she was certainly a good woman.
One day, Elliot got into a fight at school, and the boy's mother went to Elliot's house to find out what the fight was about. Years later Elliot discovered that the boy in the fight was selling drugs, and told his mother. His mother beat the boy in the middle of the street, and then handed him over to the police. Today, that boy is studying to be a judge, and his mother can walk down the street with her head held high. This woman, yes, is a good mother in Elliot's opinion, she didn't cover up or accept the shit that her son did, but rather corrected him before it was too late. She taught him the right way, and protected him from the wrong way. The means she used may have been barbaric, but even in her ignorance, she fought for her child.
Gustav's eyes were red and swollen, he had probably cried a lot since the last time Elliot had seen him. Elliot was not a heartless monster, it hurt to see his good friend suffering like this, but Elliot would not apologize. He knew what he was doing, and he has no regrets.
Margot, however, although she tried to hide it, was looking at Elliot with her eyes shining, like a child who just got a new toy. Elliot found this strange, but didn't say anything about it. I mean, it would be normal for her to at least resent Elliot a little, right?
Dulce stepped out of the embrace of her two children, and looked into Elliot's eyes. Elliot could see how exhausted, physically and mentally that woman was. But she was strong, and asked Elliot:
"I-is he really dead?"
"Yes." Elliot did not sugarcoat such a grim fact, he was harshly honest.
Everyone looked at Elliot, wanting to ask how he died, but no one had the courage to be the one to ask the question, and Elliot wouldn't say either if no one asked. Why would he open his mouth and say, "I killed him after he was beaten, sunk his skull in, and he died choking on his own blood."?
"Margot, if you want, I can take you to your hotel." Elliot said.
Margot nodded positively, and Elliot went to wait outside. A few minutes passed, and Margot soon came out. She came walking towards Elliot with quick steps, and when Elliot thought he would be assaulted, what came instead was a kiss. Margot kissed Elliot passionately, and soon, a war of tongues was waged.
Margot only stopped when they were both out of breath, and laughed seeing Elliot's confused face. She didn't say anything to kill Elliot's doubts, Margot just got in the car and looked at Elliot through the window with a mischievous smile.
When Elliot got into the car and Jimmy started driving, Margot once again attacked Elliot with kisses on his mouth and neck, making Elliot horny within seconds. Margot took Elliot's gloves off, and seeing how bruised Elliot's hands were, she could deduce how Charles died, making a bright smile appear on his face.
She took off Elliot's suit, and pulled down his pants. The dragon was pointing at the roof of the car, and Jimmy did his best not to see what was happening in the back seat of the car. Margot, with slow movements, kissed the head of Elliot's penis, and began to suck and suck with mastery.
Elliot was on cloud nine, and all he could do was hold Margot's short hair and let out low moans. In order not to hear the sounds they were seeing from the back seat, Jimmy turned on the car radio and pretended that nothing was happening. A slow song sounded from the car as Margot wrapped her tongue around Elliot's penis and sucked on it, while with her other hand she played with Elliot's testicles.
Elliot didn't last long as Margot used all her techniques. He gushed everything into Margot's mouth, with a low moan. Margot stood up, and with both hands open below her chin, she showed that she didn't let a single drop of semen fall. She closed her mouth and swallowed it all, and opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, showing that she had swallowed it all.
Even though he had just received the best blowjob of his life, Elliot was getting horny again. Just as he was about to go down on Margot, the car stopped and Jimmy, his cheeks red, told him that they had arrived at the hotel. Margot climbed down, while rolling around in her tight pants.
Elliot prepared to get down as well, but Margot pushed him into the car, preventing him from getting down. Elliot looked at her confused, and she just smiled and said:
"You've had a busy day today, you should go home and rest."
After saying that, she left. Elliot looked at Jimmy who asked if he understood what had happened, but Jimmy just shrugged, helpless. Every time Elliot thought he was close to understanding women, this kind of thing happened.
Elliot had the feeling that he had forgotten something, and only later that night did he remember that he had forgotten Tin at Gustav's house. Elliot hurriedly got up, called Jimmy at 4:30 am.
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The other day, in the morning, Elliot was walking with Tin. Today, instead of exercising at home as he does every day, Elliot decided to go for a walk. Tin was sniffing everything he saw, and would jump every time he found a new smell. Elliot was struggling a bit to keep up, but he felt happy for Tin, so he didn't pay much attention to how tired he was.
Stella, on the other hand, was drenched in sweat, and still mumbled swear words whenever she saw that Elliot wasn't paying attention. Elliot showed up early in the morning at Stella's house, and said that they were going for a walk. She even found it amusing for the first 30 seconds, but after that it was just pain and suffering. Elliot seemed to know Stella's body better than she did, because whenever she was about to faint, they stopped for a few seconds in some shade to catch their breath. At this point in the day, not even Tin's cuteness could distract Stella's mind from the fatigue she was feeling.
"So, Stella. It's just the two of us and Tin here, you can tell me about your plan, about who you're going to steal, and what you're going to steal." Elliot said suddenly.
Stella looked at him as if he were a monster. Elliot was barely sweaty, in one hand a cane, and in the other he held Tin's collar, which was bought this morning. He still had the breath to talk!
It did not for a moment cross Stella's mind that she was so tired from being sedentary...
"Why do you want to know so much? Huff huff... it's no big deal, it's just some old car models." Stella found it hard to even breathe at that moment.
"I need to know because if it's dangerous, I won't let you go." Elliot said looking at Stella out of the corner of his eye. Seeing how pale she looked, he saw that it was time to stop the walk for a while.
Elliot stopped at a nice café, and to Stella's absolute joy, the café was air-conditioned. They spent a long time talking... discussing, about the robbery Stella intended to do.
Stella had already made up her mind that she was going to Amerid with Elliot, so this robbery would be a kind of apology to all the people who depended on her. She wanted to leave some money to the women and men who had worked for her father and her for so long. She would not give a dime to her "mothers" or brothers, but she would leave the store. After the little she had lived with Elliot and his associates, she noticed that the relationship she had with her family was not healthy at all.
Her mothers stayed home all day complaining, her brothers spent the day trying to get rich from some scheme, and she was the only one who actually worked. Stella had accepted this because she felt responsible for all these people. Now? Stella knew that these people were not real family. Not once did they ask if she was tired, if she needed help, or if she needed to talk.
They just threw more responsibility on her shoulders. The weight on Stella's shoulders was such that she eventually turned to crime. If Stella had any sense, she would realize that she had also become the sister of a homicidal madman, capable of destroying a city for his purposes... but of course, she hid this part in her thoughts.
Elliot spent the rest of the day with his new sister, finding out new things about her, hearing about her day to day life, about her concerns and aspirations for the future. After a long time, Elliot felt peace, and was thankful that he had been given a second chance.
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Amerid, unknown city.
A man was sitting in a leather armchair in a completely dark place. His appearance could not be seen, only his silhouette. He was looking at his new sculpture, in the man's opinion, it was a true work of art.
Four bodies were hanging on the wall. Three adults and one child. The bodies formed a figure that resembled a human heart. Their faces were of pure dread and fear, and the child's face still bore the mark of dried tears, showing that their deaths were not peaceful.
The man savored his drink as he continued to view his sculpture, his masterpiece, until he was interrupted when the door to the shed he was in was opened. Without looking back, he spoke:
"You know the rules. If you interrupt me while I am observing my sculptures, you will have all your skin ripped off your body while you are still alive."
The man who entered the shed trembled from head to toe, and cold sweat dripped from his body. He did not show any other signs of fear, for he knew that this would make his boss angry. Mustering all the courage he had, he organized his thoughts and spoke:
"Amom escaped alive. We have received information that the house where he lives received a call from Brezik before the attack. The intelligence officers think that the caller informed Amom of our plans."
The glass in the man's hand shattered as he increased his grip. What was surprising was that a single drop of blood could be seen, showing that even when in contact with the broken glass, the man's skin did not tear.
"You mean to tell me that there are informants in our midst? This is a very serious accusation. Let's leave that subject for another time, where is Amom at this moment?" The man in the armchair asked.
Still bent over and not daring to look at his boss, the subordinate replied:
"He is out of range at the moment. The hospital he went to is in that person's territory, so we thought it best to talk to you first."
The man stood up, and his body looked like the body of a giant. He kicked the armchair, and the armchair flew a few feet before dismantling itself on the floor, showing how great the man's strength is.
"Bloody incompetent bastards! Are you going to force me to have to do all the work?! Get a car ready, I'm going after the son of a bitch named Amom!"
The man walked out of the shed with angry steps. The subordinate only had the courage to raise his head when he saw that his boss had left. He really thought he would die today...