Pleasing

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MARCEL POV

24 hours ago

"Stay here for me, oui?" I remind tilting her head to face me and she nods. "Jennifer... it's only for a few days. 3 max. I'll call you whenever I can." I say kissing her forehead. I hate leaving her by herself, sick! But, I have work to do.

Her hold on my shirt tightens and she whimpers as tears roll down causing me to tense and wipe the tears away quickly. "Chaton... no." I set her on my lap and rub her thigh. "I don't want you-you to leave..." she sighs wiping her tears. "Only for 3 days." I remind her and she lowers her gaze. Jennifers body slumps against me and I stroke her cheek. "I promise I'll be back babygirl." I coo and she nods slowly.

"Look at me chaton." I demand and she sighs sniffling. I could hear her stuffy nose. Fuck, get me sick. I don't care. I press my lips to hers causing her to relax more into my hold. My thumb hooks under her jaw to tilt her head up more to get a better angle. A breathy whimper slips out as I slide my tongue inside her mouth just to taste the strawberries she had eaten with her breakfast.

My fingers easily press against the damp fabric of her panties. "Soaked for me babygirl." I tease causing her body to shiver. My thumb adding more pressure to her sensitive bud. "I- hhh." Her face was pink as I pulled away. Her hips grind against my fingers practically begging.
She can't go a day without me putting my hands on her wether it's just holding her hand or pressing my hand on her back. I've realized her attachment has grown more. Her mind panicking of the thought without my touch.

I couldn't either.

"More." She whispers letting me push her panties to the side. My fingers quickly getting soaked to the feeling of her drenched pussy. Jennifer loves when I play with her pussy. "Beg." I say against her lips. My thumb gets coated with her juices as I rub her clit in a circular motion. An aching moan slips out from her lips. Jennifer tries to move her hips around but it was simply no use for her. "You love begging princess. So beg. Beg for me to give you what you want." I say looking into her heavy lidded eyes.

I could see the goosebumps covering her body. Her shaky stands gripping my forearm. "P-please" Jennifer whispers "I need you. Just-I- I really need you before you leave. Please!" Her head hitting my shoulder as she tries again to get more pressure. I got her to roll over her orgasm.
Sadly, I knew I didn't have time to fuck her desperate pussy. My fingers were rubbing all against it. Her swollen clit, her pussy clenching against my fingers. "Zabell!" We hear from the door. Since the office was sound proof Jennifer had to settle on the chair as I get up.

I could feel my pants tighten to view of her quivering thighs. She covers her pretty wet cunt with her shirt, shoving it in between her legs. Her blue panties on the ground. Since it was the morning her frizzy hair was covering her pink face. Before I open the door I look at her one last time and easily clean the mess off my fingers.

I open it slightly seeing Amanuel. "10 minutes jusqu'à ce qu'il soit temps." He says looking at his phone and then up at me. I raise an eyebrow as if I didn't know the timing. "I know." He sighs, "Nous avons tout réglé..." he goes on and I tilt my head. "I know." I shut the door and lock it.

( 10 minutes until it's time) ( everything is set )

Jennifer looks up at me sheepishly and I smirk at her shyness. She's so exposed. Vulnerable. Open. Just for me.

"I know.." she whispers. I easily tie her hair in a low bun letting me see her face. "I love you princess." I remind her kissing her forehead.

I had to deal with the death of my father. His men were now after me. And Jennifer. I know it.

Present time

I sit more up in the chair that was so fucking uncomfortable. Finley sat right across. "Why?" He asks restrained. His body tensed with rage and I raise an eyebrow. "He tried to kill me, quite simple." I shrug and he glared. "Liar! You're going to pay for this. You- wow." He shakes his head. I knew he cared for him. I hate it.

How could anyone love someone like our father? We all knew mother didn't exactly love him. She only cared.

"Where is Zayn? Last chance brother. I would hate to kill you." I say, sarcastic running through the last few words. His body tensed and his breathe hitched. I look over to Tavante with a smirk. "Go ahead. Frère." I seethed.

"I can't say. But you can't get away with killing me and father. It's-its impossible!" Finley shrieks with fear. But he was so wrong....

"There were 4 bounties on him. I didn't even accept them yet. As for you... we found 6 bounties. Remember Jamaica? Getting in bed with Lucas's daughter, tsk tsk tsk." I shake my head laughing. "Or... when you tried to get a stab at Mr. Darth. He really didn't like that..." I shrug with laughter. Mr. Darth was one of my strongest Allie's. He replaced my father in a way.

I walk to the front of the desk and lean on it staring deep into his eyes.
"Listen, Micheal is-is in Missouri. I don't- he licks his lips and I kick his chair over making him groan. "Liar." I grunt knowing when he lies. Licking his lips and looking up. I walk to the table and take the gasoline can. I throw the rag over his face and easily drown him in gas. Not too much. He coughs and screams with... who knows what.

I crouch to take the rag off and throw his chair back up. He heaved and looks around. "Okay! Jesus. You're fucking crazy!" He screams. Tears were forming in his eyes and I look away. "Stop crying." I demand and he looks down.

He doesn't deserve to cry.

"Micheal is in Texas. The shipment container where our- try again!" I glare at him and he sighs. "The shipment container where he originally had the crates stored. Micheal is organizing a raid for one of the shipments. I- that's all I know." He does the same lick lips and eye up.

I scan at my table and look at Tavante. He points to the knife. Classic. I walk back over and hum. "Finley, you know more. I know it. So, try again." I repeat. "Mar- I stab the knife into his laid out hand on the point making him scream in agony.

"Shit, are you okay?" I ask and he shakes his head. "Fuck! Call the- I'm kidding. Damn, I wouldn't have had to do that if you had just told me." I smirk moving away.

"Zayn is in California! Ahh! He-he... fuck me! Ha-ah. He's looking for that chicks mother! He- damn Marcel! Okay-okay there." He lets out and I slip a glance at Tavante.

"Why?" I ask and he shrugs with agony. "I have no-no idea! She's not even ho- I shove his chair back again and step on his cheek. Knowing his face is in pain. "I plan to kill you, Frère. So finish the sentence." I chuckle and he groans with a deflated stifle. "I- she's hot- but, you know! Damn okay get off!" He mumbles and I chuckle pushing off him.

  "Why?" I repeat and he groans. "I have no idea." He looks up with aggravation. "He can lead or something with- shit I don't know." Finley whines looking at me. He's holding back but not lying...

  "When?" I ask and he's silent for a while, I walk back to the table and he groans. "2 months. He's been there so far. Okay? He knew where she was. Zayn just wanted to-to do something with her. I don't know what though. Brother to brother- shut it." I shake my head walking back to my chair.

  "I appreciate the information, Finley. I'll be leaving now." I walk out with the recording file.

Now, I just need to talk to Jennifer about her mother. That'll be a lot.