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Adult +
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36
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Chapter 22
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.
Special thanks: To my beta Brittney, she one in a million..
Special thanks: To Ylith for the banner, thank you so much...
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 in this story, but i do wish they were.... But the story is mine so please do not copy!!
Chapter 22
The decorators had finished their job just in time. They were leaving as Brad showed up. Several vehicles on both sides of gates were lined up, waiting to be cleared. Brad checked himself out in the rearview mirror. His excitement was shinning in his eyes.
Grabbing his cell phone, he dialed his brother’s phone number. He watched as one of the cars ahead of him went through the gate. Brad looked around, spotting four armed guards carrying FN F2000s. Whistling, Brad shook his head; those babies must have cost more than his car.
“Hello?”
Brad was pulled out of his musings as he heard his brother’s voice. “Garrett.”
“Hey, bro, what’s up?” Garrett’s happy voice filled the earpiece.
“Nothing. I want you to do me a favor.” Brad shifted the phone to his other ear. His eyes focused on the cars ahead.
“Anything…”
“Listen, Garrett, I don’t have a lot of time. I need to you to check on Angelina and Shiloh for me tonight.”
“Why? Where are you?” The voice sounded confused.
“Started my new job, don’t know when I’ll be home.”
A vehicle passed Brad’s car, heading in the opposite direction. “Can you keep an eye on them tonight?”
“Of course. You know I will.”
“Thanks, bro, you know I owe you one,” Brad said as he shifted in his seat. His car motor was vibrating the seat beneath him.
As the vehicle in front of him moved forward, Brad’s excitement grew. Shifting his cell phone to the other ear so he could shift gears, Brad was next. The motor revved as it came to life.
“Garrett, I’ve got to let you go. I’ll call you later,” Brad said as he flipped the phone close.
As he pulled up, two guards motioned for him to stop. Rolling down his window, Brad stuck his head out. “Hello.”
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“State your business,” Christopher said as he stared at the smiling young man.
“Mr. Diesel hired me,” Brad replied as he started fishing through his pockets.
Christopher knew this was regular procedure and his training instincts kicking into gear. Drawing out his gun, Christopher narrowed his eyes on the young man “Put your hands where I can see them.”
Brad looked up, his eyes widening as he looked at the gun pointing mere inches from his face.
“L…look, I’ve got my ID somewhere in my pocket,” Brad stuttered.
“Step out of the car, sir.” Billy came up behind Christopher. “What’s going on Christopher?” He asked, looking from his boss to the handsome blond guy sitting in a vintage muscle car.
“Open his car door, Billy,” Christopher said, ignoring the boy’s question.
The guards that were sent to help Billy and Christopher came over to see what the commotion was about. Upon seeing Christopher’s gun drawn, they raised their guns.
“What the hell have I gotten myself into?” Bard muttered to himself as he looked around and saw several guns pointing at him.
“Step out of your vehicle with your hands in front of you.” Christopher’s cold voice broke the silence of the scene.
Brad stepped out of the car, his blue eyes hardening as he glanced from Christopher to Billy. His jaw tightened and his lips thinned. A cool demeanor settled on his face.
+
As the guy stepped out of his car, he seemed to grow in front right in front of the guards. He had a very large muscular body and the suit he was wearing seemed to hug his body in all the right places, Christopher mused to himself.
“Turn around and put your hands on top of the car.” Another brisk order came from Christopher’s lips.
“If you would just…”
“I said, turn around! I’m not going to ask you again!”
Sighing, Brad turned around and slammed his hands on top of the car. His patience was wearing thin. He was getting a headache and didn’t need this shit. What he needed was to get in before he was late.
Christopher handed his gun over to Billy. “Hold this on him while I search him.”
Billy grabbed the gun and leveled it on the man’s back. His eyes darted over the muscular body, watching for signs of movements, which could be a threat.
Christopher moved forward until he was right behind Brad. His hands settled on two very broad shoulders. “Damn,” Christopher thought. He’d seen musclemen but this guy radiated sheer power. Christopher ran his hands down two very tense arms, sliding them around to the front. He had to step closer because he could barely get his hands on the guy’s chest. As he searched, he slipped one hand inside the coat, finding the hidden pockets.
As the questing hands went from one pocket to another, Brad’s jaw hardened. He could feel the old man’s body press against his. In the back of his mind, Brad felt like he was being molested. Tensing his body, he tried to tell himself the man was doing his job, but the urge to turn around and hit the old man was strong.
As Christopher’s hand found the last hidden pocket, he felt something. Grabbing it, he pulled out the ID card. “Shit,” Christopher whispered as he stared at the little piece of plastic.
“Mr. Pitt, you can turn around.” Christopher voice was mild, with just a hint of apology.
+
As Brad turned around, his jaw set. But it was his eyes that told the whole story. Those orbs were swirling with intense emotion that radiated outward. They were like the sea in amidst of a violent storm.
Christopher shuddered. “Let me call this in. I’ll be right back, Billy.”
Billy nodded as Christopher turned and walked into the guardhouse. His eyes were glued at the gorgeous man in front of him. He’d never really been attracted to guys, but this one, you had to be blind not to be.
After several minutes, Christopher came out. “Lower the gun, Billy.” Christopher’s words were soft. He’d made a big mistake and now he was going to have to make it right.
Walking up to a very angry Brad, Christopher handed back his ID.
Brad took the card and put it back into his pocket. “Can I go in now?” Brad’s words were clipped but no less demanding.
“Yes, you’re clear. I’m sorry, Mr. Pitt, for the delay,” Christopher apologized sincerely. “But you need to make sure you have it clipped on when you enter and exit the gate.”
“It’s okay.” Brad’s demeanor changed. He knew the old man was trying to do his job. “I’ll remember next time.”
Christopher nodded. “Billy, go and do the inspection and hurry. We’ve already detained Mr. Pitt long enough.”
The inspection took several minutes, even with both guards hurrying.
When the guards were done, Billy walked up to Brad with a basket in his hands. “We need everything that is in your pockets.”
“What?” Brad looked at the young guard in confusion.
“Cell phones, wallet, pens, everything in your pockets, sir,” Billy said, a blush formed on his cheeks as the handsome man’s glaze fell on him.
“Yes, Mr. Pitt,” Christopher said, standing behind Billy. “You’re not allowed to carry anything inside. Did they not tell you?”
“I guess I forgot that part,” Brad said as he pulled his cell phone and wallet out of his pockets. He had no problem with his wallet but his cell phone was different. It is only connection to his family, to anyone actually.
Smiling as the man drop his stuff in the basket, Billy’s eyes were glued to the white shirt that was stretched over a very muscular chest. He wondered what that chest would look like without that stupid piece of cloth covering it.
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Christopher saw Brad’s hesitation when putting the cell phone in the basket. Wanting to reassure Vin’s new employee and to make amends, albeit small, he spoke up. “Don’t worry, Mr. Pitt. If anyone calls you, I’ll make sure someone informs you. When you leave, you can pick your stuff up here at the gatehouse.”
Brad nodded. He knew his new employer was very protective, but this much?
Christopher noticed Billy hadn’t moved. “Stupid boy,” Christopher muttered. Reaching up, he grabbed Billy by the collar of his shirt and pulled him back.
“Go and open the gate,” Christopher hissed, pushing the young man toward the guardhouse.
Billy went reluctantly, hating to leave the man.
Turning back, Christopher watched as the man got into his car.
Retreating into his car Brad started the engine, roaring as it came to life. He waited as the fifteen-foot high steel iron gates opened with a slow squeak.
“Welcome to my new job,” Brad muttered as he shifted his car into gear. “What a hell of a way to start it.”
He slowly made his way up the drive. A very large Spanish style mansion came into view. Brad whistled. “That’s the way to live,” he thought.
TBC
Please review and let me know what you think. It’s important to know what you think!!!!
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.
Special thanks: To my beta Brittney, she one in a million..
Special thanks: To Ylith for the banner, thank you so much...
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 in this story, but i do wish they were.... But the story is mine so please do not copy!!
Chapter 22
The decorators had finished their job just in time. They were leaving as Brad showed up. Several vehicles on both sides of gates were lined up, waiting to be cleared. Brad checked himself out in the rearview mirror. His excitement was shinning in his eyes.
Grabbing his cell phone, he dialed his brother’s phone number. He watched as one of the cars ahead of him went through the gate. Brad looked around, spotting four armed guards carrying FN F2000s. Whistling, Brad shook his head; those babies must have cost more than his car.
“Hello?”
Brad was pulled out of his musings as he heard his brother’s voice. “Garrett.”
“Hey, bro, what’s up?” Garrett’s happy voice filled the earpiece.
“Nothing. I want you to do me a favor.” Brad shifted the phone to his other ear. His eyes focused on the cars ahead.
“Anything…”
“Listen, Garrett, I don’t have a lot of time. I need to you to check on Angelina and Shiloh for me tonight.”
“Why? Where are you?” The voice sounded confused.
“Started my new job, don’t know when I’ll be home.”
A vehicle passed Brad’s car, heading in the opposite direction. “Can you keep an eye on them tonight?”
“Of course. You know I will.”
“Thanks, bro, you know I owe you one,” Brad said as he shifted in his seat. His car motor was vibrating the seat beneath him.
As the vehicle in front of him moved forward, Brad’s excitement grew. Shifting his cell phone to the other ear so he could shift gears, Brad was next. The motor revved as it came to life.
“Garrett, I’ve got to let you go. I’ll call you later,” Brad said as he flipped the phone close.
As he pulled up, two guards motioned for him to stop. Rolling down his window, Brad stuck his head out. “Hello.”
+
“State your business,” Christopher said as he stared at the smiling young man.
“Mr. Diesel hired me,” Brad replied as he started fishing through his pockets.
Christopher knew this was regular procedure and his training instincts kicking into gear. Drawing out his gun, Christopher narrowed his eyes on the young man “Put your hands where I can see them.”
Brad looked up, his eyes widening as he looked at the gun pointing mere inches from his face.
“L…look, I’ve got my ID somewhere in my pocket,” Brad stuttered.
“Step out of the car, sir.” Billy came up behind Christopher. “What’s going on Christopher?” He asked, looking from his boss to the handsome blond guy sitting in a vintage muscle car.
“Open his car door, Billy,” Christopher said, ignoring the boy’s question.
The guards that were sent to help Billy and Christopher came over to see what the commotion was about. Upon seeing Christopher’s gun drawn, they raised their guns.
“What the hell have I gotten myself into?” Bard muttered to himself as he looked around and saw several guns pointing at him.
“Step out of your vehicle with your hands in front of you.” Christopher’s cold voice broke the silence of the scene.
Brad stepped out of the car, his blue eyes hardening as he glanced from Christopher to Billy. His jaw tightened and his lips thinned. A cool demeanor settled on his face.
+
As the guy stepped out of his car, he seemed to grow in front right in front of the guards. He had a very large muscular body and the suit he was wearing seemed to hug his body in all the right places, Christopher mused to himself.
“Turn around and put your hands on top of the car.” Another brisk order came from Christopher’s lips.
“If you would just…”
“I said, turn around! I’m not going to ask you again!”
Sighing, Brad turned around and slammed his hands on top of the car. His patience was wearing thin. He was getting a headache and didn’t need this shit. What he needed was to get in before he was late.
Christopher handed his gun over to Billy. “Hold this on him while I search him.”
Billy grabbed the gun and leveled it on the man’s back. His eyes darted over the muscular body, watching for signs of movements, which could be a threat.
Christopher moved forward until he was right behind Brad. His hands settled on two very broad shoulders. “Damn,” Christopher thought. He’d seen musclemen but this guy radiated sheer power. Christopher ran his hands down two very tense arms, sliding them around to the front. He had to step closer because he could barely get his hands on the guy’s chest. As he searched, he slipped one hand inside the coat, finding the hidden pockets.
As the questing hands went from one pocket to another, Brad’s jaw hardened. He could feel the old man’s body press against his. In the back of his mind, Brad felt like he was being molested. Tensing his body, he tried to tell himself the man was doing his job, but the urge to turn around and hit the old man was strong.
As Christopher’s hand found the last hidden pocket, he felt something. Grabbing it, he pulled out the ID card. “Shit,” Christopher whispered as he stared at the little piece of plastic.
“Mr. Pitt, you can turn around.” Christopher voice was mild, with just a hint of apology.
+
As Brad turned around, his jaw set. But it was his eyes that told the whole story. Those orbs were swirling with intense emotion that radiated outward. They were like the sea in amidst of a violent storm.
Christopher shuddered. “Let me call this in. I’ll be right back, Billy.”
Billy nodded as Christopher turned and walked into the guardhouse. His eyes were glued at the gorgeous man in front of him. He’d never really been attracted to guys, but this one, you had to be blind not to be.
After several minutes, Christopher came out. “Lower the gun, Billy.” Christopher’s words were soft. He’d made a big mistake and now he was going to have to make it right.
Walking up to a very angry Brad, Christopher handed back his ID.
Brad took the card and put it back into his pocket. “Can I go in now?” Brad’s words were clipped but no less demanding.
“Yes, you’re clear. I’m sorry, Mr. Pitt, for the delay,” Christopher apologized sincerely. “But you need to make sure you have it clipped on when you enter and exit the gate.”
“It’s okay.” Brad’s demeanor changed. He knew the old man was trying to do his job. “I’ll remember next time.”
Christopher nodded. “Billy, go and do the inspection and hurry. We’ve already detained Mr. Pitt long enough.”
The inspection took several minutes, even with both guards hurrying.
When the guards were done, Billy walked up to Brad with a basket in his hands. “We need everything that is in your pockets.”
“What?” Brad looked at the young guard in confusion.
“Cell phones, wallet, pens, everything in your pockets, sir,” Billy said, a blush formed on his cheeks as the handsome man’s glaze fell on him.
“Yes, Mr. Pitt,” Christopher said, standing behind Billy. “You’re not allowed to carry anything inside. Did they not tell you?”
“I guess I forgot that part,” Brad said as he pulled his cell phone and wallet out of his pockets. He had no problem with his wallet but his cell phone was different. It is only connection to his family, to anyone actually.
Smiling as the man drop his stuff in the basket, Billy’s eyes were glued to the white shirt that was stretched over a very muscular chest. He wondered what that chest would look like without that stupid piece of cloth covering it.
+
Christopher saw Brad’s hesitation when putting the cell phone in the basket. Wanting to reassure Vin’s new employee and to make amends, albeit small, he spoke up. “Don’t worry, Mr. Pitt. If anyone calls you, I’ll make sure someone informs you. When you leave, you can pick your stuff up here at the gatehouse.”
Brad nodded. He knew his new employer was very protective, but this much?
Christopher noticed Billy hadn’t moved. “Stupid boy,” Christopher muttered. Reaching up, he grabbed Billy by the collar of his shirt and pulled him back.
“Go and open the gate,” Christopher hissed, pushing the young man toward the guardhouse.
Billy went reluctantly, hating to leave the man.
Turning back, Christopher watched as the man got into his car.
Retreating into his car Brad started the engine, roaring as it came to life. He waited as the fifteen-foot high steel iron gates opened with a slow squeak.
“Welcome to my new job,” Brad muttered as he shifted his car into gear. “What a hell of a way to start it.”
He slowly made his way up the drive. A very large Spanish style mansion came into view. Brad whistled. “That’s the way to live,” he thought.
TBC
Please review and let me know what you think. It’s important to know what you think!!!!