Taylor was happy, knowing now they could officially be together forever. “Dez, baby, I have some good news. We can be together.”
Desmond was delighted to hear the news, but it was no surprise. “Pinky, I already know that. But what are you going to do as far as Armand is concerned?”
Taylor was so amazed that Desmond knew who she really was. Now they had no secrets between them anymore. “Let’s take care of Armand together as an official couple.” She smiled.
He laughed, thinking back on all the news about the explosions and massacres of Armand’s business. “Damn, Pinky, I should’ve known that you were behind the shit that happened in Downtown Rio.” Desmond shook his head. “You a cold chick.”
“And don’t you forget it,” said Taylor, laughing. “So, are you in with helping me with Armand?”
“Pinky, just to have you in my life forever without that bastard in the picture, I’m in all the way,” Desmond said as he kissed her. “So, what’s the plan?”
“Oh, Dez, I have that all worked out, and our costumes are ready to go.”
Desmond was curious. “Costumes?”
“Don’t worry. I’ll call you with the detail in a few hours,” Taylor said, holding his hand.
They kissed.
“But in the meantime, be ready for what’s about to go down,” Taylor said, getting up and walking to the door.
“Where you going? You got me hard and shit,” Desmond said, pointing at his jock.
Taylor looked back at him. “Dez, baby, passion can wait. I have another little job to clean up, and then feeding time at the zoo.” She laughed.
Desmond looked at her like she was crazy, but it was turning him on so much his nipples were hard.
Before she walked out of the room, she smiled at her man. “That’ll teach you not to give me an ultimatum.” She walked out, going downstairs.
“What am I supposed to do about this woody?” Desmond yelled from upstairs.
“You got lotion and pornos. Like Tim Gunn say, ‘Make it work!’” Taylor yelled, laughing as she exited the house.
She went to her limo and got inside.
“Where to, Ms. Monroe?” Samuel asked.
“I wanted to pay our two lovebirds a visit,” said Taylor.
“As you wish.”
Taylor smiled. Some shit is going down.
Chapter 34
Bonjour
Sleeping in the Victorian bed in peace and harmony, Brad was holding Carter Marie’s naked body close to his after making passionate love all over the house. They’d been going at it all day and into the night, making this their only break all evening. It was the first time they both had slept that well in a long time. They were dreaming of a new life of happiness, loving, and maybe having a family of their own.
Brad still had dreams, even though they were on the run from the law and possibly from Armand. He was going to do any and everything to keep his freedom. He was even more determined to keep Diamond, or should he say his future wife, Carter Marie, safe from all harm. Even though he couldn’t change the evil that was done to her in the past, he was going to make damn sure that he would give her a secure, loving, and happy future.
As the two lovers slept, they didn’t know that in the middle of the room, Taylor was looking at them with a lustful grin on her face. Seeing the two lovers was really making Taylor’s panties wet, but to her, there was something beautiful about the two sleeping in bed together. They looked so innocent, like two souls that had been searching for each other for years and were finally one with each other. She also noticed that Diamond had cut all of her long, beautiful hair and was rocking a buzz cut like the model Amber Rose. Taylor loved the fact that Diamond was a natural beauty and she could really be model material. Even though Brad was a big guy to Taylor, he and Diamond would have made a beautiful spread in a fashion magazine.
Soon, Taylor thought that was enough of the peaceful sleep, so she shouted, “Okay, my sleepyheads! Wake up! We gotta move out!”
Both Brad and Carter Marie slowly opened their eyes, seeing that it was Taylor standing there looking at all of their nakedness. They immediately jumped out of the bed. Brad put his hands down, covering his penis. Carter Marie took the sheet off the bed, wrapping up her body.
“Taylor, are you crazy? What are you doing, especially looking at me and my girl in the bed naked? You could’ve knocked!” yelled Brad in shock.
Taylor laughed. She sat on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs, and took off her Gucci sunglasses. “Relax. You both ain’t got nothing I ain’t seen.” She looked at Brad’s hands covering his penis. “And for a big guy, not bad. Not bad at all.” She smiled then looked at Carter Marie. “And no wonder Armand kept you locked up. If I was still into women, well, ain’t no telling what I would have done to that body. Damn!” She licked her lips.
“What do you want, Taylor? ’Cause I’m freezing. I hope you have good news for us.” Brad was grumpy.
Taylor’s smile quickly vanished when she turned to look at Brad. “Look, Big Boy, this is my house, and I come up in this bitch whenever I damn well please. Don’t ever raise your voice to the queen who is going to get you both out of Brazil right now.”
Brad’s and Carter Marie’s eyes were filled with amazement and shock.
“Damn, Taylor, you quick. And thank you. Sorry for my tone, again,” Brad said.
Taylor’s smile quickly came back.
Carter Marie cleared her throat. “So, Ms. Monroe . . .”
“No need for the Ms.” Taylor cut her off.
“I mean Taylor. Where are we going?”
Taylor lay down on the bed. “I’m glad you asked.” She took off one of her heels. “Well, you and Brad are going to France, in the countryside of Normandy. I have an eighteenth-century cottage home that one of my many admirers built for me many years ago. Everything you will need is there, and there’s a little town called Blangy-Sur-Bresle, where you can get food and so on. Also, I will have a French tutor come by to help you learn the French language so you both can blend in.”
Carter Marie’s mind was in a daze when Taylor said they were going to France. She thought about her mother and father, who’d had dreams of living in France.
“Yeah, you both can stay there as long as you’d like, and maybe when I get some time off, we can get together.” She used her perfect size-seven manicured foot to go up Brad’s bare leg to where his hands were covering his tool.
He backed up. “Would you stop that and just get me and my fiancée out of Brazil?” Brad tried to keep a mad look on his face, but he had to admit to himself that her touch felt good. It gave him a woody.
Taylor laughed and got off the bed, knowing she still had her seductive powers. She put her heel back on. “Passion and our little threesome can wait. Right now, get dressed and meet me outside in my car in thirty minutes, no less.” Before Taylor walked out of the room, she looked down at Brad, whose erection was peeping out. “Oh, and Big Boy, two words: cold shower.” She walked out of the room, giggling as she closed the door behind her.
Both Brad and Carter Marie took deep breaths. They walked up to each other and hugged.
“You will finally be free, Carter Marie Lily Levy—or should I say Mrs. Brad Carter.” Brad touched her face so softly.
Carter Marie smiled with tears in her eyes. “Yes. Free at last.”
* * *
Through most of the ride Taylor, Brad, and Carter Marie sat in silence. Brad held Carter Marie close to him.
Finally, Taylor cleared her throat, demanding attention. “Here are your passports and more info so you both won’t stick out like sore thumbs.” She passed them an envelope.
Brad took it and looked inside, noticing that it had social security cards, passports, birth certificates, and a driver’s license. It had them as a married couple, Maury Ventura and Liza Ventura.
“Guard that with your life, and be careful to the both of you, especially you, Brad. You’re a man that is wanted worldwide. In t
he basement of the cottage, there’s a home gym in there. I suggest you use it.”
Brad and Carter Marie didn’t say a word.
Soon, they reached a big country field with acres and acres of land. In the middle was a huge luxury helicopter. Brad and Carter Marie knew that Taylor’s crazy ass wasn’t playing. That helicopter was their passport to their new life and freedom.
The driver parked the car, and Taylor, Brad, and Carter Marie got out. Brad went to the trunk of the car to get the bags that had his and Carter Marie’s future in it. They rushed up to the helicopter just as the pilot came out.
“Brad and Diamond, this is your pilot, Pierre. Pierre, this is Brad and Diamond. Pierre will be taking you to France.”
“Bonjour, Monsieur Brad. Bonjour, Madame Diamond.” Pierre took her hand and kissed it. “Come on, get in. Get in.”
Carter Marie got in first, and Brad followed. He put the bags to the side. Pierre closed the door and went around to the other side.
Taylor stepped back as the helicopter started and began to take off, leaving Brazilian soil. Taylor waved. “Enjoy France.”
Now that I have done my good deed before the year is out, I have to get ready for my performance. And once it’s over, I can be with my Dez.
Taylor rushed back to the limousine, hoping for a happy ending as well. She pulled out her cell phone to three-way Desmond and Sandino. When they finally answered, Taylor said, “It’s going down tonight.”
Chapter 35
Ancient Rome
Within hours, Armand was back on Brazilian soil, and he had no problem getting a limo to pick him up, taking him back to his home. Armand still had on his old man costume, just in case anyone recognized him. So far, the driver hadn’t, which was a good sign. During the ride home, Armand tasted nothing but blood and revenge for his wife. That was all he’d thought about on the plane ride home.
The limousine pulled up to Armand’s mansion. He had his gun in his hand, knowing that he had nothing to lose. All he wanted was his beautiful wife to tell him where his money was and to have Sandino get him her pretty little head on a silver platter.
Armand had been trying to call Sandino all day. He was hoping that he would pick him up at the jet location, but every time he tried to call him, all he got was that his phone was disconnected. Before he got out of the limo, he made one more attempt to call him, and he still got the message that his phone was disconnected.
The limo driver got out of the limo and opened Armand’s door. Armand got out of the limo, pissed off. He ended up throwing his phone across the estate, feeling frustrated and tired of all the shit that had happened to him. All of his businesses were burned to the ground, his money was gone, all his contacts dissed him after they saw homoerotic pictures of him and Ramon, and his main prize, Diamond, was gone. She must’ve wanted him to believe that she was killed in the massacre at the bakery. Everything he had worked so hard for was now gone. The only thing he had left was Ramon, but he had no plans of being with a man anytime soon. The only thing that was somewhat keeping a smile on his face was killing Taylor slowly and seeing her blood flow all over the mansion.
As he was walking toward the door, the limo driver tapped Armand on the shoulder. Armand quickly turned around. “What?” he yelled.
“Uh, can I get paid, please?” The driver smiled and held his hand out.
Armand looked him up and down. “Get lost.”
As he was about to open his door, the limo driver tapped Armand on the shoulder again. Armand quickly turned around, but this time, he pointed a Glock 9 in the limo driver’s face, blowing his head off.
The limo driver’s lifeless body fell to the ground with his brains oozing all over the mansion’s driveway. Armand smiled then tucked the gun in his pants.
“There’s your fucking payment: a one-way trip to hell. Enjoy,” Armand said, ripping the mask off and throwing it to the side.
He opened his front door. His blood was boiling, and he had one bullet left in his gun. It was for Taylor. While walking through the house, he looked both ways and yelled out “Taylor! Tay-lor! You bitch! Where the fuck are you? Tay! Tay!”
Before Armand knew it, he was knocked clean on the ground after being hit with an expensive marble statue. All he could see were pieces of the broken statue and his blood on the marble floor. His head was aching, and the only thing he could hear were voices saying, “Hurry up! They’re getting hungry.” After that, Armand blacked out.
* * *
What seemed like hours later, Armand woke up with his head still aching. He slowly got up, touching the back of his head, which was bleeding. He felt a breeze and realized that he was naked and in his backyard.
“What the hell?” He tried to get in the house through the back door, but it was sealed shut. “Damn!” He then tried to climb the fence, but he got an electrical shock that made him quickly back away. “Ahhhh!” he shouted then fell to the ground. “Shit! When did we get an electric fence?”
This was so confusing to Armand. His back door was sealed shut, and his fences were electric. The thing that made him scared shitless and made him shit on himself literally was in the backyard. There were three caged lions, looking at him like he was their dinner and dessert. He thought he was dreaming.
“This can’t be happening.”
“Oh, yes, it is, my no good darling.”
Armand slowly turned around and looked at the balcony of his home. There stood Taylor, looking even more ravishing than the last time he’d seen her. She was dressed like the Greek goddess Athena, in an all-white garment. Her face was beat to the gods, and she was wearing a real solid gold Roman helmet.
“Taylor, what the hell is going on?”
Taylor looked at her manicured nails. “You’re about to die, husband, so I can be cleansed of you.”
“You cold-blooded bitch! After all I’ve done for you? This house, that wardrobe, jewels, and let’s just top it off with that magazine. You do this to the hand that feeds you?”
“That material shit don’t mean a damn thing to me, because I’m in love with a real man, while you’re barebacking that wannabe fashion model/ex-porn star, Ramon.”
Armand was in total disbelief, but he was going to try to pull his famous reverse psychology on her. “Okay, Taylor, you had your fun. Now let me out of here. We have both wronged each other, but I do still love you, my dear. Always and forever.”
“Desmond!” yelled Taylor.
Desmond walked up dressed like a Roman emperor, with a gold civic crown on his head.
“This little shit is who you picked over me? Bitch, you really downgraded badly. All you want is that young dick!” yelled Armand.
“Fuck you, ol’man,” said Desmond as he wrapped his arm around Taylor.
They shared a romantic kiss.
Armand was ready to vomit, but he wasn’t giving up yet. “Son, you’re young. Don’t let this old bitch trick you. She uses men like dolls. She’ll rip you apart and get a new one.”
“Man, don’t play that bullshit with me!” yelled Desmond as he spit down at Armand.
Armand wiped it off his face. Not knowing what else to do, he only could think of one thing. “Sandino! Sandino!”
Taylor looked down at him, smiling and clapping her hands. Sandino appeared, dressed like a Roman captain of the guards.
Armand’s heart sank to his stomach. He felt as if he had just died and gone straight to hell. “Sandino, what are you doing? Help me!”
Sandino laughed. “I quit being your bodyguard, because you’re broke as shit. Help yourself. I only work for the Colombian Mob, who are in the works of taking back Brazil as theirs.”
“You all are some bitches!” Armand was on the brink of insanity. The backyard was spinning.
“Oh, and Armand!” Taylor yelled.
Armand was now on the ground, crying like the scared little boy he really was.
Taylor laughed, loving to see her husband at his weak point. “Armand!”
He curled
up in a ball. She looked at Sandino and nodded. He picked up a big ice bucket filled with blood and other morsels of meat, dumping it on Armand. Forcing Armand to get up, Sandino was making him even crazier. He was covered in blood, cut up toes, and a penis.
“Oh my God! Oh my God! What the fuck is this?” He looked up and Taylor and Sandino. “Whose blood is this?” He demanded to know.
Taylor looked at Desmond and Sandino, then back at Armand, who was losing his mind. Sandino threw down another package for Armand. Armand looked at it, realizing that it was the head of Ramon. He screamed like a little girl.
“Noooooo! Whyyyyy?”
“A little something called assassins and overnight delivery, with a little extra kicked in,” Taylor said, laughing at her husband, who now knew that he had nothing left.
Armand had a little flashback to the three muscular men in New York who came to the hotel as he was leaving. “Oh my God. No! Not Ramon! Damn!”
She watched as he curled back into a little ball again. “Any last words, Armand?”
Armand was shaking and sweating nonstop.
Taylor knew that his mind was gone. “Oh, and Armand, one more thing, my dear. Diamond is alive and safe.”
That really got his attention. “She is?”
“Now!” Taylor yelled.
Sandino pushed a button on a remote control, and the cage doors opened. The lions displayed their sharp teeth, and as they growled, they started to charge at Armand. He tried to run, but it was too late. The lions were eating at his flesh like they hadn’t eaten in years.
It was grossing both Taylor and Desmond out. They went inside the house to enjoy Armand’s screams of agony. They shared a lustful kiss, using Armand’s dying screams as a romantic song.
Sandino followed them inside. “Taylor, are you okay?”
They stopped kissing.
Taylor took off the helmet. She walked over to Sandino and kissed him. “Thank you. I know you’re going to make a great commander for my parents’ business.”
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