Page 60 of The Guru: Shadow

“I don’t believe in coincidences.”

“Neither do I. What do you want me to do?”

The son of Delilah’s bulldog is close with Emma. He is also Julie’s fiancé. Julie, who is taking over my PR, has many sensitive details, and now knows strategies.

“Watch them closely, let it play out, intervene only if Emma’s safety is a concern. Have all of them tailed 24/7. Delilah, Andrew, and Richard, too. I’m flying in now.”

The whole flight,he had to cope with barely holding sane as he watched Emma and Carl. Something in him – may it be his instinct – told him that something was about to happen.

His assistant, Simon, a very slick person, who did whatever he was told, picked him up from Newark Private Terminal with the GMC. Traffic was bad. He could sense they were running out of time. And sure enough, as they were about five minutes out, things became messy.

“It’s not good. He’s becoming quite touchy,” Ed told him over the speaker. Not that he didn’t see for himself.

Touchy was a full-blown understatement.

“Why don’t I have sound?”

“Jaz is getting you the sound right now. Simon, give him an earpiece.”

“Here.” Simon driving his car, handed it over to him.

What he heard was bad.

“Carl, stop it. What the hell are you doing!?”

Carl had thrown her onto the bed, face down, and pulled back her arms.

“Don’t be killjoy, Em, I can see you want to be fucked. You’ve wanted it for years, months.”

“Carl, no!”

But he just took his belt and tried to cuff her hands with it. She, however, was fiercely trying to wiggle out of his grip and kicked him hard into his balls. Only he didn’t even flinch.

“I like it when they fight, you know.”

And with it, he pressed his knee into her back. A position almost unable to get out of if he pressed the right buttons, and it looked like he did.

Rage beyond anything else cooked up in him as he listened to what was going on in her apartment. No one would touch her. And Carl would pay, hard.

“How much longer, Simon?”

“Ninety seconds out.”

You are dead, Carl. You are dead.And he leaned down to fumble out the gun from under the seat.

“Carl, you’re marrying Julie, what the fuck are you doing?” he heard her shriek.

As they arrived in front of the building, he jumped out of the car before it came to a halt and raced up to her apartment, taking the stairs. With a glance at the screen in his hands, he saw her hands were tied and fixed above her head.

“Oh, I am marrying her. And you will shut your mouth, or I’ll have some nice photos of your cunt being fucked deep all over social media and some charges for the jay jay.”

2nd floor.

“Carl!” she shrieked in panic. “I just wanted a fun night with no mind racing, seriously. Where is this coming from? Let go of…ummpf…mmd.”

Carl thrusted her rolled-up socks into her mouth.

3rd floor.