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He Will See You Now

[ONGOING - DAILY UPDATES] Marcus Orlando is a young billionaire stationed at the heart of New York. He owns a couple of companies and real estates, ladies love his amazing physique and lifestyle. He's truly a heart breaker but there's a deep secret he can't reveal, Marcus is a sex addict and an insane serial killer. He sex traffics women for his pleasure, he likes to hurt them and when they disobey him one way or the other they found themselves dead. Things change when Marcus meets a mystery lady, a licensed lawyer named Diana Davis Miller who happened to be her private lawyer and a married woman. What Marcus wants he gets but this time things aren't so easy, and Diana plays hard to get whilst remaining loyal to her husband. These two are on a rough patch between intertwining their feelings and keeping everything in order. It's a roller coaster of emotions, mystery killings and luxury all in one setting. Content: This story contains strong sexual erotica actions, violence, drug uses, crime and dark romance. Must only be viewed by adult readers and it's rated MATURE. Please, proceed with care. ~ Excerpt Scene~ Confused and overwhelmed with everything, Marcus remained silent with a piece of cloth over his mouth looking on as Martin escorted a crawling and bleeding Jacob to the elevator. Martin opened the elevator and helped Jacob inside it - there was blood all over the place starting from where Jacob's car was and going all the way to the elevator. "You said twentieth floor right?" asked Martin. "Go to hell" Jacob cursed laying down with a bullet inside his heart and another one on his leg. "We are all going to hell, but for now. You first!" Martin shot Jacob on his head and then pinched the elevator to take him to the twentieth floor. Martin returned to Marcus and held his shoulder "Let's get out of here" he said and a scared Marcus agreed. This was a side of Martin that Marcus has never seen before, he felt perhaps his friend was possessed by something and he wasn't himself. The first time Marcus killed Linda, Martin was so angry about it and he seemed not to like killing and he was never a fan of it but now he committed a cold murder. "Good Lord! Diana..." Marcus was awestruck along the way and he reached out for his phone. Martin grabbed it. "What are you doing sir?" "Calling Diana" "Why?" "To inform her that there is a body coming up in her apartment and she mustn't come outside. She can't be blamed for this Martin, we must protect her" "Listen Marcus no one will ever think it's Diana who did that. She's knocked out in her room as we speak, she won't be the one who will find Jacob's body, relax okay? It's over" said Martin as he kept on driving. "Why did you do that? Why did you kill him?" asked Marcus after a long deep breath. "We will discuss that when we are back home. For now, she's all yours" Marcus didn't understand whether he should either celebrate or be cautious of what Martin had just did - but he knew deep down that he can trust Martin with his life. They drove silently along the road and Martin played Whitney's classic just so not to make things way awkward. The elevator to the twentieth floor beeped and a couple were outside waiting to get in, they didn't expect to see what they were seeing in front of them. The wife panicked and started crying, while the husband took his phone and called the cops. In just a few minutes the NYPD packed on the 740 Park Ave apartments and analyzed the incident. The whole building was ceased for a crime investigation, poor Diana, she woke up to such shocking news and she couldn't stop herself from crying her heart out. She called Demi and Jared to come over and then she called her mother Elizabeth and told her about what happened to Jacob - that whole night Diana didn't sleep at all.

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Chapter 74: Back To Love

The beautiful scent of flowers, the calmness found in morbid silence, the yearning of sweet blue berries and maple syrup on top of pancakes, the sound of horses, and of course —  Aymée Nuviola, a Cuban singer, pianist, composer and actress, nicknamed "La Sonera del Mundo" all over my ears as she sang "The Cold Drop" in the most soothing salsa way I've ever heard before. I was half awake but yet still I was still doing the moves on my sleep, reminded me of the club I was in yesterday in Mexico where Martin and I drank a lot of tequila and danced salsa with the locals. 

No one noticed me with the cowboy hat, boots and the beards which made me completely a new person. The vibe of the salsa music we had in Mexico somehow travelled to Rose Hill and I was grateful for Martin for putting up the record at such hours. I kept humming alongside Aymée Nuviola although my lack of Spanish practices betrayed me and I didn't know any words.