No More Secrets
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NO MORE SECRETS
By: MICHAEL PATTERSON
Chapter One
Darnell Starks woke up on a Tuesday morning to find an assassin standing over him. The assassin wore an all-black army suit, black boots tied tight to his feet, and his left boot concealed a knife, one a little shorter than the one that Rambo carried. He also wore a black mask revealing only his eyes and mouth. In his left hand he held a black Glock with a silencer on it. This he pointed at Darnell’s head. With his right hand he removed his mask. The assassin had short blonde hair, about thirty-five or so, in good shape, quick, strong and fierce. His right cheek was scarred, Starks noted. A black rope coiled around the assassin’s right shoulder, then crossed his back to lie on his left hip. His belt carried extra clips for the gun he had drawn; another was still holstered. Some people would think that all the extra weapons were too much, but there’s no such thing as too many firearms in the hired-assassin business.
Starks pled for his life, trying reasoning and begging with the assassin. He had so much to live for. As he begged for his life, he thought about what it was he wanted to live for.
He was handsome, thirty-two years old, a real ladies’ man, black-haired, brown-eyed, remarkably mustachioed, with skin the color of almonds. He was very athletic and had a nice sense of style. He was highly intelligent, a graduate of Wake Forest University, home of Tim Duncan, Josh Howard, and Chris Paul, the NBA stars. He was a junior partner at Bill Jerkin’s law firm, but worked a few hours a week for the state in Forsyth County Court System.
He had begun sleeping with most of his clients. There was Karen Sweets, whom he’d helped with a lawsuit. Yolanda Jordan, well, he helped her beat a murder case. But the one that was the closest to him was Sandra. Sandra was the first with her caramel complexion, beautiful long black hair, C-cup bra, nice shape and a very soft bottom. He assisted her on her divorce.
She usually wore a gray mini-skirt and an all-white button-down shirt. She wanted Starks and he wanted her. He couldn’t wait to get her to the room at the Marriot where he had made reservations earlier that day.
It was a huge, incredible, nice and romantic suite. The two of them met on the eighth floor. Anticipating, Starks opened the room door as he kissed Sandra on the neck. He began to unbutton her shirt as she started unzipping her mini-skirt from the back. Starks pulled his shirt off over his head and came out of his shoes. Sandra pulled off her bra and kicked off her heels. He slipped his pants and boxers off. Both of them fell to the bed. He began to kiss her stomach while slowly taking off her panties, and entered her.
She began to moan as he wrapped his arms around her legs, lifting them into the air. As he gently stroked her bottom with his hands, she began calling his name, “Ooh, ooh, Starks! Ooh Starks, give it to me, oh give it to me, harder, harder!†After a while they switched positions, Sandra got on top, riding and moaning, running her fingers through her hair, then placing them on his chest. She was moving her hips in a circular motion, then up and down, faster and faster, moaning louder and louder. They were both kissing and sweating until they both reached their climax.
A couple of years earlier, Starks’ mom was killed in a train derailment. His father was killed at a red light on the way home in Chicago. Starks never knew much about his real parents because he’d been adopted at the age of five. He and his adoptive parents were living in Winston Salem. When he turned seventeen, Starks had strong ambitions and plans for the future. He felt he owed it to himself and to his adoptive parents, Steve Anderson, who was fifty-eight and retired from RJ Reynolds, and his wife Betty, a retired nurse.
