by Crimson Syn
“Just have my back.”
I got out of the car and slowly made my way to the hospital entrance. The exchange was to happen on the rooftop of St. John’s Hospital. The same hospital where his sister was staying. It made sense, I suppose. To go to the place where the one you love lies dying, knowing this is the last time you’ll see them. Poetic really. I think in a way, he had to know this wasn’t going to go as planned.
As I reached the door to the rooftop I paused for a second. FBI agents were hiding in the shadows ready to grab Michael Crowley as soon as I gave my signal. The kid had no chance. Opening the door, I made my way out. The wind had picked up and I shielded my eyes for a second before making him out. He was only a few feet away, staring at me.
“This isn’t how I had planned it. But I guess it’s the best I can do.”
I stared back at him for a second trying to register what he was trying to say. “What are you talking about?”
He looked down at his feet and raising one hand in the air, he slowly took out something from his pocket. “I’m not stupid. They have eyes on you, on me, on fucking everyone!”
I shook my head. “I don’t understand.”
He threw me a small envelope and I glanced from him to the package in confusion.
“Open it.”
Propping it open I looked down at another small flash drive. I stared back at him, an eerie sense of resolve coming from him. “I told you to back off! I told you to cooperate!”
“What the fuck are you talking about, kid!”
“They’re not gonna’ leave you alone. None of you.”
“Kid, look, if you need help just tell me. I’ve got men, connections.”
“So do they.” He looked down at the ground and shook his head.
That dreaded feeling you get, the one right before something bad is about to happen, that feeling crept into my bones and I suddenly feared for the kid’s life. “You need to take it easy Michael. Just talk to me.”
“I erased the files on her, no one will touch her. But they know!” He raised a finger up to the air. “They know everything!”
“Who? Who the fuck are you talking about?”
I was on edge and my eyes started to dart everywhere. “Let me help you.”
He shook his head. “Just promise me one thing.”
I stared back at him and I suddenly felt that gut instinct that always pulled at me. “Kid, please.”
“Just promise you’ll take care of her!”
“Fuck! Kid, please! Let me help you!”
He shook his head. “It’s over for me. I tried. Now, it’s your turn. Don’t give in and don’t trust anyone. They took my world. Don’t let them take yours.”
“Kid!” I went to reach for him and in one instant, a shot echoed through the rooftop. His eyes froze on mine in shock, as he slowly crumpled to the floor. I immediately dropped to the concrete, but no other shots rang out. Looking up, his blank eyes stared back at me, their life sucked out in one blow. Pulling out my phone I called Maxwell.
“He’s down. Send them out!”
“What? What the fuck happened?”
“I don’t know, but I can tell you it’s nothing good.”
I stared at the kid and clutched onto the envelope he’d given me. The FBI agents quickly made their way onto the scene. Michael Crowley, age twenty-three, died instantly before my eyes. Another death I’d witnessed, another life I couldn’t save.
I made my way down to the front entrance of the building, but as I got onto the elevator I punched the button to the cancer ward. As I stepped out into the hallway, I took in the brightly lit space. Children crying in the distance, giggling as well, parents roaming the corridors a look of pain in their eyes. They’d come out to hide that pain, before putting on a smile and heading back inside. Room 101 was open and I slowly made my way inside. A young girl sat in a chair facing the large windows. As soon as I entered, she spoke.
“I suppose he gave himself in,” she whispered. Her voice soft, almost haunting.
I slowly approached her. She was a pretty girl, her long blonde hair was thinning and she looked pale, but she was pretty, like a fragile porcelain doll.
“You could say that, yes,” I responded, my words chosen carefully.
“He was good, you know. He was one of the good guys.”
I sat at the edge of the bed and stared out the window watching the sun disappear through the towering buildings.
“He told me to tell you something.”
I looked over at her and she slowly turned to look at me. Her dark eyes full of unshed tears. “He told me he’d tell you to take care of me.”
“He did.”
“Are you…going to take care of me?”
I sighed deeply and nodded. “Yes. Yes, I will.”
She nodded and swiped a tear that escaped from her cheek. “Good. Yeah, that will be good.”
“What was it he told you, Anne?”
“Catchfire,” she whispered it as if it were something that couldn’t be mentioned. Something that scared her.
“How do you know about Catchfire?”
She looked down at the floor and swiped another tear that had fallen. “I don’t really know about them. Only what Michael has told me. I know that they killed my parents. That same night they took Michael and told him that if he didn’t get the supplies, they’d kill me. Halfway through his mission I was operated on, the doctors then said I was in remission. But Catchfire thinks I’m dying. If they find out I’m going to live, they’ll kill me too.”
I reached out and took her hand. “You can trust me, Anne. I’ll try my best to protect you.”
“All I ask is that you make sure people know. You make sure people know Michael was good. He was a good man.”
“I’ll let them know. I’ll let them know.”
And as the sun set I knew that this was only the beginning. Michael Crowley had only been a pawn to them. A way in. A system failure.
16
Cassandra
I was dreaming of wet kisses and heated touches. Hands were roaming my body and the image of Drake hovered over me bringing with it intense arousal.
“Drake,” I whispered as his lips glided over my naked silhouette. His lips left a trail of heat along my bare skin and I relished in the feel of his muscles tensing and rippling under the palms of my hands. Suddenly he dipped his head and I felt his wet tongue sliding along the tender flesh of my pussy.
“Drake!”
I shot up as his tongue danced on my clit. His head buried between my legs and his hands holding me wide open as he brought unspeakable pleasure to my body. I lifted up and he brought me right back down, groaning as his tongue delved into my entrance bringing forth a scream of ecstasy.
“Fuck!” It wasn’t a dream, it was real. He was real and at the moment he was just where I needed him to be.
I clenched the sheets and looked up at the ceiling as the feelings of ecstasy poured through me. The man was insatiable. After dinner last night, we barely made it to the car when he dragged me onto his lap and had his way with me. As soon as we entered his apartment he once again took me on his couch and then again in the shower. I was so worn out I could barely walk and he’d carried me to bed, cradling me in his arms until I fell asleep.
And now here I was, spread eagled and eager for the taking. “Drake, please.”
I begged him as my body reacted to his touch, humping up at his hot mouth as his tongue twirled up my slit and curled around my clit. His fingers slid deep inside of me and he looked up at me from between my legs. His lips glistened with my juices and I moaned as he slowly fucked me with his hand.
“I was thinking,” he muttered.
“Mmhmm,” I breathed.
“I think you should move in with me.”
“Oh!” I cried out as his fingers curled inside of me, rubbing over my g-spot. “Drake, my God!”
“Tell me, baby girl,” he kissed my inner thigh as he fucked me slow and deep. “You want
to live with Daddy.”
His fingers curled again and I yelped desperately grabbing at the pillows. “I know you want to,” he dipped his head and gave my clit a long lingering lap of his tongue. “Just say yes and I’ll give you what you want.”
“Drake, please.”
“Uh-uh,” he sucked on my clit popping it out of his mouth as he continued to fuck me on his fingers. “Those aren’t the magic words, baby girl.”
“Oh my God!”
“Yeah, that’s close,” he muttered as his fingers slid out of me and circled my clit. My lips lifted and I started to shake as my orgasm peaked.
“Hmmm, no response. I’ll just have to leave then.”
He stopped what he was doing and started to turn away from me.
“Drake Archer, I swear to God, if you leave me like this!”
He smirked and grabbing me by the ankles he yanked me down to the edge of the bed, forcing my legs apart so that he could drag his cock across my folds. “Such a pretty pussy, baby. I bet it’s aching for some cock.”
“Drake!”
He tsked at me and spanked the side of my thigh. “What did I tell you?”
I bit my lip, undulating my hips toward him. I nodded slowly, making him grin. His cock dragged once again along my slit and I whimpered.
“Daddy,” curving my back I felt his hands cup both my breasts, his cock perched at my entrance. His fingertips flicking at my hardened nipples, pinching and pulling on them as he groaned.
“I want to hear you say it. Say you’ll move in.”
“Yes!” I cried out. “Yes, Daddy! Yes!”
His hard cock slammed into me and we both moaned in sheer bliss. His hips moved against me in powerful thrusts. His hands gripping my thighs so hard I knew there would be bruises, but I didn’t care. He had me at his mercy. His dick throbbing inside of me, my pussy contracting around him and I parted my lips in a silent scream as the orgasm lifted me in a series of ecstasy driven waves. I heard him groan and then his body tensed above me as he drove himself forward, his body colliding with mine. Owning me in every way possible.
I reached up and cupped his cheeks staring into his dark eyes. “You’re mine, Drake. I love you.”
He bent down and kissed me hard and deep, his body jerking inside of me, yet he didn’t stop kissing. His groans got lost in my mouth as his tongue tangled with mine. It was a perfect moment, a perfect kiss. His lips parted just enough so that he could whisper the words I desperately needed to here.
“And you belong to me. My own dirty obsession. I love you, baby girl. I love you with all my heart.”
His lips were on me again as his body rocked into me. I didn’t want him to let me go, I wanted to be in his arms forever.
Epilogue
Drake
One month later…
During the course of the last month I’d kept in contact with Adam Hunter. He was the man in charge of the Cybercrime Unit ever since I left. Maxwell had found out that Catchfire was a cybercrime ring started a few years back. Turns out I was right. Catchfire was the Hydra of Luminary, the crime ring I had taken down right before Lucian had offered me a job in Ravenhead. The FBI were monitoring them for any illegal activity. They mostly exported erotic literature, sex toys and marijuana to certain states. They were trying to catch them on any of the dark net, black market items but they were new, and they were careful.
The flash drive Michael had left me was filled with information on Catchfire. They weren’t just any crime ring, they were a terrorist organization. One that, as I suspected, was out to get Intel on manufacturing weapons. They didn’t want the weapons themselves. They wanted the blueprints and the guidance chips to sell to our enemies. Isis, Russia, China, they were the real deal. Problem was, they were also difficult to track down. They couldn’t do it with Ravenhead, but it didn’t mean we were off their radar. It only meant next time, they’d try harder. We were all on alert, all on our A game.
After what happened I put Adam in charge of Anne’s safety. She was stripped of her name and placed in witness protection. I was the only one who knew where she was. Myself and Hunter. I swore I’d keep her safe and I would. I also made sure, Michael’s name stayed out of the papers. He wasn’t a bad kid, just went into bad ways.
I sighed as I entered the penthouse. The smell of steak and herbs hit my nostrils as soon as I walked in. Music pumped through the speakers in the living room and I called out to see if anyone was home. A silver golden retriever darted out around the corner and I grinned. The puppy looked extremely happy to see me as he leaped up into my arms.
“Alright, alright Lucky, down boy!” I laughed as he licked my face, “Down.”
I let him go and he ran back toward the kitchen. I heard a pretty laugh and a shout as a pot fell to the floor. I made my way toward the ruckus only to find my sweet girl at the counter, swaying her hips to the sound of the music.
“Hmmmm,” I hummed as I crossed my arms and watched her luscious globes strain against the cotton fabric of her night gown. “Don’t you look edible.”
She turned at the sound of my voice and froze with a knife held in one hand, and a loaf of bread in the other. I laughed as I strode over to her, gingerly taking the knife out of her hand and setting it on the counter, far enough away that it wouldn’t cause harm. I looked at her as I took a bite out of the piece of bread.
“Hi,” she breathed as I leaned into her, caging her in.
“What are you doing?” I asked, amused.
She smiled. “Making dinner. Steak and veggies.”
“Mmmm, but I want desert,” I dipped my head and ran my tongue up the curve of her neck, playfully biting her earlobe. “I want it now.”
She set the bread down and gently pushed at me, but I didn’t budge. She arched an eyebrow up and stared at me. “No desert until we eat.”
“Says who? I can do whatever I want. And right now, I want to do you,” I lifted her up and turned, sitting her down on the kitchen table. Her flimsy night gown rode up her thighs and I moaned, teasingly as I traced her white cotton panties.
“Drake,” she breathed. “You’re ruining my surprise.”
I chuckled and swept her panties to the side, slowly gliding my finger through her slit, her clit rolling under my fingers like a marble coated in oil.
“What surprise is that?”
“It was a good one,” she breathed, throwing her head back as I yanked down the flimsy cotton slip exposing her nipples. I took her in my arms and played with her, loving how she wriggled around for me, how her body reacted to my touch. I slowly undid my zipper, taking myself out, groaning at the feel of her slippery lips wetting the head of my cock. Gathering her juices with my fingers, I smear them on her neck and drag them down to her nipples.
She gasps as I lick them off her slowly, my tongue lapping in slow agonizing circles, flick the tip of her tit as my cock plays at her entrance.
“Drake, please,” her little pleas only make me want to tease her more. Coax out those pretty little secrets she’s got prepared for me.
“Tell me what the surprise is, and I’ll let you go.”
“Ohhhh, Draaake,” she whined and whimpered as I gripped her thigh, spreading her wide.
“What? You don’t want me to let you go?”
She looked at me and bit her lip. “Never,” she said sweetly and I growled, bending over and dragging my lips against hers.
“Tell me,” I ordered between ragged breaths.
“I’m pregnant.”
I cupped her cheeks, her eyelids fluttering as she was caught up in our lust. “Pregnant?”
Her eyes adjusted and she nodded. “I just found out this morning. Six weeks.”
I thought back to the first time I had taken her. Fuck, all the times had been wonderful, but that moment in the bathroom after she’d hidden from me. I just knew it had to have been in that moment.
“Fuck,” I breathed and she gasped.
“Are you angry with me?”
“Why
would I be angry with you, baby girl?”
She shrugged her fingertips partly wrapped around my forearms. “I don’t know. Maybe you don’t want children.”
I shook my head and smiled. “I want you, and whatever you want then I’ll give it to you. But a child. A child is something I always dreamed of, I just never thought I’d have one.”
She smiled then, a big bright smile that lit my heart up. “Fuck, I love you.”
“And I love you too. So much.”
She shifted beneath me and we both groaned as the tip of my cock penetrated her. We looked at each other and she smiled. “Make love to me, Drake.”
“Oh, baby girl.”
Lifting her I walked us into our bedroom. I set her down on the mattress gently, tenderly kissing up her body. Her legs parted for me without any hesitation and as I entered her she moaned my name. I made love to her then, my hands bringing her arms up over her head, my chest rubbing along her as I gave her long, deep strokes. She whimpered and wrapped her legs around me, bring me in deeper.
“I love you, Cassandra. I’ll always take care if you.”
A tear escaped down her cheek and I bent down and kissed it away. “I love you Drake.”
In between soft caresses and sweet murmurs, she shattered for me, our connection so in tune I quickly followed. Sinking into her and relishing in the feel of her contracting around me. We both lay there, spent and satisfied and as I stared out the window of our home, I felt happy. At some point in this whole messed up journey, my dirty obsession had become my everything. The loneliness had dissipated and in its place, was a sense of family. I felt like I was finally home. In her arms, I was home.
Afterword
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