by Jack Ellison
“Let’s hope so. Or he’s in trouble, I swear. I don’t pay him for nothing.” He turned back to face me, sighing and leaning back on his.
“So what are we gonna do with you, sweetheart?” He eyed me up and down. I crossed my arms, and opened the can of beer, trying to remain calm as I sipped at the contents.
“Shark. I think she’s shy. What do you think we should do?” He addressed his thug, shrugging his shoulders in feigned boredom.
God I hate you, Mickey.
“You should kill her. Now. Before she gets a chance to talk. Simple. I’ll do it, if you want,” he said, coldly.
Mickey was laughing, shaking his head.
“Everythings simple when you’ve got a small shark brain, moron. And what do you think Charlie is gonna do if he shows up and we’ve shot her? He’s gonna call his clean little cop buddies and they’re gonna swarm all over us.” He paused, leaning forward to poke Shark in the chest.
“Even the guys we’ve made a deal with won’t be able to do anything if we murder a witness in cold blood. They’ll be forced to make a show of dissociating themselves from us. Probably suddenly become best buddies with Charlie, and come down here for the shootout with him.”
He looked out of the dirty window, expression closed. Jaw bunched as he thought.
“No, what we’re gonna do is have a little chat with Charlie boy when he gets here. ‘Cause I think he’s working alone. If the other cops knew, I’d know about it too. He’s gonna rush over here and try and be a hero, single handedly saving this bitch. That’s if he’s still alive. Dready’s probably got him by now.” He smiled cruelly.
He got a phone out, and dialled a number. He turned to me, shrugging. “Let’s find out, shall we?”
He face dropped after a while. I guessed there was no answer. He dialled again. Nothing. Tried another number, I guessed. Still nothing.
He threw the phone against the wall in a rage.
“Fuck!” He rose and started pacing, striding back and forth.
Light flashed in my eyes as he slapped me across the face. A hard, backhanded slap that sent me tumbling.
“It’s your fault! Couldn’t keep your mouth shut. Or your legs closed!” he spat, finger in my face.
I feared he’d start beating me, but he merely gritted his teeth and stood up.
I heard an engine approaching in the distance, engine revving wildly.
Mickey smiled.
“Here he comes, to save the day. Well, that’s what he thinks!” He drew out a massive revolver, a hand spinning the chamber. He was laughing.
“This is my favourite part! The part where I win!”
His blood-drenched henchman stumbled to the door, leaning on the frame, panting.
“He’s here, boss!”
He had a silver gun in his hand. Shark drew out a pistol from the back of his pants, cold eyes narrowing as he turned to face the parking lot.
Charlie
I MADE GOOD TIME, FLAUNTING the speed limit as I tore towards the motel.
This is it, Charlie. Focus.
I allowed myself a moment to dwell on Abi, her face appearing in my mind. Her words echoed in my head.
I think I love you too, babe. Damn. I’m coming to get you. Hang in there.
I spotted the motel in the distance, and considered my options, my mind cold and calculating. Discretion was not an option. The motel was on the right side of the road, and the rooms were lined up facing away from my approach. I saw a figure poke his head out from behind the edge of the row of buildings.
He disappeared after spotting me. I sped to the motel, opening the driver’s window as I approached. A mad plan formed in my mind. I took my glock from my holster, and swiftly replaced the clip, placing the half-empty clip on the passenger seat beside me.
I took a deep breath as I reached the motel, and focused my mind. Time seemed to slow perceptibly, and my vision was clear, crisp. I broke sharply and turned to the right, slamming on the handbrake. I pointed my gun out the window as the car screamed into the parking lot.
I could see two thugs, one cowering behind a car, and one half out of an open motel room door. The guy behind the car was in my line of sight briefly as I passed.
I squeezed the trigger wildly, sending a hail of 9mm bullets at him in quick succession. I saw him flinch as the first few bullets hit him, then his head snapped back violently, blood spraying in a brutal cloud.
The car came to a stop, dust swirling around me, obscuring my vision. I surveyed the scene down the sights of my glock. I could make out three large, male figures. Two inside the room. One at the door. The guy at the door was hurt, badly. A gut wound was leaking blood through a makeshift bandage which had been poorly applied.
Where is Abi? Did she get away? If so, why are you still here, Mickey? No, she’s gotta be in there. If he’s hurt her...
Violent images of retribution flashed across my mind. It would take all of my restraint to stay calm if anything had happened to her, to make the arrest rather than put him down. I steeled myself, opening the car door with my left hand as I stepped out.
I jumped over the bonnet and took cover behind the car.
“Police! Come out with your hands up! No one else has to die today!” I shouted, knowing what the response would be. A couple gunshots rang out, pinging off the car. I ducked my head instinctively.
Well, I tried.
I edged towards the back of the car, guessing the guy’s aim was trained at the front, where I’d been moments earlier. The guy looked like he could barely stand, let alone shoot straight. I chose my moment, popping up, gun held in a two handed grip.
The guy was aiming his gun at the front of the car, as I’d guessed. I shot him cooly in the head and chest, the sound of two bullets cracking loudly off of the buildings in front of me.
I jumped over the trunk, and was caught out as a large figure stepped from the door, gun aimed at me. I recognised Sharky instantly.
He was edging towards me, sharp eyes looking over the top of the gun at me.
He had me beat.
Fuck. Jumped too early.
I landed on my feet, and as I looked up he was grinning at me.
“Charlie. Raise that gun and you’re dead. I know you got a jacket on, right? Well, I’m aiming for your head.” He was smiling in triumph, eyes cold.
“You’ve caused a massive headache for us, me and Mickey. He wants a word with you. Got an offer for you.” He glanced at my gun.
“Oh, and drop the gun. And any others you got, if you wanna see Abi again.” His small, black eyes fixed on mine.
“OK. You got me. I’m gonna put my gun down on the floor. Nice and slow, then I’m gonna kick at away. It’s the only one I got.” I lied, and stretched slowly to the floor, placing my gun on the floor. I kicked it towards him, and metal scraped across the concrete surface of the parking lot.
“You better not be lying, pig,” he said in a flat voice, edging closer to me.
“I ain’t lying. You can search me if you want.” I shrugged, casually.
“Police budget, you know! It was the jacket or the spare gun!” I laughed loudly, and his eyebrows raised. His gun lowered a fraction as he approached, taken aback by my casual demeanour.
I spotted my chance. The image in front of me seemed to freeze in my mind. I lowered my hands to just above my hips, palms facing outwards. His gaze followed my hands, eyes narrowing.
We stood there, facing off against each other. My legs were spread wide, knees bent slightly
Now.
My hand flashed like lightning into my pocket, pulling the gun from the inside left of my trench coat. I clicked the safety off as my hand drew it out in a well rehearsed move.
My gun was aimed at him before he had time to react. I unloaded the full clip at his chest in a matter of seconds, walking forward as I shot fifteen bullets into his torso. He flinched with every shot, falling back as he died. He managed to get two shots off at me as he fell. One went harmlessly wide. The other
grazed my chest. I grunted as I felt a rib crack.
I slipped the clip out and slammed a new one into the gun as he hit the concrete. Blood poured from fifteen wounds in his chest. He was dead before he hit the floor.
Mickey was the door in front of me, his eyes wide with amazement at the scene he’d just witnessed. I aimed my gun at him, eyes narrowing.
“Mickey! Drop the gun. It’s over. All your men are dead or arrested. Come on, now.” I edged forward, eyes on him.
“Charlie. It ain't over until I say it's over! You hear! I got an offer for you. Let's talk, me and you. Make a deal.”
I laughed at him, and his pitiful, pleading expression. I looked into his eyes. I saw nothing but an evil man, cornered and begging.
“I’ve got an offer for you, Mickey. Drop the gun. Get on the floor. Or, I’ll shoot you. See what I did to your friend here? That could be you too, if you want. Your choice. Ain’t no third option.” I stopped edging forward, clearing my mind as I waited for his reaction.
“There’s always a third option, Charlie! You ain’t taking me down, motherfucker! You don’t get away with fucking with the O’Neills!” His arm raised slowly, and I waited with baited breath for him to move.
Then something bizarre happened. A full beer can came flying the corner of the room, hitting him in the side of the head with a loud, tinny thud. He looked to his right.
“You fu...”
I took my moment and shot him in the right shoulder twice, and the left shoulder once. He staggered back, gun dropping to the floor.
Abi ran into my eyesight and picked Mickey’s gun up, eyes blazing as she stared down the sights of the pistol at him.
Good girl. Please don’t shoot him, though. We’ve got him. We can take him down. Make him live out the rest of his miserable life behind bars. I didn’t want to give him the easy way out. I’d see him pay for what he’d done. Justice would be served.
I walked into the room, my gun still trained on Mickey as he sat on the bed, gasping in pain, swearing at me softly through gritted teeth.
“Go on then, finish it! Kill me, you fucks! Damn cowards!” He raged at us, mouth foaming as he spat obscenities.
“No, Mickey. You ain’t getting off that easy. I’ll see you pay for what you’ve done. Scumbag.” I risked a glance over to Abi. Her hands were shaking with anger. I could tell she wanted to shoot him.
I stepped over and placed a hand onto hers. I gently pushed the gun down.
“It’s over, Abi. We shoot him now, we’re just as bad as he is. Let’s put him behind bars.” She looked up into my eyes, anger lifting as she stared at me. She smiled softly, eyes wide with adoration.
Then she turned to face Mickey, and suddenly cracked him in the temple with butt of his own pistol, smiling grimly at the sound it made. Mickey collapsed, unconscious.
“Damn, I’ve been wanting to do that for a while. That felt good.” She let a breath out slowly.
I smiled at her, then went to tie Mickey up. I read him his rights with satisfaction, even though he was out cold. Just meant I’d have the pleasure of reading them to him again when he came round.
I put my arm around Abi’s waist and drew her into me, kissing her deeply on the lips.
“Let’s get you out of here, babe,” I said, bringing her into a tight embrace and kissing her on the head.
“I’m glad you’re safe... I... I love you, Abi.”
I’D CALLED IN THE ARREST, and Mickey had been taken into police custody, albeit at the hospital while he recovered from his wounds. Two grim faced, uniformed cops stood guard at his door. I knew they wanted to kill Mickey for murdering Al, but they resisted the urge. They were good guys.
One of the corrupt cops had been caught trying to hide his tracks, disturbing the crime scene at the meth lab, and messing with evidence. He’d been caught red-handed and taken in. He said he didn’t know Dready, who’d recovered from his wounds quicker than I’d expected. Said he’d never seen him before.
Dready said otherwise, and talked. Told us everything. Names, dates. How much money changed hands. The cop’s greed, and the promises they’d made to Mickey, they way they’d kissed his ass as they took his ill gotten money. He was angling for a reduced sentence as long as we kept him safe from the clutches of the O’Neill gang. We agreed, and Dready sang like a caged bird suddenly released.
Later I’d have the satisfaction of walking into the office and arresting the dirty cops. All of them, clearing the corruption out of the department like pulling weeds from a lawn. The Captain and Lieutenant at my side as I read them their rights in turn. Shaming them in front of the department.
After the shootout and arrest, I took Abi in to make a quick statement. She complied, saying she was willing to testify what she had on Mickey. She recounted everything in detail, head held high, and I’d stared at her proudly as she’d made her statement.
I took her back to her place after we’d made the statement. I studied the bullet holes on the car absently as I drove. The memory of the shootout at the meth lab and the motel seemed faded, distant. Surreal. Abi sat quietly in the passenger seat. I squeezed her ample thigh with my hand, trying to repress the arousal rising within me as I glance her way occasionally.
I figured she might be in shock, or upset. I didn’t want to throw myself at her if she was still getting over her ordeal. I tried not to think about it too much, but we’d both come very close to getting seriously hurt, or worse. I shook my head. Somehow my limitless luck and quick wits had pulled us through. And she’d remained strong through the whole thing, since the start.
“Charlie.” A soft voice spoke in my ear, and I looked over to Abi. She was gazing at me, mouth parted. Eyes lidded as she stared at my lips. I took in her beautiful features, longing to kiss her deeply.
“When we get back to my place, I’m gonna fuck your brains out.” I raised an eyebrow, and stared at her, mouth agape. She leant over and massaged me through my jeans as I drove. She started kissing my neck.
Luckily, we had just arrived at her place. I jumped out the car, waiting for her to climb out of the passenger seat. I held my hand out, and took her hand in mine, and she led me to the door. Then straight up the stairs, into her bedroom.
We kissed passionately, and began tearing each other’s clothes off in desperation. I gasped, breathless as she flung herself on me, tearing at the buttons of my shirt. I lifted her jumper up over her head, exposing the bra beneath. I stared in awe at her perfectly shaped breasts, pert and sexy. I put my hands behind her back and deftly unclipped her bra.
She shrugged the bra off and let it fall down her arms. Swollen nipples exposed. I could feel her large eyes on me as I took in her half naked body, gasping with desire.
I took my shirt off deftly, and unstrapped the bulletproof vest. I winced at the fractured rib. Her eyes widened at the pain I showed.
“Oh, Charlie. You’re hurt. Let me kiss it better.” She was smiling, and leant down to kiss the bruise on my chest. My chest tingled at her the touch of her lips, light on my skin. She unfastened my belt, dropping my jeans to the floor. I put a finger under her chin, bringing her head up towards mine. I kissed her deeply. She pushed me back onto the bed, and I sat down obligingly.
She slowly leant forward as she bent down to take off her pants. Her breasts hung down wonderfully, and I leant forward to take one in either hand. I massaged them gently, then pinched her nipples lightly. She gasped, and put her hands to her waist, tucking her fingers into the side of her panties.
She slowly lowered them, teasing me a she pulled her panties down, smiling at me seductively.
“I got something to show, you Charlie,” she said, voice thick.
“Oh, really. What’s that?” I knew full well what she meant. But I played along.
“This...” she pulled her panties down further, revealing her pussy, swollen and slightly red. Moisture glistened at her pussy and thighs.
Damn. She’s as horny as me.
My cock throbbed, my
hard on almost painful as I stared at her pussy, hands still squeezing her breasts.
She stood up, and pushed me gently back until I was lying on the bed. She pulled my boxers down, standing at the foot of her bed, eyes on my body as she dragged my underwear off. Her eyes widened when she saw my cock, and she smiled up at me.
“Wow. Someone’s happy to see me...” She threw my boxers on the floor and took my cock in her hand, jerking me off gently, and she stepped close to me, her hips between my thighs.
She was looking down at me, big and hard in her hand as she moved her hand up and down. Then she started to rub my cock into her pussy, hands cupping my balls. I felt her slick and wet, warm. I closed my eyes and moaned with pleasure.
Abi
CHARLIES HARD COCK was in my hand, and I gasped as I jerked him off, using his cock to pleasure my clit. I was amazed at how hard he was, rock solid in my small hand. His eyes roved my body as he lay there, and I could see him wanting to grab at me, hands clenching, grabbing the bed cover.
I stood there for a moment, lost in the pure pleasure than was tingling at my pussy.
I stepped back suddenly, and his cock slapped against his stomach. I clambered on top of him, hands either side of his head. I looked down, and his cock was in his hands, and he placed a hand on my hips, guiding me towards him.
I teased him, edging closer slowly. But I couldn’t resist for much longer. I ached with desire, and I wanted him inside me.
I suddenly pushed his cock into my pussy, my butt slapping against his things. I gasped in pleasure as I felt a twinge at taking all of him in at once. His head lifted to suck at my nipples, my breasts swinging in his face as I took him into me.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. I felt his cock tense inside me, and he thrust his hips up, pushing himself deeper into me.
I rested my hands on his muscled shoulders for support as I rode him, wincing with ecstasy as I rose up and down gently, rocking my hips back and forward.
Charlie leant back, and closed his eyes. He moaned softly.
“Yes, Abi. That’s it, fuck me.” I leant back, arms at my head as I pulled my hair back, the movement pulling my pert breasts up. He looked back into my eyes, and rocked me back and forth, largs hands on my hips. One large hand reached behind me to grab at my ass, pulling it roughly to one side.