THE DARK KNIGHTS PASSION AND FIRE

The Mercedes-mayback S680 sped along the smooth tarred road towards MacStereens Manor, it was a windy day in Little Borough and it seemed even now like there would likely be a storm coming in. MacSteeren Junior whom friends popularly referred to as MJ because who had the time to always say "MacSteeren Junior" the young billionaire sat behind the wheel of his Mercedes-mayback S680, lost in deep thought, he had so much on his mind haven just left the city for a short vacation in his country home. He needed the serenity of Little Borough, and the peace and quiet of the Manor.

He needed to forget her Face, the moments they shared and her betrayal. Haven been engaged for six months and married for two weeks to the beautiful Shirley Davidson; a hot model whom he fell in love with on his business trip one year ago in France only to find her fucking another man in his bed on their honeymoon, the images of her face never left his mind for a second; she had lovely blonde hair, face like a gazelle, tall with straight long legs she was a sight for sore eyes. Shirley was a beauty and MJ fell in love with her immediately he set his eyes on her.

He remembered vividly images of their first encounter flooding his mind. He had just finished a business meeting with one of the multinational companies in France who wanted to invest in his new micro-chip project: he remembered starring at her, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he had seen a lot of pretty women; models, business women, actresses and all sort of celebrities, but she was the prettiest. Mj bumped into her just as he stepped out of the elevator and caught her just as she was about to fall to the ground. "I am so sorry miss" Mj apologized, "I apologize I was not looking" Shirley responded in the most angelic voice he had ever heard, she made him feel warm all over, he could feel the bulge and warmth in his pants, his maleness aroused by her sensual voice, he starred at her lips the red color of rose, her breast like two mountains inviting him to feel the soft round mould, at that moment he could only think of kissing her deeply pressing her back against the wall, her starred into her deep blue eyes and felt all his darkest and freakiest desires burning inside of him. Mj quickly gave her his business card without a second thought "call me", he said as he thrust the card into her hands. Everything took shape from that moment, they dated for six months, and on a magical starry night MJ proposed to Shirley and of course she said yes, it was truly magical. They had a private wedding in France, the world was magical and blissful for Mj. Two weeks after their weeding, Mj got a call from his biggest clients and business partners to fly to London in order to get some contract papers for his multi-million dollars project signed, Mj felt sad at the news and thought of leaving his wife, but unfortunately the meeting was too important, the biggest deal in the history of his company; he left his bride in his penthouse in Paris to meet a business partner in London to sign some papers for his new multi million dollars microchip project.

Mj felt so sad he had to leave his new bride for a few days, but the trip was an important one he could not reschedule. While he was away in London he spent every spare time on the phone with his wife, fortunately the contracts between him and his partners were exchanged sooner than he expected and so he could fly back to France earlier than slated. Mj planned a romantic surprise for his new wife Shirley; he made arrangement for roses, chocolate and expensive champghene. He could not wait to get back to his sexy wife, the love of his life, the woman of his dreams. Mj never thought he could love anyone this much, love this intensely as he had built a fence around his heart after he lost the only woman he loved so truly, his precious mother. The flight from London to France seemed to last forever, he was anxious to get to his wife, he did not call her to inform her of his return; it was a surprise. He thought of how much he missed her tender lips, her soft tender body pressed to his, magical thoughts of her in his arms enveloped him and he smiled.

He got to Paris Late at about 9:30pm that night, his chauffeur was already waiting to take him to his penthouse, he was thrilled to have arrived so quickly thanks to the fact that he did not board a commercial flight but took his private jet. The car, his Mercedes G63 sped along as he examined all the surprise gifts he got for his wife; the roses, the designer bags and shoes and a diamond necklace, he nodded with satisfaction, a shy smile plastered on his face. The chauffeur arrived at the penthouse and Mj sprinted to the elevator, he was so excited at the thought of seeing his wife's face, his maleness bulged in his pants as he visualized his wife's hot sexy body pressed against his. His penthouse being a smart house did not require the noisy turning of keys at the front door, only his fingerprint or smart card could open the door, he pressed his thumb against the doorknob and his fingerprint recognition was complete, his chauffeur Davis followed sheepishly behind carrying the presents meant for his wife, Mj told Davis to not make a sound as he felt his wife was asleep in the bedroom, he tiptoed to the bedroom, suddenly Mj heard moaning sounds coming from the bedroom, he stopped in his track as his heart beat raced, his legs could not carry him but his will and curiosity propelled him to advance towards the bedroom, he stood at the entrance of the bedroom door and could not utter a single word, Mj stood at the door shaking, his heart racing and eyes bulging out of its socket, on his king-sized luxury bed was his wife sprawled beneath a male figure digging rigorously into her while she moaned and clutched at his hair. He could not fathom the scene in front of him; it had to be a dream, he still stood at the door while Shirley climaxed screaming at the top of her lungs, "Shirley you bitch!" Mj screamed, his screaming startled the duo on his bed Shirley was so shocked she screamed in terror as she pushed the man who was still on top of her: a well built and strong muscled man, he looked like a boxer to the floor as she sprang up from the bed she starred at the door where Mj stood, "Baby, you are back, hon please it is not what you think.. i...... i........"Shirley stammered as colour drained from her face she starred at MJ who then walked briskly to the man on the floor and gave him a punch on his face. A fight ensued between Mj and the muscled man on his bedroom floor while Shirley begged and cried, after about fifteen minutes Shirley's fuckboy grabbed his pants and fled from the bedroom, he ran past Mj'S chauffeur Davis who was still standing in the sitting room waiting to be instructed further, Davis was so startled to see a stranger running out of his bosse's bedroom he thought the man was a thief and attempted to grab the stranger but he was no match for the well-muscled man who pushed him down as he ran out of the penthouse with the front door still open.

The confrontation between Shirley and Mj was really heart wrenching for Mj, he could not believe his eyes Shirley the love of his life, queen of his heart had broken their matrimonial vows by having an affair, he sat on his bed while Shirley whimpered behind him trying to explain, she told him she was so bored at home while he was away on his business trip so she went to a nearby bar to have some drinks, that was how she met the man he caught her in bed with, she swore and pleaded that it was just a mistake and she will never cheat on him anymore, Mj listened as she spoke without interrupting or uttering any words, he was too shaken to speak. He let her finish and then left the bedroom taking a pillow from his bed he made for the living room with his shirt still on, as he entered the living room he saw Davis groaning with a bloodied nose, "are you alright boss, we should call the police, the thief got away, I. i... tried to stop him" Davis said. Mj gestured at Davis to leave immediately without responding to his request to call the police or even an explanation of the night's event in his bedroom, Davis left the room silently noticing that the boss was in no mood to speak, he saw tears in the bosses' eyes and knew immediately what may have transpired, Davis did not need any telling to know when a man has been betrayed, he was not surprised, he never did like that woman with her banging body, he knew a gold-digger when he sees one. Mj slumped on the Sofa sobbing, all his plans, dreams and hope for a blissful night and indeed years with his Shirley was over. He lay down that night feeling truly empty, the pain he felt was like how he felt the day he lost his precious mother. He could not sleep that night, he tossed and turned on the sofa with a visual memory of Shirleys moans while the stranger stroked into her hard, his heart broke as he remembered the horrid scene he watched. He heard Shirley sobbing in the bedroom and at that moment he felt nothing but hate for her. The next morning just before 6am, Mj packed a travel bag and left his penthouse leaving a note on the bed beside Shirley. His note bore just few words, "you should be gone by the time I am back, you will get the divorce papers from my lawyer, I wish I never met you". He picked up his bag and headed for the door, too angry to look back, he got into his car as Davis drove him to the airport to catch a flight back home. He needed the peace and quiet of Little Borough. Mj sat solemnly as the jet flew at Forty-five thousand feet, he was lost in thought, the hostess brought him a glass of whisky, he had already gulped four glasses, Mj requested that she kept the bottle of whisky, he quickly grabbed the bottle of whisky and drank straight from it, his eyes blazed like a furnace as images of the previous night played in his mind. His eyes were swollen from crying, his body felt limp, "how she could betray me, he murmured, was I not enough for her, what more did she want? I gave her everything, I loved her! I loved her so much". The effect of the whiskey left him drunk and slumped over. Are you ok sir? The air hostess asked, looking down on him with concern, she bent down to stare into Mj's bloodshot eyes, she was startled at the look in his eyes, he starred back at the hostess and called her Shirley, the hostess looked dazed but still bent close enough for him to give her a long deep kiss, the hostess pulled back away from him her colour turning red in embarrassment as she hurriedly ran back to her station.

As the jet headed homeward, Mj slept but not a peaceful sleep, he tossed and turned in his sleep, he dreamt that he was making out with Shirley in his private Jet, he held her kissing her deeply while she moaned and whispered his name, he ran his hands all over her luscious body, stroked her beautiful blonde her, he felt whole, "oh Shirley, darling I love you" Mj whispered gazing into her beautiful blue eyes; they held onto each other as Mj rocked her feeling his arousal as he reached for her soft breast he sucked and she moaned some more calling out his name, the hotness of their bodies melted together and Mj couldn't take it anymore, he entered her so gently and felt her warmness all over his rock hard maleness; rocking her slowly they both moaned together and at that moment Mj felt bliss, he stroked harder and faster until they both climaxed together. "I love you Shirley, I love you so much" he whispered then all of a sudden he felt a hand nudging him gently, he heard a voice saying "sir, sir, we are about to land", it was the voice of the air hostess. Mj slowly opened his eyes feeling a numbing headache, he squinted and slowly sat up, his hair looking disheveled and his eyes looked sore he slowly stretched and tried to stand but failed in his attempt and slumped to the floor. Are you ok sir, the hostess asked making an attempt to help him take his seat, "Let go! I am fine" Mj replied, he staggered back to his seat as the plane descended towards the airport, he held his head in his hands and all over again began to sob making heaving noises like a child.

Mj stepped out of the private Jet and allowed the rays of the sun kiss his handsome face, he ran his hand through his black shiny hair to smooth the strand that fell across his face, he slowly descended from his jet and strode towards his Mercedes Benz, he got in to the driver's seat while his Personal assistant Raymond who had driven the vehicle to the airport at his request quickly carried his travel bag to the second vehicle waiting to follow Mj's Mercedes back home. Mj wanted to be alone, hey Ray! He called out to his personal assistant, can I have the bag please, I will not be needing you for the time but I will call you once I get to the location I am going. That's ok boss, Raymond replied and handed the travel bag over to his boss, Raymond watched with concern as his boss sat behind the wheel of the Mercedes and drove away from the airport, he knew something really bad must have happened in France but he couldn't tell what it was although he knew the big boss signed a huge contract which should be a cause for a big celebration, but Raymond was surprised to see his boss in a messy state, if there was something he knew, the boss is a fighter and one of the most intelligent and ambitious man he knew, and whatever it is that was causing him to act in this way, the boss will overcome it, Macstereen Junior always gets what he wants, he always wins. What Raymond did not know is that the boss was suffering from a terrible heartbreak, and matters of the heart did not physical strength or intelligence to overcome, matters of the heart can break even the strongest, slow down the fastest and ridicule even the richest, the heart has no respect for personality.

The birds chirped at the window, a gentle breeze blew into the sparsely furnished bedroom with a small bed jammed to the wall. The room though clean was poor to look upon, furnished with a bed, a table and chair, reading lamp and a small wardrobe. Laura lay on the bed fast asleep, it was 7am in the morning and her alarm had gone off about two hours earlier but she was in a deep sleep, the peaceful sleep of the just, the sleep of the exhausted over-worked one. Laura yawned and turned on the small bed, her shiny long black hair draping across her face, just then a bird pecked at her window, she turned and quite slowly opened her eyes, seeing the light of the morning dawn streaming through her window Laura jumped from the bed, she reached for her alarm clock, the time was 7:15am, "Oh no!, I am late" she exclaimed. Laura hurried through her morning chores, washing the dished hurriedly she knew Mr Oconnor her boss at the Local grocery shop she worked will not be happy with her today, lateness to work was a habit Mr Oconnor detested. She had just finished washing the dishes when her uncle Greg came downstairs glaring at her, she knew better not to be in his way whenever he was in this grumpy state, he must have come home drunk last night being that that was the only thing he did, drink himself to stupor. "Good morning Uncle Greg" Laura greeted but her uncle ignored her, she had the better sense not to push it and so she continued with making scrambled eggs and toast with a cup of coffee for the grumpy man. This was the routine almost every morning before Laura went to work.

Laura Defrothy, beautiful to look upon was a Twenty two years old orphan who lived with her uncle and his family in Little Borough, though hardworking, modest and kind, Laura's physical appearance was of that of royalty, very gorgeous despite her plain looks, she had beautiful brown eyes, long shiny black hair which made her look like a fairy out of a storybook, she was the envy of all the ladies in Little Borough and the dream of every bachelor. Laura lost her parents in a car accident when she was just five years old, she was in the car with her parents at the back seat while her dad drove the car with her mum seating right beside him, the last thing she remembered was a bright light from a truck on high speed ramming into their vehicle her father tried to swerve off the road and drove their vehicle into a ditch killing both her parents, Laura woke up in the hospital three days after the accident to the news that her parents were gone and she had to go live with her uncle Greg and his family in a small town called Little Borough. Uncle Greg although a brute was her only surviving family and her guardian. Life took a turn for the worst for Laura who was the pride and joy of her parents when she went to live with her uncle at little Borough, uncle Greg and his wife Mendy a stocky built woman who maltreated Laura so much they literally turned her into a maid, treated Laura with so much disdain. Laura was made to do all the chores while her cousins looked on, her uncle did not make any provision for her to attend college so she had to get a job and save towards leaving his home. Laura's uncle Greg was really mean to her, although Laura was the sweetest girl anyone could ever meet, Greg loathed her and did a good job making her life miserable. Laura stayed with Uncle Greg while working for a very kind store owner Mr Oconnor who owned the only grocery shop in Little Borough.

Little Borough, a little town surrounded by mountains and streams that looked like a dreamy place to be, quiet and hidden from the hustle and bustle of the bigger cities, Little Borough housed just about one thousand five hundred indigenes, it was the kind of town where everyone knew each other and neighbors could easily go to each other for a cup of sugar or a jar of jam. The houses in Little Borough were small except for the Macstereen Manor, owned by the Macstereen family, they owned half the town, known for their generational wealth and kind nature, the Macstereen family were well known in Little Borough, and as a matter of fact they were Little Borough. Little Borough became a home to Laura after the loss of her parents, she had come to love the little town, the people of little Borough were kind and good natured, they lived peaceful amongst each other making Little Borough a safe haven for anyone to live.

Laura hurriedly finished her chores and prepared herself to go to work, this has been her routine for the past five years, and she loved her life in Little Borough, this quite simple life. Although sometimes she dreamt about having more; she dreamt about a life far from her reach, a life she may never know. Laura dreamt of a life of glamour and travel around the world, a life of diamonds and precious stones, a full life as she loved to call it, a life where she had plenty to eat and peace of mind without being called a disappointment, and of course a life with her dream man. Laura had never been in a relationship, never kissed anyone before, sexual intimacy was a strange thing to her, and although the most popular Bachelor in Little Borough called Clevy had once asked her out on a date to which she declined; he did not possess the quality she wanted in a man whom she will entrust her heart to. As she quickly brushed her shiny hair, Laura though about her life before the crash, she remembered her childhood filled with laughter and Love, her father was a surgeon and her mum a high school teacher, they both loved her so much as their only child and she never lacked anything. She remembered her dad had set up a trust fund for her college, he had always wanted her to attend college, after the death of her parents her uncle Greg managed to get a hold on her trust fund money as her legal guardian, Laura never knew what became of her trust fund, but she felt deep down the money had been spent on booze and other frivolities. Laura only asked her uncle once about the trust fund money which was meant for her college, his response to her was that she was ungrateful to him for taking her in, sheltering her, feeding her and clothing her. Uncle Greg thereafter treated her with greater dislike and so she decided to let the matter go. She resigned herself to her simple life in Little Borough and accepted the fact that she may never go to college, her father's wish for her might never come to pass, she felt pained and sometimes wept "Dad, I am so sorry I let you down, I may never own a college degree like you wanted me to" holding on to the only photo of her parents she took with her from home, she ran her hands over the photo weeping.

Laura wiped the tear that dropped from her eyes and quickly kept the hair brush on her table, she put on her favorite brand of rose red lipstick and put on her shoes and then she dashed out from her room towards the front door, just as she made for the handle of the door she heard her uncle yell out to her "don't forget you owe me fifteen dollars for your rent this month you swine", she stepped outside and closed the door without uttering a word to Uncle Greg, she was so used to this constant verbal abuse from uncle Greg, one time she confronted him about it he hit her and took all the money she saved up to get her own apartment. Laura walked past Shingle Street and took a turn for Greenwich Avenue, the Grocery shop she worked was just a short distance from her house so she walked to work every day. Her walk to work was one of the routine she delighted in every morning as it gave her time to think and allow her mind wander to more pleasant things, she allowed the cool early morning breeze blow against her face as her long black hair flapped in the wind, the walk to the grocery shop was just fifteen minutes from her home, as she passed the Bakery shop she drew in the aroma of fresh baked bread, she loved to eat fresh bread and of course she knew the baker Mr Brown, he was a very kind old man whose family had run the bakery for decades in little borough they were known for supplying the indigenes with freshly baked bread, soft and tasty. Laura wanted to say hello to Mr Brown before going to work but she gave the idea a second thought, she was already late as it is and needed to hurry as her employer Mr. Oconnor would not be happy about her lateness.

She strode into the Mr Oconnors grocery shop just as he was putting away some goods which just arrived on the shelf, "good morning Mr. OC", she called out to him as she walked straight to her work station behind the cash register. Laura was the only person who referred to Mr Oconnor as Mr OC, Mr. Oconnor was very kind to her, and he was the father figure in her life instead of her uncle Greg, morning Laura my love, he responded. "Darling you look bright-eyed and beautiful this morning he told her, hope that grumpy old uncle of yours Greg isn't giving you any worries? Mr Oconnor asked, "oh well, it can only get better Mr Oc", Laura responded. Laura you don't have to put up with that brute, I have told you to take the loan I am offering and get a modest apartment here in Little Borough for yourself, or you could come stay with me in my cottage home, there is room enough for you there Laura, come on don't say no he urged her looking at Laura with loving tenderness as if she were his own child, Laura smiled at her boss and thanked him for his kind gesture but assured him she will be fine on her own, and working hard to save money for her own apartment was something she took pride in.

A typical day at the grocery shop was slow paced work, the indigenes of Little Borough came in their ones and twos buying groceries in retail, the grocery shop was the only one in town so it catered to everyone in Little Borough. Laura worked the register and also attended to customers as they inquired about which shelf to find what they needed, she enjoyed working with Mr. Oconnor, she loved being of help to the citizens of Little Borough, she knew most of them anyway, little Borough was a small town, most indigenes were hardworking honest fellows who indulged in farming and other crafts such as welding, molding and carving. Laura had wanted to go to college and become a school teacher just like her mother, she loved to teach, to impact knowledge but it was not to be as her uncle had squandered her trust fund, the money meant for her college set up by her late father. Sometimes she really felt the weight of being an orphan in this small cozy town of Little Borough when she sees other families' together, laughing and spending time together; she then remembers how much she misses her parents. Laura was startled out of her thoughts by a familiar voice, she knew who it was even before she saw his phone. "oh no! not him", her disruptor was the famous Clevy Davidson. Clevy stared at her as if expecting an embrace or perhaps a kiss from her. How may I help you? Laura asked him, he tried to reach for her hands but she withdrew her hands quickly.

Clevy Davidson, the most eligible bachelor in all of Little Borough, rumor has it his family were very rich but were involved in some illegal activities such as drug trafficking and money laundering, but Laura did not want to have an affair with him, he had officially asked her out last year at the annual Pumpkin festival organized in Little Borough but she always declined, she had no iota of attraction for him, he was not the man she always dreamt of who held her and kissed her passionately and tenderly, he was incapable of gazing into her soul and bringing out her inner most desires and thoughts. "Hi Laura sweetie!, Clevy chided her. Laura frowned at him to discourage him from staying to have a conversation with her but she knew Clevy was as stubborn as a He-goat, and he would not leave until he wanted to. "Laura Baby girl he continued, be my girl and I will change your life, I will take you out of his hell hole and take you around the world baby, you know I've got money baby" Clevy boasted and beamed with utter arrogance. Thank you Clevy for your offer, Laura told him she liked her life in Little Borough just the way it was and was very content living in this "hell hole". Clevy starred at Laura as if he had seen a ghost, who she think she is to reject his proposal of being his girl, every lady in little Borough wanted him, she should be happy he wanted her instead. He grabbed her just as she made to walk away from him, "look here baby, you will be mine, you will love me, you will be my girl Laura because I always get whatever I want, and if I say I want you, I will have you". Laura pushed him away but he still held on to her waist, she angrily slapped him across his face as she wriggled free from him Clevy laughed out and glared shamelessly at her protruding soft breast under the thin layer of her cloths and her long black hair. I will never be your Clevy, you will never have me, I will never Love you Laura screamed at him. Mr O'connor heard the nosise and quickly came to the front of the store to see Clevy Davidson backing away from the store and shutting the door behind him. He looked at Laura to find her obviously agitated, her cheeks had turned the red colour of roses and she looked rough-handedly. He knew already what may have transpired as this was not the first time Clevy had harassed Laura, Mr O'Connor had witnessed a confrontation between the both of them and he knew how messy he got. He did not say a word to Laura, he knew better that Laura never spoke whenever she was unhappy, she was probably still dealing with the childhood trauma from the crash that killed her parents. Laura went through the remaining part of her day brooding because of what transpired between her and Clevy, she thought about how much she hated him and how much she wished to get away from Little Borough; she was afraid she might get into trouble with the Davidson family who were known to be very violent and used their wealth and power to oppress the poor. She needed saving but by who? This was no fairytale and Laura knew, she will have to save herself by working harder and saving up enough money to move to a big city because no knight in shining armor was coming to save her.