Brandon's Escape

Brandon ran through the forest, breathing heavily as he didn't want to get caught by Elfedio's men, who were chasing after him. The world around him was getting blurred in the break of dusk, but he mustn't pass out this time as long as he was still on Elfedio's territory.

His left arm hung limply at his side, and blood dripped on the ground as he ran. His body could almost give up; he wanted to rest even just for a while, but he didn't want to get caught. He had to survive to take revenge for the fool Kwan Moldrick made him.

He could still hear the sound of gunfire echoing faintly behind him. All of his men were gone; nobody's with him; he was all by himself, trying his best to survive. He realized he had underestimated them; if only he hadn't attacked them head-on without having a clear plan, perhaps he got their heads now, but it was done, and he lost. Again.

"Shit!" Brandon cursed as he stumbled over a root and barely caught himself. "Just a little more. I can do this," he encouraged himself.

"How could he be so precise?" Brandon asked as he remembered spotting Kwan's shadow on the rooftop before the sniper's bullet grazed his arm. He could still feel the stinging pain, searing into his memory.

"That bastard," he thought, gritting his teeth. "He thinks he can kill me? I'll show him what it means to mess with Brein Loi. I'll show him once I get out of this shit.

"The forest thinned as the imposing outline of his mansion loomed in the distance. Its dark facade rose like a fortress, a place that had once been his sanctuary, but tonight it felt like his only chance of survival.

As he neared the gates, two of his remaining guards appeared, rifles slung over their shoulders. They rushed toward him, their faces pale with shock and worry.

"Boss! You're injured!" one of them exclaimed, trying to support him.

"I don't need your pity," Brandon snapped, shoving the guard's arm away. "Get inside and lock everything down. They're coming for me."

The guards looked at each other. Their boss was really tough, as he could order them around despite being injured, though they could just end him right away if they wanted, but they still respect him for giving them good lives.

The guards sprinted to strengthen the mansion's security, while Brandon staggered through the front doors and into the grand hall, where the faint scent of whiskey and cigar smoke lingered.

Brandon collapsed into a leather armchair, sweat dripping from his brow as his breathing slowed. He needed a plan. Kwan and Rebecca were his serious enemies now; they wouldn't stop until they saw him dead, but Brandon wasn't a man to cower in fear.

"Lisa!" Brandon called his maid, who hurriedly ran towards him in fear. "What are you standing there? Get me a glass of whiskey. I want to drink this pain away!" He ordered.

"Yes, sir!" Lisa obediently followed her boss' order. She took a glass and poured whiskey on it, but accidentally poured on Brandon's injured arm.

"You never really learned!" Brandon shouted, anger flickering in his eyes as he whimpered in pain.

"I'm sorry, boss." Lisa tried to wipe Brandon's wound, but he stopped her and told her to stay away, saying that he got this because she could only hurt him more if she was close.

Brandon tried his best to keep his mouth shut before he could say something more hurtful to his reckless maid. He knew he had to be patient, especially now that he only had a few men left who were willing to serve him.

"I'm really sorry, sir. Please don't fire me; this is my only chance to support my family," Lisa implored, kneeling down on the floor and in a perfect position to worship a demon. "I'll do anything for you; just don't fire me."

"Anything?" Brandon laughed out loud as he didn't expect to have such a loyal maid kneeling in front of him. "Why won't you remove your clothes and dance? You can do that, right? You said anything!"

Lisa stood up and hesitantly removed her clothes, showing her big breast and sexy body. She slowly danced in front of Brandon, who was getting himself drowned in whiskey.

"Dance harder, go crazy, go crazy!" Brandon ordered her.

Lisa danced even harder like someone who had already lost her sanity. She wasn't only doing this for money, but because she also loved Brandon. She had already fallen in love with him the first day they met, and she was willing to endure all the pain and do anything to keep him happy.

Suddenly, an idea popped into Brandon's mind. He only had one option left to achieve his goals. He'd ask for help from his cousin. He was sure he'd help him like he used to, especially if he knew that the man he suggested to kill Rebecca went against him.

Despite everything, Brandon hasn't told Denisse about what happened yet, so he might have thought everything was fine because he felt ashamed of his failure, but this time, he had no other choice but to tell him.

"Hand me the telephone!" Brandon ordered to his maid who immediately took the telephone and handed it to him.

Brandon dialed his cousin's telephone number and chill as he waited for him to answer. The telephone kept ringing, until someone finally picked up.

"Hello? Who's this?" A voice of a woman asked.

"Um, this is Brein Loi, Denisse's cousin. Can you hand him the telephone?" Brandon asked nicely, knowing that he was talking with Denisse's girlfriend. He didn't want to upset him and lose the opportunity to ask for his help.

"Okay, wait," the woman replied. Her footsteps could be heard as she walked slowly. "Babe, you have a call!" Brandon heard the door open.

"Bonjour, who's this?" Denisse asked.

"I'm sorry to bother you, cousin. But I need your help. My men were wiped out by the enemy," Brandon directly said.

"Oh, I didn't expect to hear that," Denisse replied in a low voice, feeling pity for Brandon's loss. "So, what's your situation right now?"

"I'm badly injured, but I can still manage. I just want to ask if you can visit me here; I have something very important to tell you about Kwan Moldrick," Brandon said.

"That seems to be a very serious matter. Don't worry, I'll arrange my flight right away and be there tomorrow," Denisse replied.

Brandon hung up the telephone and put it on the desk. Then he entertained Lisa, who wasn't tired of seducing him. He finally gave in to his desires despite being badly injured. He let Lisa remove his clothes, and they were both naked.

Lisa admired her boss's muscular body and didn't hesitate to touch and bite him. She licked his nipples down to his winnie; she sucked him until he moaned.

Brandon was so aroused that he carried Lisa inside his room and fucked her. He was drunk and didn't know what he was doing, but it seemed like she had made him drink an aphrodisiac.

They explored different styles and positions on the bed until Brandon cummed all his juices. His night was full of adventurers, making him forget everything that happened within the day.

Brandon didn't expect that his maid was still a virgin. Her cleavage was so congested, and he really enjoyed fcking her harder and faster, especially when she moaned. He found a perfect woman to fck, someone who would do everything to make him happy, despite how he treated her.

As he inserted his thing inside Lisa's hole, Brandon couldn't help but think about Rebecca. She was his first love, and her beauty was undeniable, but his love for her already turned into hatred, thinking about how many times she betrayed him.

"I want to fck her to death," Brandon whispered while riding over Lisa, pushing and pulling, releasing all his sticky milk on Lisa's stomach as he didn't want her to get pregnant.