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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
36
Views:
9,432
Reviews:
50
Recommended:
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Chapter 30
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.
Special thanks to: my beta, Brittney, she is such a sweetheart for putting up with me.
Special thanks to: Ylith for the banner it’s awesome….
Chapter 30
Feeling the vibration in his pocket, he looked making sure no one had heard.
Looking around him, he spotted his boss who was directing the waiters.
Walking over he tapped the man on the shoulder. “Michael, I need to use the bathroom.”
Michael gave Christian an agitated look and jerked his head. “Hurry the party is about to start.”
As Christian walked down the long hallway that led to the servant’s bathroom, he looked around to make sure no one was following him.
Slipping into the bathroom he turned on the faucets and pulled out a towel from under the cabinet. Christian wetted the towel and laid it across his forehead. Slipping the towel off his forehead, he reached inside and pulled out the still-vibrating phone. He put the towel back onto his forehead with the phone wrapped inside.
“Yeah,” Christian whispered.
“Did you have any trouble getting in?” a rusty voice over the line asked.
“No, Sir,” a hushed voice whispered back.
“How were you able to sneak the phone in?”
Taking a deep breath, Christian patience was wearing thin. “There were several birthday cakes made for the guests and I was able slip it into one of them.”
“Vin is such a dumbass. For all his security he’s hired, my spy was able to get in, plus he was able to sneak a cell phone in.” The rusty voice laughed.
“I need get to work before someone comes looking for me.”
“Wait!” the voice called out desperately. “Does the cell phone have a camera?”
“Yes, why?”
“I want you to take a couple of him for me.” Kurt’s voice became pleading, his hand on the phone tightened.
Closing his eyes, Christian rubbed the towel over his face, taking the cell phone with him. “If I can.” Christian’s tone was subdued. How in the hell was he supposed to get close to Orlando and, on top of that, take pictures of him?
“Do it and you’ll receive a bonus for your troubles.” The voice was flat, without emotion.
Before Christian could answer, the phone went dead.
“Fuck,” Christian muttered, slipping the phone into his pocket. Checking himself once more in the mirror, Christian straightened his tie before opening the bathroom door. Glancing around he noticed the hall was empty. Satisfied that his conversation wasn’t overheard, he made his way toward the kitchen.
**
Kurt’s hand shook when he hung up the phone, his mind running in a hundred different directions. God, if Christian could take the pictures he wanted, he would make sure the man was generously reward.
“God,” Kurt whispered, running his shaking hands over his face. He needed to kick start his plans into action soon, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew never go into the lion’s den and steal the lion’s dinner until you knew where all possible escape routes were.
Taking out an old picture of Orlando, when the boy was eight, Kurt studied the faded photograph.
“Very soon, my love. Very soon.”
TBC
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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.
Special thanks to: my beta, Brittney, she is such a sweetheart for putting up with me.
Special thanks to: Ylith for the banner it’s awesome….
Chapter 30
Feeling the vibration in his pocket, he looked making sure no one had heard.
Looking around him, he spotted his boss who was directing the waiters.
Walking over he tapped the man on the shoulder. “Michael, I need to use the bathroom.”
Michael gave Christian an agitated look and jerked his head. “Hurry the party is about to start.”
As Christian walked down the long hallway that led to the servant’s bathroom, he looked around to make sure no one was following him.
Slipping into the bathroom he turned on the faucets and pulled out a towel from under the cabinet. Christian wetted the towel and laid it across his forehead. Slipping the towel off his forehead, he reached inside and pulled out the still-vibrating phone. He put the towel back onto his forehead with the phone wrapped inside.
“Yeah,” Christian whispered.
“Did you have any trouble getting in?” a rusty voice over the line asked.
“No, Sir,” a hushed voice whispered back.
“How were you able to sneak the phone in?”
Taking a deep breath, Christian patience was wearing thin. “There were several birthday cakes made for the guests and I was able slip it into one of them.”
“Vin is such a dumbass. For all his security he’s hired, my spy was able to get in, plus he was able to sneak a cell phone in.” The rusty voice laughed.
“I need get to work before someone comes looking for me.”
“Wait!” the voice called out desperately. “Does the cell phone have a camera?”
“Yes, why?”
“I want you to take a couple of him for me.” Kurt’s voice became pleading, his hand on the phone tightened.
Closing his eyes, Christian rubbed the towel over his face, taking the cell phone with him. “If I can.” Christian’s tone was subdued. How in the hell was he supposed to get close to Orlando and, on top of that, take pictures of him?
“Do it and you’ll receive a bonus for your troubles.” The voice was flat, without emotion.
Before Christian could answer, the phone went dead.
“Fuck,” Christian muttered, slipping the phone into his pocket. Checking himself once more in the mirror, Christian straightened his tie before opening the bathroom door. Glancing around he noticed the hall was empty. Satisfied that his conversation wasn’t overheard, he made his way toward the kitchen.
**
Kurt’s hand shook when he hung up the phone, his mind running in a hundred different directions. God, if Christian could take the pictures he wanted, he would make sure the man was generously reward.
“God,” Kurt whispered, running his shaking hands over his face. He needed to kick start his plans into action soon, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew never go into the lion’s den and steal the lion’s dinner until you knew where all possible escape routes were.
Taking out an old picture of Orlando, when the boy was eight, Kurt studied the faded photograph.
“Very soon, my love. Very soon.”
TBC
Don't be shy... Please review!!