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Unexpected or Expected Arrival?

Sand encrusted and wrapped around the speeding car as it was propelled towards the mansion. Gunmetal blue and grey eyes remained fixated upon the appearance and his hands twitched with momentary hesitation and anticipation.

"Right on schedule..." came Garthe's relieved words.

With a grin he added, "Do not engage, Karr. I've been expecting this old friend. You should, however, keep your scanner's peeled for you know who."

"I see.... and as you wish master, " the sleek black trans-am crooned.

Slapping the dash affectionately, Garthe clambered out to greet his friend.

"Itzal Adisa Kgosi," Garthe breathed clasping the man's hand tightly and shaking it.

"Ah, Garthe Bishop Knight, nice to see you old friend. How is your freedom treating you? And how is your darling mother?" The African-American questioned.

"I am wonderful thank you. I enjoy my freedom thanks to you. My mother is off traveling in Europe. I presume she is doing just great. I see you are looking as strong and ruggedly handsome as ever Itzal. How are the wives and family?" Garthe questioned with genuine kindness.

"They are well, thank you Garthe. Did I tell you my second and third wives are both expecting?" Itzal inquired.

The two continued chatting about families for about ten minutes when Itzal cleared his throat. "So Garthe, how about the false passports you wanted for you and your soon to be bride? I have the equipment in the car. If you would be so kind...." he intimated.

"Right. I nearly forgot..." the curly-haired criminal exclaimed, moving to help his good friend bring the needed equipment inside.

Itzal remarked, "I want to meet this pregnant woman you want to make your bride... I don't believe I've had the honor."

"She is sleeping upstairs if you'd like to peek in and see her, you can. First room on the right... or the master bedroom," Garthe replied, waving almost dismissively towards the stairs as his men helped him set up the printing and lab like equipment.

Itzal strode up the the stairs and he slowly popped open the bedroom door. With a gentle swing of the wooden panel, Itzal brushed into the center of the room to see the handcuffed but slumbering woman. His brows raised curiously as he took note of the way she was bound, a sly smile slowly etched across his face as he saw her beautiful face and slightly swollen belly.

He spun on his heels and walked out of the room, taking extra care to close the door behind him.

"Well Garthe, she is quite a prize. I see you are working on teaching her the art of submission and being obedient as I have had to do with two of my four wives," Itzal breathed whimsically.

Garthe let out a greatly amused chuckle, "yes. She was most uncooperative at first but I think she is beginning to warm up to the idea that I am her master."