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- Herausgeber: BooxAi
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023
Meet one of the most dangerous men in Jamaica; Michael
Sanchez. A gentle yet savage, smooth, and handsome killer. In the eyes of the public he manages to maintain a good character, as mayor of Montego Bay, but what is unknown is his criminal dealings that he manages to get away with every time. However, when things eventually catch up with him and he and his underground gang is attacked, things start to go downhill. How does he manage the pressure and responsibilities of being a mayor, a father and a gang leader all at the same time? Welcome to the first edition of Enemy Zones!
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Andre Stewart
Enemy Zones
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Copyright © 2023 by Andre Stewart
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Published by BooxAI
ISBN: 978-965-578-154-0
ENEMY ZONES
ANDRE STEWART
CONTENTS
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
CHAPTERONE
Roaring thunderstorms accompanied by rushing winds and heavy rains tormented the city of Montego Bay for hours. It was certainly not unusual yet totally unsuspecting as earlier in the day, the forecast was sunny, hot and the clear blue skies had no intention of producing rain. But as the sunset on the evening sky, and temperatures slowly fell, the heavens took the opportunity to fissure a gateway of rain, thunder and dramatic lightening. In Westgate Hills an affluent, upscale and sophisticated residential community, a chrome-black tinted 2014 Audi a4 sped through undisturbed. It was precisely 7 pm, but the night sky was pitch dark as if it was approaching midnight. The vehicle made its way along Miami Drive and then approached Queens Hill, where the driver pursued an unwinding uphill path until it pulled up to an exotic and exclusive playboy-like mansion at the top of Queens Hill overlooking St. James.
The vehicle was made welcome by steadily opening tall automatic archaic gates at the foot of the house and after it entered the compound, the gates closed briskly. The driver parked outside of his garage exited the vehicle and made his way towards the doorway.
He was of medium height and built of white complexion. Before his fingertips could even skim the door knob it swooped open in a flash and took him by surprise. A short, thick, big-breasted, dark chocolate mistress stood at the entrance covered in nothing but a pink bathrobe and flip-flops.
I’ve been waiting for you. She whispered temptingly in his left ear.
It was his hot 27 year old wife, Vanessa.
Their lips swapped to his arousal as her fingers smoothly loosened his tie and wrapped it around her neck with the tail of it in the palm of his hands.
I wonder what has gotten into you. He snuggled on her quivering lips.
His breath stanched of Cuban cigars and Hennessy while his plain white shirt oozed Mexican cologne. All this just turned her on more and more.
“Say…” he paused as he managed to get a sentence while tugging her lips with his before he continued. “Why don’t you go upstairs and we’ll continue this in the bedroom?” he posed.
His voice was diligent, smooth and sexy, some true attributes of a successful businessman. And his words only added more fuel to the fire that burned inside of her.
“Ok.. But don’t keep me waiting.” She said as she slowly walked away from him and made her way to the upstairs bedroom.
He watched every inch of her curvaceous brown body as she went up the stairs until he could see her no more. Even though the night was cool, he was sweating quite shamefully. He took his shirt off, exposing his bare chest and went into the kitchen for two wine glasses and a refrigerated bottle of champagne. From where he stood, he realized that the front door had not been closed and his briefcase had not been put up. He immediately put the wine bottles on the kitchen counter, put his briefcase on the living room couch and stared curiously out the front door as if someone was watching him secretively. He then closed the door hesitantly and went to the upstairs bedroom to accompany his young wife, where they made sweet love into the wee hours of the morning.
At roughly 3:30 am, the showers ceased, but the breeze blew kindly enough to make the temperatures cool.
More champagne, sweetie? ‘She inquired as she held the two half-drunken glasses of wine to his attention.
Sure thing, babe. He answered. Then she left the room to fulfill his request.
Meanwhile, he was at ease, relaxed and exhausted. He lay on his back, both arms behind his head and his eyes paced to the ceiling.
