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Ms. Amanda Newman was back in the states at her Saddle River, New Jersey home which she shared with her husband Paul. She was in one of her many bitch moods due to her very high levels of stress. Amanda had abit of paranoia and a deep animalistic type hunger which came from her severe cravings for blood money. The woman was hungry and to make matters worse the pressure was on and turned up to the max.
Amanda didn’t know what to do! She was being blackmailed. Then to top it off, both her life and career was on the line. Somehow, Paul had gotten hold of pictures and video tapes of her and Victor’s sexual relationship which took place often in their home right under his nose. Other times, they had met up behind his back as he went out to therapy. At first, Paul thought that the two were working together to railroad another international drug lord or some type of killer or something of that nature like the three of them used to do together. Over the years, they had their victims’ properties and money by falsifying forfeiture documents.
He heard his wife being fucked right in his home, under his nose while sitting paralyzed in his wheelchair outside the study’s office room of their multi million dollar mansion. The bitch had some fucking nerves thought Paul as the tears fell freely from his eyelids. Ever since then, things have changed dramatically.
Paul had installed cameras throughout his home and wiretapped his phone. Shortly after getting enough evidence on the two, Paul went to Victor who lied to him to his face. Instead, he went and confronted his wife and with the proof and evidence, made his intentions known to her as of what he wanted and expected. Paul also threatened to ruin the lives and careers of both she and Victor. He knew all the time that she would run to Vic and in turn Victor would come to him having cooperated on his terms. Paul already had two strikes against him. One for lying to him about fucking his wife and secondly for crossing him. Because that Paul was now a madman and playing a mean game of chess too!
All he wanted was payback and he would get it. Paul felt that both his wife Amanda and Victor owed him dearly, since he had been the only one to pay for the corrupted shit that all three of them had taken part in. The game was greed and how was it played? The answer is very simple. They were a part of “ the team”, as they called themselves. It consists of two corrupted U.S. Attorneys and one cunning female lawyer, Paul Newman, Victor Page and Amanda Palin as her name was before she fell in love and married Paul. They worked together to fuck the world’s wealthiest criminals out of their properties and wealth, through false documentations of forfeitures and bullshit plea agreements along with many other tricks of their trade.
The three would somehow end up stealing the money and properties of their target. These targets were mostly high ranking white collar crime lords, international drug lords and world renowned hit men with shit loads of money. Even a team of very wealthy unlicensed doctors and surgeons who operated on the black market selling organs and performing the surgeries were among their victims. The scam with the doctors was how and where the idea of them getting involved with the red market/organ trade came from.
The power of the dollar wasn’t to be fucked with and Ms. Newman knew this first hand. The thirst, the cravings and the hunger for wealth was unexplainable. It was like the ultimate drug because it was truly her high. Honestly and theirs too. This was why she was so deeply into the mess that she was in.
Now Amanda lay there at home curled up on her sofa waiting for Yoda to call her and ease her stress. She had given him a list of twenty females and their descriptions which were needed for their high-priced whorehouses. There was another list of fifteen other individuals who were to be murdered for their body parts and organs. This would soothe her animalistic cravings for blood money put an end to her stress. Well not totally. Amanda wouldn't be okay until both Paul and Victor were gone.
Ms. Newman needed a drink badly so she stood to head toward the theater and bar area of her home. She had too much on her mind and needed to rid herself of some of it. One of her main concerns was Raven. There was also the idea of Yoda wanting to recruit Madeline to their empire. Were they fit for the jobs they would be faced with? This was her only thought. She was sure that Yoda was doing his homework on both of these women with his other head. All this ran through Amanda’s mind as she reached her destination and poured herself a shot of Hennessy straight with no chaser. She needed something very strong especially since she heard Paul pulling into the driveway coming home from therapy. There was no way she was putting up with his shit while sober.
The man had her between a rock and a hard place. He was filing for divorce on the grounds of infidelity with hard core evidence to prove it. Paul was blackmailing and threatening to ruin her. Amanda had overheard him speaking about moving in with his female therapist. She’d come to believe he was seeing the woman romantically.
Amanda was scared shitless because once Paul left, everything that she’d worked so hard for would be gone as well. There was no way to rekindle their relationship so he had to fucking die. In order for her to remain happy, she and Yoda would make this happen. How could she have known that he would become her knight in shining armor? How could she have known that he would be her true love from the first time she laid her eyes on him? Their relationship wasn't built on sex but there was a connection and most of all there was true loyalty. That’s all that mattered to her at that precise moment.
Paul rolled into the house in an unusually good mood. This had not happened since his marriage began to fail. He had even taken the liberty to bring his wife her phone, which kept constantly ringing, to the bar area of their home. He knew that, that’s where she’d be. Paul had plans, he wasn’t playing either. He was demanding a total of fifty million from his wife and Victor. That didn't include what he was asking for in their divorce. That was another ball game. Paul’s plans and demands were about to ruffle the feathers of a handful of elite and very powerful people. Congressmen, governors, councilmen and women and even the fucking president had their hands in the Red Market human trafficking and whore business that he, his wife and Victor initially started.
Of course, Paul didn’t know any of this when he was hands on in the fucking business . Things had been eaten but still very small. Then Yoda came and helped expand its reach to places and distances he could have only imagined. Yoda did this using mostly his good looks, dick, wit and charm. Paul had to admit his wife sure did have the young stud trained. He always knew that he should have gone with his first instinct and locked the bastard up for life. Now Yoda had a little bit of money, power and respect along with the heart and killer instincts he always had. Paul knew that the fucker would surely kill him in a heartbeat if Amanda said so. This is why he decided to play it safe and be a sweetheart to her until he was able to move as far away from her as possible. Then he would start his attacks.
Ms. Newman was no fool. She was already a few steps ahead of Paul so when he passed her the phone and she saw that it was Yoda she politely said thank you. Then Amanda excused herself to inform Yoda that they had to move fast with both Paul and Victor. After speaking a bit more, Amanda learned that all was going well on the business side of Paul’s threats just in case it was too late. Paul was a dead man and so was Victor, who’d bitched up on her after Paul’s threats. Ms. Newman thought about this then smiled happily that she was starting to gain control of the situation now. She approached the bar, poured another glass of Hennessy and toyed with the idea of fucking Paul’s brains out that night. Revenge was served so much sweeter when pussy was involved!
Chapter Six