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Adult +
Chapters:
36
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9,402
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50
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Chapter 3
Title: Running Blind
Author: Midnighteyes
Pairing: Orlando/Vin, Orlando/?
Rating: R for now
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 not my own, for you see I was bought and paid for. I never had any say in what he did to me, I was just his slave.
Special thanks for my Beta, Brittney, she one in a million.
Author notes: On cell phones, real names are never used (i.e. “Angel” is Sean and “Tig” is Marten)
Chapter 3
Slamming the front door, Brad headed towards his car, muttering and cussing all the way. Opening the driver side door, he jumped in, grabbing the steering wheel with both hands. He glanced at the house one last time as his hands tightened on the wheel. The engine roared to life as he started the car. Making his final decision, he threw the gear in reverse, peeling out of the driveway, sending gravel flying into the air.
As the tires burned down the street, Angelina ran out of the house, screaming Brad’s name. “Please don’t go!”
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As night cloaked the city, Brad turned right on Shelby Street, heading for the river front. Anytime he had a problem or if Angelina and he were fighting, he would go down and watch the moon reflect off the water. It always seemed soothing to him.
Brad’s thought drifted back to the call he had received earlier that evening, which had caused the fight between him and Angelina. He knew she was pissed when he walked out the door but she had to understand that this job was fucking important to him, in more ways then one.
Brad’s cell phone went off, jerking him out of his thoughts. Thinking it was Angelina, he answered without thought.
“Look, honey, I’m sorry about earlier.”
“Meet me at the Hole in thirty minutes. Be there!” a deep, annoyed voice said.
Before Brad could reply, the phone connection went dead.
“Fuck!” Brad yelled, burning with embarrassment and annoyance. How in the hell could he be so fucking stupid? Throwing the phone down, he hit the steering wheel with his fist. Starting the car, Brad pulled out onto the street. Making a sharp left, almost hitting a car in attempt to get to his destination, flashes of the city lights reflected off the hood of his car. As he sped down the street, the fight with Angelina momentarily forgotten, his adrenaline set in.
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“It’s all set up,” Sean said into his cell phone.
“Let him do some small stuff, see how it goes,” a voice answered back.
Sean shifted in the seat. “We might need a decoy, to see if we can really trust him.”
“Who did you have in mind?”
“I was thinking of Jared. He’s pretty enough for our purpose.” Sean said as a matter of fact.
“I don’t know.”
Sean signed. “Why?”
“It’s not what you think, Sean. You know I don’t give a shit about him. It’s just he’s not Orlando. No one can compare to my baby.”
“Listen, Vin, unless you want to know if Brad can be trusted, we need to know what kind of person he is. Everything I’ve gathered so far points to he’s hetero. But if you want to know for sure, then we need a decoy. And I think Jared would make a good one.”
“Alright, use Jared for the job. I want to know the results to this little experiment of yours as soon as it goes down. If he doesn’t pass then get rid of him. Do we have an understanding?”
“You know we do, boss,” Sean said with a little smirk.
“I trust your judgment, Angel. You’ve never let me down. “
“And I never will.”
“Later.”
“Later.”
Sean hung up, taking a deep breath. He watched the front entrance of the Hole. He wanted to make sure that when Brad arrived he came alone.
Flipping open his cell phone again, Sean dialed Jared’s number.
“Hello,” a sultry voice answered on the other end.
“Jared?”
“This is he. How may I help you?”
“This is Angel. I need you to come down to the Hole. We’ve got something we want you to do.”
“The Hole? Why would you want me come down there?” The sexiness evaporated out of Jared’s voice.
“I said get your ass down here now!” Sean’s temper flared up instantly at Jared’s belligerence. “Don’t make me say it twice, Jared. You know what happens when my orders are questioned.”
“Yes, Angel. Give me thirty minutes and I’ll be there.”
“Make it twenty and wear something sexy.”
Sean flipped the phone shut. “God, how I hate that fucking slut,” Sean muttered to himself. “I wish Vin would get rid of his ass. Just because he spreads his ass cheeks for the boss, he thinks he can question my orders; he’s got another thing coming.”
Checking his watch, Sean heard tires squealing as a car skidded to a halt in front of the building. A blonde, muscular guy got out of the car and headed for the entrance.
“I wonder if this is our boy,” Sean mused. “He certainly seems able for the job we have in mind.” But looks can be deceiving; something Sean knew all to well.
After a few more minutes, Sean’s phone went off again. “Angel, your boy is here.”
“Thanks, Tig, put him in the back room. And make sure no one sees him.”
“Anything else?”
“No, that’s all. I’ll be there in a few.”
Hanging up, Sean glanced at his watch. “The fucking slut better show up soon, or I’ll make him wish he was a woman.”
As Sean was getting out of his car, he noticed Jared’s car pulling up in the alley next to the club. Walking across the street, he met Jared beside his car.
Jared eyed the man in front of him. He was scared of Sean and had a right to be: the man was a blond giant who stood six foot two with cold green eyes and a heart to match. He was the enforcer in Vin organization. He was cruel right down to the bone; he was a killing machine.
Shifting from one foot to the next, Jared waited for Sean’s orders.
Sean’s eyes narrowed as he stared at Jared. He hated everything about the blue-eyed boy. Jared was pretty enough with his long brown hair and his bright blue eyes, his slender body curved in the right places. But he was just another slut who sold his body for the right price.
“I’ve got something I want you to do. And if you fuck this up, you’re good as dead,” Sean whispered in a menacing voice.
Jared’s eyes got huge. Taking a step back instinctively, Jared’s leg hit the open car door.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Just look sexy.”
TBC
*** Let me know what you think*****
Author: Midnighteyes
Pairing: Orlando/Vin, Orlando/?
Rating: R for now
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 not my own, for you see I was bought and paid for. I never had any say in what he did to me, I was just his slave.
Special thanks for my Beta, Brittney, she one in a million.
Author notes: On cell phones, real names are never used (i.e. “Angel” is Sean and “Tig” is Marten)
Chapter 3
Slamming the front door, Brad headed towards his car, muttering and cussing all the way. Opening the driver side door, he jumped in, grabbing the steering wheel with both hands. He glanced at the house one last time as his hands tightened on the wheel. The engine roared to life as he started the car. Making his final decision, he threw the gear in reverse, peeling out of the driveway, sending gravel flying into the air.
As the tires burned down the street, Angelina ran out of the house, screaming Brad’s name. “Please don’t go!”
+
As night cloaked the city, Brad turned right on Shelby Street, heading for the river front. Anytime he had a problem or if Angelina and he were fighting, he would go down and watch the moon reflect off the water. It always seemed soothing to him.
Brad’s thought drifted back to the call he had received earlier that evening, which had caused the fight between him and Angelina. He knew she was pissed when he walked out the door but she had to understand that this job was fucking important to him, in more ways then one.
Brad’s cell phone went off, jerking him out of his thoughts. Thinking it was Angelina, he answered without thought.
“Look, honey, I’m sorry about earlier.”
“Meet me at the Hole in thirty minutes. Be there!” a deep, annoyed voice said.
Before Brad could reply, the phone connection went dead.
“Fuck!” Brad yelled, burning with embarrassment and annoyance. How in the hell could he be so fucking stupid? Throwing the phone down, he hit the steering wheel with his fist. Starting the car, Brad pulled out onto the street. Making a sharp left, almost hitting a car in attempt to get to his destination, flashes of the city lights reflected off the hood of his car. As he sped down the street, the fight with Angelina momentarily forgotten, his adrenaline set in.
+
“It’s all set up,” Sean said into his cell phone.
“Let him do some small stuff, see how it goes,” a voice answered back.
Sean shifted in the seat. “We might need a decoy, to see if we can really trust him.”
“Who did you have in mind?”
“I was thinking of Jared. He’s pretty enough for our purpose.” Sean said as a matter of fact.
“I don’t know.”
Sean signed. “Why?”
“It’s not what you think, Sean. You know I don’t give a shit about him. It’s just he’s not Orlando. No one can compare to my baby.”
“Listen, Vin, unless you want to know if Brad can be trusted, we need to know what kind of person he is. Everything I’ve gathered so far points to he’s hetero. But if you want to know for sure, then we need a decoy. And I think Jared would make a good one.”
“Alright, use Jared for the job. I want to know the results to this little experiment of yours as soon as it goes down. If he doesn’t pass then get rid of him. Do we have an understanding?”
“You know we do, boss,” Sean said with a little smirk.
“I trust your judgment, Angel. You’ve never let me down. “
“And I never will.”
“Later.”
“Later.”
Sean hung up, taking a deep breath. He watched the front entrance of the Hole. He wanted to make sure that when Brad arrived he came alone.
Flipping open his cell phone again, Sean dialed Jared’s number.
“Hello,” a sultry voice answered on the other end.
“Jared?”
“This is he. How may I help you?”
“This is Angel. I need you to come down to the Hole. We’ve got something we want you to do.”
“The Hole? Why would you want me come down there?” The sexiness evaporated out of Jared’s voice.
“I said get your ass down here now!” Sean’s temper flared up instantly at Jared’s belligerence. “Don’t make me say it twice, Jared. You know what happens when my orders are questioned.”
“Yes, Angel. Give me thirty minutes and I’ll be there.”
“Make it twenty and wear something sexy.”
Sean flipped the phone shut. “God, how I hate that fucking slut,” Sean muttered to himself. “I wish Vin would get rid of his ass. Just because he spreads his ass cheeks for the boss, he thinks he can question my orders; he’s got another thing coming.”
Checking his watch, Sean heard tires squealing as a car skidded to a halt in front of the building. A blonde, muscular guy got out of the car and headed for the entrance.
“I wonder if this is our boy,” Sean mused. “He certainly seems able for the job we have in mind.” But looks can be deceiving; something Sean knew all to well.
After a few more minutes, Sean’s phone went off again. “Angel, your boy is here.”
“Thanks, Tig, put him in the back room. And make sure no one sees him.”
“Anything else?”
“No, that’s all. I’ll be there in a few.”
Hanging up, Sean glanced at his watch. “The fucking slut better show up soon, or I’ll make him wish he was a woman.”
As Sean was getting out of his car, he noticed Jared’s car pulling up in the alley next to the club. Walking across the street, he met Jared beside his car.
Jared eyed the man in front of him. He was scared of Sean and had a right to be: the man was a blond giant who stood six foot two with cold green eyes and a heart to match. He was the enforcer in Vin organization. He was cruel right down to the bone; he was a killing machine.
Shifting from one foot to the next, Jared waited for Sean’s orders.
Sean’s eyes narrowed as he stared at Jared. He hated everything about the blue-eyed boy. Jared was pretty enough with his long brown hair and his bright blue eyes, his slender body curved in the right places. But he was just another slut who sold his body for the right price.
“I’ve got something I want you to do. And if you fuck this up, you’re good as dead,” Sean whispered in a menacing voice.
Jared’s eyes got huge. Taking a step back instinctively, Jared’s leg hit the open car door.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Just look sexy.”
TBC
*** Let me know what you think*****