“I need your help on this, old friend. I need to know that my brother can walk the streets and be safe. Can you help me?”
He reached out and patted my shoulder like the friend that he was. “I will do what I can. We still have people who are close to Brother Xavier’s people. However, it may be of little help. Islamic law is very clear on adultery. It is not to be tolerated.”
I nodded, trusting that he would do whatever he could to help me. “Thank you, Minister. All I can ask is that you try.”
He nodded, reaching into his breast pocket and pulling out an envelope. “I was asked to give you this if I ever ran across you.” He handed it to me.
“Who’s it from?”
“I think you will get all the answers you need when you open it.”
I studied his face for a brief moment, but he gave away nothing, so I tore open the envelope. Inside was a single postcard with a picture of Israel. I turned it over and saw that the only thing written on the back was STM3482. A lump developed in my throat as I turned the postcard back over to the picture.
Sasha
2
“Oh God! Oh my God! I’m about to come! I’m about to come!” my cousin Paris announced to the world, way louder than necessary.
Now, don’t get me wrong. Stavros’s fine ass was eating the hell outta her, but then again, Paris had a knack for being overly dramatic. I can only imagine how over the top she would have been if she’d known I was standing in the doorway watching. They were, however, putting on quite a stimulating show. I was getting hot just watching her hold onto his head and ride his face like a bucking bronco. When she lifted her ass off the bed and started screaming, I could almost feel her satisfaction.
“Shit, I’m coming! I’m coming! I’m fucking coming!”
She eventually released his head like a hot potato, collapsing on the bed, totally spent. That’s when Stavros noticed me in the doorway. He didn’t saying anything; he just stared at my bare breasts, waving his hand for me to come over and make their little party a threesome. I had to admit the thought was very appealing. He certainly was fine enough, and from the size of his dick, I knew he had the equipment to handle two women. Only problem was that Paris didn’t play well with others when it came to men, especially not when it came to me. Besides, I had already fucked his cousin Felix less than an hour ago.
So, instead of heading to the bed to join them, I walked over to my knapsack to retrieve what I had come down from the top deck for in the first place. As I pulled out my suntan lotion, Paris was still blissfully recovering from her mega-orgasm, and Stavros was still grinning at me hopefully as he mounted her. Of course, his grin faded quickly when I pulled out my silenced .45, pointing it at his head.
“Oh shit!” he murmured in that sexy Greek accent. Paris opened her eyes just as I pulled the trigger.
Thunk! Thunk!
Two silenced bullets hit Stavros in the head, killing him instantly and splattering blood all over Paris’s naked body. From the look she gave me, I could tell she was not a happy camper about me killing her new lover, and even more pissed about the blood.
“Really, Sasha? Really! You had to kill him now? You couldn’t stick to the plan and wait until after I fucked him?” She pointed to his still hard cock, shaking her head in disappointment. We both hated to see a good dick go to waste.
“Sorry, but we don’t have time for that. Our timetable’s been moved up,” I was trying not to give away my concern about the message I had just received on my cell phone.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hand me a towel so we can get the fuck out of here.”
I loved the way she could go from zero to not giving a fuck in two seconds. I threw her a towel and watched her climb out of bed.
“What about his partner?”