Storm - Dominant Protectors Book Two

by Jack Ellison

  He’d said he was going to speak to his boss, and organise a way of getting me to somewhere safe. Somewhere where Mickey couldn’t just turn up with a crew of his boys and take revenge for what he deemed was betrayal.

  But it was Mickey who’d betrayed me. Filled me with false hope and promises and left me. I knew he didn’t care, that the reason he came back was out of warped sense of ownership. He left like he was owed something, just by merely being the nephew of some of the O’Neill brothers.

  Well, he was soon to get his comeuppance, I knew that much. One way or another, he wouldn’t be able to hurt me any more, to get at me out of spite and jealousy.

  I went about the rest of the evening in peace, safe in the knowledge that Mickey wouldn’t dare step near the place again. He was a moron, but he wasn’t completely stupid. He knew what he’d done, and knew that Charlie had the evidence on his phone. He’d probably be getting drunk, bragging to his cronies about what he was going to do to Charlie. False promises. Vague threats.

  I occasionally took a peep out of the front windows, hoping for a sight of Charlie pulling up in his black car. After the third or fourth time of looking, though, I saw a marked police patrol car parked across the road and down the block a little, in clear sight of my front door.

  That should keep any idiots away.

  I gave a silent thanks to Charlie and the few good cops in his circle, cops I didn’t know but were risking a lot to help someone who used to roll with the guy they were closing in on.

  At least the good guys still exist. Not everyone is out for themselves, money and power.

  SUNDAY BEGAN IN THE same way as any other, relaxing and uneventful. I went through my morning route, shower, breakfast. I got dressed into some comfortable and functional clothes, knowing I’d probably have to leave at a moment’s notice at some point later in the day.

  After getting dressed and applying a little makeup I packed a small bag with clothes for about a week, not knowing how long I’d be staying away for. But I knew it wouldn’t be long before Charlie acted, and I’d probably overpacked. The cautious side of told me to take my cash, passport and a few of my favourite personal effects.

  Just in case.

  I was surprised a little while after packing by a loud, quick knock at the door. I grabbed my things and headed downstairs, dumping my bags on the couch before heading to the door.

  I swung the door open to find Danny standing there, in plain clothes. Simple jeans and a plan t-shirt, hands crossed at his lap.

  “Hey, Abi. Can I come in?” He stood there, an apologetic look on his face.

  “Sure, Danny. Come in. I’ve just made some coffee.” I ushered him in and closed the door behind him as we headed for the kitchen.

  He was looking around, peering into the living room and glancing upstairs as we passed through the hall.

  “Nice place you got here. Real nice, Abi. I’m glad you’re doing alright, y’know.” He smiled sweetly at me as he settled into a wooden chair at the kitchen table, hands resting palm down on the table.

  I poured us both out a steaming mug of strong coffee and took the chair opposite. I looked at him, remembering the cheeky older teenager I’d known as a kid. I barely recognised him these days.

  “You’re looking good, Danny. I’m surprised Maria and those kids haven’t worn you out!” I smiled at him, and he laughed good naturedly.

  “Thanks, Abi. Nah, they’re good. Most of the time. And Maria tells me what to do. Makes things easy. Ain’t gotta think after a long day of busting boneheads!” His eyes sparkled as he took a sip of coffee.

  “Listen. Charlie spoke to me yesterday. I’m getting you out of here, out of town. Now. I got one of my guys waiting to look after you at a motel out of town. Just for the time being, then we can move you somewhere safer and further away if...” He glanced down at his hands apprehensively, then looked up to fix me with an intense stare.

  “If Charlie don’t come back. But he will, I’m sure of it. This will all be over before you know it.”

  “Thanks Danny. I owe you one. We owe you one. Tell you what, when this is all over me and Charlie will take you, Maria and the kids out for a meal. Somewhere real nice.” I blushed as he grinned at me, his face lighting up with realisation, and a flash of the cheeky youth I once knew shone through.

  “Oh I see. Haha! You don’t hang around, do you?” He slapped the table. Coffee mugs bounced worryingly.

  “Wow. I’m so happy for you both. I reckon you’ll be good for each other. I mean it.” He nodded at me. I smiled sweetly back at him, glowing at the thought of Charlie and me together, with Danny’s blessing. I knew they were good friends, and it meant a lot to have him rooting for us.

  “OK then, Abi. Let’s get out of here. Drive’s gonna be indirect. Gotta make sure we ain’t followed. Sorry if we have to go back on ourselves a few times.”

  I stood up, pouring the remnants of our drinks into the sink. I steeled myself, taking one last glance around the kitchen before going to grab my bags from the couch. I turned to face Danny who was standing behind me, expression closed, arms crossed.

  “Ok, Danny. Let’s get out of here.”

  A LITTLE WHILE LATER we were driving steadily along the straight interstate out of town, arid pastureland as far as the eye could see to the left and right. Cacti loomed large all round us, casting a long shadow in the dusty soil. My gaze wandered around the horizon, taking in the monotonous scenery with a distracted boredom.

  I leant over to click the radio to a different station, annoyed by the incessant soft rock Danny had been nodding his head to.

  He glanced over his shoulder at me.

  “Sorry, Abi. Don’t know what music you like.” He shrugged, eyes back on the road. Dust swirled in front of us, a red haze drifting across my vision in the early afternoon sun.

  “Not long now. Almost there. Gonna stop at an old motel, like I said. Ain’t the best, but there won’t be anyone there, most likely. Ain’t no way Mickey is gonna find you here.”

  I leant back in my chair and closed my eyes, relaxing into the passenger seat. It felt good to be away from town, and the danger seemed a little more distant.

  Danny pulled the car into the parking lot of a rundown motel.

  “We’re here,” he said, stopping the car.

  A row of tired rooms was arrayed in front of us. The sun reflected off the windows, dazzling my eyes.

  “Your room’s the one in front of us. I got some food in there for you, some water, snacks. Six pack of beers too, in the fridge.” He looked around at the two other cars in the lot. He pointed to one, a few spaces down from ours.

  “See that car. That’s Al’s. Me and Al go way back. Hell, we went through the academy with Charlie. He’s solid, ain’t never taken a bribe. Nothing more he likes than locking up scumbags. He’s gonna sit there, in his car, until I call him. He’s got a few days of food and fuel, and he’s gonna keep you safe. You get any trouble, you scream or run to his car.”

  Danny wiped a hand over his face, eyes narrow as he spoke quickly.

  “I gotta get back home. Marlene ain’t well, and the four kids are restless. She’ll never forgive me if I stay here.” He shook his head.

  “That’s ok, Danny. You got me here, safe. Call me if anything happens, OK?” I said, tapping him on the shoulder in thanks. He passed me a key for the room.

  “OK. Now go relax, watch some movies. Have a few beers. Won’t be long before you’re back home, curled up with Charlie. Or whatever it is you two get up to.” He grunted a laugh as I left the car.

  I walked quickly to the door of my room, waving at Danny as he reversed, car heading off on the road back to town.

  Sighing, I entered the room. It was drab and tired, and needed a little love. But it was quite spacious, large double bed in the middle to the right. Big fairly modern looking flat screen TV opposite. A few bags sat on the table to the side of the TV, next to a large fridge.

  I opened the fridge, studying the contents
. I smiled at the pack of beers Danny had left for me.

  The shower was big, and decent enough though a little dirty.

  Well, I guess this is my home for a little while. Better get comfy and try to relax I guess.

  I looked longingly at the large, sturdy bed in front of me.

  If only Charlie was with me. I’m sure we could have some fun right here. A few days would fly by in an instant...

  I dozed on the bed for a few hours after watching a film and having some of the food Danny had left for me. I rose to grab a cold beer from the fridge.

  I felt safe enough, but homesick. And I was desperately missing Charlie’s presence, even though we’d only been together for less than a day. I longed for him, and could think of little else. The quiet, dull motel room wasn’t helping. My mind swam in a tired haze, imagining our possible future together.

  Gunshots suddenly rang out in the parking lot. My stomach clenched with fear. I heard shouting from a few voices, one screaming in panic. More gunshots rang out, from what sounded like an exchange between three or four people. The shots ceased after a brief moment.

  Heavy boots approached my motel room door. I stood still, frozen in fear. I didn’t know what to think, I’d assumed without doubt that I was safe here, and wondered how Mickey had found me.

  Well, it isn’t gonna be anyone else. I’m in trouble.

  I grabbed my cell with a shaky hand, dialling Charlie’s number as quickly as possible. It was answered after ringing for only a second. Charlie’s voice calmed me somewhat, urgent and panicked.

  “Abi! Mickey knows where you are, he...”

  “He’s here, Charlie! Help me! Where’s Danny? What happened?” I spoke quickly, knowing I didn’t have long.

  “Fuck. He beat Danny up bad. Real bad, threatened his family. Danny’s probably on his way to hospital by now. He’s in a bad shape but I’m sure he’ll make it. I’ll be there soon, babe. Hold on!”

  I held the phone away from my ear as someone banged loudly on the door. Three slow, ominous knocks.

  Knock... knock... knock.

  “Charlie, I’ll be ok. Get here as soon as you can. I... I love you.” I clicked the phone off, wondering at how I had time to feel sheepish about telling Charlie I loved him after only knowing him for a week.

  But it was true. I’d fallen for him already. He just needs to save me from Mickey one last time, and I’ll show him...

  The door was smashed open suddenly, wood splintering with a crunch as it flew inwards, flimsy wood no match for Mickey’s huge frame.

  Four figures stood at the door. Mickey, and three of his trusted, I presumed. One was holding his gut, leaning to one side, blood pouring down a white vest. A grim, pale face stared at me meanly. The other two of his goons were unharmed, arms crossed against huge, fat chests.

  Mickey grunted as he saw me.

  “Abi. We need to talk, you and me...”

  Charlie

  I’D RETURNED TO MY apartment after my meeting with the Lieutenant, resisting the urge to visit Abi. Home, but somehow... not. I frowned as I’d looked around the small space I’d called home for a few years now. The area seemed empty, colourless. Something was missing.

  Or someone. Abi.

  I sighed deeply, throwing my clothes off casually, walking naked across the kitchen to the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. I stretched my muscles, rolling my shoulders and loosening my neck muscles. I was tired, but felt good. I felt alive, strong. Like a man.

  Abi entered my mind once again as I stood naked at the large window, staring out over the town below me. Cool air brushed my naked skin, invigorating me. I imagined the look on Abi’s face as we’d had sex, contorting with pleasure as she reached orgasm. I sighed with longing.

  I looked down to find myself slightly aroused, and tried to shake the thoughts of sex from my mind. Which was difficult.

  But I’ll see Abi tomorrow or Monday. Plenty of time for that later.

  My face hardened as I thought of the task ahead of me. Taking down a big meth operation single handed. Sure, I had all the good cops in the department at my disposal with one quick call to the Lieutenant. He’d told me he’d be by the phone, ready. Bullet proof vest on, gun loaded. He said if I needed immediate backup that he’d be there himself in less than five minutes.

  One last hurrah, he’d said. But I’m gonna try my best to do this one on my own. Now it’s personal. No one fucks with Charlie Storm, takes him for a fool.

  I finished my water and headed for the shower. I had a quick workout as I waited for the water to heat up and the room to steam up. I washed quickly and headed to bed, deciding to get an early night. Or try to at least.

  I DIDN’T SLEEP MUCH. Not with everything swimming around in my mind. My intelligence was a burden sometimes, and it was often impossible to switch my brain off.

  Well, apart from when I was with Abi, lying there contentedly after passionate sex. That seemed to do the job quite nicely...

  I rose from bed, restless, and quickly ate breakfast after doing some pushups. Powerful muscles lifted my torso up and down easily, and I lost count of how many I’d done. Breakfast was washed down with a strong, black coffee.

  My morning ritual complete, I dressed and started to prepare for the long day ahead of me. I pulled on some boxer shorts, and a tight white vest. I adjusted myself in the tight boxers, putting myself into a comfortable position. Satisfied, I headed to my wardrobe and grabbed my police issue bullet proof vest and put it on over my vest, slapping down the velcro and adjusting the tight fabric.

  Ain’t never been shot, but not gonna take any risks today. Never know when your lucks gonna run out...

  I was incredibly lucky in general, and mainly attributed it to my lack of fear, instinct and quick thinking. People sometimes attributed bad luck to their own hesitation and subconscious doubts. Traits I had never before experienced.

  I twisted in front of my full length mirror to ensure my vest was covering my back properly. Then I dressed in jeans, socks and my snakeskin boots. I put on a stiff, starchy white shirt, buttoning the shirt up to cover my vest. My outfit was completed with my leather trench coat, and I rolled my shoulders forward as I donned the jacket, and turned the collar up.

  Well, now I look the part, at least.

  I headed to the kitchen and reloaded the clips of my guns that were sitting on the dining table. I took a box of bullets from a drawer and filled a spare clip for each, clicking the bullets into place deftly.

  I checked the action of both pistols, clicking a bullet into the receiver, unloading the clip, clicking the bullet out and catching it as it was flung from the side of the pistol. All completed in one swift movement.

  Satisfied both pistols were working, I clicked the ejected bullets back into both clips and loaded the guns, holstering one at my hip and putting the smaller of the two into my trench coat’s inside pocket, safeties on.

  The Lieutenant had warned me to be cautious, to wait for backup if necessary. But I had other ideas.

  My first step was going to be to get to the place. I’d already checked an online map and had visualised its location, the large blue building etched into my memory. There were two main approaches, the large building stretching between two roads on the industrial estate. From what I’d seen as well there was a narrow alleyway that snaked away from the building to the west, running along a large portion of the wall.

  That’s my escape if I need to get the hell out of there. I should probably leave my car near the exit if possible.

  The plan was to watch the building for a while from a distance, using my police issue binoculars to spot any signs of activity. Then make a decision based on what I saw. I found I was good at making decisions under pressure, and trusted my instincts to see me through the encounter.

  I grabbed my binoculars and black, thick rimmed sunglasses as I headed for the door, car keys jingling in my hand as I left the apartment.

  A short while later I was in the car, driving casually tow
ard the industrial area of town. I approached my destination from the east knowing where I could park my car just outside of the sight lines of the building. I’d seen what looked like CCTV cameras on the grainy image I’d inspected earlier.

  I would be far enough away that my car would likely be a dark blur on the edge of a small screen somewhere in the dingy building. Only a super paranoid, criminal mastermind would think it suspicious, let alone notice me arriving in the first place.

  I pulled up just down the road from the building on the opposite sidewalk. A long, study looking chain link fence ran perpendicular from me over to the road on the opposite side of the building. There was no gate on this side of the fence, and barbed wire ran thick across the top. Only wire cutters or excellent skill in acrobatics would allow entry from this side, neither of which I had.

  A fence ran the same route on the opposite side of the building, and there was a large, chained and padlocked gate leading to the alley I’d spotted on the map.

  The front of the building was open to the road, a large, empty parking lot stretching from the building all the walk to the sidewalk. A narrow alleyway surrounded the remaining three sides of the building.

  I clicked my seat back in the car, obscured in gloom behind dark windows, sitting in the shade of a large, solid building adjacent to where I’d parked. I shuffled in the leather of my chair, settling down to a long stakeout.

  I decided to watch the place for a few hours at least, biding my time until I saw something of interest. Nothing happened for a very long time. No movement, no comings or goings. The large door I could see at the front of the building didn’t open once. The only sign of activity was the steady, slow rise of steam from a large, metal chimney at the top of the flat roof.

  Then I saw a car approaching slowly from down the road ahead of me. A nondescript, grey sedan. It pulled up lazily in front of the building, and a large, bald, older man got out. He looked around quickly, eyes resting on my car for a brief second, before heading to the metal front door of the warehouse.