Deceptive Nights
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“I’m not your lover boy, Phoebe, but you can bet your pretty ass I’m going to take care of you,” Simon sneered, placing a silencer over the end of the gun and aiming it back at her.
“You really plan on killing me and getting away with it, Simon?” she asked, trying to remain calm and reasonable. “You are already going in for embezzlement. Murder will certainly get you life.”
“Shut up!” he screamed. “I’m going to make sure no one knows I was here. No one's seen me and no one will ever know.”
“You don’t think they’re going to suspect you?” she asked.
Footsteps could be heard coming to the doorway and Simon moved around her and held the gun at her temple. Jacoby appeared in the doorway with a look of disbelief on his face.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” he asked, looking directly at Phoebe as the door closed behind him. He didn’t sound as upset as she felt he should be. Matter of fact, he almost sounded as if he were about to laugh. “Should I be worried you’re going to drive me insane like all these nut cases you seem to attract?”
Phoebe chortled in incredulity. “You have got to be joking. You think I do this to them?”
“Two in one month, woman, I have to wonder.”
“Shut up!” Simon ordered. “I have the gun and you need to hush up before any one else comes this way.”
“Does he really plan on using that thing on anyone?” Jacoby asked Phoebe.
“He says he is, but I told him what the consequences were. He told me to shut up.”
“Quit talking to me like I’m not here!” Simon exclaimed.
“Okay,” Jacoby said through gritted teeth. “What were your plans now that you have both of us?”
Simon looked very unsure of himself.
Suddenly, the pounding at the door startled all of them, especially Phoebe who thought the gun had went off against her skull. When she opened her eyes to see Jacoby still standing in front of her and she didn’t see her brains on the wall, she loosened up a little bit.
“Dammit Jacoby, I know you’re in there and you might as well put your clothes back on. You are not about to make me late getting married for your erotic insatiable needs!” Desmond yelled on the other side of the door.
“Do I answer him?” Jacoby asked.
“Why are you asking me?” Simon asked.
“Because you have the gun, asshole.”
“Tell him not to come in,” Simon ordered now very nervous.
Phoebe knew she would have a headache come morning from how hard Simon was pressing the end of the gun into her temple - if she made it to morning.
“Don’t come in,” Jacoby called out, but he knew Desmond would not listen.
The door slammed opened hard. Desmond and Thaddeus were crowding the doorway as if they were coming to save her.
“Who the hell is that?” Thaddeus asked.
Phoebe could feel Simon shaking in fear.
“Simon?” Desmond asked assessing the situation. “What the hell are you doing with that gun?”
“Didn’t I say don’t come in?” Jacoby asked.
“When do I ever listen to you?” Desmond asked.
“Is he going to use that thing?” Thaddeus asked.
Everyone looked at Simon, except for Phoebe who was in the grip of fear. It seemed the more men that showed up at the doorway the more nervous Simon became and she was terrified that he would really find the balls to pull the trigger.
“There’s no way you can kill us all, Simon,” Jacoby said calmly. “Just put the gun down and I will allow you to walk out of here on your own two feet, but I won’t promise I won’t beat the shit out your face.”
“I’m damned if I do or don’t, right pretty boy?” Simon asked. “I know what you’re thinking. I’ll kill her if you touch me.”
“I’ll touch you worse if you kill her,” Jacoby promised.
“Could we hurry this thing up?” Lawrence asked now at the doorway.
“He is right,” Desmond said. “I would like to get married sometime today.”
“This bitch isn’t going to send me back to jail!” Simon said frantically. “I’m not going back there.”
Jacoby took off his jacket saying, “Why don’t I send you to hell, so you won’t have to worry about jail?”
Phoebe could see he was starting to get very angry and knew then Jacoby had never really been upset with her because she had never seen him with this frightening murderous glaze in his eyes. A man his size should always have full control of his own strength and emotions, but right now, Jacoby’s control was slowly slipping away. If Simon didn’t do something fast, Jacoby had intentions of taking it all in hand. Phoebe just prayed she would live through it all, so she could hit Jacoby for scaring her like this.
“I’ve got an even better idea,” Lawrence said, coming in standing next to Jacoby. “Simon, why don’t you kill Jacoby for me?”
“You’d like that you son of a bitch, wouldn’t you?” Jacoby sneered, now looking at Lawrence.
“Hell yes, because until the day I die, I will always know Phoebe didn’t give a flying fig about her feelings for you until I stepped into her picture.”
“And I’m suppose to show you some gratitude?” Jacoby asked in abhorrence. “You’ve got nerve, you son of a bitch?”
Lawrence swung at Jacoby, but Jacoby ducked his fist and delivered two jabs to Lawrence’s stomach.
Simon screeched in madness and turned the gun away from Phoebe’s head to aim at Jacoby. Jacoby’s movement was like thunder striking, as he was close enough to grab Simon’s arm and aimed the gun up at the ceiling at the same time it went off. The bullet hit somewhere above the doorway of the room as Jacoby’s rock hard fist struck Simon’s face dead center, and Jacoby’s other fist slammed into Simon’s chest knocking the breath out the smaller man. Simon fell to the ground, along with the gun.
Phoebe only stood there shivering in fear, eyes as wide as saucers not believing she was still alive. She was still frozen in fear as Thaddeus used a handkerchief to pick up the gun and left out to call the police, while Desmond and Lawrence dragged Simon’s unconscious body out the room.
“Thanks for the distraction, Lawrence,” Jacoby said gratefully.
“You didn’t have to fucking hit me so hard and twice.”
“Yes, I did because I’d probably killed Simon if I hadn’t expended the energy on you.”
Lawrence’s eyes narrowed to slits. “Glad I could be so fucking helpful.”
Laughing in relief, Jacoby turned to Phoebe to see that she was still standing there gripped in fear. Immediately he moved to her and held her. As his large arms wrapped around her, she collapsed against him weeping almost hysterically.
He whispered comforting words to her until she calmed down. Jacoby lightly planted kisses on her tear stained cheek and neck. Phoebe started to forget her near death experience as she became aroused to his kisses.
Desmond cleared his voice at the doorway. “The police are here. They said they can wait until after the ceremony to ask questions. Is that okay?”
Phoebe drew partially away from Jacoby blushing hard. “That’s fine.”
“I’ll give you a minute to gather yourself and then we’ll start,” Desmond said. “Did you hear me, Jacoby, I said a minute?”
“I heard you,” Jacoby growled, turning around to face Desmond. “I can tell time.”
“I know how you are,” Desmond said suspiciously.
“Then it won’t surprise you when I do this,” Jacoby said, slamming the door and locking it.
Phoebe giggled as Jacoby drew her in his arms again kissing her amorously.
“He’s going to be highly upset. The wedding, Jacoby!” she insisted as he buried his lips in her neck.
“He said a minute,” Jacoby said moving her dress up way past her hips. “I’ll just blame you when it’s all over.”
“Why me?” she asked.
“Because you know I can’t get enough of you, April.”
> She laughed, remembering the name she had given him that first night.
His mouth encompassed hers, making her breathless and filled with a wantonness to have him as much as he wanted her.
“Say it, Phoebe. Let me hear those sweet words, please,” he begged in her ear.
“I love you, Jacoby. I love you so much.”
He groaned in mercy as he moved to his knees and Phoebe’s back pressed against the door.
Before Phoebe could protest again, Jacoby was sending her into the heavens with his wonderful mouth, as they both ignored the incessant knocking Desmond was doing on the other side of the door.
THE END
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