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He would storm this castle, confront its master, and take his wife from this place once and for all. No longer would he wait for the spoils of another man like a timid peasant resigned to gathering table scraps for sustenance.It was more anger and desperation than epiphany that drove him through the heavy front door that opened easily against his weight. Once inside, the opulence of the house's interior was lost on him as he blindly invaded room after room, ready to claim his wife at the instanthe caught sight of her. Pausing at the sweeping stairs leading to the second story, he looked up into the darkness, listening for the slightest whisper, a single footstep, any clue that might lead him to his first and final stand against this devil, this puppet-master whose strings held his wife in an endless dance of submission.Silence. The eerie emptiness of the house began to eat away at the confidence that had taken so long to muster, as though his wife's lover may even possess the power. I climbed onto the bed and motioned Fredetta to join me. We embraced and kissed.“Are you on the pill,” I asked. “You won’t be be able to continue training if you wind up carrying my baby. Also, you have to ask yourself; will a pregnant bodyguard ever be taken seriously?”“Thank you for asking,” Fredetta replied with a giggle. “I don’t believe any other man who would have bothered to ask and I appreciate your concern. To answer your question: yes, I am on the pill and have been since I was 12 years old. That was when older boys and men started badgering me for sex. The very real fear of being raped was what prompted me to start studying martial arts. To earn my tuition I became a babysitting demon.”“You can probably start cutting back on your babysitting jobs,” I said.“That’s for sure,” the black coed replied and followed that up with a kiss. “Now, are we going to continue talking or are we going to get down to some fucking? I hope it’s some fucking because I’m anxious to find out what.
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He continued.“When my mother got sick in the early 1940’s, my father dropped everything to care for her. Our family owned a share of a downtown Hotel. My mother was the hostess of the restaurant. Sal, Peter and I worked in the kitchen as teenagers. We never worried about money. But dad sold the family share to take care of my mother.” He paused as if to remember.“What was the hotel?” She asked.“It really doesn’t matter.”“Why don’t you want to say?”Luca put his hand on the back of his neck. He scrunched up his face. “Roosevelt Hotel.”Kay gasped. She knew he was rich. “Luca, I, I...”He held up his hand again. “Please Kay.”She nodded.“When my mother died my father wasn’t the same. He died a couple months after.” Luca felt Kay’s hand on his. “He always told me when you find the right woman you will know. Don’t fight it. Embrace it. Your love can be taken away so fast.” He looked up at Kay she had tears in her eyes. “But my father had so much heartache and pain over my mother’s death. I.

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