Olivias eye flashed, a new flame blazed from deep inside its walnut depths. "Charlez," Olivia hissed, her voice coated thick with hatred and malice. Not hot and angry; but calm, calculated, and determined. "Aye," Charles answered slowly, an eyebrow half cocked in anticipation. "Charlez, dey teed to keel mee," Olivia hissed.
Charles nodded slowly and listened to the hypnotic voice of the serpent, "Ee eem a fool, Charlez. Pierre moost ave noot allowd Ibarguen to week mee, when da storm approached. Bee da teem Ee was oon deck, theengs were een a retcheed state. Deen, a weeve heet oos, breakeeng heegh oer da deeck. Ee dought Ibarguen sleeped, eend keecked
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A broad grin creased Charles lips as she finished her soliloquy. Olivia caught the sparkle of a devious plan flicker and burst with Charles ice blue eyes. "They will need repairs, Olivia. There is only one place that can give it to them. Ill have Fazul change our course immediately..." he paused letting the pause hang in the air as he devoured her torn blouse displayed cleavage for a long moment.
Olivias head pulled back, she knew he was
gay muscle photography about to lay down his price. She could pay anything; no, she would pay anything he demanded. She had to get her ship back. Somehow she knew what his price would be, she eyed him coldly in the silence, like waiting for the trapdoor to open on the gallows. She dared not speak, hoping to keep his price as affordable as possible.
"Well, Olivia," Charles said with a wicked grin, and a hellish his, "these things I could do, for you." Then he pulled back and folded his arms across his broad chest, "If I might see if you still have the
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The Chief Pt. 02 Ch. 13
THIRTEEN
Sahjeed slept. Duulaat insisted; as did Wolf. Many did not, as they attended to the injured and moved the fallen aside. Alahbaand regained consciousness and his first words were of the Chief.
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