This chapter was somewhat influenced by a few things. One would be a movie named ‘Four Lions’, a 2010 British satirical comedy about a bunch of homegrown jihadis planning a terrorist attack, but also real-life events and people, including radical cleric Abu Hamza, and atrocities such as 7/7 in London, the Bataclan and Charlie Hebdo attacks in Paris, and various other incidents around Europe over the past couple of decades.
Chapter 1-10: Incest/Taboo
Chapters 11, 13: Erotic Coupling
Chapter 12: Interracial Love
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“You know this isn’t a good idea,” her voice said softly down the phone.
“I know. I know. But…” I needed to sigh and I knew she’d understand. “I just needed to see them again. They won’t see me. I know what I’m doing.”
“Okay. Just don’t hang around too long. I know you won’t draw attention, but no-one from your previous life can see you alive.”
“Once I see them and assure myself they’re okay, I’ll be back in London quickly. I know this isn’t going to do me any good either, but it was something I thought about from the moment he told me I was based in London.”
“I assumed the same thing, so don’t worry.”
“I’ll be home tonight.”
“Can I stay at yours?”
“I’ll be disappointed if you’re not in my bed when I get back, Jules.”
“Naked?”
“I want to see a trail of clothing from my front door to the foot of my bed.”
“I’ll do that just for you, Nate.”
“Okay, see you later.”
“Drive safe.”
Hannah or Emma wouldn’t recognise me. I’d died my hair black and had a beard due to my current assignment. I wore eye contacts that made my eyes almost black at the same time. I would be unrecognisable to the man they’d seen the last time I’d departed for Iraq. Plus, I was meant to be dead. They wouldn’t be looking out for me anymore.
It was late afternoon as I sat opposite their apartment building, smoking a cigarette. A disgusting habit I’d only started due to the current assignment. I was pleased I’d be finishing that sooner rather than later. Thing about idiots is that, well, they’re idiots. Frankly, sending me to deal with them was overkill, but although they were idiots, they still planned on trying to kill people and blow up an entire train station. That was what they hoped anyway. They just didn’t have a clue otherwise.
I could have been judge, jury and executioner regarding all of them. Just a double tap to the chest, one to the head, and that would be that. It was the whole point of the training I’d been through. But I had freedom to deal with threats however I saw fit. I’d have no problem taking out those in charge. They’d deserve the bullet coming their way. The idiots who were no real threat, more than likely in over their heads? I’d hand them over to the authorities. I didn’t want too many souls on my conscience by the time I was done with the job.
Hannah was the first to return from work just around 5pm. I couldn’t help smile as she looked good. No changes to her hair colour or physique, still the same woman I’d fallen in love with and spent a long time in a relationship with. I watched her disappear inside her apartment building. Emma appeared no more than half an hour later. I was pleased to see they were still living together. She’d filled out a little more now that she was approaching her mid-twenties. The lights of their apartment switched on, and part of me wanted to eavesdrop in on their conversation. Another part of me had wanted to break in and have a nosy around, place a listening device or two, just to hear their voices again, but that would have been a step too far.
They both appeared around 6pm, dressed warmly as there was a chill in the air, walking past my car together. They were giggling away about something. That brought a grin to my face, pleased to see they were happy. I wondered if they were going to meet any potential partners. I hoped they were. I almost hoped they’d forgotten about me, though I figured that wasn’t likely.
I wanted to follow them, hoping they had moved on and were meeting boyfriends, or even girlfriends, but I’d seen them, and the fact they looked happy, that was enough for me. I didn’t need to see anymore right now. I knew that part of my life was over. Whether just for now or forever, only time would tell.
Arriving in London a couple of months earlier, I had wondered if the Aston Martin I’d been given would stand out too much, but considering my townhouse was in a plush area of Kensington, and I ‘worked’ for a leading global investment bank, I guess it fit my current alias. Once I was back on the M4 leading east, I floored the accelerator, sticking to the outside lane and keeping the speedo to around 85mph, only slowing for the inevitable speed cameras and roadworks.
Driving in London sucks, but my townhouse at least had parking, and I generally used public transport around London. Jennifer lived only ten minutes away in a lovely little apartment. We tried to keep our distance, but she ended up spending at least four nights a week at my place. We didn’t particularly answer to the Director, as we had free reign to handle assignments how we saw fit, and he was also aware of our relationship, but we endeavoured to keep it strictly professional where possible.
It was difficult at times when I was at my desk at home and she was underneath it, my cock in her mouth. Guess I really shouldn’t complain about having someone I adored who enjoyed having sex with me. And she loved sex just as much as I did, so that was certainly a good thing.
I pulled into my parking spot earlier than I expected, finding Jennifer lying on the couch, though she’d left the trail of clothes I’d requested, smiling as she was sprawled naked. She turned off the TV upon my appearance, her hand running down her body towards her pussy. “You sped back, didn’t you?” she asked, enjoying the sight of two fingers sliding inside herself.
“I made sure the cameras didn’t flash,” I replied, ensuring I was out of my clothes quickly. Lifting her up in my arms, I easily carried her towards the bedroom, lying her down on the bed and joining her. She spread her legs, easily sliding my cock inside her, both of us moaning softly as I buried myself again.
“Fuck me then tell me afterwards,” she said.
Her legs ended up over my shoulders, kissing down each legs, which always provoked a giggle. She had fantastic legs, particularly in thigh highs and a short skirt. Leaning forward, she was also very flexible, able to push her knees back until they were practically next to her head. Then she’d beg me to just nail her, hands behind her knees, just pumping away to my heart’s content.
“Fuck, I love your cock, Nate,” she moaned.
“I’ll ensure I eat your pussy before you go home tomorrow morning,” I muttered.