She Was Here!
“What an adventure!” Aziel sighs. “We came all the way from New York to run into an underworld anti-drug civic group.” The men bend over to take a deep breath. “We're rather lucky that the drug lord got emotional. I don't want to think about how this would have turned out differently. Now let's get Kenjal to the hospital quickly to treat his wound. It looks bad," Andre reacts emotionally.
Kenjal dismisses his suggestion.
“Put some ice on it and it's okay. The bleeding will last for several days but there is nothing the doctor can do about it," he says. Aziel and the captain also look at his battered face. “Let's go anyway just to be sure. You never know if something is broken, don't take any chances, man," says the captain. He calls the taxi center and within minutes a yellow cab is in front of them.
“What do we do with the car? We need transport and now that Kenjal's is gone we have to look for other alternatives," says Andre. Aziel picks up his phone and calls Damian. Within minutes, the latter has arranged for the same type of car to be collected from a dealer in Miami. The wrecked vehicle will also be towed by the same company, which will later report on its condition and options for repair.
When the men arrive at the hospital, Kenjal can go straight to the doctor to get treatment. When the results are out, the doctor confirms that nothing is broken and prescribes some painkillers for him. It is already around the morning hours when they are outside the hospital doors.
They decide to immediately go for the car at the dealer that Damian indicated. When they arrive there, the branch manager is already waiting for them. “Mr. Renegade! The manager of Winfield&Co told us what happened. I am so sorry that you had such an unpleasant experience visiting this city," he says apologetically. He walks in front of them to the showroom where there are two copies of the same car Kenjal owns. “Look, we have the desired model in two colors. You choose.”
Kenjal indecisively walks around the cars. He had the Rolls Royce in white because he didn't want to stand out. But now that he's in the bright red, he changes his mind on the spot.
“Well, I really like this red one. I just wonder if I do want to stand out like that. The black one here is just as nice, but this red one is really an angel," he whispers, caressing the car. The other three men begin to laugh. “Man, what is that now? Take what you feel comfortable with. And anyone who has a personal problem with that should solve it by themselves," Aziel urges him. He then turns to the manager. "The red one, then." Kenjal walks with him to get the registration in order and to make arrangements to collect the vehicle the next day.
Then the men make an agreement to get back together after resting, to meet Clif at work. Nobody wants to go in the slum anymore. The captain returns to the boat, while the three others head for the hotel.
They decide to have a sauna and relaxing massage before going to their room. After the traumatic experience, they need a little more to get back to their old self again. While they are in the hotel's massage parlor, a beautiful woman approaches Aziel to treat him. She goes to great lengths to seduce the indifferent Asiel, much to Andre .'s amusement. After ten minutes he presses his face into the towel so as not to burst out laughing. The woman makes frantic efforts, bending over for him to look at her cleavage, perking up her ass to put bath towels on the bottom of a closet, and whatever. But Aziel remains uninterested.
“Miss, I don't want to discourage you, certainly not. But you'd rather see the man as gay as I am. He's the type of man who only loves one woman, he's been in love with his wife for years and nothing distracts him," he tells the masseuse with a laugh.
The woman looks up in shock. “Is he gay too? I got the impression he’s not. Are you telling me he has a wife just to be discouraging to hit on him? After all, he is a gorgeous guy.”
“I'm telling you the man is engaged. His wife is in Miami, I would just watch out. Loraine is not one to tolerate others on her husband,” Andre jokes. “And they also have a son. Well, lady, take my advice, you’re fishing in a dangerous pond."
Aziel now opens his eyes.
“When you guys are done gossiping in front of me, I want to add something to your conversation,” he says dryly. At that moment the woman bends over him again, her hands massage over his six-pack. Her blouse is open and her breasts almost touch Aziel in the face.
Now he's had enough of all this. He pulls out his phone where he has a photo with Lorrich and Loraine, taken during the photoshoot with the journalist. All three of them look happily into the camera, sitting close together. “Look here, this is my wife and my son”, he points out to the masseuse. She picks up the phone for a closer look.
“Hey, this lady!” she suddenly exclaims. Both Andre's and Kenjal's heads shoot up, looking at her expectantly. “She was here a few weeks ago for a massage with her husband. Now I know for sure that you are telling me a lie!” she accuses the men. All three men jump up from under their masseur and walk towards the woman. Aziel takes a stack of bills from his pocket.
“Look, this is for you if you tell me where she went. She is my wife, but the man in her company is holding her beyond her consciousness,” he tells her eagerly. The woman doubtfully takes a few steps back.
Kenjal comes forward and takes his membership card from the VIP Lawyers Association. “Look, I'm a lawyer, and these are my friends. What Aziel is telling you here is the truth. We came to Florida especially to find her," he tries to persuade her. “Look at the photo where they are happily together”.
The woman still doesn’t trust it all. “But he and the lady have black hair while the boy and the man she was with are both blond,” she reasons. Andre now also takes out his phone and points to a picture of him with Lorrich. “Then I could also be his father, just look”. The woman is now confused.
“We're going to tell you. The boy is this man's stepson, his biological father is a very different man, neither of these two. But the woman definitely belongs with this man, read the articles here where she herself explains it to the journalist, there is even a video of it," says Andre while giving her his phone. With this, she is convinced.
“What do you want to know then?” she asks as she takes the money from Aziel's hand. As she talks, she hands her colleagues who serviced Andre and Kenjal each two bills of a hundred dollars. “What did she tell you when she was here? She must have spoken to you. And what was your conversation with the man about?”
“Well, she was quiet, actually fell asleep right away. And when I was done, it took a long time for her to wake up again. Her husband did not allow any male person to massage her. He even brought his own massage oil from some expensive brand," says the woman. “Did any of them say where they were going?” Aziel asks impatiently. The woman has to think deeply about that.
“Yes, in fact, it was he who came to shake her up and tell her they have to leave because they were expected in Costa Rica by evening. There would be a party there that they would attend.”
Aziel's eyes light up, he takes out a few more bills which he hands her. “The name of the boat is Midnight Star. My colleague saw them leave because it was just a shift change and he drove past the pier as they walked onto the boat”...
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