Four Reasons to Come

by Sarah J. Brooks

  “Ouch!” I let out as he pulled my arm.

  “Skinner,” Rudy said. “Try to be nice.”

  “Yes Sir,” Marcus said to Rudy.

  Marcus threw me into the room, and I fell against the old metal table that was in it. Marcus banged his hand hard against the metal desk, and it made a loud noise that echoed through the warehouse.

  “Skinner, that didn’t sound nice,” Rudy yelled from the other side of the warehouse.

  “Sorry, boss,” Marcus said.

  I just stayed there sitting on the floor up against the metal desk. I couldn’t move. My body was overcome with the fear and adrenaline of the situation, and I was just slightly relieved to be in a different room than Rudy.

  “I’m so sorry,” Marcus said. “It will be over soon, and I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” Marcus walked out of the room and shut the door behind him.

  I let my head lay up against the desk, and I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. I wanted to be in control of my body again. I just had to figure out a way to get control over the fear that pulsed through me. I needed to relax.

  Rudy and his group of workers stayed out in the main warehouse for another thirty minutes or so. Then I heard the crowd disperse and Rudy’s voice outside the door to the office I was in.

  “Can I trust you to watch over the girl and not kill her?” Rudy asked the man next to him.

  “I won’t kill her if she doesn’t try to escape,” Marcus said in response. “I don’t have to feed her, or anything like that, do I?”

  “That’s a good idea, actually; no, don’t feed her. She can drink water, and there’s a toilet over there, but that’s it. I’m going downstairs to talk with a few of these assholes and see if I can figure out who it might be. In the morning, I’ll bring a couple of them up, and you can help me give that sweet thing some pain and see if we can get a confession from someone.”

  “I’d love to help with the pain,” Marcus said. “Maybe even a quick poke if you know what I mean.” Marcus made a crude hip thrusting action.

  His voice sounded different, and he actually seemed like he enjoyed inflicting pain. I had chills as he said it. Marcus was very convincing as the right-hand man to Rudy; I could see why he was able to get so far in Rudy’s organization.

  “OK, but leave the girl alone tonight. No torture until morning, and no fucking her, understood?” Rudy said firmly.

  “Yes, sir.”

  I sat there and anticipated Marcus coming through the door as I heard Rudy walk away. Any second Marcus would come in and help me escape. I looked at the door intently as I waited for him. My mind raced with thoughts of how Marcus and I could make our escape without being heard.

  We could climb out the window and make our way down a drain pipe, or maybe sneak quietly down the stairwell and make a run for it. I thought about every mob movie I had ever seen and how people escaped from their murderers. Surely, Marcus and I could make a swift escape.

  After a few minutes, it became apparent that Marcus did not intend to come into the office at all. I saw him pull a chair close to the office door, and he sat down. I didn’t want to yell at him or say anything for fear that there was someone else out there with him. The door was closed so I couldn’t see what was going on. For all I knew, there could have been other people still out in that room with him.

  As the night wore on, I could feel myself as I became extremely tired and finally grabbed a work coat that was on a nearby chair and used it to curl up on the floor and go to sleep. My body was exhausted from the fear and stress of the day. I felt my eyes as they got heavy, and I closed them in hopes that I could get some sleep.

  I took a couple deep breaths and said a little prayer that everything would work out alright in the morning. I didn’t want Marcus or any of his men to get shot, and I certainly didn’t want to be tortured by Marcus or anyone else on Rudy’s team of killers.

  I hoped that Marcus would find a way to save me, and we would both make it out of the situation unharmed.

  “Are you alright?” Marcus said in my ear quietly.

  I opened my eyes to find Marcus kneeled down next to me on the floor. I sat up quickly and looked at him. He held a finger to his lips in a motion to be quiet.

  “I’m fine,” I whispered. “Where is everyone?”

  “They are all downstairs.”

  “Can we get out of here?” I said, desperate to leave that warehouse and get to safety.

  I sat up and started to stand, but Marcus put his hand on my leg and held me in place.

  “Not yet. We have to wait until morning for backup to arrive.”

  I felt my heart sink at his words. My whole hope had been on him to rescue me. The idea of sticking around all night long and waiting to be tortured in the morning did not sit well with me. We had to leave, we had to get out of the building before Rudy and his men woke up and started to torture me, or kill people. Didn’t Marcus understand the gravity of the situation? Surely he knew this could all end very badly for me.

  “We could just sneak out now,” I said hopefully. “Get Zed and the other guys. We can make a run for it.”

  “Babe, we can’t. I have three guys in the group downstairs, and I’ve worked for years to catch Rudy. This has to end with him in jail, and I’m going to be the person responsible.”

  I nodded my head in understanding as I looked at Marcus. He seemed intent on staying for the night, and I couldn’t argue. I didn’t have enough energy to move on my own, so I was going to be at his mercy. I had to trust that he knew what he was doing.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked as he handed me a sandwich.

  I looked around to see if anyone was coming since I had heard Rudy tell him not to give me anything to eat.

  “Don’t worry, I checked. Everyone is asleep downstairs, even Rudy.”

  I ate the sandwich quickly and then drank the bottle of water that Marcus gave me. I was starving, and it felt great to get some food. Marcus took me to use the restroom, and I splashed some water on my face, but I still felt horrible.

  “So what’s the plan?” I asked Marcus as I finished drinking.

  “Well, there is a large swat team of people coming to raid this place in a couple hours. They should get here just before dawn, so we just have to tough it out and sit quietly for a couple hours. Should be easy, everyone is asleep, and the raid will wake them up, and Rudy can be taken into custody before he knows what happened.”

  Marcus seemed so calm and at ease about the situation. It was hard for me to fathom being able to control my body and calm myself as well as he could.

  I leaned in and let my head rest against his chest. I felt safe there. At that moment, with his arms wrapped around me, I felt safe. Even though there were dozens of people just a few hundred yards away that would easily kill us both, in that room, and at that moment, I felt safe.

  Marcus moved to sit down next to me and pulled me up next to him. He looked at my arm which was black and blue from him dragging me into the room earlier. His lips moved down and kissed the bruise.

  I could tell he felt horrible about it as his lips gently moved across my skin. I wanted to tell him it was alright; I wanted to tell him I understood he had to play the role that Rudy expected from him. Instead, I leaned down and grabbed his chin and pulled it up to meet my lips.

  Our lips moved together in passion, and I let my hands hold onto the scruff of his beard.

  Marcus grabbed my hips and placed me on his lap. One leg sat on each side of him as I straddled his hard body. I felt at home next to him. It had only been a few short months before that I had been overwhelmed by the wealth of muscles he had. Now, I felt more comfortable there in his lap than anywhere else in the room.

  My hands moved down to stroke his chest as we continued to move our mouths in unison. His soft lips were such a contrast to the rough fir of his beard. I felt my body reacting to the passion in his hands as they moved up and down my back.

  His long fingers cupped my
ass in his hand as he played with my jean shorts. I felt his hands go up my back and then try to slide down the back of my shorts, but their tightness prevented him.

  I continued to enjoy his tongue as his hands made their way around to the front of my shorts and unbuttoned them. Then I felt him unbutton his own pants and heard the zipper as he lowered it.

  My lips separated from his as I stood up, took off my shorts, and watched as he pulled his throbbing cock out of his pants and pushed them down to his knees. I couldn’t help licking my lips as I looked at his pulsing organ and his desire for me.

  With my legs on either side of him, I lowered my body over him and let my lips meet his again as I continued to lower onto his throbbing cock. A moan left my mouth as he filled me up completely, and I moved slowly against him.

  His hands returned to my ass and spread my cheeks as he played with me and forced me to rock back and forth on his cock as I bounced up and down. The intensity of his body as it pressed inside of me felt like heaven.

  The adrenaline was rushing through us, and the release of tension was all I could think about. If I couldn’t leave that room, at least I could feel Marcus and me together. At least it would help calm me so I could make it through the night.

  We were quiet, making sure not to moan or make noises as much as possible. The silence was erotic and drove me to pay close attention to my body and how it pressed up against his. I felt everything differently, more intensely than I had ever felt before.

  Soon I felt his hands pressing my hips to move harder and faster against his body. He thrust his own hips into me as we continued to kiss each other.

  The kissing provided a way to muffle the low moans that left my body as I felt the buildup of excitement. As we moved harder and harder against each other, it became impossible for me to keep quiet. The pleasure was just too much.

  Marcus reached up and put his hand over my mouth as I continued to moan and thrust against his raging cock.

  Harder and faster we moved together until I thought for sure someone would hear us. My body shook with pleasure as one final thrust delivered by Marcus sent a surge of ecstasy through every last inch of me.

  It was unsafe to be there; it was dangerous to be fucking him, but it was the perfect moment.

  Chapter 26

  I fell asleep wrapped in Marcus’s arms and feeling safer than I had ever felt. But when I woke up, I certainly did not feel safe. There were loud popping noises going off downstairs, and I heard screams.

  There was gunfire downstairs, and Marcus opened the door to the office and stood there for a minute. He looked at me and then back at the stairwell across the warehouse.

  “Get under the desk and don’t come out,” Marcus said as he closed the door and sat back down in the chair outside of the office.

  For a minute, I thought it was already morning and the raid had started. But there had not been enough gunfire. Only a couple shots. I did as Marcus told me and went under the desk and waited.

  “Where is the girl?” Rudy yelled from across the warehouse as he came up the stairs.

  “In the office,” Marcus said calmly.

  “Get her.”

  “What’s up?” Marcus asked Rudy

  “I found the mole; I’m going to kill her now.”

  There was silence, and then I heard the door open. I stayed under the desk and tried not to move. I didn’t know how it would be possible to make it out of the situation alive. There was no sign of daylight outside yet, and I had no idea if the swat team would be able to get to us in time or not.

  “So no torture?” Marcus said as he opened the office door.

  “Naw, I killed that Ed kid after I found him trying to sneak out the back door. It had to of been him,” Rudy said.

  Marcus stayed at the entrance to the office but continued to talk to Rudy. I couldn’t believe Ed was dead. I thought he was the redheaded guy from Marcus’s team, but I wasn’t sure. Why would he have tried to sneak out? I thought, but then remembered that was exactly what I had tried to convince Marcus to help me do only a few hours before.

  “You think he was the only one?” Marcus said to Rudy.

  Rudy was silent for a long moment, obviously contemplating the situation. I didn’t know where Marcus was going with this, but it didn’t seem like a good idea to start giving Rudy the idea that there was more than one mole in his group.

  “Well anything is possible,” Rudy said. “Get the girl out here; I want to talk to her.”

  Marcus came into the room and walked over to the desk. He pulled the chair out and leaned down.

  “Get your sweet little ass out here,” he said.

  “Oh, she’s hiding under the desk? That’s smart.” Rudy laughed.

  “I know like we wouldn’t find her or something,” Marcus joined in with the laughter.

  It was creepy how quickly Marcus was able to change from the man I had started to love, into this crazy creep that worked for this guy, Rudy. I looked at the two of them as they laughed, and I walked out into the main room.

  “Alright sweet thing, was that kid Ed the man you know?” Rudy asked.

  I just looked at him and shook my head no. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do or say. Maybe I should have just said yes since Ed was dead now. Maybe I was right to say no? I had no idea. When I looked at Marcus, I didn’t see any response from him.

  In fact, when I looked at him, I didn’t really see Marcus at all. He had turned into Skinner and didn’t respond to me one bit. The way he held his body, even the way his eyes looked; Marcus did not look like the man I knew.

  “So you know someone else in my group then?” Rudy asked.

  Again I shook my head no.

  Rudy reached up, grabbed me by the throat, and pushed me up against the wall. It happened so quickly that I didn’t know what to do. My hands darted up to meet his, and I tried desperately to pull them away.

  “Listen here, bitch, I will kill you. Do you understand?” Rudy said as I nodded my head yes. “Now tell me who the fuck you know in the group.”

  “Maybe we should bring her downstairs so she can show us,” Marcus suggested.

  I nodded my head yes again.

  Marcus appeared so calm and withdrawn from the situation. He didn’t react to Rudy strangling me, and he didn’t even make a motion to come rescue me. It was disturbing.

  I didn’t know who I was going to show Rudy; I didn’t know what was next, but I did know that I needed his hand off of my throat.

  I felt the pressure on my windpipe, and I couldn’t inhale. The pain increased the longer his hand was wrapped around me, and I felt myself getting dizzy as I went longer and longer without oxygen.

  My eyes got bigger, and I looked from Rudy to Marcus and back again. Marcus looked calm and didn’t seem to care at all that I was in the midst of being killed by this man. He kept his cool and kept his attention on Rudy.

  “Yeah, let’s just bring her downstairs and let her point out the guy. I’m sure by this time she is ready to cooperate,” Marcus said as he inched closer to Rudy.

  I didn’t know if he had intended to actually do anything if Rudy continued to strangle me, but luckily, Rudy released me from his grip.

  My body collapsed to the ground, and I gulped in air as much as I could. I grasped onto my neck and felt the sharp pain that rushed through me as I tried to fill my lungs back up with the sweet oxygen that they had been deprived of.

  “You better not fuck with me bitch,” Rudy said as he walked toward the stairs at the other end of the warehouse second floor.

  I now knew why he was such a feared man. His kindness toward me at first had only been an act. That man was clearly willing to murder me without a second thought. I searched Marcus’s eyes for some sort of help or understanding as he grabbed me and pulled me to my feet.

  For a second, I thought I saw something, but then he turned back into Skinner and pulled me roughly toward the stairs.

  “We need to stall for about twenty more minu
tes, do the best you can. I promise I’ll keep you safe,” Marcus whispered as we moved down the stairs.

  There he was; there was the Marcus I knew. Now I just had to figure out how to stall a killer for twenty minutes.

  When we reached the bottom floor, no one was asleep anymore. I saw the body of Ed, and it was the redheaded guy who worked with Marcus. I wasn’t sure what his real name was, though, only that in this undercover job he had gone by Ed. His body was near the door, and it looked like he had a gunshot to his head. I looked away quickly. There was no time to be sad about his death—that would have to come later.

  “Line them up,” Rudy said to the man who stood next to Marcus.

  Everyone lined up quicker than I had hoped, and within a moment, they were ready for Rudy. Marcus still held onto me as Rudy moved toward the line of people.

  “This is over; I’m going to kill the girl if you don’t step forward,” Rudy said as he looked at the group of people.

  I saw Zed, and he looked at me and then at Marcus. I was so relieved that he wasn’t the one who had been shot. I didn’t know who the third guy was that Marcus said was undercover. I also didn’t know how on earth I could stall this situation at all.

  Marcus and the other guy who Rudy seemed to trust brought me up to the line of people and stood me next to Rudy.

  Rudy held onto me and Marcus, and the other guy let go and stepped back.

  I felt more unsafe than I ever had.

  Rudy clearly had no concern for my life at all; he didn’t care about me or anyone else in the room. He just didn’t want the mole to continue to feed information to the police.

  He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me down to the first person in the line. I still felt like I could hardly breathe. I sat dizzy and nauseated. Sweat was pouring from my brow, and I wiped it away while I looked at the man in front of me.

  “Do you know him?” Rudy asked.

  I shook my head no.

  We stepped to the next in line. He wasn’t wasting any time at all. I was terrified that this was going to go by so fast that whoever Marcus was waiting for wasn’t going to get there in time.