he smiled as he watched us rush by him, and he signalled to me with a head nod to the left, which meant take the road to left. As we rushed to the road that forked to the left we where surprised to find he had prepared a way for us to escape undetected. With help of Denzel we reached the airport unknown to me that the current means of escape where all planned out so that denzel would help aurora hide from her life and continue there affair with Denzel, who had secretly played his cards right when she was down and beat up she had given in to his devilish charms, as she antagonized the whole situation without a second thought Denzel stopped by the airtport main entrance and turned to the back where I sat embracing aurora as she pondered on what we where about to do. " listen prince, aurora is an amazing girl and she has a great and sweet personality too, for the thought that you my young brother I will let this slide for now but in the future you will regret this, oh wait I mean I will definitely regret this" then he turned to the front again, " hey little mama you can stop your whimpering you about to be free from family politics and drama, now go and by all means make my little bro grow into a proper gentleman, his the only sane one we got", "head for the cargo bay and there you will meet dennis, his getting the jet ready, I cant stand being in the same area as my perfect opposite, now off you go before I change my mind", we walked out the SUV and I approached the front window and stared at denzel square in the eye, " thanks big bro, I wouldn't mind going because I know you and exildah been hitting it off so its all good with me, just don't let her pride rot you lol", he turned and smiled to me, "I guess nothing gets passed you now huh".
Dennis made a quick break from the fuel dock of the jet and smiled at me gesturing in a silent way about how much his going to miss me. Then he turned to aurora who looked little bit low, knowing full well she was the major cause of this. "he derrick you better not mess this up, we pulled a lot strings to take you to malta and there no one will think of looking for you". As I turned in awe of the thought of being in malta and yet again the thought of the Mediterranean being at my back yard felt right.
As we arrived on the mild windy airport of the center bed island of Europe, Africa and the middle east. We checked in at the apart my brothers had organized leaving everything behind us we decided to have a moment just to us away from family drama, the safe have the island provided was outstanding, we blend in like tourist by the end of the month we where part of the locals we met mr Gonzales a carteen owner and mr Edwardo the manager of the automechanic store I had started working in building new relations. On some evening when the sun hit the ever vibrant sea bed the glow and glitter of it made a golden glow that only seen from a few places, Greece and cretes matched, however the best part of this island gateway where the women, there skin dashed a coat of the fine coastal winds, smooth and treated with the salty waters and the natural nature of there eyes, made them more to be desired the main tall and masculine like they where descendants of the mighty spartans, huge and well built and there skin perfectly tanned by the summer sun of the region. It was enough to make a dark tall slim guy envious. The thought a place so amazing existed was a thought of the movies a fantasy in some novel a marvel of a city, I sat down blended in the city work on the side and a fine fair maiden on the other. Aurora had some competition, alas her charming woman glow blossomed with the environment shooting her to the top of the cities most desired ladies and I was the rider teasing and stroking her flesh, she was mine and mine alone, so I thought. Many moons past and our life in Zambia became history with less calls from our family to avoid the cooperate world getting wind of us, aurora took a job at some executive lounge hotel at the east beach, while I tried my way in the cities auto mechanic industry with a knack for innovation I skipped to the high road of highest mechanic on the island. All greasy in my new fine looks ripped not to the point of being jacked but close enough to challenge micheal b jordans fits. My body tanned to perfect brick brown, when dipped n soaked in the oils it made me shine like a human figurine doll to scale. Mr Edwardo a father figure who helped me grow in the city taught me all he knew and I made sure to return the favour, he was a father of 3, two notorious mob boys and a young jasmine, his daughter, a fine brown skinned petite her greatest treasure where the eyes she hid behind the glasses her body was phenomenal, however the curious thing she was being molded to be a nun, which was a disappointment, I bet denzel would cry to see her beauty go the covent. As if it wasn't enough trouble brewed in my castle the local mob boss took an eye on aurora the only source of my smile and he wanted her, I received threats and taunts from the thugs. However I shrugged them off, she cried nights complaining of the harassments and threats from the thugs, I tried my best to counsel her, it was no easy fit, but we stayed strong. Our apartment kept getting attacked. It was a hoax, her agenda was different she was entangled with the mob boss and played the victim, looking for a way to get me to let her be with him. I was relentless because she was the woman I loved, call it toxic but her fragrance was captivating and her body nectar intoxicating, and the pleasure of her was outworldly.
One night I returned home to find it deserted, my aurora no where to be seen or found that aint me up hard. I thought I for one she might be working late shift, I waited till 11 pm and her beauty was no where to be seen. A deep cut hit my heart and I thought to myself, " what if she is bleeding out on some alley somewhere worse off raped. I rushed down to check at her work, as I zoomed out I met eye with her, a damsel under the moon, her radiant eyes flashed hard and her skin vibrant like it was deeped in milk and honey for centuries, jasmine there she was in her blue long dress walking passed carrying what seemed to be a basket, without a second thought I crushed into a bonquet of flowers and rushed away towards the hotel, she yelled something which I couldn't get, but I could see her smiling my way. As I approached the mable walls of the hotel a gang of 80's men blocked my path and said to me, "the boss is in no disturbance", the one who spoke hard a deep rus accent, well rus is Russian for short. An ideal wanka of a hitman, with my zero experience in combat I turned away with my half baked muscles and sat waiting, till hours when there a fine lady worn in her glittering dark purple dress short as it can be showing her caramel thighs. Her lips tainted red fine tuned to her perfect jawline, there she was my aurora. My face changed from looney toons bugs bunny happy to a dreaded dark evil from the old tales of women, as mr marcus the mob wrapped his arm around her as she stole a kiss from him with a passionate smile. My pride shattered, my mouth had a taste of red. Powerless as I was I approached them both, " hello mr marcus, how was your evening?", he responded in a calm jovial manner, " aaah my boy D, how do you do? I heard you fixed my cars last week, hope my boys paid you good?", to my surprised he talked in a way like nothing was wrong, and my intuition clicked, she was playing me for a fool, she was the serpent right from the start. I smiled and responded to his question as calm as I could, then I turned to aurora, she looked unbalanced now, mr marcus calmly held her by the waist and said the most darkest of statements a cliché from the most obvious of lines, " my boy am sure you don't mind this old man tagging with your best friend now right?" , I turned and walked without a word, my eyes red and peppered like salt on a would. I without hesitation called the only person who would understand.
"hello Anastasia its me your big bro".
Thank you for the journey to you all was an amazing experience to write my first try out book. This is just the beginning
,.....fin....
Tempted: secrets in the moonlight book 1
YOU ARE READING
TEMPTED BOOK 1: secret in the moonlight🌙
Romansa tale of how power can influence individuals to either be obsessed about or with or be motivated to or with particular things or individual achievements, the dark alleys of how a love paradox causes people to submit and compromise their ideals and...
