Anything For Family

by Lola StVil

  After we are settled in, we go for a walk. The sky is dark and angry as we head towards the lake in comfortable silence; I catch her stealing glances at me as we walk along the water holding hands. There’s a lot on her mind I can tell—this is the quietest she’s been since I met her; she needs this.

  We stop to watch the clouds roll in over the lake, and I smile at her. I see her breath catch in her throat. She asks why I am smiling, and I tell her we should head back before the storm sets in and I ruin my hairdo.

  She sets her jaw playfully pouting at me, and I shrug and tell her that I know women. We walk back toward the cabin with a little light banter. When we hear what sounds like an explosion, I smile at her and tell her we need to run to beat the rain. We start sprinting; she is ahead of me as the cold rain starts beating down around us. The angry drops hit our bodies ferociously, punishing our clothes as they stick to us.

  Now it’s my turn for my breath to catch. As we reach the steps to the porch, I notice the rain drenches Shelby’s hair, leaving it hanging like a dark river cascading around her face. Most of her makeup has washed away, giving her face an all-natural glow. Her dress is soaked, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her nipples are hard and standing at attention. Her dress clings to her ripe, firm ass that reminds me of plums—sweet, juicy, dark, succulent plums. I swallow a hungry, animal-like growl and try to stay on task. We get to the door, and I try to open it; it’s locked.

  “So get the key, Agent Hunter,” she says from between chattering teeth.

  “Yeah, about that…” I laugh.

  “You didn’t…”

  “Yeah, guess I locked us out.”

  “Okay, well, how are we going to stay warm? I’m freezing!”

  “I can think of one way…”

  I pull her into me and fervently kiss her, demanding more of her mouth. I was already hard from the peep show I was getting, but now as I taste her lips, I’m hard as stone. She moans softly as she gives in to me. She kisses me like she can’t get enough. She grasps my waistband and undoes my pants.

  I slide my hand up her dress and caress her pulsating center. She is soaked, and this time it’s not from the rain.

  “Oh god, baby; I need you right now.”

  We should care that we’re out in public, but we don’t. It’s a dense forest, and it’s raining hard as hell, there’s no one here. And well, even if there was, this shit is happening regardless.

  I slide her panties off and cup her ass, picking her up and pinning her against the wall. The rain beats down on us as I thrust deeper and deeper into her. She cries out my name, and I need to get her dress off. I drag her dress down her torso and past her hips. I flick her bra off in one motion. She kisses me passionately as I cup her breast in one hand, massaging gently, playing with her clit with the other. She cries out with lust and demands more of me. I split her legs open and have her wrap them around my waist. She latches on and bites down on my shoulder, which causes me to jerk deeper inside her.

  I can barely stand she feels so good. I sit against the railing, pulling her down on top of me and smile at her greedily.

  “My turn,” she says while returning my smile.

  She puts her hands on either side of my hips and does a handstand, slipping my cock in her mouth and massaging it with her tongue.

  Really?! A fucking handstand? This girl is a fucking show-off, and I love her!

  I put my hand in her hair as she moves her head side to side and up and down all while maintaining perfect balance. Careful not to throw her off, I lift my head and flick her clit that she strategically placed right in front of my face. I grab her thighs and greedily drink everything she has to offer while she milks me with her tongue.

  When I feel her arms starting to give out, I let her go as she flips her body over and hops onto my cock and starts to ride us both into a trance as the rain beats down around us. I pop her nipple into my mouth and gently bite down on it. She throws her head back in pleasure as she allows her body to buck and writhe on my cock. Her walls close up around me, and I curse out loud. As we both head over the edge, the thunder cracks loudly above us with approval, and we hear a buzz. Not sure if it’s the weather or us. We finish together, and she slides off me, shivering for a whole new reason now.

  She smiles and asks, “What now?”

  I get up and walk around the side of the house to the brush and reach deep underneath, almost to the house. I pull out a giant rock and smash it, revealing the spare key. When I walk back around, Shelby has her hands on her hips.

  “How long was that there?” she asks.

  I smirk at her. “Oops.”

  She shakes her head in disapproval as I unlock the door. “You are so bad, Agent Hunter.”

  “I’m not responsible for my actions when it comes to your body. You know what you do to me.” I wink suggestively. She wants to be upset with me, but she can’t help but smile.

  “You are shameless,” she says as we walk inside the cabin. She goes on about us needing to shower and clean up. But that whole time I’m thinking:

  I can’t wait for us to get dirty again.

  The driver pulls up to the curb and then comes around to open my door. I step out and stand in front of my former home, the most beautiful, lavish prison that ever existed. I can see why everyone in our circle thought our lives were perfect. It looked so very shiny. The mansion has a large, circular driveway, a pristine lawn that could double as a football field, and round-the-clock staff. It was hell.

  I start to feel nauseous as soon as I stand before the great pillars on either side of the door. My heart is racing, and I’m about to break out into a cold sweat. I remind myself that I am not alone in this. I have a whole team that’s looking out for me. What’s even more important, Gage is looking out for me. He won’t let anything happen to me. Yes, I’m scared to death but this moment isn’t just about me. If I can get that flash drive, it will end up saving lives.

  Okay, Shelby, let’s do this.

  I ring the doorbell, and the staff opens up for me. These people are new; I have never seen them before. I introduce myself, and they tell me to enter. I smile and make my way through the doorway. I look around the foyer so that the team has a good idea about the layout of the house as they view the feed from my pin. Roger is keeping me waiting. That’s because he enjoys having the control.

  “Hello, Shelly,” he says as he makes his way down the steps. I spent so much time trying to forget his face and his voice; it’s jarring to see and hear him now. He’s an older man with salt-and-pepper hair. He’s in good shape for his age and is about five seven. He likes to tell people he’s five nine, but that’s just an ego thing with him.

  He smiles. His voice is soothing and calm. But don’t I know better than to be taken in by that. Roger could be laughing and having a good time one minute and then turn around and slap the shit out of me for no reason other than his mood shifted. I lived in constant fear that his mood would shift and I’d end up in the hospital. It could be for something as small as spilling coffee on the counter. I was at his mercy in every way.

  You’re not there anymore. This isn’t your home. Now focus and get this done.

  “Hello, Roger,” I reply, somehow able to keep down the bile.

  “Don’t just stand there, come say hello to Daddy. In the proper way,” he says, signaling that I walk up to him.

  God, I hate this man. I hate this man.

  I walk up to him, and we embrace. I feel his hands on my lower back, pulling me in, and he wraps himself around me like a poisonous octopus. I want to chop his fucking hands off. Everything in me wants to repel him, but I fight against it.

  “I’m surprised you finally agreed to meet me. I could have sworn you hated me,” he says in a pleasant voice.

  “No, not at all. I am upset with the way you treated me, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you and want us to work on this,” I reply.

  “Come; shall we go into the great room?”

  “Certa
inly,” I reply as we make our way into a large, well-decorated living space. He pours us a drink and tells me to have a seat next to him. I do as he says, but I don’t drink the wine. I’m way too wired.

  “Now, when you say you have an issue with the way I treated you, that hurts my heart, Shelly. You know I’ve always been good to you. Your family was poor; I took you in. Made sure you remained among the high class. I bought you whatever you desired, and I spared no expense when it came to you. And how do you repay me? You run off like some tormented, ungrateful, silly little slave.”

  I grit my teeth. He’s trying to bait me, but I know better.

  “You hurt me, Roger; you know that,” I reply softly.

  “Come now, do you mean the little love taps I give you when you’re not behaving?”

  “You fractured my arm. You—”

  “Okay, okay. Maybe I went a little too far. But I think we both can agree that you deserved it. Now, isn’t that so?”

  I inhale and exhale slowly as he watches me.

  “Let’s just say we were both out of line,” I reply.

  He laughs. It cuts through me like a heated blade slicing through butter. God, I hate this man.

  “So why are we here, Shelly? I thought I was the boogeyman. Why have you come to see me?”

  “I don’t want us to give up—I think maybe we could try counseling or something. I just want us to try again.”

  “Bullshit! You came because you realized that no one else was going to spoil you the way I have. You came because that bitch lawyer told you that you could walk away from this with nothing! And lastly, you came because you are just now realizing that I’m a fucking saint for putting up with you. No one else would do that. Now you know what I have always known—you need me. Isn’t that right?”

  I nod. He beams with delight. I know he won’t let it go at that.

  “I need to hear you say it out loud—say you need me.”

  “Roger…I need you.”

  He laughs and reaches over to kiss me. It’s not just the kiss I fear; I know that Gage is listening to every word and watching. If Roger so much as touches me, Gage is coming in, and while it would be a relief, it would also mean the mission is over. I pull away.

  “Is there a problem?” he asks coldly.

  “It’s been hard living without the comforts you’ve provided for me. I want to come back and have all this again, but first, before I kiss you, I need to know that you will take me back.”

  “I suppose so. Yes, I am willing to take you back provided you be a good little girl and do what I say when I say it.”

  “Yes, I’m willing to do that. Just please don’t leave me out there in the world. I’m out of money; I don’t have anything or anyone.”

  “Well, once again I will have to come to your rescue. But don’t think for a second you won’t pay for taking off. In fact, you will pay dearly. Here are my terms: You are no longer permitted to leave the house without one of my guards watching you. You aren’t permitted Internet access without my express permission, and if you so much as glance towards the exit to take off again, I will kill you. Do you understand?”

  I feel tears come to my eyes, and I push them away. “Yes, Roger. I understand.”

  “Good. I guess this is now a celebration.” He grins.

  “Yes, I’m glad we’re home—together. Can we celebrate with something nice? Isn’t there a nice bottle in the cellar we could use to honor this occasion?”

  He thinks for a moment and then smiles. “Why yes, there’s a lovely bottle down there I think would do the trick. Excuse me for a moment; I’ll be right back. And when I come back, we will get to that kiss,” he says as he takes off and heads down to the basement.

  The moment he’s gone, I rush into his office and close the door. He’s moved things around, so I have to get oriented all over again. It doesn’t take long. The safe is hidden behind a wall that can only be accessed by pulling out one of the books on his shelf. I pray to God he didn’t change the book that holds the key to opening the fake wall. He didn’t. I press down on the book—The Art of War. And the wall splits open revealing the safe.

  I hear something.

  Shit.

  I stop and look behind me; it’s nothing.

  Keep going, woman!

  I take the thumb Bot made for me out of my handbag, and a sound goes off. Shit! I jump out of my skin, causing the thumb to slip out of my hand. It rolls under his heavy oak desk. I scold myself for being so damn scared. It’s only the grandfather clock. How could I forget? That damn thing rings every hour.

  Never mind that, go get the damn thumb!

  I rush over to the desk, get on my hands and knees, and reach for it. It’s just out of reach.

  Come on, come on, you stupid sex thumb!

  GOT IT!

  I run back to the safe and use the thumb. It works. Thank you, God. I take the pin off me and place it on the digital surface of the safe. There are bright red numbers spinning on the panel of the safe. It has a five-digit code. So far, two numbers have been unlocked.

  Hurry!

  Third number unlocks.

  My heart is now in my throat. I taste metal in the back of my mouth. Every cell in my body is on edge.

  Fourth number unlocks.

  HURRYHURRYHURRY!

  Fifth number unlocks.

  Yes!

  I open the safe.

  “You ungrateful little whore!”

  I turn, and standing directly behind me is Roger; he’s holding a gun and points it at my face.

  “I knew it. You aren’t smart enough to try and get back with me. You never knew a good thing. That was your problem. I was your fucking savior, and yet you were too stupid to obey me. Then all of a sudden you want me back? Especially after you were seen whoring around with one of those macho Hunter dickheads?

  “I knew something was wrong. I felt it. CIA found me out. But I didn’t know you were helping them until I got the message saying you suddenly wanted me back. So, I moved everything to another location. And now you and I are going for a ride. And luckily for you, we have just enough time for me to teach you one more lesson,” he says as he yanks the pin off of the safe and crushes it under his shoe. The feed is dead. I am now alone with my nightmare.

  ***

  The moment the screen went black, my feet hit the pavement. Lawson is right behind me. He shouts that we need to find out if Price is the only one in there or if he has a crew hidden in the house. I don’t give a shit; I will gladly take them all out. I smash through the front door, taking it off its hinges.

  I get there just in time to see Price dragging Shelby off towards the back entrance. I race after them only to have three of Price’s armed men get in my way. And within seconds, we’re in a full-scale shoot-out. I shout at Lawson to take off and find Shelby, and he asks who will back me up.

  “I got these assholes. Go find Shelby!” I roar over the hail of bullets. He backs out and goes around the back of the house. The first guy is a good shooter—but I’m better. My bullet enters through his left eye and exits the back of his head. Two left to go. I take cover at the base of the stone statue near the entryway. The second guy repositions himself while the other guy covers him. This isn’t a good spot to take cover; I can’t stay here long.

  The second guy is unable to get a clean shot from behind the wet bar, so he comes out just enough to get a good line of sight. He shoots and misses me, but not by much. I can’t get a good shot at him without exposing myself. Then I remember who used to live here. My woman would never have a home without mirrors everywhere. I take a quick look and sure enough, just above the second shooter’s head is a large, heavy, decorative mirror. I wait for the second shooter to take another shot at me; that one gets even closer. When he retreats to reload, I stand up and blast the mirror above his head, creating an avalanche of glass. He takes cover, but it’s too late. I’m close enough to take him out.

  The last remaining guy gets the drop on me and looks pretty sm
ug as he points his Beretta in my face. I know that gun so well I could disarm it in my sleep. But where’s the fun in that?

  “Hey, Lawson, when you kill him, don’t get his blood on my shirt,” I inform the person behind the last shooter. He turns his head ever so slightly, only to learn that no one is behind him. He is distracted for only a fraction of a second; that’s all I need. I overpower him and send him face-first into the wall. He’s out cold.

  Shelby.

  I run to the back of the house. Lawson is on the ground bleeding, and there’s no sign of Shelby or Price. FUCK!

  I kneel over Lawson. I feel his pulse; he’s alive. Backup is running towards me right now but I don’t want to leave my partner with a bullet hole in his side.

  “Go get her, man. Go!” he says in a weak voice.

  “Okay, help’s coming,” I promise him as I take off my jacket and put it on his side to slow down the bleeding. When backup is close enough, I take off. I look around for a car that’s easy to boost but it appears I have a ride—Bot jumps the sidewalk, onto the property.

  “I placed a tracker on her heels. I know exactly where they are headed. Let’s go!”

  I get in thinking I will have to drive because Bot will be too slow, but I’m wrong. Bot drives like a fucking speed demon. But while he’s fast and takes risks, he’s also calculating and controlled. I turn towards him, shocked at his skills.

  “That’s right; I’m not just a pretty face,” he says.

  The car sways side to side due to the abrupt turns. We’re damn near on two tires at this point and yet Bot is in perfect control.