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Adult +
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Chapter 16
*Sorry everyone for posting the same chapter twice.. I know i need to get my act together*
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.
Chapter 16
Beep….Beep…. Beep…. ”Damn!” Brad cursed as he slammed his hand down on the alarm clock. His blurry eyes stared at the numbers that glared bright red back at him. He felt the movement beside him and a lazy smile spread across his face as the memory of last night came rushing back. Glancing over, he saw that Angelina was still asleep; her glorious dark hair was thrown across the pillow. God he wanted to stay in bed but knew he couldn’t. Sighing, he shifted the covers and quietly got out of bed. Adjusting the covers so they covered Angelina shoulders, he bent down and gently kissed her forehead.
Straightening himself, he headed to Shiloh’s bathroom to take a shower. Brad didn’t want to wake Angelina; he knew this was going to be a hard day for her. Walking down the hall nude, he stretched his aching muscles. Normally he wouldn’t walk around nude with Shiloh in the house but since she was spending the night at his mother’s house, he had the freedom to do as he pleased.
+
Adjusting the shower handle, Brad turned on the shower. As he waited for the water to reach his desire temperature, he stared at himself in the mirror. Peering closer, he realized he’d seen better days. For being forty, he wasn’t a bad looking guy. With his long blond hair, ice blue eyes, and muscular build, he turned heads wherever he went. As the steam rolled out of the shower, his image faded. Stepping into the shower, he grabbed the soap and lathered it in his hands, sliding them across his body. Leaning his head under the shower, Brad washed his hair. He wanted to make a good impression on his first day at work.
Turning off the shower, Brad stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist. Taking another, he dried his hair and chest. As he stepped out of the bathroom, he heard the doorbell ring. Brad frowned. “Who in the hell could that be this early in the morning?”
As Brad reached the front door, he shifted over and peeked out the front window. There was a man in a dark suit, wearing dark sunglasses and holding a large package, standing on the front porch. Something he remembered Sean telling me last night, popped up in his mind. “You have to be more careful now that you’re part of the family. Vin has made several powerful enemies and they will do anything to get to him, even if it’s through you.” Brad walked to the hall closet and pulled a magnum 9mm from the top shelf before walking over to the door.
“What do you want?” Brad demanded as he tightened his hand on the gun.
“I have a delivery for a Mr. Pitt?”
Brad shifted until he was peeking out the window again. “Who is it from?”
The deliveryman frowned. “Is this Mr. Pitt’s residence?”
“Maybe, if you tell me who it’s from.”
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Tom stared at the closed door. God, he hated his fucking job. If it weren’t for the money Mr. Diesel was paying him, he’d have been gone a long time ago.
Looking down at the package in his hands, Tom’s voice became short and cold. “It says it’s from Mr. Diesel. Now are you or are you not Mr. Pitt? I don’t have all fucking day.”
“Damn,” Brad muttered as he laid down the gun and opened the door.
“I’m Brad, I mean, Mr. Pitt.”
“I need some ID for this package,” Tom said as his eyes traveled up and down Brad’s muscular body.
Brad blushed as he realized he was only in a towel. “Hold on a minute, need to get my wallet.”
Brad rushed up the stairs. After opening the door to his bedroom, he quietly walked into the room to retrieve his pants and wallet. Glancing over to make sure he hadn’t disturbed his lovely wife, he silently made his way back to the front door. Standing in the upstairs hallway, Brad slid his pants on and threw the towel on the railing while he rushed back down the stairs.
“Here,” Brad said as he handed the delivery guy his driver’s license.
Tom took the ID from Brad’s long, strong fingers and looked at the picture. Glancing up several times to see if the picture matched the person in front of him, Tom sighed and gave the card back.
“Here,” Tom said as he handed him the package then turned and walked back to the dark blue Corvette.
Brad stared after the car. “When in the hell did delivery men start driving around in Corvettes?” he muttered.
Shutting the door, Brad headed for his office.
+
“Who was that, honey?” a soft voice asked.
Brad looked up and saw Angelina standing at the top of the stairs
“Nothing, sweetheart, just a delivery for me.” Brad smiled.
“Delivery?”
“Yeah, from Mr. Diesel,” Brad said as he watched Angelina’s face harden a little.
“Do you want any breakfast?” Angelina asked, trying to change the subject. She didn’t want to fight with him this morning. They’d done too much of that lately.
“Yeah, be down in a few.”
Angelina sighed. “It’s already begun,” she thought.
+
Brad closed the door and opened the package. He opened the letter that lay inside and scanned its contents.
To: Mr. Pitt,
In this package is your ID card and your bonus for being hired. Your ID is to stay on you at all times, even when off duty. You are never to show or lend anyone your ID card. To do so would result in dire consequences. You are always to wear either a dark blue or black suit. Mr. Diesel likes for his staff to look a certain way. A bonus was sent for your disposal.
Welcome to the family, Mr. Pitt.
Brad threw the letter on his desk and pulled out another manila envelope. Ripping it open, a ID card with his picture fell out onto his hand.
“Damn, they work fast,” Brad muttered, setting the ID card on top of the letter.
Pulling out a check, Brad’s eyes bulged out. He had to look at it several times before his mind could register what he was seeing.
“No. Fucking. Way,” Brad whispered. “There’s no way this could be ten thousand dollars.” He flopped down in his chair before his legs gave out beneath him from disbelief. For several minutes, he stared at the check like it was a snake, ready to strike.
A knock at the door startled him out of his musings.
“Honey, breakfast his ready,” Angelina said, turning the doorknob.
“Damn,” Brad muttered as he yanked open the top drawer of his desk and pushed everything inside.
Angelina opened the door and came into the room. ‘Brad isn’t the cleanest person in the world,’ she thought as her eyes drifted over the mounds of papers that sat around his office. “What did your boss send you?”
“Nothing, just some last minute instructions…and a bonus,” Brad said as he held up the check.
Angelina’s eyebrows rose as she stared at the check Brad was waving in the air. “A check?”
“Yeah, a bonus for hiring me,” Brad said, laughing. He walked over to Angelina and drew her to him.
Angelina stared at the check. Brad saw dollar signs but she saw something totally different.
Noticing how quiet his wife had become, he knew he needed to change the subject fast. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s have breakfast. Then we need to go out and get me a black and dark blue suit,” Brad said, slapping her butt and nudging her out the door.
“A black suit?”
“Yeah, Mr. Diesel wants me to look a certain way,” Brad laughed. “He doesn’t want some homeless guy working for him.”
Angelina remained quiet as they walked into kitchen. Brad sat down, grabbing his glass of juice and swallowing it in one gulp. He then reached for the newspaper and glanced through it. As Angelina drew near to set Brad’s plate on the table, strong arms reached out and pulled her onto his lap.
“After I get me several suits, we’ll find something sexy for you,” Brad whispered suggestively as his lips met Angelina’s.
TBC
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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.
Chapter 16
Beep….Beep…. Beep…. ”Damn!” Brad cursed as he slammed his hand down on the alarm clock. His blurry eyes stared at the numbers that glared bright red back at him. He felt the movement beside him and a lazy smile spread across his face as the memory of last night came rushing back. Glancing over, he saw that Angelina was still asleep; her glorious dark hair was thrown across the pillow. God he wanted to stay in bed but knew he couldn’t. Sighing, he shifted the covers and quietly got out of bed. Adjusting the covers so they covered Angelina shoulders, he bent down and gently kissed her forehead.
Straightening himself, he headed to Shiloh’s bathroom to take a shower. Brad didn’t want to wake Angelina; he knew this was going to be a hard day for her. Walking down the hall nude, he stretched his aching muscles. Normally he wouldn’t walk around nude with Shiloh in the house but since she was spending the night at his mother’s house, he had the freedom to do as he pleased.
+
Adjusting the shower handle, Brad turned on the shower. As he waited for the water to reach his desire temperature, he stared at himself in the mirror. Peering closer, he realized he’d seen better days. For being forty, he wasn’t a bad looking guy. With his long blond hair, ice blue eyes, and muscular build, he turned heads wherever he went. As the steam rolled out of the shower, his image faded. Stepping into the shower, he grabbed the soap and lathered it in his hands, sliding them across his body. Leaning his head under the shower, Brad washed his hair. He wanted to make a good impression on his first day at work.
Turning off the shower, Brad stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist. Taking another, he dried his hair and chest. As he stepped out of the bathroom, he heard the doorbell ring. Brad frowned. “Who in the hell could that be this early in the morning?”
As Brad reached the front door, he shifted over and peeked out the front window. There was a man in a dark suit, wearing dark sunglasses and holding a large package, standing on the front porch. Something he remembered Sean telling me last night, popped up in his mind. “You have to be more careful now that you’re part of the family. Vin has made several powerful enemies and they will do anything to get to him, even if it’s through you.” Brad walked to the hall closet and pulled a magnum 9mm from the top shelf before walking over to the door.
“What do you want?” Brad demanded as he tightened his hand on the gun.
“I have a delivery for a Mr. Pitt?”
Brad shifted until he was peeking out the window again. “Who is it from?”
The deliveryman frowned. “Is this Mr. Pitt’s residence?”
“Maybe, if you tell me who it’s from.”
+
Tom stared at the closed door. God, he hated his fucking job. If it weren’t for the money Mr. Diesel was paying him, he’d have been gone a long time ago.
Looking down at the package in his hands, Tom’s voice became short and cold. “It says it’s from Mr. Diesel. Now are you or are you not Mr. Pitt? I don’t have all fucking day.”
“Damn,” Brad muttered as he laid down the gun and opened the door.
“I’m Brad, I mean, Mr. Pitt.”
“I need some ID for this package,” Tom said as his eyes traveled up and down Brad’s muscular body.
Brad blushed as he realized he was only in a towel. “Hold on a minute, need to get my wallet.”
Brad rushed up the stairs. After opening the door to his bedroom, he quietly walked into the room to retrieve his pants and wallet. Glancing over to make sure he hadn’t disturbed his lovely wife, he silently made his way back to the front door. Standing in the upstairs hallway, Brad slid his pants on and threw the towel on the railing while he rushed back down the stairs.
“Here,” Brad said as he handed the delivery guy his driver’s license.
Tom took the ID from Brad’s long, strong fingers and looked at the picture. Glancing up several times to see if the picture matched the person in front of him, Tom sighed and gave the card back.
“Here,” Tom said as he handed him the package then turned and walked back to the dark blue Corvette.
Brad stared after the car. “When in the hell did delivery men start driving around in Corvettes?” he muttered.
Shutting the door, Brad headed for his office.
+
“Who was that, honey?” a soft voice asked.
Brad looked up and saw Angelina standing at the top of the stairs
“Nothing, sweetheart, just a delivery for me.” Brad smiled.
“Delivery?”
“Yeah, from Mr. Diesel,” Brad said as he watched Angelina’s face harden a little.
“Do you want any breakfast?” Angelina asked, trying to change the subject. She didn’t want to fight with him this morning. They’d done too much of that lately.
“Yeah, be down in a few.”
Angelina sighed. “It’s already begun,” she thought.
+
Brad closed the door and opened the package. He opened the letter that lay inside and scanned its contents.
To: Mr. Pitt,
In this package is your ID card and your bonus for being hired. Your ID is to stay on you at all times, even when off duty. You are never to show or lend anyone your ID card. To do so would result in dire consequences. You are always to wear either a dark blue or black suit. Mr. Diesel likes for his staff to look a certain way. A bonus was sent for your disposal.
Welcome to the family, Mr. Pitt.
Brad threw the letter on his desk and pulled out another manila envelope. Ripping it open, a ID card with his picture fell out onto his hand.
“Damn, they work fast,” Brad muttered, setting the ID card on top of the letter.
Pulling out a check, Brad’s eyes bulged out. He had to look at it several times before his mind could register what he was seeing.
“No. Fucking. Way,” Brad whispered. “There’s no way this could be ten thousand dollars.” He flopped down in his chair before his legs gave out beneath him from disbelief. For several minutes, he stared at the check like it was a snake, ready to strike.
A knock at the door startled him out of his musings.
“Honey, breakfast his ready,” Angelina said, turning the doorknob.
“Damn,” Brad muttered as he yanked open the top drawer of his desk and pushed everything inside.
Angelina opened the door and came into the room. ‘Brad isn’t the cleanest person in the world,’ she thought as her eyes drifted over the mounds of papers that sat around his office. “What did your boss send you?”
“Nothing, just some last minute instructions…and a bonus,” Brad said as he held up the check.
Angelina’s eyebrows rose as she stared at the check Brad was waving in the air. “A check?”
“Yeah, a bonus for hiring me,” Brad said, laughing. He walked over to Angelina and drew her to him.
Angelina stared at the check. Brad saw dollar signs but she saw something totally different.
Noticing how quiet his wife had become, he knew he needed to change the subject fast. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s have breakfast. Then we need to go out and get me a black and dark blue suit,” Brad said, slapping her butt and nudging her out the door.
“A black suit?”
“Yeah, Mr. Diesel wants me to look a certain way,” Brad laughed. “He doesn’t want some homeless guy working for him.”
Angelina remained quiet as they walked into kitchen. Brad sat down, grabbing his glass of juice and swallowing it in one gulp. He then reached for the newspaper and glanced through it. As Angelina drew near to set Brad’s plate on the table, strong arms reached out and pulled her onto his lap.
“After I get me several suits, we’ll find something sexy for you,” Brad whispered suggestively as his lips met Angelina’s.
TBC
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