I give no excuses for anything

She walked in with the confidence only royalty posses, that self satisfied smirk, the slight tilt of her head and those long slender legs crossing the room in strides. She didn't walk very fast, she didn't have to. This was her house, every house was hers, this was her life, and while just a little while ago that was almost taken from her, she had fought back and gained more then she had the chance to lose. She had no name if you asked, and when it was mentioned by normal people it was in hushed whispers or fright. She was a raver, a fighter, a thugette, a woman and a...well, a lot of things. She was gorgeous, but not in the traditional way, this girl was anything but traditional. When she got to where she was going across the room she smiled and put on the most innocent face she could muster.
“I want a car.” She said simply, looking the sales man straight in the eye. He looked at her, a smile half cocked on his lips, as if he was already fucking her in the back room.
“Alright little lady. Have you been looking at the cars in the lot?” He asked looking down at her. She felt the power seeping away from him as he angled his head to stare down her low-cut (specifically for this) shirt and she smiled.
“Nope. I know what I want, and I want you to get it.” She said, smiling prettily. “I want a 2007 Corvette Z06 2LZ.” She said, the smile dripping sugar. “And I want to pay for it right now.” A wicked gleam entered her eye, but the salesman was too busy throwing a party in his head.
“Let me guess, full loaded?” He asked and stuck his hand out, “I'm Richard, by the way.” He smiled and she took his hand, nearly crushing it with her handshake.
“Mary. Mary McAleese.” She said, smiling as he cringed. The name sounded familiar to him but he shook it off, and started to lead her into his office, the party in his head getting bigger.
“Alright, so you know exactly what you want?” Richard said raising an eyebrow at her. Mary took a folded sheet of paper out of her jeans pocket and tossed it to him as she sat down. He scanned the page and his eyebrow went even higher.
“Do you know how much this will cost?” He asked, this was his personal dream car, fully loaded didn't begin to describe it. It was a 2007 Corvette Z06 2LZ, and she wanted it in victory red, with the red matching leather interior, with a manual tranny. This pretty little thing in front of him would probably be on the news in a week he guess, after crashing this even better looking car somewhere or blowing herself up in it.
“Yes.” She said, leaning back in her chair and making herself at home.
“So you know it'll cost $77,925.00 American, right?” He asked, rubbing his eyebrows. He -had- to make sure she was real, and not just the girl of his dreams. All she did was nod. “How old are you?” He asked after a second.
“Does it matter?” Mary said, that gleam in her eye getting sharper. He started to say something but she looked at him and tossed the small bag she had with her on his desk.
“What's this?” He said....something didn't feel right....it didn't feel right at all. Something stank of a trap.
“Open it.” She said, looking at him like she was enjoying this...which she was. He gulped, this was not what he had in mind, he wasn't in control and he didn't like it. Richard opened the bag and his old heart had the shock of a lifetime.
“I want my car.” This little angel said, her cherry red hair shinning under the light as she moved in closer. “I -really- want my car.” Richard would have sworn on a stack of bibles that she grow ten feet and was suddenly covered in light. He wanted to count the money, but knew that would only insult her.
“It's all there champ.” She said with a laugh and leaned back into the back of her chair. Richard the sales man was visibly shaken, in his whole life he had never seen so much money.
“There's even a little extra for you...I just want my goddamn car.” She said, her voice starting to take on a strange accent, one he could just barely place.
“Who are you really?” He asked gulping down air, he hadn't realized that he was holding his breath, but now he recognized her. He saw her on the news every once and a while...and now she didn't seem like an angel, but a devil.
“I think you already know who I am.” She said causally. “But I told you, my name is Mary.” Richard nearly collapsed, his heart still beating over time. He wasn't as young as he looked, which didn't say much as his graying hair belied his 40-something years.
“I'll have it to you at the end of the week.” He said closing the bag firmly.
“I'll have someone stop by and check on Friday.” She said, “That gives you a week.”
“You wont kill me if I don't have it will you?” He asked in a rush. She looked hurt and then smiled at him,
“Richie dear heart, I don't kill over a cars....anymore.” She said getting up and leaving.
After he got up and closed the door behind the woman who just rocked his world, and hard, he sat down and began to giggle.


When she drove down the lane and saw her home she couldn't help but smile. It was the first place that was -hers- and only hers...Sure she had a lot of people living with her...but that was -her- choice for once. She drove her little jeep up to the gate and let it scan the tattoo she had on her wrist. It was the first one she had gotten, and was in memory of her Uncle Aaron who died when she was a kid. He had been her favorite family member, one of the few who she had loved and respected. When the gate opened two members of her crew stepped out of the little guard house hidden by a couple of trees. You couldn't see them from the gate, but she knew they could see everyone coming and going. It was one of her brother's ideas. As the oldest Magnus felt that he had to be in charge of security, it went back to when they were kids and Emily had no one to protect her. Emily had since gathered a large following to do just that, but Magnus still felt like he had to protect her.
“Hey Em.” The larger of the two said, waving and smiling. “I thought you were getting a new car today?” He asked, disappointed, he -really- wanted to see a new Corvette. The little guy beside him didn't say anything, but she could see it on his face as well.
“Guys,” She said with a laugh “They don't just keep the Z06 2LZ on the lot.”
“Heh...course not.” The bigger one, Ewan said. Emily laughed and kept driving, leaving the guys to think about her new car, and when she'd get it.
When she pulled up to the house her long time friend Josh was waiting for her.
“Hey Stupid.” She said getting out of the jeep.
“'Lo Em.” He said walking up to her. “Long time no see.” He said giving her a hug. Josh, or Stupid as he had been nicknamed 'back in the day' had been gone for a couple of months, trying to get some information about his ex girlfriend who had turned up in front of the gate...and not in the living category.
“Find out anything?” Emily asked, hugging him close and giving him the comfort she could feel he needed.
“No. Tavis is dead though.” He said simply.
“Let's go inside and talk about it.” She said grimly. Stupid was a couple of years younger then herself. They went to High school together when she actually went to school, before she became 'independent.' They started to walk back inside as another one of their old school friends walked out of the house. He was tall and while he looked like a skinny guy, Adam was anything but. When they went to school together, Adam had been tall and a little on the scrawny side. Working too much to ever get any fat on his bones. His arms had always been thick, his chest...well...Emily had always wanted to know what that chest felt like. There had always been a sort of...deep affection between the two of them, but as he had once said to her, she was too old for him...she hadn't liked that at the time, she was only two years older then him, but back then, it really was a huge difference. At least...back then...in High school. Now she didn't really see why it was an issue, although she hadn't asked him about it since that day years ago. Maybe it was pride.
“It's okay Em.” Stupid said as they walked up to Adam. “It's all good. Every thing's even. Or as even as they can get.” He added looking at Adam who grinned.
“Yup. The walking dildo is avenged.” Adam said smacking Stupid on the back. While anyone else would get very pissed off about there dead ex girlfriend being called “The Walking Dildo” Stupid laughed right along with Adam. It was another one of those things that when back to high school, it was always a big toss back in time when these three got together. The girl had gotten the nickname from Adam because when she was cold she'd pretty much vibrate, and being very tall and very skinny with no hint of a shape at all....she looked like a human vibrator.
“That's always good to know.” Emily said putting an arm around each of their heads and walking inside.
Some one inside had been watching, an even older friend of Emily's who had been with her through everything. He smiled watching them laugh and joke around. It took years of weight off her shoulders when she talked to those two. Always healthy as she had the weight of a lot of peoples worlds on her shoulders. Being the boss of a large crew did not make for good hearts, but they sure needed them. She hadn't come into this life entirely by choice, half of it was hers from before she even knew it, but the other half, the lighter, brighter, nicer half was hers alone. She had created it. It made his own heart lighter to see that running this crew had gone back to a more family approach. After all, he had watched her Dad run it into the ground, and saw how she managed to bring it back up. A strange way to put it, but she gave new life to the old crimes and everyone had been doing a lot better. Fiscally that was. That girl knew how to make money.


Later that night, when all the home coming parties had been laid to rest, Emily, Josh, Adam, Chris and a couple of others were sitting around the fire talking.
“We need a little bit of cash to keep one of our projects afloat.” Chris said, the unofficial banker.
“How much?” Josh asked smiling.
“Only a couple of grand.” Chris said with a shrug. “Not too much.” He looked at Emily who was currently sucking back a cigar.
“Well, boys, make it happen.” She stated from the head of the table. That piece of business over with they started talking about other problems, until someone mentioned one that wasn't ready to be discussed.
“What are we going to do about Andy?” Someone asked and everyone looked at Emily. She sat there smoking until one of the guys who had been quiet, a tall tanned guy named Derek, started to answer.
“We...deal with him the same way we would deal with anyone else. It's duty. It's the way it's always been.” He rubbed his face in his hands and looked at her. “We can't really do anything but deal with it...we'd look soft.” He said with a little more anger in his voice then necessary.
“Yeah. Someone fucks us over and we deal with it.” Emily said. “Doesn't matter if there friends or not. Friends wouldn't fuck each other over.” She said adamantly. Everyone else nodded and that was that. There was no more new business, and they were all tired.
“Alright guys, g'night. I'm going to bed to dream of my new car.” Emily said with a laugh. Everyone else said there good nights and Josh kicked Adam under the table, but before he could get up Derek was up and following behind Emily. The two boys waited for everyone else to leave and Josh shook his head at Adam.
“What the fuck dude?” He asked.
“What?” Adam said yawning.
“You should have followed her. If you got up faster you might be tucking her in now.” Josh said shaking his head once more.
“Yeah. Well...how weird would it be if I got close to the boss?” Adam asked tiredly.
“Dude....Adam....she'd never make it strange for you.” He said laughing at his friends stupidity.
“I blew her off once when we were young.” Adam said looking at his feet.
“I know.” Josh said, getting up. “She told me once that she thought she was going crazy...because she liked you, then a couple of days later...when I asked her about it, she said she was too old to be thinking about high school crushes....what did you say to her?” Josh said, stretching his legs.
“I uh...told her she was too old.” Adam said sheepishly.
“Dude. Your fucked. You know Em's pride better then any of us.” Josh said with a loud laugh.


Derek followed Emily up to her room, keeping a couple of steps behind her. When she paused at the doorway he took a couple of steps up to her and waited for her to turn around.
“Racki?” She asked, not bothering to turn.
“Yup.” He said, reaching out for her.
“It's awful dark tonight.” She said, her voice trembling just a little.
“Want some company?” He asked, touching her arm lightly. She turned to face him, her eyes dark and troubled. She simply nodded and looked at him, her world getting to be a little to heavy for her to bare. He remembered when she was so...innocent. Back when they first met, she was only 17 back then, and had just gotten her drivers license. She was a big girl now though, ten years later. She had made her fortune her own way...after a sort. Money from an accident as a child had given her a good start from when she had nothing, and she had him help her invest in some...questionable enterprises because she simply didn't know anything better at the time. Then, she became the boss of her own little crime syndicate. He never would have figured her for a boss. But here she was, and she was his boss -of all people-. The little girl who was 'a good influence' ended up being a crime lord. Only in this world. ...And yeah, it was a large chunk his fault. He helped corrupt her, but at least it wasn't all his fault.
“What eating at ya?” He asked her as she wrapped herself up in his arms.
“Nothing. Everything. I think I need to get happy.” She said, looking up at him. She was 5'9 at the most, and he was at least 6'3.
“No, Emmy, you don't need anything like that.” He said, holding her. She had a problem with drugs in the past, and in their life it was hard to say no. But they needed her brain, they needed her, and he was the resident doctor, but he was her friend first. If she said she really wanted some, she'd get some, but he would try to talk her out of it first. She sighed,
“Yeah. Your right.” She said, hugging him then letting him go. “You know what...Racki hunny, I think I just want to hang out alone, and veg out.” She said smiling.
“You sure you'll be okay?” Racki asked.
“Yeah babe.” She said with a half hearted smile.

Down the hallway Adam and Chris were munching out in the kitchen. Chris was a bigger man, not what you'd call fat, but not one you'd call skinny either. He was a dwarf compared to Adam though, hell, he wasn't much taller then Emily.
“So, how do you think we should get the money?” Adam asked Chris between a mouthful of sandwich.
“Adam, your the main man for things like this, it's up to you.” Chris said mowing down a hamburger.
“Hmm... Alright. But you know someone might get hurt right?” He said looking at him.
“Just don't bang up the good name too too bad.” Chris said with a laugh. Adam was the residential thug, the redneck and the strong arm of the crew. No one questioned his acts, they were never random and they always got the job done.
“No worries. I wouldn't do anything to get Em in trouble.” Adam said slugging back a beer.
“Well. If you did...you know what would happen.” Chris said, his voice going flat. Adam stopped and looked at him.
“What?” He asked.
“Well...” Chris started out “No one is safe from the guardian.” He said rather mysteriously. Adam raised and eyebrow and looked at him.
“Your kidding right?” He asked.
“Kind of.” Chris said uncomfortably. “The old guys say that if you piss off the boss, or hurt our image, there's this guy who will make sure it doesn't happen again....And it doesn't matter how good of friends with her you are.” Chris said, interrupted before Adam could state that little fact. Adam just kept drinking his beer and looked at the floor.
“Well...thanks....” He said a little uneasy. Life was easier when you didn't know those kinds of facts. “What kinda name is 'the Guardian' though?” He asked Chris, trying to chuckle it off. Chris looked a little uncomfortable at the question.
“I don't fucking know, it's what Racki said.” He mumbled, looking slightly embarrassed. Sure it was the name he made up, but he didn't want to look like a soft idiot in front of the thug.
“Hmm.” Was all he said, giving Chris a weird look. He didn't really think Racki could come up with such a....fem like name. They finished the munching and cleaned up, talking about the recent hockey game. They parted ways when everything was tidy, each going off in his own thoughts, off to their rooms.
Adam turned a corner and saw Emily sitting outside the window on her private deck. He went around to another door and walked around the house so her was just under her. She didn't see him, and he watched her for a little while. She was leaning on the railing, a far off look on her face, her eyes almost misty, she looked like she in between a memory and a dream. Her pale skin shone in the moonlight, her shoulder length red hair hanging around her face, moving slightly in a breeze Adam couldn't see. He reached up and gently gave a tug on her ankle. She barely twitched, barely moved, lost in another world. Once more he pulled, his time a little harder and was rewarded with a good swift kick.
“Ouch.” Was all he could say, moving into a better spot for her to see him. She started to laugh and apologize.
“I should have known it was you.” She said, watching as he climbed up the deck.
“Yeah. Well.” He said with a big dopey grin.
“What's up?” She asked, leaning against the railing again, looking up at he old friend.
“Nothing, just wandering around.” He said stretching out his arms. Emily didn't know when he was still, even in his sleep was always moving around.
“Hmm.” She said sighing.
“What's up with you?” Adam said, and she looked at him, he hadn't changed in ten years, he still had the big grin plastered on his face, the slightly maniacal, grin. He was still tall and lean, tan from always working, with well toned arms and scars on his hands from building houses when he was young. He arms and hands always looked a good couple of years older then he really was. His black hair was cut short like always and covered by a hat. He had high cheek bones and his brown eyes always seemed to have a joke in them, she read eyes better then anybody, and the only time she didn't see anything in his was when he went out and had a bit too much fun. Right now they were stormy, almost troubled, but happy...still smiling and joking around he was a little upset. Not that he would ever tell you that, she knew him well enough to be able to see it in the way he carried himself. Under his Stanfield a black tee shirt clung onto his body, with the Stanfield covering his body, she couldn't see the six pack and the muscles she knew was there. He didn't give a rat damn about his clothes, and he only cared what his hair looked like when she stole his hat and mused it up. They were all still teenagers at heart, none of them had a reason to grow up.
“Nothing. Everything and nothing.” She said and he nodded. It was a typical answer, she couldn't turn her mind off, it was always over analyzing everything in life.
“Wanna go for a ride?” He asked lighting a smoke.
“Sure.” She said with a smile, “just let me get my jacket.”
“Nope, we gotta head now.” He said with a laugh, grabbing her by the arm and leading her through her room and the house out to the truck she helped 'finance' for him. He ignored her protests until they were in the truck and driving down to the gate.
“Where are we going that I couldn't grab my coat?” She asked, sniffling.
“You don't need one, I'll turn up the heat.” He said as they were cleared through the gate, waiting for the truck to warm up before doing so. She sat there, looking out the window at the stars and when they had been driving for awhile with the heat blasting she took off her sweater. Adam had to keep his mind on the road as they took a couple of turns and were soon out on the main highway. She was wearing a tank top, almost like a pajama shirt, nothing fancy, and nothing too thick. He couldn't help but stare at her nipples under her shirt. He turned off the heat and opened his window, lighting another smoke.
“Did I heat you out?” She asked, looking at him with a smile.
“Yup.” He said, inhaling. “Nothing I can't handle.” He said chuckling, handing her his smoke while he quickly took off his Stanfield. They didn't say much, just drove farther out of town. They pulled over at a lake just 20 minutes out of town and lit a joint.
“Remember when we used to go out here and light a bonfire?” Adam asked, the silence finally becoming too thick. The music had faded away a while ago, and neither had moved to re-start the CD.
“Heh...when we used to come out here and drink and you used to light things on fire?” Emily corrected laughing, handing him the joint.
“Yeah.” He said remembering good times. He shifted in his seat so he could sit with his back towards the window and look at her, was it his fault the window was open and her nipples were getting hard?
“I'm cold.” She said, forgetting about her sweater.
“Come sit by me.” He said, his heart blaring a trumpet in celebration. She started to move closer and he turned off the lights before shifting so she could lay in his lap. She smiled up at him, resting her head on his stomach, and he wrapped his arms around her.
“Warmer?” He asked, and she moved her arms, wrapping his around her better, and placing her hand on his leg.
“Yeah.” She said, yawning. “Remember back in school when I wanted to be rich and famous?” She asked with a giggle at the memory. Adam laughed,
“Yes, well, you got what you wanted.” He said kissing the top of her head.
“Kinda. I've got some scratch, and I'm happy, but it's not what I would have figured.” She said, moving up a bit more. He rested his head on hers and grazed her cheek with a kiss as she moved once more, putting them face to face.
“Hmm.” Was all he said, he couldn't resit it any longer, and covered her mouth with his. She tasted so good, and readily returned his kiss. His hands found there way under he clothes and quickly up to her breasts. Hot and hungry lips dominated her mouth as her breath came quicker and quicker. She moved so she was on top of him, straddling him as he slid down so he could lay down with her tight, hot little body on him. He quickly stripped her shirt off as his mouth was conquered as quickly as he dominated hers. The windows of his truck fogged up as he played with her breasts, she was tugging on his pants, and his hard cock was begging to be freed. His hands went to his buttons but she moved his hands away and slid down so she could unbutton them with her teeth. As she grazed his cock stars nearly exploded in front of his eyes. He tried to help her get them unbuttoned but was bitten for his troubles. Finally they were undone with much teasing and she got them off of him, his cock was rock hard in front of her, sticking straight up from his boxers. He took them off before she could object and she grinned like a Cheshire cat as she slowed moved her body up and took his cock in her mouth. He guided her head down with his hand as she sucked hard going deep.
This time stars did explode and a low moan poured forth from his lips as he pushed her head down farther. She sucked back his cock greedily as he started to thrust in time with her. One hand grabbed hair as the pleasure grew and he moaned again louder as her mouth enveloped his achingly hard member. He closed his eyes and bucked as his hot spunk flowed into her mouth, stars, moons, rainbows exploded and danced on his mind as he found release. Spent, he looked at her as she smiled and moved up to cuddle with him. He grinned from ear to ear and kissed her cheek, he couldn't even think of anything to say. She wiped her mouth and went into the glove compartment seeking mints. She found some and ate a couple, Adam kissed her after her breath was de-spermed and fondled her breasts. The only thing he could think to say was
“Hmm” in a very satisfied way. She cuddled up to him and realized he might not be as spent as he thought he was. His cock was slowly working itself hard again and he started rubbing her nipples, playing with them between his fingers. His left hand wandered down to her waist line and started playing with her buttons. He effortlessly got her pants undone and off then started to tease her by softly stroking her warm box through her panties. After a little bit of teasing he was rubbing her clit with his thumb and pushing his fingers deep inside of her wet pussy. Licking one nipple he suddenly stopped, a wicked gleam in his eyes. She looked at him breathlessly, a little annoyed at his sudden stop. He got up and shifted so he could open the door and then motioned for her to move closer to the open door.
“What the fuck?” She asked, her eyes begging for more. She moved closer to him and got close, rubbing her body up against him. They were standing just out side of the truck and he turned her around, bending her over the seat of the truck. She ground up against him as he pushed her down and his cock quivered with excitement. She wiggled her ass in front of him and he felt his dick grow painfully harder, nothing in his body wanted to be anywhere but inside of her. He moved her hand so it could glide him inside of her and pumped deep inside of her.
“Oh Fuck me.” She moaned as he pulled almost all the way out then rammed her hard, his shaft burying itself inside of her.
“That's the plan.” He said pumping harder, nearly bruising her skin where he grabbed it, moving her body in time with his as he thrusted deeper inside of her. She couldn't believe the size of his member, every time she thought he was all the way in, he managed to go deeper, hitting the walls of her cavity. She couldn't stop the moaning scream that tore from her lips as she reached her climax, and was amazed as he kept going.
“Oh Adam.” She said as he took her to new heights.
“Holy Fuck.” He said as he went balls deep inside of her, buried to the base in her warm pussy. He didn't think he could hold it back any longer, and quickly pulled out before any of his little men could escape. He cursed himself for not being better prepared as he had to finish himself off, coming into his hand. “Holy Fuck.” He said once more, swaying on the spot. Dimly he thought of wiping his hands, cleaning up, but his mind was dulled instantly by the afterglow of a good, hell, great fuck.