After the phone call it hadn’t taken Isabella long to get her bag and things together. She’d ended up wearing a pair of black slip-on shoes that wouldn’t stand up to close scrutiny, but Lucas wasn’t planning on staying in the same spot for long.
“I took the stairs up here. It’s going to be the easiest way back down. There are cameras near every entrance, so you’re going to have to keep your head low. There’s no telling if the FBI is tapped into the feed.” He reached down onto the bed, picked up the trilby hat and handed it to her. She plonked it down onto her head and Lucas smiled. “That’s not how you wear it.” He went around the bed and worked at sorting the hat out. When he was sure that none of her hair was showing, he traced a finger down the line of her chin, enjoying the way her eyes drifted closed. He was playing with fire and part of him didn’t care. It was turning into a ‘throw the rule book out of the window’ kind of day anyway.
“Lucas?” His name was breathy and tasted like mint from her open lips.
“Yes, Isabella?”
Her eyes flickered open. “We should go.”
He felt a pang of regret and stepped away from her. “Yes, we should. Okay, follow me and keep your head down. If I tell you to run, you run. Do you understand me?”
****
For the first time since this started, Isabella had hope. They’d traveled down the flight of stairs without any problems. Lucas had been quiet for the trip down but judging by the glimpses she caught of his face, he’d had plenty to occupy himself with.
There had to be another reason she trusted him, the fact that she hadn’t slapped him across the face when he’d kissed her. For all she knew he was just taking her to another place to kill her. Even as the thought passed through her head, she mentally dismissed it. Lucas might have been a strange boy, but he’d always had his own sense of honor. He felt that he owed her and Isabella trusted that.
Lucas pushed the door open and they walked into the foyer. Everything about him was tense, even as they moved through the crowded span; there was no doubt in Isabella’s mind that he took note of everyone. There was a tension in his shoulders that held his body rigid.
They stepped outside and Isabella fought the urge to raise her head, to feel the warm sunbeams on her face. It felt like a lifetime since she’d been outside, while in fact it had been five days—five incredibly long days.
“We haven’t attracted any attention. Just a few more minutes and we’ll be at my car.”
She held her breath, not letting her eyes seek out the FBI. It was only when they were both in the car that she started to relax. Isabella took a deep breath but noticed that Lucas had lost none of the tension in his shoulders.
“Are you okay?”
Lucas laughed. “You’re the one with a target on her back and you’re asking me if I’m alright?”
Isabella winced at the reminder. “It was just a question, Lucas.”
She felt Lucas’s fingers as they laced through hers. . Blue eyes studied her and Isabella found it hard to look away. “I’m fine. What did I say about worrying about me?”
To not do it, she thought silently to herself. “Well I either worry about you or I worry about myself. I’m tired of worrying about what’s going to happen to me.”
The smile he gave her was sad. “It’s nearly over, Isabella.”
Was the reason he was sad because he didn’t want her to leave? A better question would be: if it didn’t mean a horrible death, would she stay?
****
Lucas couldn’t stop himself from finding reasons to touch her. He’d reluctantly pulled his fingers away hers and focused on getting them to the train station. In another lifetime, perhaps, but it wouldn’t work in this one. It didn’t matter how much he wanted it and her.
As they drew into the train station Lucas’s phone beeped in his pocket. He pulled it out and glanced at it, then quickly slipped it back into his pocket.
“What did it say?”
He looked over at Isabella. Her hair was starting to escape the bun she’d put it in. Beautiful dark strands highlighted her eyes. What would she do if he kissed her again? Would she moan and fall into his arms or slap him?
“Don’t worry about it.”
She rolled her eyes and Lucas tried to suppress a smile. “Will you stop telling me that? I’m a grown-up. I know that this dangerous, Lucas. Stop treating me like a child.”
Damn, she was perceptive. “It was a message from my boss. It said that he knew I helped you to escape but I’ve got two options: either I leave you at the main clock to be collected by his men or we’re both dead.”
Isabella’s eyes went wide and Lucas mentally kicked himself. There were better ways of breaking bad news. If he’d just kept his mouth shut then what he was about to do next would have been a lot easier.
“I’m not going to let them have you, Isabella but I am going to have to go in there to find and deal with them. Then you’re going to have to jump on the train while they’re distracted by me.”
The trains traveled every hour on the hour. It took a lot longer than he would have liked to get her to agree to the plan, such as it was.
As soon as he walked into the train station he spotted two guys that worked for the boss. One had a face that looked like a weasel’s, with a straight nose and pointy teeth. The other stood near the clock; he had a long face with a square jaw, kind of like a horse. They weren’t facing each other, something which would make it a lot easier to take them out without the other noticing.
The main floor of the train station foyer was busy. It meant that he wouldn’t be able to use his gun, not without bullets hitting unintended victims. There were too many children running around, so a gun fight wouldn’t work. Lucas walked past the food count and picked up a plastic spoon. He snapped it with his thumb, leaving the edge sharp. A good hit-man had to use what was at hand to complete a mission. One time he’d used a pink thong, but that was a story for a different time.
He looked up at the clock. In ten minutes Isabella was going to walk into the train station, which meant within ten minutes, these guys were going to meet their maker. It all came down to the how.
Lucas walked past a stand selling sunglasses and picked up a pair. A few measured steps and then, as weasel face looked up, Lucas struck. The sharp piece that Lucas had created on the spoon pieced the eye, popping it like a water balloon. Lucas pushed the plastic in as far as it went with the palm of his hand. With his other hand Lucas slipped on the sunglasses. Weasel Face slumped and Lucas positioned the fallen body. Since there were no screams it looked like he’d been quick enough not to have been noticed.
That left Horse Face.
****
Isabella looked at the clock just above the entrance. She had a few more minutes yet but she pushed open the door and got out to retrieve her bag. She wasn’t used to wearing the oversized clothes of a man but she understood the need for a disguise. Had her guard detail noticed that she was missing yet? How far would she have to run to outrun the FBI and the mob?
She threw the bag over her shoulder. Lucas said that he’d wait for her in the second carriage with her ticket. That he’d deal with the men who were waiting for her. She walked up the steps, since Lucas had told her not to draw attention to herself, that she needed to head straight for the train and not look for him.
She had to trust that he would be there.
****
Lucas caught the eye of the man standing underneath the clock and nodded his head towards the luggage area. The steel lockers held personal objects that travelers didn’t want to take with them on the train. Because people were too busy heading for the trains, the area was empty. He needed for him to follow her a little deeper, to the lockers at the back.
“Where is she?”
Lucas turned around. “She’s waiting for me to give her the all clear. She’s near the back.” Horse Face frowned at him and Lucas noticed the gun barely hidden in the folds created by his jacket. Lucas made his way further in
to the locker area.
“I can’t see her.”
“She’s tied up.” Lucas lied. Come on Horse Face, a few more steps, he thought silently. Lucas nearly missed the sight of the fist as it flew for his face. This is going to hurt.
****
The train pulled out of the station and Isabella forgot how to breathe. Where was he? Had he missed the train, had his plan failed? The thought hurt her. She collapsed onto the red velvet chair and rested her head in her hands. He was gone?
Her eyes brimmed with tears and as she blinked they fell down her cheeks, splashing on the floor. She’d never gotten a chance to say goodbye. There was no doubt in her mind that Lucas hadn’t planned on coming with her, at least not as far as the next stop. Had he decided that it was safer if he didn’t get on the train at all? She preferred that to the fact he might have died to keep her safe.
“Are you okay?”
Isabella’s eyes snapped up. Lucas stopped in the doorway to the carriage, a fresh cut on his cheek and a swollen jaw line the only visible results of the fight he’d been in. She rushed to her feet and threw herself at him. He groaned and she pulled away slightly.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
Lucas ran a finger down the side of her face and Isabella’s eyes fluttered shut for a brief second. “Where you worried about me?”
Isabella rose on her tiptoes and brushed her lips against his. “Always. Are you leaving me at the next stop?” She asked the question that had been plaguing her as she’d waited for him to arrive. She didn’t want him to leave.
He nibbled on her bottom lip, prolonging the kiss before he pulled away and Isabella looked up into those blue eyes of his..
“I’ll always make sure you’re safe, Isabella. I’m never going to leave you.”
The End
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DELIGHTFUL CONSEQUENCES
Morgan King
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“I’m going to kill him!”
Josie watched in surprise as Matt stormed out of the room he’d just led her to. Who was he going to kill and what had they done?
She looked around the room. Nothing was obviously out of place, except that everything seemed a little odd. Admittedly she hadn’t known Matt very long, but he hadn’t struck her as the type to have pictures of semi-naked women plastered all over his walls. That one looked like it could be Katie Price, it was hard to tell. Josie mentally tsked—if you were going to have breasts at eye level they should at least be real!
The bed was also disconcerting, made as it was in pink bed sheets. And the windowsill was lined with children’s collectable toys, the sort you’d find in lunchboxes from fast food restaurants. It all painted a very different picture from the Matt she’d come to know.
Unless . . . Was that what he was going to kill someone over?
She could hear him shouting the name Jon somewhere else in the apartment.
A few moments later he returned, red-faced. “I’m so sorry.”
Josie raised an eyebrow, asking for further elaboration.
“My flat-mate Jon knew I was meeting you for the first time tonight. He knew I really liked you. It seems he thought it would be funny to re-decorate my room in case I was lucky enough to bring you here. I swear his middle name should be Mischief. He’s always getting up to stuff—not normally at my expense, though.”
“You really liked me, huh?” Josie wasn’t nearly as interested in the other stuff.
“It’s not every lady I give a love egg to,” Matt said with a smile. Then, clearly not over his friend’s actions, he added, “I just wish I could teach him a lesson.”
Josie secretly thought it was rather funny. No harm had been done. She’d never had a night quite this much fun before: first in the restaurant, then daring to come back to Matt’s place (after quickly texting Terry to let him know), and finally this drama! Whatever next?
****
Matt really was going to kill Jon when he next saw him. His latest trick could end up ruining Matt’s evening yet. There was no way he was going to sleep with Josie for the first time in a pink bed, that was supposed to be his, surrounded by adolescent images. Not that his cock would mind, of course; it had retired to semi-hardness when they left the restaurant but was just biding its time till action resumed and it got a bit of freedom to move.
There was always the lounge, but that was a communal space and didn’t feel quite right…but Jon’s room was free. . .
Keen to seize the moment, Matt swooped in to kiss Josie. Their first kiss. They’d rather jumped ahead of themselves in the restaurant. She tasted delicious, all chocolatey. He licked gently into the corners of her mouth, chasing the taste.
Breaking for breath, he led her down the hall to Jon’s room. “Are you still up for letting me have my wicked way with you?”
“Where are we going?”
“Jon’s room. Don’t worry, he’s a neat freak; it’s like a hotel room.” Don’t let her say no now, Matt thought, the description he’d given was only a bit of an exaggeration.
She didn’t say no.
“Tell you what…” Matt loosened the black tie round his neck. He’d dressed to impress, wearing a black jacket, shirt and tie, above jeans. Pulling it over his head, he watched Josie carefully as he lowered the silk over her head to cover her eyes. She was going to think he was seriously kinky. Since she wouldn’t really be wrong, it was best she find out now. At the moment she was being beautifully submissive, acquiescing silently to all his unspoken demands.
“Is it okay?” he asked gently. “This way you don’t have to worry about surroundings. If you’re not sure at any point you just have to say.”
“I like it.” She was his kind of girl.
Matt guided her slowly into Jon’s room and brought her to stand in front of the bed. He realized she’d have absolutely no sense of where she was, being both blindfolded and somewhere completely new. He savored the knowledge that it would heighten her senses.
“I’m going to undress you now.” Would she also like his tendency to talk and tease? “I can’t wait to see your breasts. That top you’re wearing displays them beautifully but I can’t see quite enough.”
Leisurely, with a patience he didn’t feel, Matt eased the top over the gentle swells of Josie’s shoulders. It was loose-fitting except around the bust, and as soon as the tension was released it drifted to the floor. Matt sucked in a breath; her breasts were encased in lace so sheer he could see the detail of her nipples. “Yes, oh yes.” They were tightly furled, ready for his touch. “Do you have matching panties on?” He didn’t wait for her answer; hooking his fingers into the waistband of her skirt he guided it to the floor, and let her rest her hands on his shoulders as she stepped her feet out.
“I forgot, either you didn’t have any on to start with or you took them off for me at the restaurant. No, don’t tell me. I think they got so wet you took them off.” He leaned in to inhale her fragrance, his cheek brushing her curls in an intimate caress.
“Oh shit.” The voice from the doorway made Matt spin round, nearly falling on his arse in his haste. Josie shrieked.
“You weren’t supposed to be home yet,” Matt said, exasperation in his voice. Then he spoke softly to Josie, “It’s just Jon.”
She’d wrapped one arms across her breasts and covered her pussy with the other hand. She’d only let out the one cry of alarm and now seemed to be waiting to see what happened next.
****
Jon didn’t need to ask what they were doing in his room. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected would happen when Matt found the alterations to his décor, but it certainly wasn’t this. Three cheers for unexpected consequences!
“You don’t look suitably apologetic, Jon.” Was Matt really angry? It wasn’t easy to tell when he used his serious voice.
“It’s a little hard to be sorry when
presented with such a lovely vision. In fact it’s a lot hard.” Truly, it was.
“You could have ruined my evening.”
“Clearly I haven’t.”
“I don’t know; Josie might not speak to me again.”
Jon was curious to see what Josie’s reaction would be. This was her first night with Matt and already she was blindfolded, yet she also seemed shy, trying to cover herself, unable to hide the blush heating her skin. A combination of embarrassed plus turned on perhaps.
“I’m not sure I’ll ever speak again,” her small voice piped up.
Jon echoed the chuckle Matt gave.
“I’m sure you’ll think of some way to get revenge,” he said to Matt. If only he could prolong this; he desperately didn’t want to be dismissed.
“I’m not sure revenge is the answer; you don’t need more encouragement. I think you need to be made to see the error of your ways.”
That sounded interesting.
Jon watched as Matt stood and pulled Josie into his embrace. He could just catch the words Matt whispered in her ear: “Would you like to help me punish Jon?”
Josie turned her head towards Matt. Jon suspected there would be a question in her eyes, if they could be seen.
To them both, Matt said, “I think it’s only fair if Jon gets to watch, but not join in. I haven’t decided about whether we should let him touch himself or whether he should be left totally wanting all night. Maybe we’ll see if we can make him beg.”
The blood rushing from his head made Jon dizzy and weak-kneed. His friendship with Matt had never crossed this line before. There had never been a sexual attraction between the two of them. He didn’t think there was now; it was the situation that was hot as hell. That, and the way in which Matt took charge: now that was sexy.
“Take your tie off, and go get a couple more. Then sit in the chair in the corner.”
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