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U.S. Attorney Paul Newman’s clock was ticking and unbeknownst to him there were nearly seconds left on the clock. Paul had pissed off the wrong people and it was just a matter of time before the job would be done and it would be done gruesomely too, thought Yoda as he slouched back in his very expensive Versace leather sofa. How many ways can you skin a cat? He asked himself as he observe the copies of photos that were given to him of Olivia-Paul’s new interest of love and therapist. She had to go too. That was too bad! She was kind of hot.
Yoda hated the idea of killing a hot piece of pussy but there was no way he could leave her around to rouse the suspicions of others as to what exactly happened to cripple ass snake muthafucker known as Paul Newman. As they would so openly question, but then it hit him inside his head a light went off! He was done with trying to figure out what exactly he was going to do with the woman after he killed Paul.
Of course, he knew what to do with her. She could indeed live. Only after months of hard drugs then both physical and sexual torture to the point she was brainwashed and craved for nothing but sex and drugs. While she worked in rotation of his many whore houses. Yoda then quickly stood to his feet and headed toward his master bedroom walk-in closets to grab a few things before he headed out the doors of his West Orange, New Jersey estate. Kidnap and murder was the mission, but Manhattan was the destination all to wish Paul a final but brutal salute.
Yoda climbed inside his lovely purple Ferrari then hit the ignition and sought his destination immediately; 519 Broadway here we come he told himself. Yoda was excited and eager to kill Paul’s bitch ass after all this was one of the men who tried to ruin him and take his life legally years ago. My! My! My! How the tables have turned he thought to himself as he let out a wicked smile.
Meanwhile on the other end of things both Mr. Newman and Olivia were relaxing and enjoying themselves in their loft which was designed on a fashionably grand scale when they heard the buzzard going off informing them that someone was looking to enter their home via a private keyed elevator which led directly to their amazingly large three bedroom which can be easily converted to a four-bedroom pad without including the two master suites. Mr. Newman grabbed a hold of his hand held remote which controlled and operated the functions of his house with a single push of a button and considered the display pad to activate the camera that was built into it to see whom was at his home’s elevator. Once he was satisfied, he buzzed the elevator lock so that Yoda could get on and come upstairs.
“What brought this guy to my home? At this hour?” Paul asked himself but then dismissed the thought as his cockiness took over his rational state of mind and began to feel and believe that Yoda was there to beg and plead with him for mercy.
He was wrong.
Yoda climbed on and rode the lavish mini elevator to the apartment floor and got out when the doors opened. To his surprise, Paul was right there waiting for him.
“Let me guess, the bitch sent you to beg and plead with me for mercy?” He adamantly asked looking Yoda in the eyes wearing a big smirk on his face.
“Nah” Yoda replied seriously. “She sent me to kill you!”
The statement startled Paul and caught him off guard as he tried to laugh it off.
“I don’t think you have the balls!” he shot back following behind Yoda who took it upon himself to walk past the man into his home and took a personal tour of it.
“I don’t!” replied Yoda as he broke into a fake burst of laughter to ease the strong tension between the two.
Yoda was looking for Olivia who had gotten into the shower and he couldn’t afford to scare Paul too much and risk things. So, before he made his move he needed to know where exactly the bitch was in the very lavish establishment they had for themselves.
“Look the old lady needs you Paul,” Yoda said referring to Ms. Newman and breaking the silence amongst themselves.
“Oh yeah, well she should have thought about that before she fucked Victor,” Paul said in a very hurt and painful tone.
“Did you see the tapes?” He asked Yoda before he could say anything towards Paul first statement. And that’s when Yoda knew he had him.
He had struck a nerve and Paul went on venting his feelings and Yoda took in the features of the loft. The place had everything from Caesar stone work tops and appliances by Melle and Sub-Zero to stunning en suite spa like bathrooms which included rain head showers, deep soaking tubs and double sink vanities. There was also stalattiti gold polished marble and finishing through the place. Yoda had all this in, along with the knowledge and whereabouts of Olivia as he listened to Paul babbling and about his soon to be slut ex-wife.
Since the time was right, he went into his leather jacket coat pockets and removed a pair of white and black Nike gloves and a Smith and Wesson .50 cal. Revolver with a silencer suppressor on it in which Ms. Newman had stolen from Victor’s house without Paul ever knowing. Yoda then quickly put the gloves on and spun around shooting Paul in the face, neck and chest. Where he left three bullets center mass execution style. Next, he rolled Paul’s wheelchair dead bound body into the loft’s second bathroom where he ran some scorching hot water in the deep soaking tub and dumped Paul’s body inside fixing him up so that it would look like he was taking a bath. After this, with his gloves still on, Yoda went to a nearby wine chest, he had spotted while taking his tour of the place and grabbed the most expensive bottle of wine in the place. He then grabbed two wine glasses and headed towards the dining area where he lit all the candles that he seen in the area before shutting off all the lights in the house.
By then, Olivia was finishing up in her bathroom and was heading towards their bedroom so Yoda pulled the drug from his pocket then went to hide before she entered the room. The place was lit with candles and upon entering the room it gave off a very romantic vibe. Olivia had spotted the glasses of wine and quickly reached for the one with the single rose lying next to it which was for her.
“Aww Paul,” she thought to herself then smiled before she decided to toss her entire drink back and refilled her glass before he got out of the special tub built for him.
Olivia wanted sex, mind blowing slutty sex and she knew that she would have to be in charge because of Paul’s condition so she tossed back another glass of the expensive wine.
“Yes!” she screamed to herself inwardly. Sex! Sex! Sex! Olivia was overly excited that she poured and drank herself another third glass of wine. Then, just as she stood to prepare herself for Paul, the combination of the drugs that Yoda placed inside her first cup kicked in and she suddenly began to feel both very hot and horny so she decided to take off what little clothes she had on.
Yoda watched her very closely then twenty minutes later, the third drug had kicked in and Olivia had begun to hallucinate and finger fuck her pussy. For Yoda this was confirmation that the time is now, so he very confidently came from his hiding spot inside the dining area and in one swift motion grabbed Olivia by the ponytail of her beautiful red hair and flung her naked body across the dining room table.
Next Yoda dropped his pants and immediately placed a condom on his rock hard and exposed eleven inches of manhood. He then bent Olivia over the end of the table and went to work immediately pounding in and out of her both very hard and fast. The drugs had Olivia gone and in a deep trance. Although she was unable to focus she knew one thing for sure and two things for certain, that there was no way this could be Paul. No, this cock was like no others she had and after the first ten strokes she was already in love with it. Shit, she never thought in a million years that she would love the fact that being taken advantage of, raped, ravished or whatever you wanted to call it. The way she did by then Yoda had fucked the sexy looking blue-eyed redhead in over twenty positions and was now fucking her in her back-door entrance area and driving her crazy as he played with her pussy and clit at the same time.
Yoda drugged and fucked Olivia some more until the wee hours of the morning. She loved every bit of it as she was under the impression that Paul was playing some type of sick freaky game with her treating her to her very first enormous sized cock and black lover. The only thing she couldn’t quite understand was why the drugs? Until her lover convinced her that they were to enhance the mood and increase their sexual feelings for each other. Then he left her to rest for round two as he told her Lay and wait on your stomach.
However, before returning and waking Olivia to leave with him, Yoda had to clean up all evidence of him ever being there. Then he took the tapes of the home cameras and planted the murder weapon which belonged to Victor along with the tapes of both he and Ms. Newman having sex with underaged boys and he was gone. Off to Texas where he would see what happened to Paul in his SoHo home on the news while Olivia underwent her hoe-formation in one of his many whorehouses.
Chapter Nine