Stormy-Rein

His right eye was tied with a tiny piece of black clothing. And from that part downwards was disfigured. Like they had skinked acid on that side of his face.

As if he'd read my thoughts, he thought about something for a few seconds, his muscles ticking along his jaw. Then he said in an undertone.

"Oh, that."He rubbed the said face part.

It was disgusting, I had to look away to avoid vomiting.

"It's a result of the injury I sustained from a police officer. He shot me in the eye."

As if I cared to know. I muttered under my breath, winning against the urge to roll my eyes. I allowed my gaze to dart all over him.

Terror clenched my insides because I knew why he sent beast to hold me against my will.

He resumed smoking, blowing the disgusting fume into my face which made me coughed with my tongue out.

The bastard Somina White was back.

The last time I had heard about him was six months ago when he was arrested, when he tried escaping from the country and I was the reason why he got thrown behind the bars.

°•°Flash back°•°

Mr Blake, my boss gave an information to I and other reporters, one Thursday afternoon. It was about a notorious terrorist who derived pleasure in terrorising the city of Stamford.

He was not only a terrorist but also a sponsor of kidnapping, drug trafficking and prostitution.

His men were hired for assassination. They were all over the city robbing banks, assaulting people and smuggling goods. It was also known that he chopped off the fingers of his enemies and fed it to them.

Mr Somina White was an ex military man who resided in Russia, but relocated to Stamford when he left the Military force and formed a notorious gang of his own, terrorising the city of Stamford. Stirring up, all forms of violence and issues of concern in the lives and families of people.

He was feared greatly. The only weakness he had were women.

The two government informants, who had tagged along with Mr Blake, informed us that Somina White's house was filled with all kinds of women. The young and old, ugly and beautiful, tall and short, skinny and chubby.

The two government personnels who relayed the confidential information to us, had moved from one reporting agency to another. But were declined despite they sent by the government.

And that the government had issued the sum of two million dollars any journalist agency that'd get evidence for them to throw Somina White into prison. Aside that, they'd work hand in hand with police officers. But they all refused. People were scared shitless of Somina White. Even the government body.

However, Mr Blake, a lover of money had said the money wouldn't slip through our hands. He chose me, the youngest as the girl who would go to the pub. Somina White's favorite pub.

I was afraid at first and wanted to decline the suggested idea. Hell, I hadn't lived my life to the fullest. I was scared that I'd be used as a sex slave, or worst get my fingers chopped off, my eye balls plucked out, and fed to me. But I was assured that some police officers would disguise themselves, and would be there to keep watchful eyes over me. And they'd trail behind anywhere I'd go with Somina White. Plus I would be given instructions that I would carry out cautiously.

That same night. I was to go to Somina White's favorite pub. I bough a fitted top, tight jean pants and female boots. Mr Blake had instructed me to dress like a lady, or Somina White might not get attracted to me.

My stomach was uneasy throughout that night. I was scared, scared of going to meet with a cold blooded murderer, a brute. I was afraid I'd let them down, and my life my get endangered.

When I went into the pub,the wideness and spaciousness of the pub wasn't that much. It was unlawfully constructed but jam packed with people like sardines in a can. Who were carrying out all manner of things, smoking, sniffing drugs, drinking heavily and men arm wrestling. The smell of sweat and alcohol nearly drove me out of the pub.

So this is were the almighty Somina White frequently visits. I muttered then searched for him with my eyes, turning around uncomfortably as I almost missed a step and fell face flat on the floor. The stupid female boots were making me unsteady.

I spotted a giant sitted in the midst of his fellow look alike thugs, clad in all black, that looked like they would easily take the life of anyone who would act funny around them. And there were half nude strippers, dancing and twirling their hips on poles, in front of the man and his goons. Right at that moment, I needed no seer to inform me, that was Somina White. Because it was him.

I jerked my glasses upward, because they were already hanging down at the bridge of my nose. My stomach twisted into tight knots, because of the impend to handover confrontation with him.

I moved to the snooker pool in front of him, twirled my waist and feigned playing snooker, but was spying at him. It was what I was instructed to do.

I cringed inwardly, as I swayed my waist sideways to attract his attention. I felt so stupid, because I wouldn't in my right mind do such a thing. Then I bit bark laughter that was bubbling in my chest, and transporting it's way to my throat, when I had flash backs of Mr Derrick, my boss, who was swaying his hips and slipping his fingers on his hardened thighs seductively.

He was lecturing me on how to act in front of Somina White, so as to grasp his attention.

Closing my eyes, and putting the game to an halt. I allowed the voice of my subconscious to float over my head.

You're crazy Stormy-Rein. There are alot of ways to make money, than to risk your life for the Government. By being in the midst of hardened criminals. She told me.

When I opened my eyes, a middle aged man whose clothings were torn, on his bruise clad body, was brought to Somina White.

Somina White lunged over him, and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

I couldn't hear Somina White's voice but I could hear pleas and cries from the man.

Somina White's goons took the man away, to possibly cut off his fingers and shove it into his mouth. But few moments later, we all heard three gunshots in a row.

Nobody seemed to mind when they heard those gunshots. They went about with their business as if nothing had happened.

I wasn't surprised at this, they were all afraid of Somina White. Talking about the man who Somina White's goons had shot, meant putting your life at stake. You might get your hands chopped off. Or worst, you could get killed.

I played snooker for over an hour, and wondered why Somina White hadn't taken noticed of me. I was disappointed, also getting tired and sleepy. Partially glad that maybe, just maybe things wouldn't work out, and Mr Derrick would have to use someone else.

I yawned, with my hand fisted against my mouth, then felt some one smack my bum from behind.

I turned, hoping it was who I thought it was.

And it was him.

He came at last. I was half thankful, and half disappointed. I hummed in satisfaction then halted, when my legs started dancing out of nervousness. Because I was afraid on what to do.

"How much for the night."He asked squeezing my buttocks, probably thinking I was a whore.

That moment, images flashed through my mind, of me stabbing him with a broken bottle for squeezing my buttocks.

How dare him? I grind my teeth together in frustration, then gulped in fear when his huge intimidating height towered mine.

I felt like a chicken next to a lion.

A voice in my head told me to keep calm and not try anything stupid.

This was a man the government wanted. A man ruining people's lives, a murderer. Getting pissed over his touch would mean spoiling the plans of the government and willingfuly walking myself into danger.

I might get killed and the government would have me replaced with another reporter who'd play my role.

I made the decision to play along with him.

I smiled seductively.

"You mean all night?"I whispered into his ear, then trailed my forefinger from his shoulder and down to his left nipple.

Mr Derrick had said, the feel of a woman's touch on the left nipple of men, aroused them.

And it did worked.

He groan in satisfaction, squeezed my bum harder this time. His hand alone covered the whole of my buttocks.

He backed me against the snooker board, and my heart made a leap so high, that I nearly fainted.

"You sure know how to make a man feel good."He purred into my ear, squeezing my waist gently, and rubbing on my thighs.

Swatting his hand away from my thigh, I bit back a moan, because the little action of his triggered me, and sent bitter sweet shivers down my god-damned spine. I cursed myself under my breath, wondering how the hell my body reacted to the touch of a Devil, a pile of freaking cow dung in human form.

Mr Blake better gives me a promotion for this. I muttered under my breath, as I placed my hands on his, then lowered them down to my thighs again.

"Let's get out of here."He said pulling me along with him. It wasn't a question, no. It was an other.

My heart drummed in my chest, as I clenched my shaky fists.

The cops who had disguised themselves, signalled me that they were right behind me.

Thankfully, fear in me subsided a little, putting an halt to my dancing legs. But I was still scared shitless. And Somina White kind of noticed this, and stared at me oddly.

I rewarded him with a goofy lopsided grin.

I left with Somina White and his goons.

We hitted off the road, in his car, following a part that could easily be missed. And I thought about the police officers. Wondering if they knew where we were heading to. Because one silly mistake would get us all killed.

Rummaging through my bag to switch on my audiotape, I stared ahead of the dark road, with my heart thumping frightfully in my chest.

He was asking his men if they'd disposed the body of the man they had shot.

One of his men replied him they had not. That the body would be disposed where they normally elimiJasperd bodies.

I winced when I heard that, but was glad my audiotape was recording everything.

The car stopped at one of the four outer point of a street that led to his house. There were prostitutes on the road. Young girls and teenagers who were almost unclad.

A man pulling a girl violently by the hair came to Somina White with the girl. Somina White wined down his glass.

"What is happening?"He demanded, like the boss he was.

"Bossman, she's refused to join the other girls. She even spitted on a regular customer when he touched her."

Somina White's facial features marred into a deep frown "Why is that? is she a first-timer?"

"No, bossman."

"You know what to do."

The man gave him a firm nod, then landed a slap on the girl's face with the back of his palm. Causing blood to discharge uninterruptedly from her mouth.

She was very young, in her mid teens.

My heart swelled up with pity for her. A pretty girl who was supposed to be in school. Where were her parents?

Who brought her to Somina White?

All this thoughts hovered in my head when I heard him speak.

"Now, get your silly ass on the road and make me some money."He yelled at her.

The girl walked away slowly, with her hand supporting her mouth to keep the blood from oozing out.

I checked my audiotape, it had recorded every spoken word by Mr Somina White and his men.

I gulped in satisfaction.

Soon, we arrived at his house, alighted from the car. Then made our way into the house..

Before we got to his sitting room, we side stepped many rooms that I was certain was were he carried out his evil activities.

Somina White sat on a giant couchie, balancing his heavy weight. I sat beside him. And watched as he was brought another bottle of beer, after the numerous bottles of beer he had dawm at the pub

.

He dismissed all his men when I started rubbing his shoulders. That was the only frigging thing that popped in my head to do. And I was scared shitless of his hands on me again.

"Don't you have cctv?"I justed my chin forward.

He scoffed, then said "And risk get seen unclad by my men?"

I let out a laughter, a real laughter this time.

A knock came in three rows, and he permitted the door to be opened. Three men came in with three duffle bags. I was wondering what they had in those bags when Somina White told me to wait for him in his master's bedroom, that he'd join me anytime sooner.

I nodded excited, then made as if I was going to the bedroom but hid at the kitchen corridor which led to the sitting room and his bedroom. There I nudged my head forward, to peek and examine what they had in those bags.