Blood for Blood

by Simon Smith-Wilson

  ‘Jasmine Murdock’s office, how can I...’

  Danny cut her off. ‘Elizabeth is death.’

  Fiona could feel her heart stop, but tried her best to act calm and casual.

  ‘T-that is unfortunate. What happened?’

  ‘You have company.’

  ‘I do.’

  ‘The bitch somehow got out of her chains. She has broken my fucking arm. My head is throbbing.’

  ‘I see.’

  ‘The plan is fucked.’

  ‘I realise that. Should I get you some assistance?’ Nervously, she glanced at the bodyguards. They were not showing the slightest interest in her phone conversation, but this didn’t do anything to calm her nerves.

  ‘No. I am going to see a doctor I know. He can patch me up. I have to think of a way to save this situation, but she has fucked up our plan. I wanted them dead. I wanted them all dead. Fuck it. I will call you later.’ And with that the phone line went dead.

  ***

  The flat top dolly was starting to resemble a mountain on wheels. River had filled it with all sorts of products from the depths of the long and dark stockroom. Years of experience had allowed him to get stacking various sizes of boxes into art. It was like one of the kid’s tower games, where a child had to remove the blocks from the tower without the whole thing coming down. River’s version was about a hundred times more complex. Blue ink was drawn across the last of the picking list he held in his hand. These products would fill the gaps in the tea, coffee and biscuits aisle, which contained some morning goods and cereal bars. Once upon a time they would do a gap scan with a handheld computer, which would submit that information into a computer and that would print out the picking list, but these days it was all done by hand. The person on the shop floor found the gaps and River were making sure that the shelves on the shop floor were full by locating the items down in the stockroom and sending them upstairs.

  ‘Hey,’ said Kerry, from behind.

  It was odd that one word could strike so much fear in his soul.

  River stood up straight and turned to face her.

  His heart was beating hard within his chest.

  His legs felt weak, his hands shaky.

  Was he frightened of her? Of course he was. She had the power to ruin his life.

  ‘Are you avoiding me?’

  ‘W-what do you mean?’ he stuttered a reply.

  ‘I thought so,’ she sighed, feigning hurt.

  ‘I’m sorry. It isn’t like that. I just, you know?’ River struggled to find the words.

  ‘You are having regrets?’

  ‘No. Well, yes. Well, no. I don’t know.’

  ‘You feel guilty?’ she asked again.

  ‘I do. I will not lie to you. Last night was amazing. It was incredible.’ She smiled a naughty smile at the memory of it. ‘I had such a great time and in a way I don’t regret what happened. I have never felt anything like last night before, but I am with Ariel. We have a daughter. I don’t know if I am going to be able to look her in the eye.’

  ‘You can’t even look me in the eye.’

  River hadn’t even noticed this small fact.

  He raised his eyes to hers.

  Kerry smiled.

  ‘Last night was fun,’ she told him. ‘I needed it. I have never had a man take me like you did. You were so powerful and so dominate. I loved every second of it. Feeling you inside me was the nicest thing in the world. I don’t want this to end, River.’

  ‘You don’t want this to end?’

  It was like a living nightmare.

  ‘I want to see you again.’

  River didn’t know what to do or say. He didn’t want to see her.

  He wanted to forget this whole situation.

  ‘I uh...’

  ‘I want you, River. I want to fuck you.’

  ‘Kerry.’

  She stepped forward and cupped his groin. He tried his best to stay good, but his body was betraying him. Hardness was nestling down between his thighs, how could it not? Kerry was incredibly sexy, and her body was ridiculous. Last night he did some very perverse and naughty things. They were the type of things men dream about, but never actually have the balls to do. He did them all to her, in one night. He loved Ariel, but the idea of being able to do it all again was very tempting.

  ‘Think about it. Okay? I want you, River.’

  Kerry released the bulge in his pants and walked away.

  River was left with sexual frustration and a surge of adrenaline.

  ***

  A small circular wooden table sat in the middle of the large kitchen. Ariel could see Alisha and Debby playing on the living room floor of the landlord’s apartment. Alisha looked so innocent and happy. Ariel wished her life could be that simple. It could never be like that again. The landlord placed a cup of tea on the table and sat down opposite her. Ariel could feel his eyes exploring her body already. The man was infatuated with her.

  ‘What made you come back?’ he asked.

  ‘I like you,’ admitted Ariel, ‘I hope we can still be friends.’

  ‘Do you think we can?’

  ‘Yes,’ she replied, with a beautiful smile.

  ‘What will your boyfriend say if he knew you were here?’

  Ariel sipped at her drink. ‘Let’s just keep our meetings to ourselves.’

  This time, it was his turn to smile.

  ‘What about your wife?’

  ‘What about her?’

  ‘What will she think about us?’

  ‘I couldn’t care. I don’t think she would notice. She is always out and about with her friends. She is nothing more than a trophy wife. I know it is wrong to admit such a thing, but I don’t love her. She is pretty. I pay for pretty much everything she wants in life and in return we have sex. I know for a fact she cheats on me. So, I don’t care. I like you, Ariel. You are nice to talk to; you are friendly and sweet. I just enjoy your company.’

  ‘And the fact I sucked your cock.’

  ‘I liked that part, too.’

  ‘It was quite delicious.’

  ‘I thought we were being good?’

  Ariel gave him a shrug of the shoulders.

  ‘I am trying my best, but I’m not sure how long it will last.’

  ‘I like the sound of that.’

  ***

  She paused in the stairwell, taking a breath. Kerry wiped away the tears from her eyes. She felt absolutely sick to her stomach. The reality of what she was doing was hitting her with the force of a hurricane. This had to be done, but what damage has she just done to River? He is a kind young man. She used drugs to get him into bed and now she is manipulating him for a promotion.

  ‘What have I done?’ she asked the world.

  It was too late to take any of it back now.

  This is the price for her plan.

  She just had to hope the self-hate didn’t consume her.

  ***

  ‘Do I have to go home?’ asked Samantha, as she sat next to Travis on the couch. He had managed to get his hands on a few of the Harry Potter DVD’s. Samantha had always loved those books, but she had never seen the films.

  Travis pressed pause on the movie.

  Anne and Hazel were out walking the dog so that Travis could get some alone time.

  ‘Don’t you want to?’

  ‘No,’ said Samantha, flatly.

  ‘I want you to stay here,’ replied Travis. He was jumping for joy internally.

  ‘Can I move my stuff in?’

  ‘Listen, if this is something you are deadly serious about, then we can do it. I will talk to your mother on the weekend and get the ball rolling.’

  ‘She won’t let me move here. She is always so strict with me.’

  ‘She just tries to protect you. Your mother loves you more than you know.’

  ‘Yes, but she is such a bi...’ Samantha stopped herself.

  Travis didn’t look impressed.

  ‘Your mother is a lot of things, but she is no bitch. I
love you, Samantha. I want you to move in with me. If you want to do this, we can make it happen. It won’t be pretty. It will break your mother’s heart. I will take you home tonight, and I want you to have a real think about it. You can tell me if you want to do it this weekend, and if you do, you can move in with me, Anne and Hazel.’

  ***

  The room was a beehive of activity. Phones were ringing, as advisors talking quickly about contracts and licenses. Marcus observed it all. The PR people deflected media questions coming in through the phone, as Melissa prepared the foundation for the new North City Police Department. She agreed with uniformed designs, disagreed with certain laws, set up the ranking system, decided on training centre and funding. The old police chief, who wasn’t really a police chief at all, sat in on the meeting and contributed very little. Political advisors were discussing trade deals with the United Islands, South City, Old Japan, West Valley and the various decaying cities around the world. Interns were phoning up various businessmen in an attempt to drum up funding for this massive operation, whilst giving incredible incentives, as to why they should bring their company to North City. Jack, a former advisor of John Riggs Senior, was busy creating the identification cards, which would give people the right to vote, work and free health care in North City. It was all happening now. This moment, right here, right now, was the birth of the future North City. Marcus Riggs was going to make it a global powerhouse and change the world for centuries to come.

  ***

  The snow crunched beneath his boots, as he stepped out onto the dark side street. A bloody bandaged was wrapped around his head. The throbbing pain was starting to subside, but Danny wondered what long turn damage had been done. He hadn’t really had time to tend to his wounds, as he had to clean up this mess first. He nearly slipped over on the slushy snow, as he worked his way around to the boot of his car. He popped it open. The interior lights illuminated Elizabeth’s crumpled up body.

  ***

  Ariel snorted up the line of white powder and gasped sharply. The effect was almost immediate. It was like her entire body was relaxing, as a lovely warm moist feeling set in within her thighs. Her breasts began to tingle, as waves of pleasure rippled along the length of her spine.

  ‘I fucking love lust dust,’ she grinned like a crazy person.

  Karl took a hit.

  ‘Fuck. Yes.’

  His hand instantly stroked the hard bulge through the fabric of his own trousers.

  ‘Is your dick nice and hard?’ asked Ariel.

  ‘Throbbing,’ he grinned. ‘How is your pussy feeling?’

  Ariel momentarily ignored the question and looked towards Alisha. She was glued to the cartoons on the television. Slowly, the beautiful red head extended out her foot and kicked the kitchen door closed. She got to her feet and pushed back the chair. Lustful eyes were locked on the handsome man opposite her. Ariel looked drunk. Unconsciously, she reached down and began to roll up the fabric of her colourful dress with the floral design. The landlord licked his lips and watched. Ariel hoisted up her dress until it was by her hips. She held it with one hand, as she took down her wet panties. Karl was on the move. He was out of his seat and pulling down his jogging bottoms. His manhood stood fully erect in the air, as he stepped out of his trousers and boxers. Ariel slipped her feet out of her panties and then bent over the kitchen table.

  She looked across the table at him.

  ‘How is my pussy feeling?’

  He nodded.

  ‘Fuck me and find out.’

  ***

  Carcasses hung from hooks within the long freezer. The smell did not agree with his nostrils. It stank in here. A butcher in a bloody white coat stood by the door, pretending that he wasn’t looking. When Danny Murdock told you to turn a blind eye, you turned a blind eye. Danny dragged Elizabeth’s body across the hard floor, the metal grate that caught the blood, and positioned her up against the wall. It was hard going with a plaster cast on his arm. This would be her resting place until he could think up a new plan.

  ***

  The engine came into life, as the heater was turned on full blast. The windscreens were misted inside and frozen outside. River had de-icer in the back, but he wanted to get the interior of the car warmed up first. Kerry sat in the front passenger seat, rubbing her hands together in an attempt to keep warm. River kept his eyes forward. He didn’t know how to act, what to say or what he should do. Kerry was the one that broke the silence.

  ‘Do you want to come back to mine?’

  ‘I-I...’ River hesitated for a moment. ‘I think I should get home. Ariel might suspect.’

  ‘You can’t even come over for a little bit?’

  ‘I don’t think it is a good idea.’

  ‘I will still get to see you, right?’ she feigned a concerned expression.

  ‘Oh, um, yes. Of course we will still see each other.’ He knew that he had to say the right things until the transfer had gone through and Kerry was out of his life once and for all. ‘I just think that Ariel will start to think something is up if I don’t come home two nights running.’

  ‘Okay. That sounds like the smart thing to do.’

  She reached across and placed her hand on his thigh.

  ‘Do you want me to suck you off before you get home?’

  River’s mind went blank.

  ***

  The front door was slammed shut. The thud echoed throughout the silent apartment. Boots were kicked off and left where they dropped. His coat was unzipped and tossed down onto the wooden floorboards. Danny marched through his luxury flat, which overlooked this part of North City, and flicked on the bathroom light. He reached the sink and glanced into the cabinet mirror. Dried blood covered half of his face. A long gash, several inches long, was etched into the side of his head just about his ear. Elizabeth had really made her mark on him. He winced in pain, as he cradled his broken wrist to this chest. A backstreet doctor has slapped a plaster cast onto his arm, but no X-ray’s were taken.

  ‘Stick to the plan,’ he told his reflection.

  Elizabeth’s death was a setback, but the master plan was still on track.

  Travis and Jasmine would soon be dead.

  ***

  ‘How is Danny now?’ asked Jasmine, as she overlooked a construction team from the throne room window. The men in the yellow hats were building a second wall within the compounds of her palace grounds. If any enemy managed to overcome the first wall and the outer defences, then they would end up in a maze-like structure of the inner wall. It was just further protection for the Queen of North City.

  ‘He is fine,’ said Fiona.

  ‘And he is sure it was an accident?’

  ‘Yes. He said the car came out of nowhere and struck him. It was a family of three.’

  ‘And his arm is broken?’

  ‘Yes. He had a slight bang on his head. He said he was going home to rest.’

  ‘Okay.’ She made a clicking sound with the inside of her mouth.

  ‘Shall I get Travis for this mission?’

  ‘No,’ countered Jasmine, ‘I want him focused on finding Elizabeth. Get Leon here now. He can lead the next assault. The Torres Family think they are clever by siding with the Riggs Crew, but I know everything that happens on this side of town. I want to send a message to the rest of the eleven families. If you betray me, you will die. I will have Leon be the man that wipes them out.’

  ***

  ‘I just need this thing with JR over with,’ sighed Marcus, as he leaned back in his leather chair. ‘The longer it goes on, the more nervous I get. We have more and more of the world’s media turning up every single day.’ Someone knocked on his office door. ‘Not now.’ He bellowed in a commanding voice. He could hear footsteps walking off down the corridor, as the person fled the area. This room was once his father’s office. Marcus had taken it over. It was the biggest office in the Riggs Hotel. His father had designed it to look like the oval office from the White House. The wooden desk was the focal
point, but two small couches sat either side of a small table were where he could have a conversation with his staff. ‘I just need JR gone.’ His fingers stroked through Melissa’s hair, as he glanced down at her. She was holding his manhood in her mouth. Marcus swallowed, hard, as she bobbed her head back and forth. He could feel the tip of his organ touching the back of her throat. Her golden tongue circled the throbbing crown, as her right hand gripped the shaft and jerked it fast.

  ‘Relax,’ she whispered.

  ‘Yes,’ he replied, breathing deep.

  ‘I don’t want you to think about anything. Enjoy this moment.’

  ‘I enjoy every moment with you.’

  ‘Mr President,’ she asked, looking up with those sexy brown eyes.

  He did love it when she called him that.

  ‘Yes?’

  ‘Do you want to cum in my mouth or my pussy?’

  ‘Both.’

  Melissa’s smile was so wide it was practically consuming her face.

  ***

  ‘Did you have a good time with your father?’ asked Kerry.

  ‘Yeah, it was alright,’ replied Samantha, as she hung up her coat.

  At no point did the young girl even look at her mother.

  ‘Do you want me to make you something to eat? I picked up...’

  ‘No. Dad got me something.’

  Samantha headed straight up the stairs.

  ‘Well, do you want to watch a movie and hang out?’

  ‘No. I’m okay.’

  Samantha rushed into her bedroom and closed the door. Kerry looked up at the empty landing for a long and lonely moment. Her daughter was pulling further and further away. It wouldn’t be long until she lost her completely. Any guilt she had for taking advantage of River was blown away like a candle in the wind. This was all for her daughter. This was all for their future.

  ***

  ‘Yes, Mr President. Oh, yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes,’ Melissa chanted over and over.

  Marcus held a long smooth leg in each hand. Melissa was lying on the top of his presidential desk with her legs spread. Her skirt was hitched up and her pants discarded onto the carpet. The look on her face was fuelling the fire of lust within his belly. She was wearing a mask of absolute pleasure. Her large plump tits were hanging out of her pulled down bra, as he blouse hung open. Marcus loved the way they bounced with each thrust of his hips. He was hitting her hard and deep. Melissa was so wet for him.