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Running Blind

By: midnighteyes
folder Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Chapter 15

Title: Running Blind
Author: Midnighteyes
Pairing: Vin/Orlando. Orlando/?
Rating: R for strong language

Disclaimer: The characters that are in this story are fictional.. I'm not making any profite off this story. For entertainment only.

Summary: My life was never my own, for you see I was bought and paid for. I never had any choice in what he did to me, I was his slave.

A/N: The people are not mine but the story is.. Please do not copy...

Chapter 15

I saw the stretched limo in the alley. As I walked toward it, I saw guard standing by the limo, his gun drawn. My step faltered and that’s when I noticed that another guard had slipped behind me, his gun pointed mere inches from my head.

“He’s been expecting you,” the guard said as he shoved me toward the back of the limo.

“Put your hands on the roof and spread ‘em. We don’t have all night.”

“This really isn’t necessary,” I tried telling them but, for my efforts, I got another sharp shove.

When the guard was satisfied, he opened the door and pushed me into the back seat.

“What the fuck?” I snarled as the door was slammed in my face.

“You have to excuse my bodyguards; they take their job very seriously,” a rough voice slid across the dark interior.

“It’s not like we haven’t worked together before,” I replied, feeling insulted.

“One can never be too cautious.”

“I guess….”

“Is everything ready?”

“Yeah, I was able to place my most trusted people at key locations at the party tomorrow.”

The end of what looked like a cigarette light up, glowing like an angry beacon. A puff of white smoke soon snaked through the air.

“I need the information.” The voice became flat and void of emotion.

“I’ll get what you need,” My voice was strong with conviction.

“You better, for there won’t be another chance. Vin’s a secretive bastard, never letting anyone into his home.”

“I’ll get what you want.” I was becoming impatient and my voice showed it.

“You better, or else.”

“Or else, what?” My face froze; I never really liked to be threaten and wasn’t going to take it now.

“I’m funding this little project so I better get what I want, if not. Let’s just say they’ll be finding parts of your body in every state.”

The voice became deadly cold as the tension in limo became thick and smoldering.

“I said I’ll get you the information that you need,” I reassured, trying to make my voice brave.

Just as my words died, the door was open and I was pulled out. The guard slid in, closed the door, and the car pulled off.

I stared until I could no longer see the taillights. “Fuck!” I muttered.

Tomorrow he would go to this birthday party himself. He knew getting into Vin’s mansion was nearly impossible so he had to make sure he got the information he needed. “Fuck!” I muttered again. If things didn’t go as planned, I was a dead man either way.

TBC

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