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Unread post by impo64 » Sun Apr 23, 2017 4:22 pm

The question is: Who are the losers and who are the winners? Is the black lover a winner? He was a coward, that had to hide in Cuba, to become a pimp, afraid of staying in the States...Is the wife a winner? She became a cheap whore, a cheap belly to black babies...Was the husband a winner? At least he got himself rid of a whore wife...So I think it's really easy to say who the winners are and who are the losers...

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Unread post by SamWarrens » Thu May 04, 2017 5:24 pm

Not so sure it is that cut and dried. Read it again. BTW Toronto is in CANADA not the States. Chapter 4 is on the way in next couple of days.
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Unread post by soupcan_44 » Fri May 05, 2017 5:28 am

Just found your story, thanks SW...

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Soupcan; Hope you are enjoying the story. The last part of chapter 4 is proving to be difficult to finish, but I'm getting there.
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Take your time. It's worth the wait.

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Winners & Losers Chapter 4
By Sam Warrens
Copyright May.12, 2017


Bill

Driving the knife into my heart further, he went on, “After taking my huge cock for four months and birthing three, count 'em Bill, three, black babies she'll never even feel your puny white dick again, that is if she decides to even go back to fucking you.”

I couldn't take any more, not another word from this smug ass hole.

“FUCK YOU BLACK BASTARD!!!!!” I screamed as I slammed the phone into the receiver.

In my mind I could see that son of a bitch smiling that oily smile as he hung up the phone in Cuba. He knew, and I knew, and I knew he knew, that he had won this round.

For the first time in my adult life I leaned forward on my desk and cried.

I cried for her, for what I had stupidly gotten her into. I cried for the sacrifices I had forced her to make, that she was yet to make as she birthed three - damn it, three - black bastards for that son of a bitch! We didn't have one of our own yet. Just because I couldn't give her a baby didn't mean we couldn't try other methods or even adopt. We just hadn't gotten around to it.

I cried for myself, because I was so god damned helpless. She was in fucking Cuba! I didn't even know where in Cuba!

“Get a grip Bill,” I finally thought to myself. “You can find her. Hire yourself a PI to track Marcus Masters, wherever he is, she can't be far away.”

It wasn't much of a plan but it was all I could think of.

My company had,on occasion, required the services of a P.I. to track down customers who had skipped out on large accounts receivable amounts, so I called up my contact. They were a medium sized national Canadian firm who had produced good results in the past. My contact there was a guy by the name of Brian Thomas.

“Hey Brian,” I said as he picked up his line. “Long time no speak. How have you been?”

“Yeah, you might say that. It's been, what, 2 years?” he replied. “I hear through the grapevine that its been an 'interesting' couple a three years for you.”

“You could say that”, I replied with sarcasm in my voice.

“Listen, I need some personal work done this time and its very delicate.” With out letting him reply I rushed on, “I need you to track down the whereabouts; exact whereabouts, of Marcus Masters.”

There was a long pause on the other end of my phone. “You sure you want to do that?”Brian asked.

“Marcus Masters has a reputation as a nasty piece of work. He won't like you doggin' him. This better be so important you risk your life to know where this SOB is.” Brian advised.

“It's that important Brian” I said seriously.

“Might cost you a pretty penny, Bill.”

“Doesn't matter Brian. Just find him. My latest information puts him in Cuba, you might start there.”

Ok Bill, I'll get on it”

“Soon Brian, soon. This is time sensitive and critical.”

I hung up the phone. I would give him a week.

All I could do now was wait.

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Brian Thomas hung up his phone and leaned back in his plush leather office tilter chair.

He rubbed his brow briefly then pursed his lips. This was a problem.

He had one client asking him to trace the whereabouts of another larger client.

Brian realized that he should have disclosed this conflict of interest to Bill, but he hadn't. Frankly he knew which side of his bread was buttered and that he was going to make Marcus Masters aware that Bill was looking for him.

Brian rose from his seat and walked over to the side cupboard and took out a tumbler and then poured two fingers of Glenfidich into it, took a sip and went back to his seat in front of his desk. He pressed the speaker phone button and then the two digit code for Marcus Master's cell phone number. He listened as he heard the systems connected and then the phone ringing, once, twice, three times it rang.

“Hello. Masters here,” he heard as Marcus Masters answered his phone.

“Marcus, Brian Thomas,” he answered.

“Brian! What can I do you out of today?” was the jovial reply.

Cutting to the chase, Brian responded “I got a call today from Bill Compton. He's hot to find out where you are. Exactly where you are. He knows you're in Cuba, but not where in Cuba and he wants to know where real bad.”

Chuckling, Masters replied “I'll bet he does. I'll bet he would give almost anything to know. What did you tell him?”

“Nothing. What do you want me to tell him?” asked Brian, taking a sip of his scotch.

“Right now? Nothing,” Masters replied. “Run him around for a bit, say you're having trouble locating me, then in a couple of weeks you can tell him where I am. You know where, you've been here with me sampling some fine Cuban pussy as well as their cigars and rum.”

“Yeah, I remember,” said Brian with a smile. That had been the best three week vacation of his life.

“Okay, Marcus, I'll keep him busy for 3 weeks, but he is real hot to find you. What is this guy's reason?” he asked.

“He has one, and it is a good one.” Marcus replied vaguely.

There was an awkward silence as Brian expected Marcus to fill in the blanks. He didn't.

Finally, realizing no further info was forthcoming, Brian said “Ok then, I'll catch you later.” and hung up the phone.

Bill

Business was running along smoothly. Both of them. The legit side was almost running itself. The drug side was starting to grow now by leaps and bounds. Word of mouth was spreading from Kingston to Windsor that he best quality and best prices came from my outlets.

The downside was that the police were becoming aware of the increased traffic of drugs – although they weren't yet aware that the source was all from one organization.

So far, I had been able to stay one step ahead of them. Corrupt cops were a good investment. I got advance warning of planned raids and surveillance operations, like wire taps and long range photo ops. Some how my operation was never where it was supposed to be.

The cops weren't totally stupid, soon enough they would figure out they had a leak and would move to plug it or them. I would be forced to change tactics. Cat and mouse, cat and mouse, or maybe chess. I was good at chess.

At least I was in good position for now and things were running smoothly, It left me time to deal with my other problem – my wife's situation.

It had been 10 days since I had called Brian. Time for some answers.

I hit my office phone speed dial and I picked up the receiver. The line rang.

“Brian Thomas” was the reply.

“Brian, what news do you have for me?”

“Oh, hi Bill, I was just about to call you.” Something told me this was a lie. Call it gut instinct.

“Marcus is covering his tracks well. Like you said he is in Cuba, we've tracked him to the southern coast. We tracked him as far as a town called Trinidad and then he just disappears. My investigators ask about him but the locals either don't know who he is or are covering for him.”

I considered this report for a moment. It had a partial ring of truth to it but something just didn't feel right. Brian was the kind of guy who could play both ends against the middle. I had this feeling he wasn't telling me the whole story.

I took a gamble. “You called him didn't you? He told you to stall me didn't he?” The silence on the other end of the line was palpable. I had caught Brian off guard.

The silence on the phone stretched – I could almost feel Brian running his options through his head .

“He's a much bigger client Bill,” he said quietly, “and he's connected, ya know. I don't need that kind of trouble.”

“Lie to me again Brian and I'll rain trouble on you that will make those concerns feel like they're playing patty cake. Now where the fuck is he?”

Brian paused for another minute while he weighed that.

“WHERE?” I shouted.

“He has a villa out side of a town called Casilda, south west of Trinidad. Its on the coast and over looks the sea. That's all I know. Really that's it.”

“Find a new career Brian, leave the country, You're finished here. You know that don't you?” I said calmly. “And don't bother to send me a bill either.” I hung up.

Time to put plan B into motion. I called the Russians.

Annie

Janeen and I were laying out on the chaise lounges on the patio slathered in suntan oil, nude, getting a little “all over” tan. If you looked closely you could see the beginnings of my baby bump.

Marcus chose that moment to come through the patio doors and stride over to us. Janeen looked up at him and smiled seductively.

“Janeen, can you go and find Anton or something,” Marcus said dismissively. “I need some alone time with Annie.”

The smile left Janeen's face and was replaced by a dark look, first at Marcus then at me. I suddenly clued into why she was so distant and hostile to me. She wanted Marcus for herself and had probably been fucking him pretty regularly before I came along. That had all stopped when I became Marcus's property and favourite fuck toy.

As Janeen left Marcus leaned over and gave me a long slow, lingering French kiss. It caused my pussy to moisten .

There was little doubt that Marcus and I were falling in love. There were more and more of these tender moments between us. Our love making was becoming just that, love making not just wild fucking.

“I had a chat with the Doc,” he said, “He says that because of the multiple birth situation, we have to tone down our intercourse and for the last month or so, stop completely.”

He looked a bit sad at that, but brightened somewhat as he added “But we can continue to do other things right up to the delivery date.”

With that he laid me down on the chaise and flattened it out like a bed. He pulled me up by my shoulders to the end of the chaise, on my back with my head falling over the end. Then he stood by my head and removed his trousers and boxers. His cock was rock hard and sticking straight out at 90 degrees to his body.

“For instance we can do this.” He placed the head of his cock at my mouth and gently pushed in.

I opened my mouth and relaxed my throat – I knew what he wanted and what was coming. He slowly impaled his cock into my mouth and began to slide the entire monster down my throat. All the way down until his balls rested on my forehead and eyelids. Marcus loved this almost as much as he loved fucking my pussy. He claimed that no other woman could take him to the root, orally. I was proud that I could do this for him, give him such pleasure with another part of my body.

Marcus long stroked my throat so I could breath on the out stroke. He rammed back in again , and pulled out, faster and faster until he was face fucking me like my throat was my pussy. I could feel his cock swelling and I knew he was close. I tightened my throat to provide more friction and was shortly rewarded with his loud groan and rope after rope after rope of his thick creamy cum streamed down my throat to my stomach. He pulled out enough to leave the mushroom head in my mouth where he erupted for the last time and filled my mouth.

Before I could swallow the last spurt of his cum, he leaned in and French kissed me and we shared his seed, and swallowed together. I was so turned on by that. He had never done that before. My pussy gushed.

Sitting down beside me on the chaise , Marcus looked at me intently and said the words I never thought I would hear from him, “I love you Annie, I truly love you.”

Anton

I watched them on the patio from an upstairs bedroom window, on the chaise lounge as she took his entire 11 inch cock down her throat.

I could see the outline of his cock as it pumped in and out of her throat. I saw it as it swole up and pumped about six shots of cum down her throat. It was an awesome site to behold. Man I had to get me some of that and soon.

It would be soon. This afternoon in fact, as she was in town shopping.
It was all arranged. Diego and I were to escort her on her shopping trip. There was a little dress shop she favoured. It would happen there. Diego was incorruptible, so he would die there. Too bad actually as I liked him, but he would stand in our way.

I knew some bandits who hid in the local hills and who would be more than willing to assist for $100,000 US. No questions asked.

Janeen was in on this too. She was there to make sure Annie went into the dress shop if she wasn't otherwise inclined. She hated Annie because in her mind Annie had stolen Marcus from her. You know what they say about a woman scorned.

Marcus

I was sitting on the edge of the chaise lounge after getting a world class blow job from another man's wife. After her swallowing my entire 11 inch cock and taking my usual large load down her throat and in her mouth, I had taken my own cum in my mouth and shared it with her. I had never, ever shared that level of intimacy with anyone - ever.

Almost without conscious thought I blurted out “I love you Annie, I truly love you.”

I was almost as stunned as she apparently was, from the look on her face.

She stared at me for what seemed like a long time, but was probably only a few seconds.

“I can hardly believe you finally said that,” she said softly, “because I have felt the same way about you Marcus, for some time now.”

I leaned over and kissed her hard and passionately, swirling my tongue in her mouth. She returned the kiss with the same ardour. We stayed locked together like that for some minutes until we parted breathlessly.

“I love you,” we said simultaneously, then giggled like teenagers.

“So where do we go from here?” I asked her.

“I'm not sure,” she replied. “I love you, but I still love Bill, despite the mess he created of our life and marriage. I'm pregnant with your babies, Three of them! I'm just so confused! I simply don't know what to do, which way to jump!”

“Well...I guess I'm going to add a little more to your dilemma,” I said to her in a soft voice. She looked back at me puzzled.

“I want out,” I said.

“Out of what?” she replied with a startled tone.

“Out of this life,” I said firmly. She looked aghast. Realizing what she thought, I quickly said, “No, not that! Out of this lifestyle, the gangster life.”

“I got into it because of....” I paused, “well, there were a lot of reasons but they aren't important now, The thing is, I did get into it and I've been successful at it, but it's not me. I always hated it.”

“The macho posturing, the violence, the constant looking over your shoulder, both figurative and actual, to see who was sneaking up on you. Cops, enemies, friends...”

“You can't really trust anyone. It wears you down. You can't even have a normal romantic relationship. You can't ever be sure she's into you because of you or who you are and how much money, power or prestige you have.”

“You were different Annie. You didn't even know who or what I was when we met.”

“I fell for you the second I laid eyes on you through the security camera. I saw you there and I had to get next to you.” I gushed.

“Once I realized you had no idea who I was, I knew that I could have the dream. Children, a beautiful wife, a home and out of 'the business'. Annie, you are the key that unlocks the cell I've been living in for over 25 years.”

“Bill just provided the excuse for me to get to be with you, to have you, to hope and pray you would love me as much as I have come to love you.” I felt that I was babbling now. The cork was out of the bottle and the genie was all over the place and baring his soul.

“Annie, I want you to be my wife, to marry me, to bear these children and several more.” I was so emotional I thought if I said another word I'd start to bawl like a baby. I had laid it all out on the line. I was totally exposed, emotionally naked for the first time in my life.

Annie just stood there with a deer in the headlights kind of look on her face, not saying a word.

Then she started to cry.

Annie

At that moment I couldn't have told you why I was crying. I felt like a bottle of soda that had been shaken and then had the top removed. All the contents just bubbled over and spewed out.

Here I was standing before a man I should profoundly hate and detest. A man who had abducted me, drugged me, gotten me pregnant basically against my will and who had just professed his profound love for me in the most intimate of ways and I was crying tears of joy because he had just asked me to be his wife and mother of his future children, despite the fact that I was already another man's wife.

As much as I was happy that he had said those words, I was terribly conflicted. Despite all that he had done to get me in this mess, I still cared for Bill. How could I have fallen in love with Marcus? Could I hurt Bill this much by divorcing him and running off with Marcus. How could I just walk away from 15 years of a reasonably good marriage to an, on average, good man?

I was a confused turmoil of emotions, so I cried.

“Annie,” Marcus said tenderly. “Annie,” he said slightly louder, but just as tenderly. “I know this is a sudden shock. I know it's overwhelming.”
“You need some time to take this all in. Why don't you and Janeen go on a little shopping trip while this all sinks in. Sometimes a little distraction lets the mind sort things like this out in the background.” he said softly.

“Besides you're going to need some maternity clothes soon. You're already starting to show your baby bump,” he teased as he lovingly kissed me on the cheek and rubbed my slightly enlarged belly .

I dried my tears and said “ You're right, We were going to go anyway. ”

“Just know that however this falls out, I love you, but I still love Bill too.”

With that I left to get ready to go shopping and find Anton and Janeen.

Anton

We were all meeting up at the SUV for the ride into town. The ladies were in the back, I drove, and we were all waiting for Diego to ride shotgun. He was late, which was not like him.

One of the younger guys was approaching the car. Jesus Garcia. “Change of plans,” he said to me, “Diego has to go with Marcus on an errand so I'm going shopping with you,” he grinned.

Two things immediately bothered me. One, I really liked the kid, but he had to be the straightest arrow I'd ever met. He wouldn't ever go along with what was planned so he had to die. Two, in Spanish his first name is pronounced 'Hay-soose', but it is still spelled ' Jesus'. I just thought it was a bad omen that we had to kill a guy named Jesus on this operation. I mean I ain't superstitious particularly, but sheesh.

The trip to town was pretty uneventful. I drove, Jesus kept a watchful eye on the surrounding country side while he had light conversation with Annie and Janeen. About 30 minutes later we arrived in Casilda and pulled up in front of the local bank. Janeen went in to withdraw some cash for the shopping trip.

When she returned , we moved down the street further in front of a row of small shops. Jesus and I got out of the car first to survey the area and ascertain that it was safe and then opened the doors for the ladies. Standard operating procedure for body guard detail.

Annie and Janeen went into the first couple of shops and spent several minutes browsing. The next shop was the dress shop. I caught Janeen's eye and nodded slightly.

“Lets go next door to the dress shop and see if they have any maternity wear or if they can order some.,” She said to Annie.

Annie perked up and said “I know they have a seamstress, maybe she could make me some custom clothes that don't look so frumpy.”

“Yea, they could do that,” Janeen agreed as they exited the shop and moved to the dress shop.

As was our custom, I entered first, Annie and Janeen entered next and Jesus followed up behind.

“Strange,” Annie remarked, “Where's Victoria?” (the shop owner).

“Maybe she's out back with the seamstress,” remarked Janeen.

“I'll go check,” I said and stepped through the curtain that separated the front of the shop from the rear storage and work area.

“They're in here,” I shouted.

Annie

Anton went into the back room and then shouted “They're in here.”

Janeen and I walked into the room followed by Jesus.

What I saw was incomprehensible to me.

There on the floor, in a pool of blood was Victoria the shop owner There were two rough looking men standing over her and next to Anton.

The next instant I heard a strange puff sound behind me and as I spun around a rough hand grabbed me and shoved a chemical smelling rag in my face. The room started to fade out, but the last thing I saw was the blood on the wall and Jesus slumped against it with a gaping hole in the side of his head.
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Re: Winners and Losers

Unread post by nyjints2004 » Sat May 13, 2017 2:41 pm

A great update and a very hot story!!
We need more. This story is more hotter than the others in the forum.

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Unread post by SamWarrens » Sun May 14, 2017 5:12 pm

Thanks for the positive feed back. Glad you enjoy my efforts.
I have started chapter 5, but the thought occurred to me that readers might want to make suggestions as to plot developments or sexual situations they might like to see incorporated into the story in future chapters. No guarantee but I will consider all suggestions.
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Unread post by sensual9696 » Mon May 15, 2017 10:14 pm

Please do continue... you are an excellent writer!

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Unread post by SamWarrens » Sun May 28, 2017 2:34 am

Almost finished chapter 5. Was looking forward to reader suggestions about different sex scenes or plot twists. Don't be shy. Let me know what you do or don't like about the story and what you think should happen. Your comments are the only pay I get for writing this for you.
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Unread post by wingman » Mon May 29, 2017 8:10 am

Great story!! I generally don't like black/white stories, but absent from this is all the stereotypical degrading black stud language crap. To me this makes it a better story.

Is the intro, where she says no, the middle or the end? If it's the middle, then a lot of cuck humil (of the tasteful teasing kind) would be possible.
My confusion is....Bill did not react to a prego belly, so did she deliver by the time they met. Would she leave her 3 kids??
After she is rescued, I wouldn't mind Marcus fucking her so good and getting her to talk about how much better Marcus is in bed, recording that and mailing it to bill. Bill is mad, but starts to get off on the visual (setting up the cuck humil). Annie goes along with it because she finally gets mad at bill for pitting lying about the finances. Annie could move in with Marcus and setup a cool cuck teasing thing.

Just some thoughts.
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Unread post by SamWarrens » Mon May 29, 2017 8:26 am

I think I can incorporate some of these ideas into the story. Thanks very much for the input.
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Unread post by RugbyRaizo1991 » Tue May 30, 2017 4:14 am

So far it seems pretty chill, form the beginning it kind of already seems like Bill lost of his wife, that No when he said come home makes it almost clear after all is said and done she changes her mind on being with him. I'm not sure I understand how Annie will have feelings or even come to have feelings for a man who basically used her a bargaining chip to begin with then fucks her over by removing her stuff and knocking her up purposely and then tells her he loves her. He did just kind of use her as a tool and the smoothness at which he did this by should tell her he clearly has likely done this before, but people often write women as being Dickmatized lol

I don't really have any suggestions, but from what I see so far this seems to be set another one of those directions where the husband loses his wife and she goes on to live a better life with her lover while he (the husband) is picking up the pieces of whats left behind, wondering where it all went wrong. I say another because its rare to see stories on here with the wife leaving the husband for the love and suddenly realizing the fantasy of that person is gone now they they deal with the reality of who they really are on a day to day basis and suddenly they realized they fucked up.

Personally I think he should dump her and divorce her because she is pregnant by him (to me that is one of the greatest disrespects a woman/wife can do to her husband and in turn a husband can do to his wife). Even more so when the wife tries to pass it off as being the husbands child when its not, lying and cheating betrayal are big with me and cheating encompasses all three.
I believed the same of Mike and Jen and was happy Mike dumped her ass but sadly X decided to have them get back together and it ended off surprisingly well though I still think he should have really just left her ass where he found her after that.

However Bill agreed to this but the pregnancy thing he doesn't really know about how it happened so he can come to his own conclusions. Anyway so far this is pretty nice, you are doing pretty damn good so far in my estimation. Keep at it man

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Winners & Losers Chapter 5
By Sam Warrens
Copyright June 2, 2017



Annie

Anton went into the back room and then shouted “They're in here.”

Janeen and I walked into the room followed by Jesus.

What I saw was incomprehensible to me.

There on the floor, in a pool of blood was Victoria the shop owner. There were two rough looking men standing over her and next to Anton. The next instant I heard a strange puff sound behind me and as I spun around a rough hand grabbed me and shoved a chemical smelling rag in my face. The room started to fade out, but the last thing I saw was the blood on the wall and Jesus slumped against it with a gaping hole in the side of his head.

Anton

I tossed the keys to the SUV to the weasely looking little guy who had shot Jesus with the silenced Colt 32 automatic as he walked into the room. He never had a chance. With the silencer, no one had heard the shot, or the one that had killed the shop owner. Hollow point rounds had given the smaller calibre weapon extra killing punch. “Get the car and bring it 'round back,” I barked.

He hesitated for a second and looked at the biggest of the four bandits.

“MOVE FUCKER!” I shouted. The big guy nodded and the little weasel left to get the car.

I realized I was on an adrenaline high and needed to get it under control if we were going to pull the rest of this off.

I looked over at Janeen. If I thought I was a wreck, she was ten times worse.

“You...you...you ki... killed them!” she stuttered, her normally tanned features as white as a ghost and she was shaking like a leaf in a high wind.

“What did you expect!”? I shouted. “Did you think this was going to be some tea social?”

“Annie's not dead, just unconscious. She'll be up and around in about an hour with a sick stomach and roaring head ache, but otherwise unharmed.” I told her, trying to calm her down a bit.

“In the mean time,” I ordered, “everyone out the back door and wait for the car.” They all looked to the big guy again, he nodded and everyone went out the rear exit.

Bill

One of my mid sized customers was a group of Russians who liked everyone to think they were part of the Russian Mafia. They never overtly said they were, but didn't correct any assumptions that they were either.

In reality they were a bunch of ex Russian Special Forces guys (Spetznaz) who immigrated to Canada after the USSR collapsed. They needed to make a living here and ultimately relied on the skills they learned in the Soviet army. They originally supplied “Muscle” to several small gangs and criminal organizations. Once they learned enough about the operations of these small time players, they took them over one by one.

They had recently expanded into the drug trade and I had been supplying them good quality product at reasonable prices. I figured they would be in the mood to do me a solid.

Their current leader was a guy by the name of Anatole Pietrov. Woe is the man who presumed his nick name was “Annie” or any derivative there of. They usually ended up singing soprano. He liked to be called “Duke”. He was apparently a big John Wayne fan from years back.

If you valued your life you didn't make fun of his John Wayne impressions either – imagine a bad John Wayne impression with a Russian accent.

In any event, I needed to speak with him because he was the commander of one of the last Spetznaz units in Cuba before the collapse of the USSR. He had made very good contacts the five years he was there and still apparently kept in touch. If I was to find the whereabouts of Marcus Masters and my wife, I was going to need those contacts.

“Vall pilgrem, vat chew dooing een theese parts?” I winced slightly as Anatole mangled his Wayne impersonation with his Russian accent.

“Hi there Duke,” I said with a straight face, “I need some help finding someone, in Cuba.” A straightforward military type, Duke didn't like small talk and preferred to get right to the matter of things.

“Let me guess, you want to find Marcus Masters and your wife.” he intoned seriously.

Stunned, I gasped, “How the hell did you know that!”

“Ha! Bill, it's an open secret that black bastard set you up just so he could steal your beautiful vife.”

“Did he ask you if you wanted 'help' with your debts? No, he just went around to everybody and bought up your paper for ten cents on the dollar and took your vife as “collateral” on the whole ting.” he said matter-of-factually.

“Whole ting vas bullshit,” he continued, “you probably vould haff gone bankrupt or found another way out, but you would haff had your vife. Now he hass her and for sure that bastard is fucking her.”

“Not only that,” I moaned, “he got her pregnant...with triplets.”

“Yobannoe dno!” Duke spat in his native Russian.

“Bill, you need say nothing more. Pack your bags. We are going to Cuba to find this prick”

John Wayne rides again!

Anton

Maybe I should have listened to my superstition about Jesus. Everything has gone to shit.

We got everyone to the boathouse, that part went fine. It seemed like it was a clean get away. We went the wrong way down the coast. Switched to another vehicle and burned the SUV. Then we doubled back to the boathouse. So far so good. That's when everything went to shit.

The motor launch that we were to use to get out to our ship that was hired to take us to North Africa wouldn't start. The mechanic with the pirates told us that the part we required would take two weeks to get here and two more days to install. If that wasn't bad enough NATO was conducting Naval exercises all around Cuba and stopping every ship out of Cuba once it hit international waters. They would be on station for the next month; we were trapped here until they left.

The original plan was to have Annie off the island and on her way to her new owner with in 12 hours. It would have made Marcus Master's ability to rescue her nearly impossible. She would have been long gone by the time he could marshal any kind of effective search for her. This de-facto naval blockade had thrown a serious monkey wrench into our plans.

Were looked into hiring a private plane with an unregistered flight plan to get her off the island. Nobody would take our contract. They were afraid that we would be shot down and the plane and pilot would be lost. “Come see us in a month.” Was the typical response to our overtures.

We couldn't stay here more than a day or two. We had no provisions, sleeping arrangements, water, nothing for any kind of extended stay. Not to mention not wanting to draw attention to our selves by staying too long in a boathouse.

There were seven of us, Hector (the big guy and leader of the bandits/pirates), three of his band, Janeen, me, and of course Annie. Too many for the boathouse.

We had to find another location, safe from prying eyes where we could stay safe for an extended stay. Hector said he had men on it.

It was getting dark and we had everyone bedded down as best as possible. Hungry as they were no one grumbled too loudly, except Janeen who calmed down after I had a “talk” with her.

We were way over due to return to Marcus' villa so I had to assume the hunt was already on for Annie and us.

Marcus

When Annie and her escort team didn't return on time and couldn't be reached by cell phone or radio I had sent a second team out to find them and see what the problem was.

They found out. The police were already there at the dress shop. A customer had found the bodies of the dress shop owner and Jesus Garcia.

I got a copy of the initial police report from the local Captain of Police, a good friend and well paid associate of mine. The report said that both victims had been shot at close range. Since no one had heard a gun shot I presumed the attackers had used a silencer. This was done by pros. They had been so fast Jesus had not even had time to draw his gun in response to a threat. That in itself was odd. Both Anton and Jesus were well-trained bodyguards. One of them might have been surprised, but surely not two of them. You would think at least one of them would have gotten a shot or two off. There were no stray bullet holes or blood trails other than the shop owner and Jesus.

Besides Annie, whom I assumed was the prime target here; none of the other members of the group were found at or near the scene. I could understand the two women being taken. Both could be held for ransom or sold on the white sex slave market, but why was Anton not laying on the floor dead too? To kidnappers, he would have been as much of a threat as Jesus had been. Pros like this would have eliminated him as well. Unless....

Unless, he had been in on it. That had to be it. Looking objectively, this did seem like an inside job. A betrayal of trust that would not go unanswered nor unpunished. God Himself would not be able to save them if a single hair on Annie’s head was harmed.

One of my search teams had found our burned vehicle. There was nothing to be found in it that gave any clues as to where the kidnappers had gone. We advised the police where it could be found and widened our search area with the vehicle as the centre of the search grid. So far we had found nothing further.

“FUCK!!” I slammed my fist on the desk in front of me. “Where the fuck have they taken her!” I screamed in frustration.

“Well Boss, the good news is they can’t currently get off the island’” Diego said trying to sound reassuring. “ With the NATO exercises going on for the next month they are effectively bottled up here. No ships are able to get past the naval blockade without a thorough search and only regular commercial airline flights are allowed in or out. Any flights, other than those, are subject to being shot down over international waters. They’re trapped here, and we’ll find them.”

Diego was now my new head of security in Cuba given the disappearance of Anton. I was absolutely sure of his loyalty. Diego had been a local bandit leader who had run afoul of another local gang and had his entire team eradicated by them. He had been on the run and was afraid that they would kill his wife and son too. I had gotten them out of Cuba and settled in Toronto, Canada. She worked in housekeeping at my Toronto club. Her son had settled in well, gone to school, got good grades and was now studying medicine at the University of Toronto. Diego was so proud of “ my son, the almost a doctor.”

In the ten years he had now been working for me, he had kept in touch with many of the old fellow bandits groups and was now using those contacts to see if anyone knew anything about Annie’s kidnapping, or any other suspicious goings on. It had only been a day since her disappearance and we had heard nothing yet, but Diego was convinced we would fairly shortly.

Anton

Things started to look up on the second morning in the boathouse. First was the fact that we managed to bring in food and water. Everyone’s mood rose after it was doled out. Even Janeen stopped bitching.

The second good piece of news was that Hector’s men had found a safe house for us to stay at until things settled down and we could get off the island.

About 5 miles further down the coast there was a beach house that had been for sale for about a year with little activity. Not even the selling agent came by to check up on it. It was partly hidden from the roadway by trees and brush.

Hector had the “For Sale” sign removed as if the property had sold.

We moved in inside an hour. The property was partly furnished, and had it’s own generator so we had electricity to run the air conditioner and refrigerator and electric stove. We were set for the long haul.

I sent two of Hector’s men to get additional provisions, enough, I told them, to last us a couple of weeks before we would need to resupply. I told them to purchase at several stores for what we needed. Too large an order at one store would draw attention that we didn’t need.

I wasn’t so worried about the local cops as I was about Marcus and his men. Cops could be bribed or otherwise dealt with, Marcus and his men would be unstoppable and merciless.

I put Annie and Janeen in the master bedroom. It had a king sized bed so there was room for the two of them in it, but the most important part for me was that the room was on the second floor with a balcony over a 100 foot drop to the ground. The property sloped drastically down toward the water that accentuated the distance from the balcony to the ground. I doubted Annie would attempt to escape that way especially in her condition.

The other three bedrooms were divvied up between the rest of us, Hector and I got our own rooms and the three henchmen shared the last room, one of them had to always be on look out duty so only two beds were needed at any one time in that room.

When the provisions were put away, we settled in for the long wait.

Bill

The flight to Cuba was pretty uneventful. We arrived on time and our Canadian passports eased our way through Cuban Customs. It also helped that Duke knew the senior Customs agent and they hugged and smiled at each other like old friends.

There were 5 of us; Duke and three of his men, all ex Spetznaz, and me. Among these guys I felt like excess baggage.

We booked into a hotel in Trinidad for the night.

By next morning, after breakfast, we all went out to the parking lot behind the hotel and there miraculously sat two Jeeps, provisions, weapons and a Cuban army officer. Naturally, Duke and he were obviously friends. Hugs and back slaps all round with the Spetznaz guys and the Cuban.

Duke said that Raul (the officer) was coming along with us to clear any official “roadblocks” we might encounter and to ensure we didn’t get lost in the back country.

The weapons were distributed. I even got a Glock 17 pistol with holster and extra clip. There were a couple of AK 47s, some more Glock 17s and a sniper rifle. It seemed we were loaded for bear.

We sat 3 to a Jeep and we were off and headed south to Marcus’ villa. I was nervous and excited at the same time. Excited at the thought of seeing and freeing Annie, nervous about confronting Marcus. I was glad though that I had Duke and his men at my back.

“I’m coming Annie, I’m coming! Hold on sweet heart, I’m coming!” raced through my mind as we drove, “I’m finally coming.”

Anton

I should have known Janeen would be trouble.

Not only did she complain constantly about everything, (the food, the lack of entertainment, the forced confinement, lack of her make up and fresh clothes and on and on) she was also causing problems among the men. She was constantly teasing them with her flirting and sexy come ons. They had become competitive about her, each wanting into her pants. Even Hector was not immune. It had only been about a week and I was wondering how we would last another three or four weeks before we could move forward with the plan to sell Annie, and at this point I was considering adding Janeen to the sale package.

Thankfully, the men had not focused on Annie, yet. I on the other hand was fighting serious urges to take her every day.

Only one week later, I was walking past Hectors bedroom when I heard him cry out as if he was in pain. I entered the room to see if he was okay.

Oh yeah, he was more than okay. What I saw was Janeen on her knees trying very hard to swallow the fattest cock I’d ever seen. Hector was sitting on the edge of his bed with his head thrown back in obvious ecstasy as Janeen tried desperately to swallow that cock. Both Marcus and I are longer than him at 11 and 10 inches respectively, and we are both reasonably thick, but Hector while only about 9 inches long was as thick as a ready made soup can – about 4 inches in diameter, easily twice as thick as either Marcus or I.

I backed out of the room with out saying a word and I didn’t think either of them noticed I had ever been there.
“Shit,” I thought, “the cat (or should I say the pussy) is out of the bag now. These guys are all going to want to have Janeen now, maybe even Annie.”

I couldn’t really blame them. They spent months in the bush with little female contact and certainly none as fine as Janeen or Annie. I was just worried that since there was only one woman they would have access to they might start fights over her.

There was no way I would ever let them have access to Annie, she was my prize.

Bill

The ride to Casilda took a couple of hours. Duke, Raul and I shared the lead Jeep. I found that military types are not the best conversationalists, so the trip was mostly in silence.

We reached the town in due course. What was a bit curious was the high number of police and military in such an out of the way sleepy town. We parked and Raul went to talk to some of the officers that were walking past us.

We learned that there had been a double murder in the town about a week and a half ago, a dress shop owner and some bigwig’s bodyguard.

The only bigwig that I knew of in the area was Marcus Masters. My guts clenched and I had a sick feeling that this incident involved Annie.

Janeen

This just wasn’t what I’d signed on for. It was supposed to be a quick snatch and grab and that bitch Annie was to be gone to some rat hole in Africa. No big fuss no big muss. I would be back at the villa with some big story about kidnappers and a daring escape and then back in Marcus’ arms again consoling him on the loss of his fuck toy. Hell, if he wanted kids I’d sure give them to him. All I wanted was that beautiful cock back in my pussy where it belonged.

Now, they had killed the dress shop owner and that bodyguard Jesus, We were locked up in this house, with crappy food, I had to share a bed and bedroom with that slut Annie and worst of all I wasn’t getting any sex!

Well, I was determined to fix that last problem, pronto! Almost 2 weeks without sex was intolerable.

I had noticed that the leader of the bandits, Hector, had been giving me interested googoo eyes almost from the start. I knew he liked what he saw, a lot. I could tell by that large bulge in his camo pants every time I was in the same room as him.

We were in the kitchen, standing side by side at the counter, fixing some lunch when I made my move.

I sidled up to him and reached around him to supposedly get some butter for the sandwich I was making. I pressed my soft C cup breasts into his back and pushed my mons against his buttocks. He immediately stopped what he was doing and stood stock still as I dragged my body back across him to return to his side and continue making my sandwich.
I could see that his cock was now in a very uncomfortable position in his pants. As I looked up at him, I could see the sweat forming on his brow.

He was so flustered it was almost cute. Here was this 6 foot 4, 250 pound, mountain of muscle, a notorious bandit, shaking like a leaf because of this little slip of a woman.

I looked down at his groin and back up to his face, “Want a little help with that?” I said pointedly.

He never said a word. He just dropped his sandwich on the counter, turned and swooped me up in those muscled arms of his and marched up the stairs two at a time carrying me like I weighed absolutely nothing.

We got to his room, and he tossed me on the bed, turned and shut the door. The next few minutes are a blur. The next thing I knew I was naked, he was naked and I was on my knees and he had that massive cock of his in my mouth trying desperately to get more than the head in my mouth. Hector let out a loud moan. It must have been a long time for him too – probably longer than the last two weeks.

Right then I saw Anton open the door and look at us. He had a startled look on his face and his mouth was open in surprise. He recovered quickly and left, closing the door behind him. Hector never noticed he was there.

I could only get about half of Hector’s cock in my mouth, try as I might I just couldn’t get any more in. It took both hands to fit around his girth, and I pumped his cock that way as I sucked him.

As I said it must have been a long time since he had had any relief because he only lasted about a dozen strokes and I could feel him getting ready to cum. Two more strokes and he began to cum in my mouth.

The first spurt filled my mouth to over flowing; I swallowed it quickly because there was another spurt just as large right behind the first, and the second and the third. I had to keep swallowing or drown in his sperm. He ejaculated six times; only the last was reduced in volume.

“My GOD baby! How long has it been? You’ve been saving that for a while!” I squealed.

A man of few words, he only grunted at that and moved to put me on my back on the bed and spread my legs.

Despite having just delivered an exceptionally large load down my throat, he had not softened and he was still as hard as a rock. He rubbed that monster along my slit getting it and me wetter than I have ever been.

“Go slow there big guy,” I cautioned. “You’re bigger than anyone I’ve ever had and if you want to have me more than once, you’ll take it easy until I get used to you.”

Taking heed of what I said he pushed into me very slowly. He was stretching my passage ever so slowly but insistently. It felt so good, He was only in me just past the head and I had my first orgasm and I had one with every inch he sank that monster cock into me, until they were coming one on top of the other. I felt his pubic hair rub against my clit and I knew he was all the way in. He paused there just rocking gently, exciting my clit and letting me get used to his enormous size. After a couple of minutes and another orgasm for me, he began to slowly withdraw and as the head almost exited my pussy he drove back in faster this time. I couldn’t believe how full I felt. The sensation was exquisite. He pumped faster and faster, until he was pounding me into the mattress and giving me continuous orgasms. I was so wet the squelching sound of his cock pistoning in and out of me filled the room, as were his grunts and my moans. I was sure everyone in the house could hear us fucking like animals. I completely lost track of how many orgasms I had, Hector fucked me hard for at least 45 minutes before his rhythm be came frantic. I felt the enormous cock head swell, sweat was dripping off of him and on to me, he shoved into me hard and pushing in as far as he possibly could. He stopped thrusting as he came hard, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven hard spurts filled my pussy to over flowing. He collapsed on me and drew ragged breaths, as did I.

“Same time tomorrow?” I asked.

Annie

Anton was giving me the creeps. He kept me in my room all the time, brought me my meals there and basically drooled over me the whole time he was with me. He hadn’t done anything, yet, but it was obvious he wanted to.

The only out side time I got was on the small balcony off of the bedroom that faced the sea.. The sunshine and ocean breeze was a welcome relief from the stuffy room. The only rule was that if I heard the sound of a helicopter or aircraft I was to immediately go inside. This rule was strictly enforced by Anton and the others.

It was just over two weeks since they had grabbed me and killed sweet Victoria and Jesus. These people were viscous killers, clearly capable of almost any heinous act. I did everything they asked of me.

It was apparent that Janeen had settled right in comfortably. She was fucking Hector every afternoon and the whole house heard their daily fuck sessions. I had to admire Hector’s stamina. He could fuck her for hours at a time, non-stop.

The down side for me was that listening to them got me very horny. I was forced to Jill myself off to keep from going crazy. Clearly not as good as being with Marcus, but it did take the edge off and made it even easier to resist Anton’s not so subtle suggestions.

What I hadn’t counted on was the effect listening to Janeen and Hector had on Anton and the others.
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Unread post by slikpapa13 » Tue Jun 06, 2017 5:09 am

Interesting that not one comment in the 2 days since chapter 5 was posted. Bringing in the Russian mob, drug dealing to make money, the plot to kidnap Annie, has taken this story so far out of the realm of the believable that it's becoming hard to continue reading. Sorry SamWarrens, I like your effort but just as I've told Xleglover, some connection to reality is necessary to keep the story moving. Don't stop writing but please keep it more real, which IMHO makes for a better story.

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Unread post by RugbyRaizo1991 » Tue Jun 06, 2017 5:42 am

I agree with Silk, It's getting kind of crazy really fast and it's gotten away from the basis of what got it started. You are a great writer!!! but I think you threw too angles too soon and with them all happening at once it's confusing and it's hard to see exactly what you are trying to work toward. Question though. This isn't gonna be one of them stories where the wife falls for the lover/kidnapper/bargaining chip user and leaves the husband is it? She's already pregnant and at the beginning intro that was not mentioned, but it changes the dynamics so I wonder did she give birth to them or does she lose them? I just don't understand how people write women like this when that in itself is far out of the realms of reality and while I know this is fiction it's kind of sad, or maybe ive read too many stories of this that all the women virtually come off as the same person with different names.

I think it you slow the pace down enough to have your foundation, but have a pace where it still moves along this story would be one of the top on her.

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Unread post by hotwivesforever98 » Tue Jun 06, 2017 7:23 am

Awesome story Sam Warren!!!! Can't wait until the next chapter!!!

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Unread post by OOAA » Thu Jun 08, 2017 8:47 pm

It is a bit confusing this way of telling a story....

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Unread post by poppag » Tue Jun 13, 2017 9:11 am

I'm still really haven't made it to the end of your chapter yet. Looking forward to reading more. Good story

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Unread post by SamWarrens » Mon Jun 19, 2017 10:53 pm

Well, it's summer and the livin' is easy - it's just that the writing ain't. Chapter 6 is proving difficult. I've started and trashed it a couple of times. Maybe a few jugs of sangria in the back yard hammock will help me sort it out. Hope to get it out soon. Maybe slow the pace of the story down a bit too. Not so much of a rush to get to the end.
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Unread post by aguy4pleasure » Sat Jul 01, 2017 1:00 pm

Sam,

I love this story!!!

I'm very sad you might have abandoned it!!!

Please, do not stop. I want to see how this story moves forward!!!

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Unread post by SamWarrens » Sat Jul 01, 2017 1:13 pm

Not abandoned. Just difficult writing next chapter. Making progress.
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Unread post by aguy4pleasure » Sat Jul 01, 2017 5:56 pm

I'm wondering if, when Bill catches up with Marcus, the two join forces to find Annie. After all the Russians have contats with the same underworld people as Marcus. And, Bill showing up could heighten the conflict Annie feels between the two.

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Unread post by SamWarrens » Sat Jul 01, 2017 8:56 pm

aguy4pleasure; Have you been looking over my shoulder? I went with this scenario, then deleted it, then put it back in - still not sure how it will go.
I mean these guys should hate each other, but they both love Annie in their own way and the object is to get her back safe & sound - Hook up makes sense - but will egos get in the way?
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Winners & Losers Chapter 6
By Sam Warrens
Copyright July 10, 2017


Annie

Anton was giving me the creeps. He kept me in my room all the time, brought me my meals there and basically drooled over me the whole time he was with me. He hadn’t done anything, yet, but it was obvious he wanted to.

The only out side time I got was on the small balcony off of the bedroom that faced the sea.. The sunshine and ocean breeze was a welcome relief from the stuffy room. The only rule was that if I heard the sound of a helicopter or aircraft I was to immediately go inside. This rule was strictly enforced by Anton and the others.

It was just over two weeks since they had grabbed me and killed sweet Victoria and Jesus. These people were viscous killers, clearly capable of almost any heinous act. I did everything they asked of me.

It was apparent that Janeen had settled right in comfortably. She was fucking Hector every afternoon and the whole house heard their daily fuck sessions. I had to admire Hector’s stamina. He could fuck her for hours at a time, non-stop.

The down side for me was that listening to them got me very horny. I was forced to Jill myself off to keep from going crazy. Clearly not as good as being with Marcus, but it did take the edge off and made it even easier to resist Anton’s not so subtle suggestions.

What I hadn’t counted on was the effect listening to Janeen and Hector had on Anton and the others.

Anton

The sounds of Hector and Janeen fucking like animals every day, several times a day, quickly stirred up shall we say, “discord” among Hector’s men.

I suppose that they reasonably felt that they should be sharing in the “spoils of war” that Hector was enjoying - i.e. Janeen’s fine ass.

Hector didn’t quite see it that way, naturally.

Hence, the “discord”.

I understood their feelings. I was battling my own “discord” within myself about Annie. On the one hand she was a prime piece of merchandise (pregnant or not) and was worth more if she was not touched by myself or any but her previous mate. On the other hand, I wanted to fuck her eight ways from Sunday and feel my ten inch cock slide all the way down into her throat and cum a quart. Business or pleasure?
I couldn’t decide which side of me would win out.

Bill

We snooped around the town for a couple of hours. Raul and Duke proved to be unbelievably successful in pulling information out of the local police officers and local villagers, with the correct inducements (usually money; but not always).

With in that two hours we had a pretty complete picture of what had happened and who had done the job.

Locals advised us that one of the vehicles from the villa of Senor Masters had arrived in town with four occupants – two women; a striking blonde and a redhead. The blonde seemed to be slightly pregnant, accompanied by two men, one of whom was recognized as one of Senor Masters bodyguards named Anton.

This was not an unusual site. Both women had been in town before with Anton and other bodyguards before They visited a couple of shops and then entered the dress shop.

About 5 minutes later a man came out of the dress shop, not either of the men who were with the women, and entered then started the SUV. He drove it to the rear of the shop.

The neighbor to the dress shop who lived above their shop was sitting on her balcony. When she saw several people exit the dress shop next door. She said they looked odd and that is what drew her attention. They all appeared quite agitated. The large man was carrying the blonde woman. She knew him. It was Hector Cortez, a local bandit and gang leader. She didn’t know the other men but presumed they were members of Hector’s gang. The red headed woman stayed close to the black man. They all got into the black vehicle and it drove off.

It seemed we had more information than the police. We knew the name of one of the kidnappers and how many there were.

Marcus

Two weeks! It had been nearly two weeks and we had no idea where they had taken her! The trail had gone cold after we found the burned out SUV!

My men and the local police had scoured the area and reported nothing! I knew they must have missed something. The kidnappers could not have gotten too far without attracting some attention, so I had to assume they were still fairly close by.

The island was still under technical aerial and naval blockage because of the NATO “exercises” – but that would only last another two weeks at most, after that the kidnappers would be able to spirit Annie off the island to who knew where and the odds of getting her back would sink to near zero. We needed a break and soon.

Bill

Even a rank amateur like myself knew we were going to need a base of operations; one that could comfortably house the six of us.

I had seen a sign in Casilda for a real estate office in Trinidad. Posing as a Canadian tourist I called them and asked if they had anything in the area that would fulfill our needs for the next month.

I was told of a house they had for rent on the coast south of Boca. They suggested I go and look it over and if it was suitable they would send a representative with the rental agreement the next day. They said the building was unoccupied but I should be able to go in and look around. “Just look for the for sale/rent sign, you can’t miss it” I was told.

I convinced Raul to go with me to check out this house, mostly because I didn’t want to get lost or have problems with the locals.

We almost did miss it because there was no sign, and the building was quite occupied. I drove past the entrance to the driveway. And stopped about a hundred yards past it and stopped. I checked the directions I had been given and said to Raul “I’m certain that is the place but it isn’t unoccupied.”

“Let’s do a little recon – very stealthy.” said Raul.

We got out of the jeep and faded into the bush, moving quietly toward the house. We stopped, still hidden by the foliage and spied on the front of the house. Suddenly the front door opened and a large man stepped out, followed by a black man. They were having an argument about something.

“Alright, Anton, I will bring in a few more men and one or two Putas to keep them all occupied.” the big man shouted in exasperation.

“That’s all I asked.” said the smaller black man.

“Time to go.” whispered Raul

Marcus

I was in my study pouring over recent aerial photos of the landscape along the coast for 75 miles on either side of my villa, looking for clues and anomalies that might show where the kidnappers might be hiding.

One of my house servants came and knocked at the study door. “ Si?” I answered.

“Senor Masters,” the man said, “there are several men here to see you. One of them says he is a friend of yours, a Senor Compton.”

“Oh fuck!” I thought, “What the fuck is Bill Compton doing here…? Now?”

“First, find Diego and have him put men where they can overview the back patio. Then, escort our guests to the back patio and offer them some refreshments. Tell them I will see them shortly.”

“Si, Senor Masters.” The man scurried away to complete his tasks.

In the mean time I completed my review of the photos. My mind was a whirl and I didn’t really look with any concentration at the photos. I would have to scan them again later. “How the hell did Compton find me?” I thought. “Was he somehow involved in Annie’s disappearance?” Upon further reflection, that made no sense. If he were involved in her disappearance he would not be here now. He would have simply boarded a plane long ago, before the alert of her disappearance and have gone back to Toronto.

I needed some answers and the only one to give them to me was sitting on my back patio.

“Fancy meeting you here Bill” I said, stepping out on to the patio through the sliding glass doors. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Cut the bullshit Masters,” barked Bill, “we know all about the kidnapping and that you no longer have Annie.”

If it hadn’t been for my black skin they would have seen me blanche and then go beet red. Shock and embarrassment both at once, and anger too. I only paused a moment to gather myself.

“What do you think you know?” I shot back.

“Well my friends and I have only been here a few days and we apparently know more than you and the local police have been able to discover in over two weeks.” he snarled.

“We not only know who they are,” he continued, “ but where they are.”

“And we need your help to free Annie”
Great minds may think alike, but fools seldom differ.

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