Sweet but psycho episode 54

Sweet but Psycho 😽😽😽
🍹🍷 His perfect antidote 🍷🍹
💦 Story by: Bunmi B. Gabriel (BB) 💦
😋 Segment 54 😋
🍪🍘 Cookie’s standpoint 🍘🍪
I looked around the wood coloured bedroom, clutching my bag nervously with a fast beating heart. I was in his room, sitting on the cushion while he got me something to drink in the bar. I didn’t want to do anything, I didn’t want to be here. I miss Ted, I miss having him possessively yell at any man who touch or come close to me. Right now, I just needed him to keep me safe from this man.
Don’t be a coward Cookie, remember you’re doing this for him. You have to survive so you can return to him, your ring is waiting for you.
I smiled at my subconscious advice, I had a ring waiting for me. The thought of having him go on his knees and slip a ring into my finger was making my stomach’s butterflies flutter wildly. I reached up and grabbed the locket he gave me, my promise locket. The hollow in my stomach slowly faded off, I was feeling better again.
‘Here you go,’ he smiled, dropping my glass on the blue glass table. ‘Drink up.’
‘Thank you,’ I said shyly, tucking my hair behind my ears. I picked up the glass and held it tight with both palms, squeezing it like I was extremely shy. I closed my legs together and stared at the greenish blue liquid.
‘What are you doing here in Greece?’ He started the conversation.
‘Faced something terrible back in the state, wanted to get away and start afresh.’
‘What did you face? Drink up,’ I brought the glass to my l-ips and stylishly sniffed it for poison. I put the cup down and licked my l-ips.
‘Boy trouble,’ I said shakily, like I was going to cry. ‘Please, I don’t wanna talk about it…’
‘Since I want to talk about it, you will too. Now, tell me what happened.’ He commanded harshly. I scoffed mentally.
‘I’ve never been lucky with relationsh¡ps, even though I’d spent all my childhood dreaming about my perfect Prince Charming. Things like that don’t exist, I know that now a little tok late. I can’t even count the number of times I have gotten my heart broken and trampled on. I couldn’t take it anymore, I needed a new start so I came here to get one. I don’t even plan on having any s€×ual or rom-ntic relationsh¡p with any man…’
‘I am not any man,’ he cut in arrogantly.
‘You might not look very old, but I know you are. I can’t sleep with any man far older than I am.’
‘And how old do you think I am?’
‘I don’t know, late thirties or early forties.’ I shrugged.
‘And how old are you?’
‘Twenty nine,’
‘Again, what makes you think I am interested in having any relationsh¡p with you other than s€×?’ He asked with a innocent sly smile. I rolled my eyes and leaned back on the chair and folded my arms.
‘I am not stupid, that is why I said I am not interested in sleeping with any man, not dating. I really hope you can understand me, I am not in the right emotional state to get in any one-nightstand with any man.’ I looked away from his disturbing gaze and stared at anything other than his face. He remained quiet, Ted told me he is not easy to trick at all, a very clever man so I must be careful.
I heard him laugh wh0le heartedly, causing me to furrow my brows in confusion. I looked at him clearly confuse, mentally preparing myself for anything. ‘You my dear, are a very good actress but not good enough for me. Do you really think you can fool me? Deceive a man like me?’ He laughed. I remained calm, staring at him like he was some kind of lunatic. He stopped laughing abruptly and frowned, showing me once more how dangerous he is. ‘Who sent you to me, tell me and I will make your death less painful.’ He threatened.
‘You walked into a club, brought me here against my will, placed this…’ I trailed off, showing him the electric shackle he put around my ankle. ‘To make sure I don’t sneak out and run away and now you are accusing me of been sent by someone when I’m freaking close to peeing my p-nts. Tell me mister, did I beg you for attention… Hell, do I even know you?’ I asked as innocently and angry as I could, keeping my voice at a low and terrified pitch. ‘I just wanna go back home and crawl under my bedcovers, pretend like any of these never happened.’ I cupped my mouth as I cried.
‘Your crying doesn’t deceive me,’
‘Sir, daddy, please let me go back home. I left my life in New Haven to start over, to ignore my past so don’t f-cking add to my problem!’
‘You do not raise your voice at me!!!’ He thundered, rising to his feet. I glared back at him.
How dare him yell?! That’s Ted’s job!
‘I don’t care no more,’ I growled. ‘I’m starting to put two and two together and I now realise you are a mafia, I hate your kind.’ I spat venomously, channelling all my hate for Xeroc to the surface to prove my claim.
‘And why do you hate “my kind”?’ He asked amusedly. Amused from the fact that I could turn from shy to fearless in a matter of seconds, just by knowing he’s a mafia.
‘Because one of your kind ruined my life! Ruined my best friend’s. My sister loved him so much, loved him with her life, but he ruined and left her. She committed suicide after he left her, the shock killed my mother who was all we had. I was left alone, all alone in this world to face the merciless handling of men, get my heart broken to nothing. I was managing, especially with my best friend so far away. But you wanna know what? She fell for the same bastard. I tried to warn her but she wouldn’t listen, she saw him as perfect. The moment his original girlfriend came, he abandoned her, tossed her away and now she’s doing drugs. You see why? If he didn’t exist, my sister and parent would have been okay, my friend wouldn’t be avoiding me…’ I sank to the floor as I cried bitterly. I was praying and summoning all the assemblies of my cuteness and irresistibility, summoning every charms in me out.
I had to think of why I was doing this, who I was doing this for; for the people I love.
‘Hmm,’ he sat back on his chair and quietly watch me cry. I clung to the pendant in a convincing manner, planting conclusions in his head that it belonged to either my mother of sister. I pulled my knees to my chest and hugged it, wetting myself with my convulsive tears. ‘Who is he?’ He finally asked, his deep muscular voice cutting through the silence. ‘Who made you like this.’
‘That f-cking bastard Ame Greg Allen, the selfish and heartless monster! I hate him…’ Oh baby I don’t. ‘I hate everything about him…’ Opposite. ‘His breath, his voice, his body, his stupid face! That bastard deserves to die and if I had the opportunity, I would slowly ram a chainsaw into that d*ck of his and smash his head with a sledgehammer!’ I shouted angrily. The resentment in my tone was so convincing, I almost believed myself.
Ted, I love you, hope you know that?
From the corner of my eyes, I could see him smiling at me, enjoying the fact that someone else other than him hated Ted with his exact passion. ‘Wonderful!’ He clapped his hands. ‘Watching you talk now, I have a great idea.’
‘Huh?’
‘I equally hate him, that young man is a bone in my throat, a thick knife permanently shoved into my anus…’ He trailed off as he remembered whatever he wish to. I have never seen so much hate in one person’s eyes and body movement. His body shuddered; quaked violently with rage, hate and envy. He was more than riley at Ted.
‘Wh…wh…what did he do to you?’
‘None of your business.’
‘He chose Cephas’ Newton’s daughter over my friend, I’m sure she will love to hurt him, hurt both of them very badly. I really hate him.’
He stood up and walked to me, stretched his hand to me. I took his hand tremblingly, pretending to be afraid of our proximity. He pulled me up and slowly mopped my face clean with his handkerchief. At least some things about him didn’t change, Ted’s and Duncan’s info was useful. He k-ssed me, sliding his tongue over my l-ips. I felt nothing but revulsion, but I didn’t let it show, opened my mouth for him to gain access. It was like k-ssing a walking bacteria and letting his old tongue transfer his virus.
Think of Ted, think of Ted Cookie, just him.
I thought of how his l-ips would slide across my mouth, how his l-ips would force me into submission, his hands taking a dangerous adventure between my thighs. I pictured him squeezing my br-asts, nipping my tits and eating it through my dress and me giggling. I pictured his fingers assaulting my cunt, pumping magic into me with every slow or fast thr-sts, with every rub and k-ss he gave my sensitive bud. I mo-ned into his mouth, imagining that Ted was the one leading me to the bed, imagining he was the one with me. With his thought in my head, I was able to endure the creepy man’s touch.
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I stared out of the window of the car as I thought about my life with Braddock for the last six weeks. I felt like a wh-re sleeping with him but I had to do it to avoid suspicion and earn his trust. I earned his trust more when I helped him solve some cases he was finding difficult, helped him planned ambushes on his other enemies. In my six weeks stay with him, he had gotten richer, more powerful and stronger with my advice. He already trusted me, never did a thing without telling me, never went to any secret meeting without me. The things I found out about him; the things he did for a living, the people betraying my father and Ted was so shocking I almost passed out.
Braddock kidnapped and sold children and women, trafficked drugs, guns, illegal weapons and human org-ns. It was sickening how he would have poor people butchered, packaged like real meat and sell it in a market to unsuspecting people. Some of the buyers knew, cannibals. Some parts like the kidneys, hearts, blood… All those were sold to both unaware and aware hospitals. It made me sick thinking of the amount of people he was killing for money. I already had the locations of all his warehouses, butcher sites, markets he sells the part and hospitals too. All to be handled later.
Next, he was leading me to a meeting with all his allies, including Dinah. That was why I changed Dinah, to have her assist me and she was helping well. I had convinced him that gathering all Ted’s enemies would be good and he believed. He was seeing me as a goddess.
I just hope Ted can forgive me for sleeping with him countless of times, for cheating.
Voice one: it’s not cheating if he knows. You had to do it.
Voice two: don’t hate yourself.
‘We are here,’ I offered him a sweet smile. I made myself get a soar throat because of the allies that might be familiar with it. The throat was so bad I couldn’t talk or it would hurt. I waited for one of his men to open the door for me before stepping out. I walked over to him, resting my head on his bicep. I had my makeup set to pale and sick, to hide my face and for effect, I added glasses. It was nonmedical but stylist, part of my dressing. ‘Are you sure you can do this?’ I nodded. ‘You look really sick.’
‘I’m fine,’ I managed to gasp out. I didn’t want to look too suspicious so I secretly drank kiwifruit juice. I’m allergic to it. Drinking or eating that fruit results to weakness and soar throat. With a little flair and impeccable acting, I made it perfect. He led me into the house where there were meeting, in a cabin deep in,side the woods.
I lowered my head when we walked in, avoiding eye contact with everyone. ‘What is he doing here!’ Braddock shouted immediately he saw Maurice.
‘Calm down, I brought him here,’ Dinah said nonchalantly.
‘Why?! He can…’
‘I want to assure you that none of what you fear will happen. I equally hate Ame, his arrogance and selfishness. For years I had been looking for his downfall, helped Tye though he failed and now this is another opportunity.’
‘And how did you know?’ Braddock growled.
‘I told him,’ Dinah said softly. ‘When I was dating Ame, I noticed his stares, the hate and we did talk about it in bed…’ Dinah looked away, feigning shame. ‘Then, I had only told him to come off it but now I know how it feels like to hate someone so much you want him dead.’
‘So you were f-cking his man behind his back,’ Dominic said with a sly smirk. ‘And the know it all king didn’t suspect a thing. I’m impressed with the two of you.’
Remember that Dominic that took Ursula away during the time I twisted my ankle or rather, before Ted broke my ankles? That Dominic that used to be Late Lucius’s best friend?
That’s the one.
They were others here too, including Yolanda’s uncle.
‘We don’t have time for this. Why do you hate him?’ Braddock asked.
‘Killed my sister years ago because I disobeyed him,’ Maurice lied bitterly. ‘She had nothing to do with my life, he killed her.’ I chose Maurice because he looks like a betrayal when he’s not. And, he’s a very good liar.
‘Hmm,’ I hummed, taking my seat.
‘Is this her? The brain behind your recent success?’ Yolanda’s uncle, Cameroon, asked. Brad nodded, taking his seat beside me. ‘It’s nice to meet you…?’
‘Oriana,’ I coughed. ‘Sorry, I’m a little sick so Dinah will explain my plan.’ I looked at Dinah.
‘The plan is very simple. Maurice have informed me that Ame is having a secret marriage with Cephas’ daughter, the location isn’t secured yet but the plan is this. Being a very secret wedding, Ame wouldn’t expect that anyone would know about his wedding plans or the fact that they are flying to Florida for their honeymoon afterwards. Maurice is the pilot taking him there, along with Carlos and Bruce. Some other men would be there but they won’t be a problem. Maurice would drug Carlos and Bruce, kill them himself and slip you into the house.’
‘And then I just waltz into Ame’s room and kill him? It isn’t that easy.’
‘No, when you are carefully hidden in,side, your men would launch an attack to draw him out, leave the room to go fight. Ame’s weakness is Cephas’ fragile daughter. The mission is to kill her and slip out of there, leave a note that will taunt him.’
‘And the point of this useless plan?’ Dominic asked. ‘Where do we come in?’
‘You all come in like this,’ I forced myself to speak with my croak and shaky voice. ‘You are all going to launch a simultaneous attack on him, hit him from every angle. You are ten here and according to Maurice’s information, Ame has ten secret building that if lost, would wreck him. Each of you would launch a simultaneous attack on each building, taking whatever you can and burning the rest to the ground. Three of you are yet to arrive. A larger amount of Brad’s men would attack the main mansion, quietly. Their main target would be his daughter, his doc-ments and then, kill all. The remaining three that aren’t here would deal with Cephas, so he would be useless as well.’
‘Wouldn’t this attract the government?’
‘That is why it would be a clean kill. Just slip in there quietly, kill the girl, get his doc-ments and cause a natural fire. This isn’t the first time you are all pulling such tricks, remember you are mafias and his house is far deep in the forest estate. I will explain the rest of the details in time.’
‘Dead wife, dead daughter, burnt warehouses, treasuries and houses, he would definitely crumble.’ Another man chirped.
‘Then one after the other, we would take him down completely.’
‘I love the plan. His wife is a good distraction for him,’ Maurice smiled. ‘He loves that bitch.’
‘So, it’s settled, we follow the plan?’ Brad asked. He was happy because he believed Ted was blindly in love.
The real plan was completely different.
💚 Ted’s standpoint 💚
Maurice plopped on the sofa grinning. I was waiting impatiently for a report. ‘Well! Out with it!’
‘Your babe is fine, got your bro tied down with her brains and charms. The plan is still going to happen.’
‘How did she look like? Was she beaten up? Bruises perhaps?’
‘Negative boss, little bit sick but okay.’
‘Carlos,’ I called, turning my attention to him. ‘Hasten the marriage preparation, I need to get My Cookie out of there.’
Just hang on Cookie, this will be over soon.
To be continued.
Yeah, soon… 😁