by B. B. Hamel
We had to get out ahead of this, or else we were both going to end up dead on the ground.
15
Sadie
Alone in a strange house with the mob after me was not how I pictured my day was going to go. I figured I’d be in meetings, prep my cases, do my usual routine. Instead, I was sitting on the couch staring at a blank television with a gun in my hand, jumping at every single noise I heard.
From what I could tell, Gage’s house was outside of town back in the woods. I couldn’t see any neighbors out his windows, just endless forest. He had a short lawn on all sides and then the trees started. The driveway disappeared into the forest, blanketed by trees on all side.
I wanted to go outside and explore, but I was too afraid. Instead, I clutched the gun and didn’t move a muscle, straining to hear everything imaginable.
I kept picturing what I’d do if men suddenly tried to break into the house. My first thought was to scream and run, but maybe I’d take up the stance that Gage showed me and start firing. Maybe I wouldn’t survive, but I’d at least try and take a few of those bastards down with me.
I didn’t know what kind of life I was going to be able to have now that the mafia wanted me dead. We were probably going to have to go on the run, and I was going to have to disappear with Gage. Assuming Gage even wanted to do that. I didn’t want to rip him away from his life, but it looked like that had already happened despite everything. I uprooted myself once and moved across the country to get a fresh start and I didn’t know if I could do that again.
I likely couldn’t work. I definitely couldn’t work as an ADA, since that was way too public of a position. Maybe Gage could keep doing whatever it was that he did for the mafia, but probably not. I didn’t even know what he did, and that was frustrating in itself.
I was totally in the dark, and it looked like more darkness was coming.
The only light was Gage, and even that was murky. I didn’t know where that was going, or if it could even go somewhere. We were totally different people.
I wished I could go back in time and stop myself from taking on this case, but I couldn’t. Now I just wanted to see it through, finish it off, put those bastards behind bars, but I couldn’t do that, either. I knew that the police were corrupt and they weren’t going to be any help to me. As soon as I walked back into that DA’s office, I was totally screwed.
And that was messed up. The justice system should be there to protect people, but that wasn’t the case. They just wanted to make their money like everyone else in this corrupt world, and people like me were thrown under the bus as a sacrifice just to keep it all going.
I was so angry and frustrated. I didn’t know how long I sat there, staring off into space, my mind running in a million different directions. Suddenly, I heard a car come up the drive.
Fear lanced through me. It had been over an hour since Gage left, and I had no clue how long he thought he would be. He told me three hours and I should run, but did that mean he would be back much sooner if things were going okay?
My heart was pounding. I heard the engine shut off and the car door slam shut. Someone walked up the front steps and was standing outside.
There was scratching at the doorknob. I stood, panicking, and raised the gun.
I was going to take those bastards out. They weren’t going to rape me no matter what, they weren’t going to get their hands on me.
The door opened. I pressed the trigger, but it was harder than I thought it would be.
“Sadie!”
I looked up at Gage. I stopped squeezing the trigger.
“Fucking shit, girl,” he said, his hands out toward me. “Put that fucking gun down.”
I blinked then nodded. I slowly put it down on the floor.
“Fuck,” he said. “That’s one fucked up way to come home.”
“I’m sorry,” said. “I thought you were them. I wasn’t going to let them take me again.”
He grinned at me. “It’s fine. You just fucking surprised me.”
“I’m sorry.” I walked toward him.
He laughed. “It’s not the first time I’ve had a gun pointed at me. Good for you though, I’m proud of you for being ready to do what you had to do.”
“How did it go?”
He walked inside and opened the refrigerator. He grabbed a beer, popped it open, and chugged down half. “It went like shit,” he said finally.
I sat down at the table. He finished the beer and got another, sipping this one.
“What are we going to do?” I asked him.
“We need to get the fuck away from here, first of all.”
“We’re going to run?”
“Not exactly.”
“Gage. Just tell me what you’re thinking.”
He sat down across from me, face drawn and stressed. “My boss wasn’t happy with what happened, obviously. I’m pretty sure they’ll come hard for us now. We need to get out of this place and find some shitty motel where they won’t find us.”
“There are a lot of those around here.”
He nodded. “I have a pretty good spot a few miles outside of town. We’ll lay low there until we figure out our next move.”
“What can our next move be? They’re going to keep coming for me.”
He sighed. “We’ll figure it out.”
“No, Gage. No. We won’t.” I could feel the anger coming back. “You don’t need to do this with me.”
“I already killed a man for you. I’m already deep in this whether you want me to be or not.”
“I don’t want to destroy your life just because I got sucked into this.”
“You didn’t choose shit. I did what I had to do. Now we’re in this together.”
I shook my head. “No. I can’t make you do that.”
He grinned at me. “You’re not making me do shit. Now go get your stuff. We have to go.”
I stared at him for a second longer, then got up and went into the bedroom. I grabbed my bag and went back into the living room while he packed his things. A few minutes later, he was standing next to me, arms crossed.
“Ready?”
“Ready.” I bit my lip. I didn’t want to make him leave his home, but I knew that we didn’t have any other choice. It was either this or get killed by the mob.
We went outside. He ignored his new car and we got into his old convertible. He tossed our things inside, put the top up, and then we climbed in. He started the engine and we pulled out together.
We drove in silence. I was too busy thinking about how I almost shot Gage, and how out of control I felt, and the horrors of what was coming, and everything was piling up. I had to keep myself calm, breathing deeply, trying to stay centered. Gage seemed totally at ease and relaxed as we drove, and I had to admit that his confidence was a little infectious.
Without him, I would probably be dead.
The motel we finally stopped at was a real shithole. It was about ten miles south of Ashertown, not too close or too far away. I’d never noticed it before, since it was tucked back from a road that didn’t get a lot of traffic, but clearly a lot of truckers stayed there considering the number of semi rigs in the lot. Gage parked and looked at me. “Stay here,” he said.
He got out and went into the main office. A few minutes later, he came back with a key. We carried our luggage upstairs and went into one of the grimiest hotel rooms I had ever seen.
It smelled like mildew and it hadn’t been updated since the day it was built back in the ‘60s. The TV was black and white and only got three channels. There was some hot water in the shower, but really it was more lukewarm than hot. I even thought I caught sight of a roach running away when I turned on the light.
“It’s not much,” Gage said, “but it’ll do for now.”
“It’s disgusting.”
He laughed. “Yeah. It really is.”
“How does this place exist?”
“It’s cheap and the owners don’t ask questions. Truckers like to s
tay here, especially the ones hauling shit that isn’t necessarily legal. Lots of guy coming up from the south, heading north pass through here.”
“How did you find it?”
“A junkie told me about this place once. I stayed here a few times when I had to lay low from the heat.”
“You’ve had to run from the police?”
“Until the right bribes could be placed in the right hands, sure.”
I sat down on the bed, crossing my legs. “What did you do for the mob, exactly?”
“I was in collections.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means I hurt people that owed us money.”
“Did you kill people?”
He stood in front of me, eyes intense. “Do you really want to know?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I’m not sure.”
“I did a lot of things for the mob, things they told me to do and things I did just because I wanted to. I’m not a good man, Sadie.”
“You saved my life though,” I said. “That was good.”
“Maybe. But that doesn’t erase everything else I’ve done.”
“I guess not.”
He knelt down in front of me. “Are you afraid?”
“No,” I said.
“You should be. I’ve hurt men. Some women too.”
“You wouldn’t hurt me.”
“Are you sure?” He reached out and took my hair, gently pulling me toward him. My heart was racing in my chest. “How can you know what I’m capable of? Like I said, I’m a bad man.”
“You’re not a bad man,” I said. “You did what you had to do to survive.”
“Maybe,” he whispered. “Or maybe it made me fucking hard to break legs. Maybe it got me off to be strong.” His lips hovered near mine. “And I think you like that.”
“No,” I said. “I want to put men like you behind bars.”
“You want to fuck men like me. You want men like me to pin you down and fuck your wet cunt until you scream. You want to be torn apart, ripped wide open, ravage and destroyed. You’re a fucking dirty girl and you’re dripping wet right now thinking about how I’m going to fuck your pussy until you can’t breathe.”
“Gage,” I gasped. “I don’t know what I want.”
“I’ll show you.”
He kissed me, his lips hard against mine. I took a sharp breath through my nose and kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. He pulled me closer, his hands on my ass. He was on his knees but we were still more or less even height as he kissed me, cradling my ass. I felt a thrill run through me and I was sure that I was dripping wet, soaking through my panties. Any thought of what had happened completely disappeared as I pressed my body against his. The only thing on my mind was desire.
I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted his big, strong cock to fuck me until I couldn’t feel anything. I wanted him to take me, because he would know what I wanted. He could give me exactly what I needed.
He pulled me to my feet. “Strip,” he said. I stepped back and took off my shirt, my bra, my yoga pants, and my panties. I stood in front of him completely naked while he undressed. He stroked his cock while he looked at me smiling, and I felt self-conscious for a second.
“On your knees,” he said.
I obeyed, dropping down. He pressed forward, taking me by the hair, and slowly slid his thick cock into my mouth.
“That’s right,” he said. “Suck that cock nice and slow at first. I want you to really fucking taste it. I want you to know that you’re mine, my dirty fucking girl.” He pressed himself deep into my throat and I suppressed a gag.
He began to fuck my mouth faster, pressing himself deep into my throat. I could hardly control myself. I put my hand between my legs and began to stroke my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body as he fucked my mouth. I took him into my throat and would let him do whatever he wanted to me whenever he wanted it.
“That’s right, moan while you suck my fucking cock, you dirty slut. Moan while you suck me off.” I kept rubbing my clit in circles, moaning with his cock down my throat.
Finally he pulled me back and stood me up. He pulled me over to the small corner table and bent me over. I put my elbows down on the wood. He spread my legs wide as I looked over my shoulder at him.
He stood back, admiring me. “Look at that pussy dripping,” he said. “God, you’re fucking incredible, Sadie. Look how fucking hard my cock is.” He stroked himself, staring at my ass. “I don’t think you can understand how badly I want you.”
I reached back between my legs again, wanting to give him a show. I slid my fingers deep inside of myself, closing my eyes and moaning. “Gage,” I groaned. “I love your big cock. I love your muscles. I need you to take me.”
“Fuck girl,” he grunted. I looked back at him, fucking myself with my fingers while he watched me, stroking his own cock.
It felt incredible to be wanted the way he wanted me. My fingers pushed deep inside of myself, moving pleasure through my body. They weren’t as good as his fingers were, but I knew how to work my own body. He stared at me with pure lust in his eyes, and I kept fucking myself, deeper and faster.
Finally, he stepped forward, grabbing my hips. He shoved me down into the table and pressed himself deep inside of me with one fluid thrust.
I gasped at the mix of pleasure and pain. My face was flat against the table as he began to fuck me, not bothering to take it slow at first. His cock slammed inside of me, pressing me further down, fucking me rough.
“God damn, your pussy is perfect,” he said. “You’re dripping wet all over my cock. Look at you, ass in the air, you can’t control yourself. You’re a fucking dirty girl and you need my cock.”
“Yes,” I moaned. “Gage, I need it. Fuck me rough. Make me yours.”
He slapped my ass. “You’re already fucking mine.”
“Make me yours,” I said again. “Make me all yours.”
He grunted, pulling my hair back, and slammed his cock into me. His strong arms held me as he fucked me rough and savage. I worked my hips back against him, bucking and slamming my ass into him, taking his thick cock as deep as I could.
I needed him to destroy me, make me come. I could feel it building deep in my core already. I needed it fast and rough, and loved that his bare cock was deep inside of me. I wanted him to fill me with his cum more than I could even really understand.
“Come on, Gage,” I moaned. “Give it to me, you fucking asshole.”
He slapped my ass hard and pulled my hair back. He covered my mouth with his other hand, holding my hair tight, and fucked my hair. I moaned loudly into his palm as he slammed into me.
“This is what you want, you fucking slut?” he grunted. “Take my big cock. Come nice and hard for me.”
I could feel it building, building. He fucked me harder then released me and pinned me back down against the table. He held my arms back, pressing me against the wood, holding me down. I was controlled, completely and utterly dominated by his powerful, muscular body.
That pressed me over the edge. I came as his cock continued to fuck me savagely, filling my every inch. I came hard, saying his name over and over as the explosion of pleasure rocketed through my body.
He grunted and groaned, not letting up. More thick, long, hard strokes filled me, and suddenly he groaned. I felt him pull out as he came on my ass in heavy spurts. I moaned, loving it, practically drooling from the pleasure of the moment.
Slowly we finished together. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom and cleaned me off before carrying me into bed. We collapsed there, completely naked, his arms wrapped around me.
We didn’t say anything. Neither of us needed to. We both needed that, we both needed to fuck rough and fast. There was nothing tender about it and that was what we both craved. I was buzzing with excitement and pleasure.
He held me like that for hours, maybe minutes, it didn’t matter. He held me and that brought me back.
16
I woke up with Sadie still sleeping next to me. The mattress was hard and lumpy, but I was so exhausted that it didn’t matter.
I still felt invigorated from taking Sadie’s body the night before. We didn’t have any solutions to our problem, but it didn’t seem to matter as much. It would all come rushing back, I was sure of that, but for the moment I just laid there in bed staring at the ceiling, enjoying Sadie’s breath next to me.
I glanced at the clock. It was ten in the morning. We had nothing to do and nowhere to go, but I knew she wasn’t going to want to stay cooped up in this shitty room all day. Truth is, she might not have any say in that, since right now this room was the safest place she could be. I didn’t want to risk her life just because she was bored.
I gently got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I took a nice, long piss and then brushed my teeth. As I went to get into the shower, I heard my phone suddenly start ringing in the other room.
“Shit,” I muttered, walking toward it.
Sadie rolled over. “Gage?”
“It’s okay,” I said. “Go back to sleep.”
She nodded and pulled the covers over her head as I picked up my phone. I didn’t recognize the number, but I knew that it wasn’t the time to ignore calls. I went outside onto the balcony and answered it.
“Yeah?” I said.
“Gage.” I recognized the voice. Ice cold and a deep baritone, it was the voice of the leader of the family.
“Vadik,” I said.
“How are you, son?”
“Not great, but I’m sure you know all about that.”
He chuckled. “I’m aware of the situation.”
“To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“We need to talk.”
“I assumed that.”
“I want to meet in person.”
I paused. Vadik rarely met with people. I’d only seen him twice in my time with the mob and only spoken to him a handful of times over the phone. He was a mythological figure in the family, a powerful and deadly man. The rumors said that back in the day, Vadik killed the old leader and took over. He built the mob into the powerful force that it was today.