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Pretty Baby

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Part 3

Pairings: Robert Pronge aka Mr. Freezy (The Iceman) x Reader

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: This is a dark story for me. Bad language, hit-men, assassination, death by cyanide poisoning. chloroform, kidnapping, non-con, general creepiness. Use of the word Polack which is an offensive slur. This chapter deals with references to bullying, death, dismemberment, and a severed head. Please read responsibly.

Summary: A mark’s daughter is in the wrong place at the right time for Mr. Freezy…He decides to keep her.

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Robert smiled as he navigated his ice cream truck out of New York City, humming along with the radio as he drove. When the light turned red, he pulled out a Lucky Strike and lit it, taking a nice long drag.

This little girl is mine…

He liked the song, turned it up. He had a little girl of his own at home. And tonight? Was going to be so much fun.

Robert brought her presents tonight. Like a good husband.

The sun was just setting when he pulled up in the drive of the little brick ranch house he’d bought for her and he snuffed out his cigarette. His gaze roamed over their home. He was honestly pleased with all the progress she’d made. Sure, he hired a kid from down the street to come take care of the lawn. She was nowhere near ready to be outside the house. Not yet.

But the windows were all fixed with new glass. Colorful, frilly curtains lit them up to make the house look cheerful. Cozy.

Soft like her.

Carefully grabbing the shopping bag and the bowling bag from the passenger seat, Robert climbed down from the truck and headed for the front door. The smell of dinner hit him as soon as he walked in and he took a big whiff. He was late tonight but everything still smelled amazing.

Stashing her gifts in the coat closet, he headed for the kitchen.

There she was working at the stove, her hair tied back. The yellow dress draped softly over her curves and her feet were bare just the way he liked. Curls of smoke rose from the steaming pots before her and it was fucking hot in there. Perspiration dotted the skin at the back of her neck like dewdrops.

Grabbing her about the waist, Robert pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, tasting the salty drops on her skin. She froze in his grip, her body tight as a bow string and he grinned.

“What’s for supper?” he asked, sliding his hands up to cover the swells of her breasts, giving them a squeeze.

“Pot roast,” she said quietly. “With some vegetables and au gratin potatoes.”

“I have time to get a shower?”

She nodded, meek as a mouse. Sliding his hands back down to her hips, he turned her around to face him. She wore just a hint of makeup, her hair looked nice. The locket he brought her last week hung between her breasts, the kitchen light winking off its dull gold surface.

“Welcome me home properly, baby,” he said glancing down at her.

She moved in closer, her hands sliding up the shirt he wore when he sold ice cream. Her lips were a gentle press against his, soft and careful.

Robert smiled against her lips. She was the perfect little wife.

He took a quick shower while she finished dinner. It was all served and waiting for him when he walked into the dining room and took a seat across from her. Now that she was done cooking, she’d taken down her hair, unfolded her napkin to place it in her lap.

“What did you do today, baby?” He asked as dug into his meal, appreciating what a good cook his girl was.

“Well, I finished painting the guest room,” she replied. “I just have the trim left to finish… I can show it to you after dinner.”

Robert smiled, enjoying the excellent pot roast she’d made for their dinner. “Not tonight, baby. I brought you presents.”

“Presents?”

Curiosity had those big eyes on him. He couldn’t wait for her to see them. It was all he could do to make himself stay at the table and enjoy dinner with her.

“You’ve been a good girl lately,” he explained. “I thought that earned you a couple of gifts.”

Nodding, she dropped her gaze. “Thank you, Robert.”

Grabbing the paper from where she’d placed it by his plate, he casually skimmed over the day’s news. His mind wasn’t retaining any of it. And she did what she always did and ate quietly while he read.

Robert hadn’t been lying when he said she’d been good. Now she was too good. As angry as her small acts of rebellion had made him at first, she now did what he wanted to the letter like there was no fight left in her.

And that was funny. Now he missed her fighting him, her fear. The sex was so much better when her anxiety level was high.

Yeah, sometimes he’d sabotage her to give himself a reason to punish her. Spanking was her favorite punishment. Her little cunt got so wet when he turned fired her ass up, letting him know that it really worked on her. He enjoyed watching her sit gingerly in the days following. He’d bend her over the kitchen table, the couch, whatever he wanted and fuck her raw after those scenes, knowing the pain would enhance her pleasure.

There’d been other things. Edging. Orgasm denial. Once he’d left her in tears, naked and spread eagle on the guest bed after edging her for hours. One time she’d really pissed him off, trying to get out the kitchen door without a stitch on. Well, he’d done one better. He’d tied her to the bed spread out and mounted a vibrator to stay up against her clit for the rest of the night.

The cries and moans coming from the room next door had been so good, he didn’t sleep either. He had to fight himself not to go in there, pull the damn vibe away and ride her until she couldn’t walk. He had jerked off to her though.

Tonight? Tonight would be special. A psychological treat. Robert couldn’t fucking wait.

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“Baby?”

Taking a deep breath, you glanced up from your plate. Robert sat smirking at you from the other side of the table and you felt a wave of apprehension wash over you.

Most days he drove an ice cream truck, but you knew what he did was nowhere near that innocent. He’d told you he killed people for a living, and you took him at his word. It wasn’t unusual for him to come home with blood splattered on his clothes. He told you from the beginning to put anything you found blood on to the side and he’d do it. You did. You didn’t want to think about whose blood was on each item of stained clothing you found when you were doing the wash.

On an average day, he came home and showered before dinner. He watched TV while you cleaned up the kitchen and put up the leftovers. You joined him in the living room, sitting next to him on the couch until he decided he was ready to go to bed. And it was a rare night that he didn’t expect sex from you.

And you weren’t allowed to just lie there and think of Jesus. No, Robert made you react. He made you do a lot of things.

Tonight? Oh, something was different. You felt an almost manic energy coming off him tonight as he watched you closely.

He said he brought you presents tonight. He did that a lot lately. Dresses and sandals. He didn’t like close-toed shoes. He preferred that you didn’t wear shoes when he was home. The locket you wore, the turntable he’d brought you to play records on. You enjoyed listening to the 45s he brought you now and again. You listened to Kim Carnes, Juice Newton, and Rick Springfield while you worked around the house.

But him saying he brought you presents tonight didn’t feel like that. Wondering what he’d done filled you with dread.

“You remember that conversation we had a couple of weeks ago?” he asked, his blue eyes intent on you from behind those large-framed glasses.

You’d learned the hard way not to pretend you knew what he was talking about unless you were absolutely sure.

“Which conversation?” you asked quietly, not meeting his gaze.

“The one where we talked about your childhood.” You waited as he took a long drink of water. “You growing up without a father figure in your life. How it left you afraid sometimes.”

You remembered the conversation very well. It would have been so much easier to be his prisoner if you’d just been an object to him. His little wife who cooked and cleaned and worked on his house. The little woman who had sex with him on demand. It would have been easier to have been something he could take for granted.

But that wasn’t the case.

Robert wanted to know everything about you. Not that there was a lot to tell.

You’d dropped the wine goblet during communion in elementary school, caught chicken pox and missed the Christmas play in middle school, and got bullied by the most popular girl in your high school. That was as interesting as your life got. Your first year in college hadn’t been so bad aside from losing your beloved mother.

Then, of course, you finally met your father only to have him murdered. Robert had then decided to take you in as his “wife.”

Robert wanted to talk about trauma. He’d made you admit there were times that you’d felt unsafe with just your mother as your protector. He made you thank him for protecting you by showing you how to give him a blow job. And oh, how he loved that little treat.

Finally, you nodded, afraid of where he might be going with this. “I remember, Robert.”

“Good,” he said, his grin wide. “Clean up everything in here and meet me in our bedroom when you’re done. I’ll give you your presents.”

“Thank you,” you told him as sincerely as you could and got to work.

You knew you weren’t getting out of cleaning the kitchen. But you wrapped it up quickly and stopped by the bathroom before you made your way to the bedroom where Robert sprawled across the bed you shared watching some police show on the TV there.

When he sensed your presence, he got up, walking over to the TV to turn it off. His gaze was heated and dirty as he slowly took you in.

There was a gift bag on the bed and a bowling ball bag next to it. Was he going to take you bowling? You weren’t very good at it. You looked to him in question. You didn’t dare move or assume you could go over there and see what you’d gotten.

You weren’t sure you wanted to know.

Robert walked back to the bed, sitting on the edge of it and patting his thighs. You approached him, taking a seat on his lap. His body was hard and heated around yours. Reaching over, he grabbed the gift bag and handed it to you.

“Open your present,” he purred close to your ear, the scratch of his beard on your shoulder as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss on your skin there.

“Thank you,” you tried to sound sweet. You dug through the tissue paper filling the little blue bag, finally finding your prize at its bottom. You felt beads. A necklace?

When you pulled it out, you were shocked to find a very familiar looking rosary clutched in your hand.

Wait.

“Is this…?” Your gaze moved over the pink-tinted glass beads of the rosary, and you let your fingers skim over each one until you got to the crucifix attached to it. When you turned it in your hand to look at the back, your heart raced to see your name carved crudely into the silver. You’d etched that yourself as a freshman in high school.

It was your rosary, stolen from you in your senior year, just as you were getting ready for confirmation.

Calliope Dennings had stolen it from you and that wasn’t even the worst thing she’d done to you.

“It was yours, right?” Robert’s voice was close to your ear.

“Yes,” you admitted. “It is… Where did you find this?”

You felt him shake around you, quiet laughter. “What was that bitch’s name who took it from you?”

That feeling of dread only got worse.

“Calliope,” you said slowly. “Calliope Dennings.”

“Yeah,” he replied. “Pretentious fucking name… Remind me what she did to you?”

You knew he could feel you trembling. You were sitting on his lap. The hard press of him beneath your ass did nothing to lessen your anxiety.

“She bullied me in school,” you said quietly.

“Bullied you,” Robert echoed your words. “It was a little more than that, wasn’t it? She got pissed at you for talking to her Polack boyfriend, right?”

You nodded mutely. You’d told him that already.

“Then you said she caught you after classes in school and she and her friends took your purse, took stuff out of your locker. Roughed you up a bit.”

Again, you nodded, your trembling getting worse.

“I paid the bitch a little visit,” Robert told you boastfully, one arm winding around your waist.

Your hand clutched that rosary. You started reciting the prayers in your mind as you waited for the bomb to drop. And you knew there would be one.

“You said she roughed you up, but you were being noble.” Robert pressed a kiss into your hair. “My noble little wife.”

What had he done?

“She didn’t really want to talk to me… at first. But eventually, she got around to telling me her side of the story. And it was interesting, baby.” More kisses pressed to your neck, your jaw. “She said she was afraid her Polack boyfriend wanted a virgin, and you were obviously that, so she decided to scare you off. Said they dragged you into the bathroom by your hair.”

You were already shaking your head in denial. You didn’t want to remember it. You didn’t want to think about it.

“She said that she and her little friends all pissed in the same toilet,” Robert said low in your ear. “And then they shoved your head in there.”

They had.

“Then they beat the shit out you.”

Your heart pounded in dread and fear as images of that day flashed in your mind. You’d had bruises for weeks and had been too afraid to report it. You’d begged your mother to let you drop out of school. She wouldn’t hear of it. Graduation had only been two months later. They had been two of the most miserable months of your life.

“Is that true, baby?”

Your mind spun. Robert had found Calliope? Had gone to see her? She told him what she did to you?

“Yes.” Tears were choking your voice.

“Shhh,” he soothed you, smoothing a hand over your hair while the other arm held onto you. “She can’t hurt you anymore.”

The matter of fact tone of his voice pushed at your escalating fear. What did he mean she couldn’t hurt you anymore? Dark suspicions filled your mind.

Reaching behind him, he grabbed the bowling ball bag and placed it on your lap, knocking the weightless gift bag to the floor. You’d expected it to be heavy, but it was lighter than you thought it would be.

Not wanting to set your rosary to the side, you dropped it around your neck, the crucifix hanging just beneath the golden locket you wore. Your hands shook as you gripped the leather handles of the blue and white bag.

“Open your present, baby,” Robert whispered, nearly vibrating beneath you.

Fear and anxiety had tears filling your eyes. “What is it?”

“Open it and find out.”

A tear slid down your cheek, dropping on the leather bag. “I’m afraid,” you admitted.

Robert huffed out an exhale. “The point of all this is to get you over that fear.”

One rough hand grabbed the tab of the zipper and he roughly pulled it from one side to the other.

You froze when you saw the shiny locks of blonde hair. You shook your head, frantically trying to pull free of his grip, to get away from that bag…

“No, you’re going to look at it,” he said forcefully. “I went to a lot of trouble to get you this present. And you’re going to fucking appreciate it.”

His arm tightened around your waist and before you could shove the bag off your lap, he reached in and grabbed that hair, roughly pulling a severed head out.

You screamed then, taking in Calliope’s dead face, her skin already discolored and dotted with dried blood. Robert’s other hand moved up to clamp over your mouth, his hold hard as he held the head up in your field of vision.

“Look at her,” Robert said as if he were showing you a new dress or a pair of shoes. “I did this for you.”

Fear and disbelief silenced you. After a moment, he dropped his hand from your mouth, still holding onto you with that arm.

Throwing all your weight against that arm, you managed to free yourself to dash across the room to the door.

“No one’s gonna hurt you now,” he told you meaningfully.

No one except you.

“This was for you,” he reiterated, smirking at you. He was enjoying this.

You took off running. Tears were blurring your eyes as you made it to the kitchen. Your hands worked frantically at the deadbolt, the chain lock…

Your fault. Your fault Calliope was dead. You didn’t want to think about what might have happened to her before he killed her. You just hoped that she was dead when he cut off her head. The jagged line of skin with its ripped flesh had you shrinking in fear.

You’d never be able to expel the sight from your mind.

You got the lock at the doorknob of the kitchen door. Your heart was pounding, your mind was a runaway train. Had Calliope changed in the years since high school? Did she have a family?

Why wasn’t Robert chasing you down?

As if your thoughts conjured him, he came strutting down the hall, his shoulders filling up most of the hallway space. His smirk made your heart drop. Oh, you’d be paying for this.

What the fuck did he expect? He brought you the severed head of a woman you’d gone to high school with. Sure, she’d tortured you. But did she deserve that?

Robert stopped a few feet from you, that intent gaze taking you in.

You left your hand on the doorknob behind you, even as he stood there staring at you, you began to turn it.

“This is the thanks I get?” Robert demanded in way too calm a voice. “You going to run right out of here?”

The knob turned more.

“If you open that door…”

You turned the knob a little more. You heart felt like it would beat its way out of your ribcage. Could you make it out the door this time? Could you manage to get away?

“Sure you want to try that?” he goaded you.

You sniffled, tears streaking your face. “I have to try. Don’t I?”

He said nothing to that, just folded his huge arms across the wide expanse of his chest.

“One day it might be my head in that bag,” you pointed out, feeling the door give behind you.

It happened in the blink of an eye. You yanked the door open meaning to spin around and dash out of it. The door slammed shut in your face before you got that far and you were roughly flung away from the door, sprawled across the kitchen floor.

Robert was coming at you then but for once, you didn’t cower. You climbed to your feet before he could jerk you up by your hair. Using your hands, you shoved him back by his chest when he persisted.

Now he was full-on grinning at you.

“That’s more like it,” Robert taunted you.

He stalked you, backing you up until you were in the hallway. You tried to dodge around him only to have him catch you about the waist with one powerful arm. Hauling you back against him, he easily carried you back into the bedroom, kicking the door shut as he went.

Calliope’s head was discarded, lying on its side on the floor with its sightless eyes staring the opposite way.

Robert slammed you on the bed and followed you down, only taking the time to pull off his glasses and toss them to the floor behind him. He was all over you with a heavy thigh shoving its way between yours, his hands trying to shackle yours as you fought him.

You knew you wouldn’t win but frustration had you trying. You pounded his upper body with your fists, trying to reach his face, grab his long hair. That he was laughing at your efforts only made you more determined to fight him.

“How did you feel?” Robert demanded, capturing one of your hands while his wide thigh nudged at you through the soft summer dress. “How did seeing her make you feel?”

You were both panting like you’d run a mile. You managed to land a blow upside his head before he grabbed that hand too, pressing it down on the bed.

“Horrified,” you spat at him. “You killed her!”

“Like you didn’t want to.” Hot kisses trailed down your neck and blended with the rough of his beard, the soft tresses of his hair. “You thought a lot about doing that bitch in. Admit it.”

You were getting tired. Frustration at the heat building at your core, the way he was blazing a trail with his mouth down to your chest.

“I… hated her,” you managed. “I’ll admit it. But wanting to kill her? No.”

“Bullshit,” he muttered angrily.

He released one of your hands to grip the front of your dress and rip it down to your thighs, the rending fabric barely making itself heard over the labored rasps of your breathing. More hot kisses smeared across your chest as he ground himself into your tummy now, his weight forcing you into the mattress.

The entire time you hit at him, slapped him one-handed.

Your bra was a weak barrier, he tore that away easily. Roughly he yanked off your rosary and locket. His eyes were wild when his mouth fastened around your nipple, leaving you gasping with your thighs clenched around his. His teeth nipped at the tight peak until you cried out, his hand sliding down your body.

When his rough hand slid into your panties, you were mortified that he found your center hot and slick. Robert lifted his head to grin at you, pulling his fingers free of you before bringing them to his mouth. His gaze never left you, his expression nearly gleeful.

You managed to pull your other hand free and jolted up. The room spun as he caught you by the throat, manhandling you until you were on your hands and knees on the bed. You were facing the window, the same window Calliope’s discarded head faced.

You felt sick and your stomach dropped when you realized what he wanted. One strong hand held you by the back of your neck while the other ripped away what was left of your dress, your panties.

“Fucking little liar,” he hissed. The clink of a belt buckle, the drop of a zipper. You felt him shifting behind you, shoving his jeans down his hips. When you tried to break his hold, his fingers tightened, and he shoved your head down until your chin grazed the bed’s surface. “This got you really worked up, didn’t it?”

No. No. Because what kind of person did that make you?

Robert wasted no time spearing into you. It only took a few sharp thrusts to split you open, to reach the end of you. One hand tightly gripped your hip, pulling you back onto his cock without any pause. The other hand painfully wrapped itself in your hair, forcing you to face the severed head he’d brought you.

“Keep your eyes on your friend,” Robert’s voice was strained as he started fucking you, his thrusts brutal and fast.

It didn’t hurt. Oh, no. Your inner walls clutched around him, wrapped him in all the wetness your core had gathered in its strange craving.

What was wrong with you? The situation was sick. The man holding you captive had found your high school tormentor, cut off her head, and brought it to you as a souvenir. That he was fucking the hell out of you and making you look at it didn’t surprise you. Robert was a cold-hearted killer, volatile and depraved.

What was your excuse?

Your hands clutched at the comforter tightly as he took your roughly from behind. The slapping of your bodies, his rough grunts, and your cries and moans were a macabre chorus floating around you. Your pussy clamped around him, the way he battered into you satisfying some primal need you didn’t know you had.

Your eyes were riveted to Calliope’s head and you were grateful it wasn’t facing you. Shame blended with lust in your bloodstream, racing through your veins until your core tightened and your thighs trembled in raw need.

What kind of person were you? Were you getting off on this?

Squeezing your eyes shut, you decided to pretend the head wasn’t there. You’d focus on the pleasure whether you wanted to or not.

Robert always made you react to him, made you come until you couldn’t breathe. His grip on your ass was painful, his thrusts greedy and deep.

The orgasm had you crying out, fighting to stay upright. Your scalp burned at the tight grip he had on your hair and your walls fluttered around his driving cock. Wanting more, needing more.

Just focus on him fucking you.

And even though you faced away from him, he knew. He always fucking knew.

You yelped when his hand struck your ass cheek, the sting sharp. Robert pulled himself out of you before roughly shoving you face down on the bed.

“Open your goddamn eyes,” he hissed right in your ear. “You can tell yourself you don’t want to look at it all you want, pretty baby.” His breath was a hot rush against your skin. Roughly, his cock shoved back into you, his weight holding you down. “But I don’t think… you’ve ever come so hard.”

You shook from the release, unable to stop him as he began thrusting into you again. He was heavy, and the angle of his cock changed as he shifted and ground into you. One hand wrapped around your throat. The other clutched in your hair again, forcing you to look at the prize he brought you.

Robert’s lips moved in a frenzy over your neck and jaw as he continued to fuck you hard. Hot breath fanned across the side of your face as his cock worked in you, so deep you didn’t know if you’d ever be free of him. You felt his gaze on you, verifying you were still staring at Calliope’s head.

“Everybody’s got a darkness in them,” he huffed into your ear. “Even you…”

You tried to say no, to shake your head. His fingers tightened around your neck in warning. His hips pushed harder, hitting your front wall in a way that had you whimpering pitifully.

“She had it coming,” he muttered darkly.

Over and over he hit your spot, making you howl and flail beneath him. Your core tightened in a way that made you feel like you were about to combust. Your cries filled the room as he went at your harder.

“Fuck, baby,” Robert whispered hotly into your ear. “Not going to last with you squeezing my dick like this… “

His punishing rhythm pushed you closer to the edge. His tongue teasing the shell of your ear in a way that your core throbbing was what finished you off.

Robert fucked you through it, only pulling out to paint your ass with his release when you were shaking weakly on the bed beneath him. His shout filled the room and you felt the hot drizzle across your skin until you thought he’d never be spent.

While you fought to breathe, he dropped heavily to the bed next to you. His breath was as harsh as yours. A glance at him showed his eyes were closed, his mouth curved up into a grin that made your blood run cold.

One thing was certain. He’d really gotten off on that.

After several long moments, he pulled himself up. Robert pulled off this shirt and hiked up his jeans, scooping up his glasses after he walked around the bed. He didn’t demand you get up or say anything, merely bending down to brush a kiss over your cheek.

“We can’t keep her here,” he whispered. “She’ll be gone in the morning.”

Your heart clenched in your chest at the thought. You wouldn’t want to keep it. Never.

Robert strutted towards the kitchen as he always did after sex, returning to bed usually with a bag of Oreos and a tall glass of milk.

You managed to pull your shaking body up from the bed. You fished the yellow scrap that was your dress out of the floor, used it to wipe your ass off. You had to step around that head to get to your dresser for panties and something to sleep in.

You turned around, unable to keep from staring at it.

Memories floated through your mind of that day at the school, the way Calliope and her friends had beaten you, tortured you. Her cold mean eyes held no sympathy, her laugh had been a mocking cackle that you’d never forget.

No, you weren’t happy Robert killed her.

Maybe he killed her for you and that made part of the blame yours. But no tears came for her, no crushing remorse.

Maybe you were a terrible, rotten person at heart, and you were just now figuring that out. Maybe you deserved the hell you lived in now.

With a deep sigh, you stepped over the head and made your way into the bathroom.

You never saw Robert watching you, smiling in the shadows.

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Save Writing NSW

An open letter to Create NSW and the NSW Minister for the Arts

We, as writers and active members of the literary community, were dismayed by Create NSW’s decision not to grant Writing NSW Multi-Year Organisations Funding in their latest round, despite the fact that Writing NSW was recommended for funding.

This decision demonstrates the ongoing devaluation of literature within the Australian arts funding landscape. We know literature is the most popular artform in the country, with 87% of Australian reading some form of literary work in any given year, yet in this round Create NSW offered only 5.7% of their ongoing funding to literature organisations.

The decision to defund Writing NSW carries a particular sting. Writing NSW is the leading organisation representing writers in a state with a long literary history and one that is home to many of Australia’s leading publishers, writers, literary agents and other core participants in the Australian literary industry.

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Turkish partner ties Flynn Intel to Russia and Israel

President George Bush with his dog, Barney, Oct. 12th, 2002 (above)

http://www.presidentialpetmuseum.com/pets/barney/

https://georgewbush-whitehouse.archives.gov/barney/

While his boss discussed NATO weapons with President George Bush in the White House, who watched Barney, the President’s dog?

Ekim Alptekin.

He is a lawyer specializing in commercial transactions.

Although born in Turkey, he went to law school in the Netherlands.

Besides Turkey, he has represented:

Albania

Netherlands

Russia

Israel

https://translate.google.com/translate?hl=en&sl=tr&u=https://odatv.com/kim-bu-ekim-alptekin-2703171200.html&prev=search

President George W. Bush (right) shaking hands with Ekim Alpekin during a visit to the Netherlands on May 8th, 2005. The others are unidentified.

http://www.hurriyet.com.tr/gundem/feto-abd-kongresini-turkiyeye-karsi-zehirliyor-40310044

May 8th, 2005: After paying respects to Allied troops killed in the Netherlands during World War II, President Bush stopped to see Ekim Alptekin.

http://www.nbcnews.com/id/7745789/ns/world_news/t/bush-honors-wwii-dead-netherlands-stop/

http://eahavacilik.com/management.php

Alptekin had White House access to President Bush for a year and a half when he was an intern for Tom Lantos (D-CA) of the International Relations Committee.

“I’ve never felt more American”, said Ekim.

https://odatv.com/kim-bu-ekim-alptekin-2703171200.html

Alptekin speaks Turkish, English, Dutch, French and German.

All NATO countries.

https://translate.google.com/translate?hl=en&sl=tr&u=https://odatv.com/kim-bu-ekim-alptekin-2703171200.html&prev=search

The North Atlantic Treaty Organization or NATO is made up of 29 countries listed here:

https://www.nato.int/

The U.S. spends one-fourth of its budget on NATO weapons.

This line item is greater than the U.S. Defense Budget.

https://brassballs.blog/home/congress-voted-357-22-thursday-to-support-pelosis-trillion-dollar-slush-fund-for-nato-instead-of-5-billion-for-mexican-border-wall

Ekim Alptekin is a defendant in the ongoing trial of his former business partners in Flynn Intel Group:

Bijan Kian Rafiekian

Mike Flynn

Kristen Verderame (Ekim’s attorney)

https://brassballs.blog/home/judge-rules-flynn-is-a-co-conspirator-turkish-spy-michael-mike-general-kristen-verderame-anthony-trenga-emmett-sullivan-lori-gissou-ekim-alptekin-kian-kiani-rafiekian-kian

Alptekin was never mentioned in the trial.

Ever.

Prosecutors have made no attempt to explain why.

https://brassballs.blog/home/doj-prosecutor-gillis-bijan-kiani-kian-rafiekian-flynn-intel-group-mike-flynn-fara-judge-trenga-alexandria-virginia

As a Turkish diplomat, Alptekin is immune from prosecution.

However, Ekin is the one who:

paid the $80,000 in bribes drawn on his personal account in Turkey

https://brassballs.blog/home/cia-woolsey-set-up-mike-flynn-intel-group-robert-rob-kelner-covington-burling-james-p-gillis-judge-anthony-trenga-bijan-kian-kiani-rafiekian-evan-turgeon-brandon-van-greck-bryan-t-alfredo-fbi-bruce-baird-roger-polack-inovo-kristen-verderame

was vouched for by the CIA to launder money through the Netherlands, Turkey, Russia, and Israel

https://brassballs.blog/home/michael-mike-flynn-cia-bijan-kian-rafiekian-kristen-verderame-to-launder-money-from-netherlands-inovo-group-bv-kiancousa-hayden-cia-mcchrystal

set up a key meeting in New York City on Sept. 19th, 2016 with his personal friends who included Turkey’s Ministers of:

Finance

Defense

Energy

Natural Resources

Who is Turkey’s Minister of Energy and Finance?

Berat Albayrak.

https://www.timesofisrael.com/erdogans-son-in-law-is-a-rising-cabinet-star/

The son-in-law of Turkey’s President.

https://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-44774316

Meeting with the Turkish Ministers were Alptekin’s business associates from Flynn Intel Group.

They included:

Mike Flynn, former three-star Army General

Bijan Kiani Rafiekian, owner of the Kianco Group Corp.

former CIA Director James Woolsey

Brian McCauley, former CIA/FBI who was the right-hand man for CIA Director John Brennan

Alptekin said he ”arranged the room, arranged for bottles of mineral water and transport to the hotel” for the joint meeting.

Woolsey “arrived in a limousine that I had ordered for him”, said Ekim.

“For a large part of the time it seemed that he (Woolsey) was napping.

“He is no longer the youngest. "

Alptekin met an Iranian born American named Bijan Kian Rafiekian.

Rafiekian was a partner at Flynn Intel Group, a consulting and lobbying group founded by Flynn after he left the military and government.

In 2009, Kian financed international loans for companies in the Middle East for the U.S. Export-Import Bank (Ex-Im).

Alptekin added Rafiekian to the board of EA Aerospace in Turkey.

“He’s an Iranian-American and I’m a Turk; we have a lot in common culturally,” Alptekin said.

“I align with his worldview.

“He’s a very sociable, nice man.

“We celebrate Christmas together.”

https://www.buzzfeednews.com/article/borzoudaragahi/the-man-at-the-center-of-this-trump-scandal-wants-to-clear

Ekim Alptekin (left) in white at his first marriage. Lulzim Basha is his best man.

At his first wedding, Alptekin's wedding witnesses were:

Turkey’s Minister of Energy and Natural Resources, Hilmi Guler

AK Party Deputy Saban Gear

https://www.javanews.al/drejtesia-amerikane-shtrengon-lakun-per-alptekin-mikun-turk-te-lulzim-bashes/

At his second wedding, Ekim used his private jet.

Alptekin has been charged but never arrested in the U.S.

The FBI has an office in Turkey.

They can pick him up in Istanbul where he lives.

A warrant was never issued.

https://www.fbi.gov/contact-us/legal-attache-offices/eurasia/ankara-turkey

Ekin was on his Twitter feed during his trial.

https://twitter.com/ekimalptekin

Why was Alptekin charged if he has diplomatic immunity from Turkey, Albania, and the Netherlands?

Ekin was indicted with his partner, Bijan Kian Rafiekian, of Flynn Intel Group and EA Aerospace (Eclipse Aviation) for:

conspiracy

acting in the U.S. as an illegal agent for the government of Turkey

four counts of making false statements to the FBI

Kiani was found guilty last month for conspiracy and illegally acting as a secret agent for Turkey in the U.S.

https://brassballs.blog/home/flynn-and-his-former-partner-a-convicted-drug-dealer-paired-in-court-monday-gissou-lori-flynn-intel-group-covington-cocaine-general-michael-flynn-iranian-one-nuclear-deal-nowrus-dia

Whether or not a new trial will be granted is up to the judge.

The next court hearing is Sept. 5th.

Rafiekian is asking for a new trial.

https://brassballs.blog/home/flynn-intel-partner-requesting-a-new-trial-to-make-mike-flynn-testify-bijan-kiani-kian-rafiekian-august-17-alexandria-virginia-russian-president-vladimir-putin-gissou-rafiekian-lori-flynn

Mike Flynn has been named a co-conspirator but has yet to be charged in the same conspiracy.

Ekim Alptekin deposited $530,000 from his personal account in Turkey to Flynn Intel Group (FIG), according to prosecutors.

https://www.scribd.com/document/413560222/Sixth-set-of-nine-is-six-pages

FIG folded in Feb. 2017.

https://brassballs.blog/home/flynn-second-criminal-case-covers-up-key-testimony-events-bijan-kiani-kian-verderame-trenga-anthony-mike-eclipse-aviation-diplomatic-group-services-ratio-oil-exploration-israel-david-zaitin-flynn-intel-group-alexandria-virginia

Alptekin seems to be in the center of Flynn Intel’s deals, bribes, and kickbacks.

Since he was four-years-old, Ekim’s parents trained him to be a Turkish spy.

The Alptekin’s lived in the Netherlands for 20 years as diplomats for Turkey.

Alptekin has been accused of being a money launder, gun runner and drugs smuggler for:

Turkey

Russia

NATO

Alptekin has been CEO of EA Group’s ATH Defense and Security Systems Division since 2006.

EA is Eclipse Aviation.

According to its web page, its portfolio of products are custom ordered.

Ekim has been selling to MIT, the Turkish CIA, since 2006.

ATH is part of EA Group (Eclipse Aviation and Aerospace) Group.

Alptekin has been its President since 2008.

https://www.mit.gov.tr/eng/tarihce.html

http://eagrup.com/index.php?sayfa=ath-defence

Turkey’s standing army of 410,00 soldiers is the second largest in NATO.

https://www.globalfirepower.com/countries-listing.asp

And the tenth largest in the world.

https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/world/40-most-powerful-military-nations-of-2016/ar-BBpqJQn#page=8

America’s active military force is 476,000 from a workforce of 2,875,500.

https://www.globalsecurity.org/military/agency/end-strength.htm

According to Lockheed Martin, eight Turkish companies make nearly half of all the parts for the F-35 fighter planes for the U.S.

https://www.f35.com/global/participation/turkey-industrial-participation

Since 1999, Turkish companies have also helped in the engineering and development.

https://www.f35.com/news/detail/turkey-received-delivery-of-its-first-f-35-aircraft

The Turkish government appoints the officers of the Turkish American Business Association in Washington, D.C.

Who has been its President for the last seven years?

Ekim Alptekin.

For a time line of Eclipse Aviation, here is the link:

http://everything.explained.today/History_of_Eclipse_Aviation/

The Russian-based operation was intended to be jointly operated by the:

European Technology and Investment Research Center (ETIRC) based in the Netherlands

Russian Federation

Commonwealth of Russian Independent States

Republic of Turkey

According to Alptekin, he appointed Bijan Kian Rafiekian to the Board of Directors of Eclipse Aviation & Aerospace (EA) on May 21st, 2009.

And to its Turkish-based subsidiary, EA Havacilik.

Source: Turkey Chamber of Commerce archive

https://www.tobb.org.tr/Sayfalar/AnaSayfa.php

At the time, Kiani was working for the U.S. Export-Import Bank.

It is more commonly known as Ex-Im or Ex-Im Bank.

It is uncertain whether the Eclipse Aviation Group received any money from the U.S. Export-Import Bank while Kian was a voting member.

Or whether another company received loan proceeds from another for the benefit of Eclipse.

According to its most recent Ex-Im Annual Report dated 2018, 40 per cent of its loans were made without a voting quorum or documentation.

Loans were routinely approved without paperwork.

On Sept. 23rd, 2008, Russian President Vladimir Putin approved a factory to build Eclipse Aviation jets.

It was supposed to be a joint venture with Turkey and the Netherlands.

Putin’s financing for Eclipse never was approved.

https://www.justice.gov/usao-sdny/pr/evgeny-buryakov-pleads-guilty-manhattan-federal-court-connection-conspiracy-work

Source: press release from Eclipse Aviation imaged here:

Russian President Putin standing next to an Eclipse Aviation jet dated Sept. 23rd, 2008

https://www.avweb.com/news/eclipses-russian-factory-gets-financing-approvals/

https://www.aviationpros.com/home/news/10383129/eclipse-aviation-secures-longterm-financing-through-agreement-with-etirc-aviation-in-europe-and-russia

Instead, with Alptekin’s help, using Turkey as a conduit, Putin paid nothing to get a billion dollars worth of NASA research and development.

The first Eclipse jet was a top secret project.

https://www.nasa.gov/centers/wallops/home

NASA Wallops Island facility in Virginia contracted with Swift Engineering of San Clemente, California to make the first Eclipse prototype.

https://newatlas.com/go/7668/

https://www.avweb.com/air-shows-events/eclipse-goes-solo-with-concept-jet/

http://www.airframer.com/news_story.html?release=873

What was the technology?

Paint to make a plane undetectable during flight.

Invisible.

Stealth.

The Eclipse Aviation plane was made to land in the middle of nowhere without a trace.

No footprint.

No need for:

an airport

flight logs

landing strips

air traffic controller

Ideal for drug smuggling operations.

How many Eclipse stealth jets do they own?

Who has the records?

For years the Federal Aviation Administration (FAA) failed to license Eclipse planes because they were undetectable by air traffic controllers.

And failed dozens of inspection checks, according to Calvin L. Scovel III, the Inspector General of the Department of Transportation.

Scovel’si 32-page report is dated Sept. 17th, 2008.

The report number was CC-2008-120.

Scovel said the plane was unsafe.

The IG report is linked here:

https://www.oig.dot.gov/sites/default/files/WEB_FILE3_IG_Statement_on_Eclipse_Certification_CC_2008_120.pdf

On Sept. 12th, 2008, the Federal Aviation Administration (FAA) certified the Eclipse plane as safe.

Their report was 61-pages and is linked here:

https://www.faa.gov/news/media/eclipse%20scr%20redacted.pdf

According to an FAA report dated Sept. 26th, 2015, “Eclipse Aerospace, Inc., has not delivered an aircraft since 2008”.

According to General Aviation Manufacturers Association, Eclipse delivered 293 planes.

https://gama.aero/wp-content/uploads/GAMA-2018-Annual-Report-FINAL.pdf

The first Eclipse jet was priced at $850,000.

Then $1,500,000.

Then more?

According to Pacer, the official record of the federal judiciary, Eclipse Aviation was involved in eight bankruptcy cases.

Their cases are imaged here:

Another 31 federal cases were filed against Eclipse mostly for taking people’s deposit money without delivering a product.

Since its inception in 1999, Eclipse has never made a profit.

Public court records on the 39 Eclipse cases are non-existent.

Or settled with no record at all.

John Travolta may have gotten Eclipse jet without paying for it.

Actor John Travolta (center) with Vern Raburn (right) and Mike McConnell of Eclipse Aviation

http://airportjournals.com/john-travolta-a-passionate-ambassador-of-aviation-2/

Who paid if Johnny Boy got a freebie?

Federal, state, county, and local taxpayers in a variety of locations across the U.S. from:

Florida

New Mexico

Wisconsin

New York

Arizona

Illinois

Maine

California

Virginia

Alptekin boasted that he paid four cents on the dollar or $40 million for a billion dollars worth of technology tied to Eclipse Aviation.

Only his company made a bid for it in bankruptcy court.

No criminal prosecution was ever filed against the Eclipse Aviation or its management team or Board of Directors.

According to court records, the Board included:

Kent Kresa, former Chairman of both General Motors (GM) and Northrup Grumman Corporation

Harold Poling, former Chairman and CEO of Ford Motor

Page Eight of federal case number 16-2203 imaged above

David Zaikin, a partner in the Eclipse Aviation joint venture with Putin and Turkey, said the Russians never built an Eclipse jet.

Why?

“We never got any orders”, said Zaikin.

Eclipse Aviation was incorporated in Delaware on 1999.

The initial prototype was to make a personal jet for the billionaires from Microsoft.

They were:

Bill Gates

James Allen

Vern Raburn

Why Vern Raburn? He was a pilot and a passion for flying.

Plus Bill Gates was the best man at his wedding

Ekim Alptekin, Mike Flynn, and Bijan Kian Rafiekian also worked for Ratio Oil Exploration in Israel.

Turkey hired Ekim’s Dutch and Turkish Companies, Inovo Group AV, to help put together a pipeline between Israel and Turkey.

Russia provides Turkey with 75 per cent of its gas supply.

The proposed pipeline is 1248 miles long and six miles deep.

So far, only Israel, Greece, and Cyprus are involved.

https://astutenews.com/2017/04/04/eu-snubs-russia-in-favor-of-new-israeli-pipeline-will-turkey-follow-suit/

Alptekin, center, wearing a Ratio Oil Exploration (Israel) badge.

Namik Tan (left) of Ratio Oil. Former Turkish ambassador to Israel and U.S.

Aron Liel (right) former Israeli envoy to Turkey.

Event was the Israel Energy and Business Convention in November 21st, 2016 in Tel Aviv.

Letter dated June 28th, 2016 from Ratio Oil.

Ekim Alptekin is named in it representing the Israeli oil company.

The names of Mike Flynn and Bijan Kian were blackened out.

The above invoices were sent by Flynn Intel Group.

Please note the billing was structured in amounts of $5000.

This was done to avoid suspicions of money laundering.

Amounts over $5000 trigger a banking review.

The two documents imaged above were submitted into evidence on July 16th in the criminal case of Kian, Flynn, Alptekin, and Verderame.

A dozen pipeline contracts were awarded by Israel on July 30th.

None of them involved Turkey.

The story is linked here:

https://www.jpost.com/Jpost-Tech/Twelve-licenses-approved-for-gas-oil-exploration-off-Israels-coast-597156

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