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  Zaneen knew she had already had the better of Andrew but being a woman she had to have the final word.

  “You must be out of your tiny mind if you expect me to apologize to you. I’ve never intended, even considered , marrying you, I’ve played with you to pass the time, There’s only ever been one real man in my life and you’re not fit to lick his boots putting it mildly, you could never be manly enough to keep me from straying into greener pastures. I’ll do one last thing for you, clean up this mess you’ve got yourself into with Burns purely because I said I would. But don’t ever ask me to do anything else for you regardless of what it might be; you’ll be wasting your time”.

  Andrew watched as Zaneen walked away from him without being able to think of anything to say. Simon smiled at him as he followed her and Philip Long, told him he would be well advised to go into the mansion and have a double brandy, as he looked as though he needed one.

  Andrew asked Philip if he could ask Zaneen not to leave a mess around his property as he didn’t feel he could bring himself to speak to her about it.

  Philip passed the message on to Zaneen, she just looked at him and smiled, saying that there would be no mess and giving him instructions as to what she wanted done while she was dealing with Burns. She then left in her estate car with Tarbra right behind her. It was just gone twelve thirty-five when Zaneen drove alongside Burn’s dented Jag, his head turned as she stopped with her engine still running, she could see the fleeting look of surprise as she opened her driver’s side window to speak to him.

  “Do get in Burns I come to have a little talk with you, not your heavy’s that seem to think I can’t see them behind us. I’m Zaneen Dean by the way, are you going to get in and go for a drive with me or are you frightened I might turn into a vampire and eat you all up?”

  Burn’s eyes narrowed but he was too big headed that to allow a mere woman to think he couldn’t be in control of any situation she might come up with. He got into the car and sat side on in the passenger seat facing Zaneen to examine her expression when she spoke. He was fascinated as to why a woman o such beauty had become involved with a man like Andrew Fletcher, and more to the point, what was wrong with the ma, allowing such a creature to act on his behalf, knowing she could be in danger of losing her life, he must be some kind of crank.

  Zaneen was heading in a round-about way for the vicler Edge where she knew ever dirt and sand tack, rocks and crannies’ inside out, when Burns threw his gun out of her car window, watching the look of amazement that Zaneen for the first time in years had shown under such circumstances. She spoke to Burns unable to hide the curiosity that her voice gave away.

  “I don’t mean to sound shocked, but why on earth did you just throw that gun out of the window, you must realise that I’m not with you to play footsy, I did notice you had the gun but I also know that it was the only weapon that you were carrying on your person, what makes you image that I’m not out to dispose of you?”.

  Burns openly told Zaneen what had gone though his mind when he had first seen how truly beautiful she was explaining that he had lost his only daughter at the hands of a rather warped man that she had fallen for, he had loved her too much to stop her from leaving, it was too late when she arrived home bleeding and battered to do anything, by the time the ambulance had arrived she was already dead. He had them taken up contract work in order to release the bitterness and resentment he felt. He didn’t feel that the world would be a better place without Zaneen, where as all the others he had been asked to dispose of for one reason or another had been able to justify in his own mind.

  Zaneen asked if he minded if she got rid of his heavy’s that were following them. He informed Zaneen that he couldn’t care less as they were getting on his nerves as well as hers, it was better if she could lose them as if he asked them to leave it would look more than a little odd. Zaneen then went on to the Viclor Edge, putting her vehicle into four wheel drive as she did so. Nothing gave on her vehicle as she slung it all over the place losing the first truck between two trees on a large mound of soft sand that Zaneen, being narrower, had been able to get though, going at a much faster speed than the truck. The other one had attempted following her down a narrow gully with a one in four incline. As Zaneen knew the gully well, she booted it on the stretch before, and slowed down as she turned to go down it, the truck not knowing what was around the corner came round far too fast and not having four wheel drive over-turned, giving a brilliant display of how not to do it. Burns had to admire Zaneen’s guts and genial performance; she had scared the life out of him but had proved herself to be superior to most of the men he knew.

  Zaneen drove off and stopped in a quiet country lane not far from her mansion. They chatted for some time and Zaneen decided that there was no real point in disposing of Eddie Burns, contrary to all the reports she had been given about him, maybe he was just a very charming ladies man which would explain other men not being too fond of him. Eddie made the fatal mistake of betting Zaneen that she couldn’t stop him from getting out of her car.

  Zaneen warned him he could get hurt taking on such a bet, but he insisted that no woman had ever been able to hold him against his will, he was under the impression that he couldn’t lose.

  As Eddie leaned forwards to open the car door Zaneen gave Tarbra the command to stop him from leaving the car. Tarbra had pounced though the middle of the seats and had a firm grip on his left wrist. A cold fear struck him as he had been attacked by an Alsatian as a child and had never forgotten the horror of it. He panicked and tried to get his wrist out of Tarbra’s jaws, he would never have taken the bet on, let alone suggest it, had he realised that there was an Alsatian type dog waiting dormant behind his seat, this dog was no ordinary animal, the blood was now dripping from his wrist and he watched the snow white teeth as they went though his watch, he again tried to pull away, but Tarbra’s jaws closed tighter on his wrist into his bones the delayed shock hit Eddie as a surge of pain went though his body from his right wrist.

  “Leave!” commanded Zaneen as she heard the grinding bones.

  Tarbra obeyed instantly, Eddie had passed out with pain. Zaneen went back to the mansion and informed Simon that Sultan would have to go without his live treat this time explaining to him what had happened, she instructed him to get Eddie Burns wrist seen to and to make sure everyone except the two of them was to be led to believe that Eddie was dead and had been fed to Sultan otherwise one of them was bound to kill him. Simon knew that Zaneen could be as hard as nails, but he could remember many times that she had saved a life when she thought the life in question was basically humanitarian, he would have been dead himself if Zaneen hadn’t been around at the time.

  4 DESPOSABLE NATURE OF A WOMAN’S WRATH.

  Philip Long took pleasure in collecting Burn’s Jag, as it went though his crusher, he wished his father had been able to see it. Next he wanted Preston, bollocks to Andrew Fletcher’s plans, he wanted that pleasure and when he had taken Zaneen back to Satra, he was going to get it.

  It was just before dawn when Philip dropped Zaneen off on Milve Beach. She made her way to the slipway and on getting into Ray colt’s Granada that was waiting there she was curious to know why Antony Williams was driving in.

  “How did everything go?” asked Antony as soon as she got in the car.

  Zaneen could see his nerves showing though his attempt to appear calm. Zaneen wasn’t quite sure what to make of Antony, there was more to him than met the eye, she wasn’t sure what she was altogether struck on him, she could feel a strange sinister adversary all about his person which made her want to recoil, she felt that she always had her bedded gold cross around her neck. Zaneen had been wearing this cross since she had been involved in a rather unpleasant experience when trying to find the missing wife of a client of Andrew’s. It had turned out that Andrew’s client was a member of a Black Magic cult and he had wanted his wife back in order to make up the numbers for one of their revolting Black Magic rituals. Zaneen had fo
und out why when she had come into contact with the wife. She had never forgotten it and she had the same creepy sensation as she sat next to Antony in Ray’s car. She chose her words carefully when replying to his question.

  “Everything is sorted out to my satisfaction, thank you for asking though. Didn’t Stephanie mind you coming to pick you up?”

  Antony studied Zaneen’s face as he spoke to her in a way that made her feel decidedly eerie.

  “Stephanie suggested that I pick you up, she’s a bit worried about the life expectancy of her father”.

  Zaneen pondered on his question for a few moments before replying quite deliberately with an answer that was in actual fact a very two sided query.

  “Before I answer that I would like to know what your opinion’s are, obviously you and Stephanie will not have the same clues on the subject?”

  Anthony was still studying Zaneen’s face as he spoke; she wondered what he was looking for.

  “I don’t think you’ll have had any problem working out how I feel about Mr. Preston, I’d be quite happy to see him rot in hell for his behaviour. I cannot speak for Stephanie as I’m going to be one sided about it”.

  Zaneen’s eyes started scrutinising ever feature on Antony’s face making sure he could have no doubt that clearly as he could not make a mistake on this point.

  “If you feel strongly about Mr. Preston, why don’t you go and sort him out yourself?”

  Antony knew she was testing him; he was fascinated by the power that Zaneen’s sage eyes could be mesmerizing when looking into his eyes. As she had been protective enough to spot is game he decided to see the reaction he would get by picking on her femininity.

  “To be honest, Zaneen, I’m waiting to see how the land slide goes before I make a move in any direction. What does intrigue me though is how you come to be in your line of work as I find it hard to understand why you have become so accomplished in what seems to be a rather unfeminine profession.

  Zaneen answered knowing what he was up to “I do what I think is right, there’s a large percentage of this world that needs a cleanup, I do it better and more humanly than ninety nine percent of men would, or for that matter would know how to”.

  “It’s a noted fact that the female of any species is always more vicious than the male, in the human species her calculating deception is instinctive with a sixth sense facilities as an example. I started at the age of eighteen by disposing of my father’s depravity ridden murderers, after that I considered it would not be a bad thing to continue disposing of a few more like them, you see, I have never taken on contract to dispose of anyone who is in my mind have asked for it. If you stop and think you would not be here now if I was out just to line my pocket”.

  When Zaneen arrived back at Brialdigc Ray Colt was waiting to see her in the lounge, his eyes followed her round the room as he spoke.

  “Have a drink, my love, I’ve got some interesting information for you, and I presume you’ve sorted out your commitments on the other side in your usual fashion without any problems?”

  Zaneen was curious as to what information ray had acquired, she stretched out across the settee to relax, feeling slightly shattered with expedition of the day catching up with her.

  “As far as I can tell things should be alright over there for a while anyway, so what’s this interesting information you’ve got to tell me?”

  “I thought you might find it useful to know that Preston’s wife Lora Preston is not one to be crossed in any way. Even though the two of them lead their own separate lives, she will fulfil any obligation that she considers her responsibility. If Preston is harmed she will feel cornered and there will be repercussions. I would rather that didn’t happen as Lora is Ricky’s mother, we separated when he was three years old, and we haven’t spoken face to face since.”

  Zaneen phoned and told Simon Peters to let the interested parties know what the position was with Preston for her. She then chatted for some time with Ray informing him of her disagreement with Andrew and stating that she’d put three parts of the reason down to Ray’s niggling her about Paul beforehand, she felt it had made her pick unduly on Andrew in the first instant, from that point on things had just snowballed from bad to worse.

  She asked him to stay the night in her spare bedroom explaining the strange vibrations she had sensed coming from Antony, telling him what she thought he might be mixed up with and why.

  As soon as Antony had arrived back at Zaneen’s flat Stephanie had demanded to know everything that had been said on their journey home. He told her virtually word for word what the conversation had been between Zaneen and himself but as she spoke to him he knew she wanted to know more about Zaneen’s affairs then she had any right to, he wondered why she always wanted to stick her nose into other people’s business whishing she’d take another interest in a nice little hobby, like flower arranging on something feminine of that sort.

  “I wish you had a bit more drive in you when it comes to finding out the way people tick. Zaneen must have a weakness we can use if necessary, we know she’s got a soft spot got this Paul Drey, but that is not going to be much use to us on its own.”

  Antony could feel himself becoming irritated with Stephanie’s attitude; he hoped she wouldn’t detect it in his voice as he spoke.

  “Stephanie, I don’t know where you get the idea that you have to have a list of weaknesses on everyone we are connected with; surely you can’t be that suspicious of everyone. Just because your old man had to know all about everyone’s affaires doesn’t mean you have to follow, suit, you don’t really want to turn out like him, do you?”

  Stephanie exploded at Antony’s insinuation that she would turn out like her father, screaming abuse at him. She had an extremely vicious tongue and as Antony didn’t feel like a full scale argument he went to walk out of the kitchen and into the lounge in order to get some peace and quiet. Stephanie couldn’t stand anyone to walk out on her when she was trying to tell them something she started to try and pull him back by the hair.

  This was more than Antony was willing to put up with, it didn’t help when she started to become hysterical, he took hold of her arms as she was trying to hit him with them and tried shaking her in order to bring her to her senses.

  Stephanie’s blouse fell open as he shook her, exposing a beautifully formed breast with its brown nipple jutting out, he could feel his member starting to strain in his tight jeans so he forcibly picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. Antony could see that she wanted him and knew that she liked a bit of rough and tumble on occasions, she had always told him this was one of the ways in which she could release tension. He left his clothes at the door, having locked it behind him. Stephanie could feel the sensation of her pussy pulsating at the sight of his erect member thinking of ways that she could make him suffer. He caught her arm as she made a dive towards the window and threw her to the floor sitting astride her as he ripped off her blouse; she dug her long fingernails into his masculine hairy chest, pulling on the hairs as she did so. Antony took hold of her wrists and held them above her head with one hand, he ran the other hand back down her extended arm and then onto maul her firm young breasts, feeling the nipples harden with expectancy under his hand, it amused him that she continued to writhe beneath him to try and stop his actions when it was obvious to him that she was feeling randy. Antony’s member was beginning to burn with the festering desire to fuck her as he rubbed it to and from on her soft belly.

  Stephanie could feel the hot sensation of her secretion as it soaked her pussy as Antony ripped off her skirt and she could feel his hand touching her skin as he untied the bows on the sides of her dainty blue knickers. As he pushed his hand between her legs, and found how wet her pussy was, his animalist instincts overtook him.

  Stephanie felt his strong legs pressurising hers apart, the weight of his body pinned her down and as she felt her breasts pressing against the hairs of his chest go hard almost to the point of being painful, she went into a s
tate of erotic bliss.

  Antony erupted into Stephanie’s dripping pussy, feeling his member being seized repeatedly by the overwhelming suction of her swollen pussy. As he thrust his member deeply in and out of her pussy he lost control rapidly allowing his pulsating member to release its load burning its own tip as it spurted out inside Stephanie.

  Antony knew he had come too quickly to have satisfied Stephanie’s needs, as it turned him on to experiment in sex and they had not done so as yet in their relationship, he suggested they should start again and try out a new position. Stephanie agreed without realising Antony had a very kinky streak.

  They got onto the bed and Antony asked her to put her legs up with her ankles alongside her ears, as she did this he placed the four pillows under her rump, Stephanie thought this was a good idea as she used to brass bars of the bed head to help her position herself for him. He ran his hands along her left leg as he removed her stocking; before she knew it he tied her left ankle and wrist to one of the bars, he had been leaning his entire body weight against her rump as he did so, making her body as arched as it could be, he then tried the other ankle and wrist in the same way. Stephanie was powerless to stop him. Antony could feel his member swelling rapidly as he removed the pillow from under her rump and could see all the details of her private parts exposed to him, it was the first time in their relationship that they had performed with the light on as Stephanie never wanted to.

  Antony noticed the expression of doubt on her face and assured her that she would love having intercourse this way as his penetration would be incredible.

  Stephanie was fascinated at the speed his member had re-enlarged, as her eyes focused on his members veins protruding from it.

  Antony readjusted Stephanie’s right arm and leg, moving them further away from the left one, she screamed at him to stop as she felt as though her hip boned were coming out of their sockets.

  He made his way back down the bed and started to probe his tongue around the bud of her pussy, he could feel it swelling and pulsating beneath his lapping tongue until he felt her spitting secretion with her body spasm’s as she reached her orgasm. Stephanie tried in vain to get her bud away from Antony’s rapidly prodding tongue, she begged him to stop as she could not stand the burning of her own coming anymore.