The Becoming Of Foxtrot : Principium

Foxtrot

Lister
A message popped up my screen as soon as I arrived outside my gate. It was simple.
Mayville Apartments
Kipande Rd.
E301​
Fuck! The devil didn’t even want me to catch a break. I did not respond to the message neither did I get the chance to enter into my own apartment.
Caesar hated being kept waiting and I had his delivery in my suitcase. I opened a taxi app and luckily one was just 3 minutes away.
I really wanted to take a shower but that would have to wait...when the piper played his tune we danced to it.

I got into the waiting uber with my suitcase.Kipande rd was just 24kms away my ETA read 43 minutes with the light traffic... it was barely 6 a.m on a Monday morning.
Traffic was smooth...a light drizzle hit the windscreen and I hypnotically gazed at the wipers swishing to and fro... my thoughts in turmoil as usual whenever I had to face this man who had completely derailed my ordinary care free life.
“Tumefika” The driver told me as he made a halt in front of a guarded gate. I stirred and looked around...this is the same street my father used to bring his Toyota Corolla for service and repairs in the 90’s
How things change - I mused
Gone were the garages and in place stood grand looking apartments.
I sighed as the guard let us through after the uber guy signed in .
“Will you be okay ?” He asked .
“Sure !” I forced a smile as I paid my fare and tip and alighted.
He paused for a moment... then smiled
“Well you have my number Incase you need an uber
Maybe I will be near you.”

I looked at him for the first time- he was rather well built for an uber guy ( not hating)
“Thanks Charles.” I remembered his name from the app description and walked away , slowly rolling my suitcase behind me towards the area marked lifts. E301 was probably on the third floor.

One knock on E301 and the door was opened by Boris... ofcourse Boris wasn’t his real name, this mule standing with an expressionless face was not Russian , I had named every character in this sordid mess after movie characters and a dumb loyal Boris suited this gigantic African.
He silently got out,obviously to patrol whether i had been tailed ,and let me pass... the door opened to a brightly lit studio apartment and even before I could see him I could hear him talking on the phone... Caesar , don’t get me wrong , I did not name him after the Roman dictator ,though he owned and controlled a tiny empire in the city’s underworld rather I had named him after the chimpanzee in one of my favorite flicks Planet of the Apes . He was my height , 5.7” dark and not pleasing to look at...but his eyes were dark and arresting ,obsidian black. Eyes that drew me in each time I stole a look and his aura was strong and vivid and his body thin but muscular, what he lacked in looks he made up with personality and intelligence.
“Foxy !” He grinned but his eyes remained cold and calculating.
“Did you come bearing gifts for me sweetheart?” He asked in a slow drawl.
“Goodmorning sir ,” I said as I put the suitcase up one chair. Pure terror flowing through me.... I hated this moment always. All sorts of worst case scenarios ran through me and all of them ended with me in a body bag.
I keyed in the combination of the suitcase lock and it opened with a snap and I slowly unzipped the suitcase.There beneath my assorted garments my hands found the toiletry bag and handed it to him.
He opened it and stared inside..
“Did you take a look see my dear raven ?”He merrily asked.
“I never check. I just deliver.”I replied as honestly as I could .
Ofcourse I did you asshole, how dumb would I be to cross borders with counterfeit goods and not know what I’m risking my life for ? I thought silently.
He chuckled... “You did good foxy.“
I sighed with part relief.
He took his cell and called Boris.
“Everything okay ?” He asked curtly.
Good! He said after awhile..I assumed Boris told him the coast was clear.
I smiled gently. “Can I go now ?“
“No.”
He replied simply.
My hopes fell.
“My debt is paid in full - it’s not even mine , it’s my brother’s! “I complained.This was not the first time I felt a certain dislike towards my own blood. This time he had gone too far.
Within a moment Caeser was on my side and the next moment my ear was ringing.Slap!
Fury blazed deep in me , no one had ever laid a hand on me since... I couldn’t even remember when ... Probably in high school when sister Lucy slapped me for being rude.
Tears and anger sprung up in my eyes.
I have always been rebellious and my eyes looked around for any sort of weapon.
He laughed as we slowly backed away ...my legs hit the edge of the sofa and he pushed me on it. I toppled and fell on it.
His dark cold eyes fell on me. I had seen that look before when I had started this whole business of saving Raphael’s life. See my brother Raphael was the black sheep of the family and he had joined the wrong company and messed with people he shouldn’t have.... but we shall get there next time.
Caeser’s hand went behind his waistband and came around with a pistol.A dark glock ...dread and something else took over me . He wasn’t going to kill me... the look which made his eyes look even darker intimated something more raw ... so primal.A look that must have reflected in my own eyes at that moment.
“Is this what you are looking for Foxy?” He asked as he knelt on the floor and traced the cold steel up my knee to the hemline of my tourist shorts ....I trembled .
No... I whispered.
You liar... his deep voice dropped a notch
I swear.... I started protesting.
shhhh... he hushed me.
His eyes...those arresting eyes gazed at me as he traced the glock all the way up to my jugular.
“I could end you right now“...he said calmly.
I closed my eyes and prayed to my gods...
“Look at me my sweet raven .... do you want to die ?” He asked.
I opened my eyes.
No I whispered...
It was so quiet... that moment. So much like the moment a coin is tossed in the air and one never knows which side the coin will land on
Heads he wins
Tails I die...
I held his gaze...how did we get here?
The unmasked desire I saw once before when he grabbed my ass after the first delivery...It flared once more in his eyes eliciting my own deep in me.
I bit my lower lip to suppress a moan unsuccessfully as his other hand suddenly cupped my woman hood.
Fuck ! I thought to myself... why does dominance always turn me on?

@Deep Sea amenifundisha tabia ya TBC
TO BE CONTINUED Tomorrow.
Goodnight.

 
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