Blood for Blood

by Simon Smith-Wilson

  ‘I’m going to cum all over your cock.’

  She bit her bottom lip.

  ‘I’m going to cum all over your cock.’

  She repeated, adding a high pitch squeal.

  He could feel her gripping his manhood, as she fingers gripped the edge of the table. Her back arched up, as she cried out. Every single muscle in her body went tense. It was like her hips had a mind of their own, as they squirmed and rolled unconsciously. Marcus was drunk with happiness. He loved Melissa more than anything in the world. He never dreamed that he would get to make love to her, but there was something extra special about this situation. This room belonged to his father. He hated his father. That man had always loved Vince, JR and even Melissa more than he did Marcus. Marcus never understood what he did wrong, but he knew that his father didn’t love him. That man was now his enemy. And right now he is in his enemy’s office, on top of his enemy’s very expensive wooden desk, whilst balls deep inside his enemy’s daughter.

  ‘Fuck!’

  Marcus erupted within her.

  ‘Yes!’

  He was the one with complete and total power now.

  ***

  ‘I wasn’t that drunk,’ said River, as he switched off the car engine. The headlights flicked off, allowing the natural darkness of the light to consume the car park. For one long moment, he sat there and replayed the events of that night. It was weird. He only had a glimpse of this and that, but almost total recollection of the sex. It was the bit leading up to it that was fuzzy. He remembered having a bottle of wine with Kerry, but that wasn’t enough to get him that drunk. It wasn’t like he drank on an empty stomach. ‘What did she do to me?’ He gave his head a quick shake. ‘I can’t put the blame on her. I wanted to fuck her. I know I did. I remember the feeling, but I have never felt like that before. I was like an animal. It doesn’t make sense.’

  He opened the car door and stepped out into the cold.

  The snow was already covering the windscreen of his car.

  River picked up his briefcase and slammed the door shut.

  The lock clicked into place, and he crunched his way towards the apartment block. His mind kept replaying that night over and over. He couldn’t make sense of any of it. It didn’t seem like something he would do. He had never cheated on Ariel in his life. He had never wanted to. Yes. Kerry was hot, but he wasn’t crazy about her. It wasn’t like he was gagging to be with her. How could he could from normality to beast in such a short space of time?

  The metal touch of a barrel was pressed up against the back of his head.

  River stopped dead.

  His heart froze.

  At no point did he think about going for the revolver in his briefcase.

  ‘I-I have money in my wallet.’

  ‘You will give the manager transfer to Kerry, do you understand?’

  Confusion swept over him. This was about the transfer?

  He went to turn his head, but the gun was stabbed in the back of his skull.

  ‘Eyes forward,’ growled Anne. The former cop was concealed within the shadows of the building. ‘Kerry will get the transfer. Do you understand?’ She knew this was the polar opposite of the order that Travis gave her, but she didn’t care. Anne wanted a family. She wanted a family more than anything in the world. Kerry was a thorn in her side. Not a day went by that Travis didn’t talk about her. Anne could see the love he still held for the woman. She wanted Kerry gone. Killing the bitch would only enrage Travis. He would know it was her. Getting Kerry out of North City was the only way. She would finally be gone. ‘If you do not give Kerry the transfer then I will be back here tomorrow night. It would be a shame if anything happened to that cute daughter of yours.’

  ‘Okay,’ snapped River, ‘I will do it.’

  The gun was pulled away.

  River stood still for a moment.

  He listened for movement but heard none.

  Nearly a full minute went by before he turned around.

  There was no one to be seen.

  ***

  JR sat with his back to the wall. His gun was pointed up to the ceiling, as he rested his forehead on the back of his hands. Jillian was sat opposite him in one of the waiting area chairs. His two henchmen were sitting off at different sides of the hostages. Many of the hostages were now sobbing. They were hungry, dehydrated and sitting in their own faeces and urine. The smell was foul. JR knew that his brother would try something. He was bound to. There is no way he would allow this siege to go on much longer, but it didn’t matter. In a few hours, the plane would arrive. His army would be here. He just had to hang on. JR was into the final straight.

  ***

  He felt like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck. River came to a halt in the living room, as Ariel stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a thick blue towel. He always found the wet look very appealing, but right now he felt nothing. The love of his life was wearing nothing more than a skimpy towel, and he felt absolutely no draw towards her. The feeling was mutual. Not an ounce of love was projected his way. Was the affair with Kerry the final nail in the coffin? He had thought that they would be able to work something out, but had he been kidding himself the whole time? His mouth opened to speak, but no words would come out. It was a combination of not knowing how to talk to this woman anymore, but also the fact that someone had just threatened to kill his daughter. Should he tell her about it? No.

  ‘I’m going to dry myself,’ said Ariel.

  She seemed glad that she found something to say.

  ‘Okay.’

  They stood in silence for a moment longer before heading into different rooms.

  ***

  Leon was in his late twenties but looked a lot older. He had a shaved head, big blue eyes and a narrow scared face. He had the type of physique that you could tell he liked to work out. The man went everywhere suited and booted. A gun sat in a shoulder holster in his suit jacket, but he held an assault right in his right hand, as he marched up the snow covered garden. Jasmine Murdock’s men were spread out all around him. They left a gap of five or so foot between each of them. The perimeter guards had been taken care of. A few were paid off, and the others met a quick death from a blade to the throat. The large three-story house was completely surrounded. The Torres Crew were inside. They didn’t have a clue that the countdown was on. Very soon every last one of them would be dead. Leon lifted his assault rifle and tucked the butt into his shoulder.

  ‘Light it up,’ he ordered.

  Muzzle flashes illuminated the darkness, as gunfire filled the air and bullets tore through the windows, doors and walls. This was a message to those remaining members, of the now, ten families. No one crossed Jasmine Murdock.

  ***

  Ariel sat on the edge of the bed, drying herself with the towel. She could still feel the landlord inside of her. The effects of the drugs had pretty much disappeared, but the tingling sensation of him penetrating her most sensitive area still throbbed. Guilt was only at forty percent. Last night she had felt so sick about what she had done, but in retrospect it might have been nothing more than nerves. The love she felt for River was gone. It had gone a long time ago. It hadn’t even been his fault. It had been Stu. River’s own father had raped her. River never knew about this, but the damage was done. Ariel fell into depression, they argued, she drank, she took drugs, and now she is fucking another man.

  ‘It is over,’ she whispered.

  Relief washed over her.

  Admitting this fact felt good.

  The stress and pressure seemed to fizzle away.

  ‘What am I going to do now?’

  She couldn’t live this lie anymore.

  ***

  River sank down beneath the bubbles and submerged himself in the bath. The water was hot enough to cook a lobster. He relaxed into its hot embrace. Images of Kerry’s naked body flashed within the window of his mind. He couldn’t seem to shake the intimate thoughts. A horrible sensation pulled down on the pit of his sto
mach, as his mind drifted to the person with the gun. Who was that? He knew from the sound of the voice that it wasn’t Kerry, but who would want to help Kerry get the job? Who would that benefit? It didn’t matter. He was going to give her the transfer anyway. Once he did that then the threat from that person would go away and so would the adulterous affair.

  Did that matter anymore?

  Something had changed.

  It could feel it in the air.

  His relationship with Ariel had ended.

  He felt no love for her.

  Nothing in life should have to be forced so much. He had tried and tried to make it work. River had blocked out the voice of his unconscious mind. It had been telling him for months that he should take Alisha and leave. He deserved to be happy, too. The thought of Ariel always kept him here. It wasn’t the woman he just bumped into a second ago, but that incredible person he had fallen in love with four years ago. Kerry had changed everything. He would never have done something like that before, but he isn’t the type of man that could stay with her knowing that he had done something like that. This relationship was over. It was time for River to find his own happiness.

  ***

  Cold beer ran down the back of his throat, as he sat back and listened to the music. The interior lights were out, but half a dozen candles had been carefully placed around the room. Lavender incense filled the house with a welcoming scent. Hazel was in bed. She had been for about half an hour now. Street of Dreams by Guns and Roses played out through the speakers, as Travis relaxed. He could hear the front door open. The howling wind whistled through the house, sending all the flickering flames into a frenzy of dancing shadows. It took a moment for her to take off her numerous layers and brush off the snow. Anne appeared in the doorway.

  ‘It’s done,’ she lied.

  ‘Good.’ Travis could feel some of the pressure subside.

  It would only take a little bit of pressure on the Eat Easy manager to make sure that Kerry didn’t get the transfer and stayed in the city. It would make moving Samantha in with him an easier transmission. Anne had her own ideas. Yes. She wanted Samantha to live with them. She was a nice girl, and Travis loved her, but it wasn’t going to be an easy transition. Her threat to River would guarantee that Kerry got the promotion and left North City, which would mean they would have to take Samantha by force. It meant Kerry would be dealt with eventually and out of her life. This was just the next step in her plan for securing her own family.

  ***

  The pen scribbled across the page, as Danny sat at his desk in the back room of his apartment. He paused from time to time to survey his work. One or two corrections were made, but, for the most part, it did exactly what he wanted it to do. It was a suicide note. It was a suicidal note written by Elizabeth. The main details outlined her false addiction to drugs, pressure by the Riggs Crew and hinted at betrayal within Jasmine’s ranks. This was sure to make his mother paranoid. She wouldn’t be able to trust anyone. That bitch would be struggling to maintain the alliance of the ten families, whilst doubting every move of her own Captains, and she would go after the Riggs Crew if she thought they had anything to do with Elizabeth’s death. This would stretch her resources and allow him to proceed forward with his own plans. It wouldn’t be long until the Murdock Crew and the ten families came crumbling down.

  ***

  Fingertips brushed a loose strand of hair away from her face. Marcus was captivated by this sleeping beauty. For so many years, he had to watch her from afar. Nobody knew how much his heart ached to be with her. His thoughts drifted back to the first moment he felt that flutter in his chest. He had been out with his father, Vince and JR. They were coming back to the private residence on the south side of South City. Marcus had only been about fourteen years old at the time. He remembered having an argument with JR, which resulted in Marcus being told to go in through the backdoor. His father always stuck up for that little shit. JR had started the fight that night. Marcus had been heading around the back when he caught sight of Melissa in her bedroom, undressing. She was unaware of his presence. He had never seen something so natural in all his life. Melissa wasn’t being that stuck up little girl that had to look the part, sound the part and be the daughter of the John Riggs Senior. She was just a young girl being herself. Melissa had this white hairbrush. Back then she had long brown hair. It was something she took great care of. Marcus’s mother had cut it off one night in a hateful rage. His mother hated the bastard daughter of John Riggs Senior’s mistress. Marcus must have watched Melissa for about twenty minutes that night. She was a dream. He had been forced to hide his feelings for so long, but not anymore. He didn’t have to hide anything now. Melissa was his. He loved her. Fuck the world. He was the President of North City. Marcus could finally do what he wanted. And he wanted Melissa to be his wife.

  ***

  River swallowed hard. A sickening sensation pulled down on the pit of his stomach. Everything about this felt wrong. Slyly, he glanced at Ariel. She was sleeping peacefully beside him. Once upon a time he would have watched her sleep for hours on end, but those days had gone. River slipped out of the bed. He took his time and inched out from beneath the thick duvet. For a long moment, he stood by the bed, observing his once great love. He picked up his pillows and headed for the door. The couch would be his bed tonight. This weekend he would have to find somewhere else to live. He could no longer live this lie. It was time to break up with Ariel.

  Chapter Five: Friday

  The big hand pointed to the twelve, as the small hand pointed to the four. JR stretched out the knots in his back and got to his feet. Darkness had consumed the airport. The hostages were sleeping. Jillian was curled up a row of chairs. Rob and Laura were sleeping up against the far wall. In the distance, he could see the glow of lights at the end of the runway. That was where the world’s media had gathered to watch the carnage unfold.

  ‘Its time,’ he muttered.

  ***

  Marcus lowered himself down into his leather chair. It was ten minutes after four and already he was up and dressed for the day. Melissa was stood to his side, as several tired advisors filled his office. The phone on his desk began to ring. The first President of North City braced himself for what he was about to do. Slowly, he reached for the receiver. The voice of doubt decided to speak up. It tried to put thoughts of brotherly love and talked of bonds that could not be broken. Marcus allowed the words to go in one ear and out the other. This had to be done. JR had to die.

  ‘Go,’ he gave the order.

  ***

  Silence consumed the corridor. Not a soul was nearby. Metal grating covered the floor of the underground maintenance corridor. Directly above this position was the airport waiting area where the hostages were being kept. Machines hummed a droning noise. Suddenly, a blue flame sparked into existence beneath the floor. Sparks scattered into the air, as Axel began to cut away at the metal grating. Infiltration of the airport was commencing.

  ***

  Hank looked out the plane window. Thick black clouds blocked out his view, but he knew the polluted ocean was below him. Beady little eyes explored the interior of the cabin. Every scoundrel, mercenary and cold hearted killer from the United Islands was packed into the overcrowded jumbo jet. It was an army of sinners, killers and rapists. They were going to bring hell and destruction. Hank had left behind a wife and son to join the conflict in North City. He was being paid handsomely for three months work. This money was all that was needed to finally get the business up and running. He could then retire from this shitty line of work. Hurting people for a living was not his idea of fun. Voices began to fill the air, as people craned their necks to look out the window. Hank returned his attention to the world outside. The plane was starting to descend through the clouds. Thousands of lights were coming into view. The gothic structure of the old refinery spat flames a hundred foot high into the sky. A hotel was lit up like some kind of beacon of light. Strobe lights could be seen dancing on the clouds. Th
ey had finally reached North City.

  ***

  Concealed within the natural darkness of North City was a weapon. It was a weapon constructed towards the end of the third world war. It was a technological masterpiece. The armoured tank rolled up to the peak of the cliff top and came to a complete stop. Airport lights could be seen a mile away to the West. The tank had three turrets of various sizes and lengths, two faced to the rear, whilst one faced to the front. Suddenly, the vehicle began to take shape. The shortest length barrel began to rotate to the front, as the large of the barrels spiralled around and stopped at the rear. A creaking sound filled the air, as the hatch of the tank opened. Captain Abraham appeared in his thick camouflaged jacket and winter hat. He tapped a button on top of the tank, and a touch screen computer flicked up in front of him. He tapped away at some commands, as a magnified view of the Jumbo Jet appeared on the computer screen. The smallest barrel began to whine, as it pointed up into the air, adjusting its aim.

  ***

  ‘Did she believe you?’ asked Dan.

  ‘Yes. Jasmine thinks you were in a car crash.’

  ‘Good.’ He handed her the final draft of Elizabeth’s suicide note. ‘You know what to do with this?’ Fiona replied with a nod of her head.

  ‘She will know it is a fake.’

  ‘I know,’ he smiled a sickening smile.

  ‘Then why go to all the trouble of writing it?’

  ‘We want her to become detached from the others. She won’t know who to trust. This will make her paranoid, and that will make her stupid. This will make our plans easier.’

  ‘You are so clever.’

  Dan looked pretty proud of himself at this moment in time. He had other plans for Elizabeth, but that didn’t matter. This new plan worked, too. Jasmine would know that the suicide letter was a fake. She would either believe the Riggs Crew did it, one of the ten families did it, and that someone in her own inner circle helped them do it. It was the first step in destroying her dreams and taking her life. She would never even consider that her own son was plotting against her.