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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
36
Views:
9,400
Reviews:
50
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Running Blind
Title: Running Blind
Author: Midnighteyes
Pairing: ?
Rating: R for strong language.
Wanted to thank my beta-Brittney
Disclaimer: This story if for entertainment only.. These characters are fictional.. No profit is being made off this story..
Summary: My life was never my own, for you see I was bought and payed for. I never had a choice of what he did to me, I was nothing but a slave for his pleasure.
ATT: For some reason my name got deleted off my stories, so i am redoing them.. Please even if you read this, review and let me know your still with me..
Chapter 1
“Is everything ready?” Brad asked as he opened the package that was delivered just minutes earlier.
“Yeah, everything is ready to go,” the voice coming over the speakerphone said.
“Then it’s time for me to make contact.”
“Remember, Brad, Don’t fuck this up! You only have one shot at this. It was hard for me to set this up!”
Brad laughed. “Me fuck up?”
“I mean it, Brad. Go in there and take care of business. You know how to get a hold of me if you need me. Be careful!”
“I will.”
The disembodied voice over the speakerphone went silent.
Pulling out the contents of the package, Brad sat down, scanning the information on the papers. As he finished reading the page he set it down, seeing an 8x10 photograph of his future boss. Whispering to himself, “I do have to say your one big mother fucker, Mr. Diesel.” Staring at the photo for several minutes, he continued to go through the information about Mr. Diesel. Brad needed to learn everything about him, even down to how he likes his coffee.
A knock on the door several hours later startled Brad back to reality.
“Hon, are you in there?”
”Yeah, come in,” Brad said as he shoved the papers back into the envelope.
“Sorry to bother you but I was starting to get worried. You’ve been in here for so long.”
“It’s okay, honey. I was just working on something.”
“Is there anything I can help you with?”
“Not really, just doing some reading.”
“Come join us for dinner. Shiloh wants to see her daddy”
“Okay, sweetheart, just give me a few more minutes.”
“Don’t be too long or I’ll send Shiloh to come get you.”
Brad made a mock look of horror spread across his face. “No, don’t do that to me, anything but that.”
“Five minutes and that is all you’re getting,” Angelina said laughing as she went out the door.
Staring at the envelope that was sitting on the table, Brad knew his time with his family was coming to an end. He needed to enjoy what little time he had left with them.
Getting up, he headed toward the kitchen where he knew his lovely wife would be.
“There you are. Would you be a dear and go get Shiloh for me? Dinner is ready.”
“Okay.” Brad smiled as he headed for the back door, beyond which he heard loud giggles. As he walked around the corner of the house, he saw his little angel rolling around on the grass with a puppy licking her face.
“Shiloh, sweetheart, it’s time for dinner.”
Upon hearing her daddy’s voice, Shiloh pushed the puppy off her. She jumped up and ran over to hi, screaming, “dddaaaddddyyyyy!”
“There’s my sweetheart.”
Grabbing his leg, she hugged him to her. “Daddy, did you come out to play with me?”
“No, princess, it’s time for dinner. You need to come in and wash up.”
“Nnnnooooooo, come play with me and Rango.”
“We can’t – mom is waiting for us.”
Pouting, Shiloh slowly started walking towards the back door, holding o to her daddy’s hand.
“Can we play with Rango after dinner, daddy?”
“We sure can, if it’s still light out,” Brad said as he reached down to pick up his princess.
As dinner was finishing up, Brad looked up and smiled at Angelina.
“This was really good, sweetheart. You outdid yourself again.”
Blushing, Angelina smiled back.
“I got some good news today – I might have a new job. I’m supposed to go and see about it tomorrow. They say the pay is great.”
“Oh. What will you be doing?”
“Just running errands, stuff like that.”
“What kind of errands? I don’t understand.”
“Angelina, please. Honey, listen, it’s a job.”
“But…”
“Listen, I know I let you down, but I promise you it has nothing to do with drugs. I know it’s hard to believe me, after spending several years in prison for drug trafficking, but you and Shiloh are my world and I would never do anything to hurt you. I don’t want to go back to that kind of life.”
Angelina stared into Brad’s eyes, trying to weigh the truth in his words.
Brad sighed before picking up his bottle of beer and taking a long swig. He could see Angelina struggling to believe him. “Sweetheart, I’m just running errands. That’s all, I promise.”
“Okay.” A slow trembling smile spread across her face.
Brad got up, moving around the table. Getting down on one knee, he took one of his wife’s hands into his own. “Listen, sweetheart, I just want to provide for you and my daughter. Is that so bad, wanting to give you nice things?”
Angelina brought her other hand up, caressing his cheek, her eyes misted over. “You know all I want is for us to be a family, to be together and to be happy.”
“I know, honey, I want the same things but I need to provide for my two ladies. I want to make sure they have everything they could ever want.”
“DDDDDaaaaaadddddyyyyy. Can we go out side now?”
“Honey, it’s getting late.”
“But you promised.”
“Okay, okay,” Brad laughed. “I did promise, didn’t I?”
“Hurray!” Shiloh screamed as she jumped up from the table and started for the back door.
Later that night, after putting his daughter to bed, Brad went back to his office. Setting his beer down, he pulled the papers out of the envelope, glancing over them with a curious eye.
(It seems like you have dipped your hands into everything, Mr. Diesel: Extortion, Drugs, and Prostitution, Pornography…Even murder. I would have to say; you’re a man of many talents.)
Closing his eyes, Brad laid his head back against the couch, slipping off to sleep.
Thirty minutes later Angelina came into the room and saw that Brad had fallen asleep. She didn’t have the heart to wake him up. Reaching over, she grabbed a throw placed across the back of the couch and laid it gently over him, placing a tender kiss on his forehead. Straightening up, she slowly walked to the door and closed it after passing through.
TBC
I Promise this story is going to be awesome. Going to have a lot of twist and turns....
Author: Midnighteyes
Pairing: ?
Rating: R for strong language.
Wanted to thank my beta-Brittney
Disclaimer: This story if for entertainment only.. These characters are fictional.. No profit is being made off this story..
Summary: My life was never my own, for you see I was bought and payed for. I never had a choice of what he did to me, I was nothing but a slave for his pleasure.
ATT: For some reason my name got deleted off my stories, so i am redoing them.. Please even if you read this, review and let me know your still with me..
Chapter 1
“Is everything ready?” Brad asked as he opened the package that was delivered just minutes earlier.
“Yeah, everything is ready to go,” the voice coming over the speakerphone said.
“Then it’s time for me to make contact.”
“Remember, Brad, Don’t fuck this up! You only have one shot at this. It was hard for me to set this up!”
Brad laughed. “Me fuck up?”
“I mean it, Brad. Go in there and take care of business. You know how to get a hold of me if you need me. Be careful!”
“I will.”
The disembodied voice over the speakerphone went silent.
Pulling out the contents of the package, Brad sat down, scanning the information on the papers. As he finished reading the page he set it down, seeing an 8x10 photograph of his future boss. Whispering to himself, “I do have to say your one big mother fucker, Mr. Diesel.” Staring at the photo for several minutes, he continued to go through the information about Mr. Diesel. Brad needed to learn everything about him, even down to how he likes his coffee.
A knock on the door several hours later startled Brad back to reality.
“Hon, are you in there?”
”Yeah, come in,” Brad said as he shoved the papers back into the envelope.
“Sorry to bother you but I was starting to get worried. You’ve been in here for so long.”
“It’s okay, honey. I was just working on something.”
“Is there anything I can help you with?”
“Not really, just doing some reading.”
“Come join us for dinner. Shiloh wants to see her daddy”
“Okay, sweetheart, just give me a few more minutes.”
“Don’t be too long or I’ll send Shiloh to come get you.”
Brad made a mock look of horror spread across his face. “No, don’t do that to me, anything but that.”
“Five minutes and that is all you’re getting,” Angelina said laughing as she went out the door.
Staring at the envelope that was sitting on the table, Brad knew his time with his family was coming to an end. He needed to enjoy what little time he had left with them.
Getting up, he headed toward the kitchen where he knew his lovely wife would be.
“There you are. Would you be a dear and go get Shiloh for me? Dinner is ready.”
“Okay.” Brad smiled as he headed for the back door, beyond which he heard loud giggles. As he walked around the corner of the house, he saw his little angel rolling around on the grass with a puppy licking her face.
“Shiloh, sweetheart, it’s time for dinner.”
Upon hearing her daddy’s voice, Shiloh pushed the puppy off her. She jumped up and ran over to hi, screaming, “dddaaaddddyyyyy!”
“There’s my sweetheart.”
Grabbing his leg, she hugged him to her. “Daddy, did you come out to play with me?”
“No, princess, it’s time for dinner. You need to come in and wash up.”
“Nnnnooooooo, come play with me and Rango.”
“We can’t – mom is waiting for us.”
Pouting, Shiloh slowly started walking towards the back door, holding o to her daddy’s hand.
“Can we play with Rango after dinner, daddy?”
“We sure can, if it’s still light out,” Brad said as he reached down to pick up his princess.
As dinner was finishing up, Brad looked up and smiled at Angelina.
“This was really good, sweetheart. You outdid yourself again.”
Blushing, Angelina smiled back.
“I got some good news today – I might have a new job. I’m supposed to go and see about it tomorrow. They say the pay is great.”
“Oh. What will you be doing?”
“Just running errands, stuff like that.”
“What kind of errands? I don’t understand.”
“Angelina, please. Honey, listen, it’s a job.”
“But…”
“Listen, I know I let you down, but I promise you it has nothing to do with drugs. I know it’s hard to believe me, after spending several years in prison for drug trafficking, but you and Shiloh are my world and I would never do anything to hurt you. I don’t want to go back to that kind of life.”
Angelina stared into Brad’s eyes, trying to weigh the truth in his words.
Brad sighed before picking up his bottle of beer and taking a long swig. He could see Angelina struggling to believe him. “Sweetheart, I’m just running errands. That’s all, I promise.”
“Okay.” A slow trembling smile spread across her face.
Brad got up, moving around the table. Getting down on one knee, he took one of his wife’s hands into his own. “Listen, sweetheart, I just want to provide for you and my daughter. Is that so bad, wanting to give you nice things?”
Angelina brought her other hand up, caressing his cheek, her eyes misted over. “You know all I want is for us to be a family, to be together and to be happy.”
“I know, honey, I want the same things but I need to provide for my two ladies. I want to make sure they have everything they could ever want.”
“DDDDDaaaaaadddddyyyyy. Can we go out side now?”
“Honey, it’s getting late.”
“But you promised.”
“Okay, okay,” Brad laughed. “I did promise, didn’t I?”
“Hurray!” Shiloh screamed as she jumped up from the table and started for the back door.
Later that night, after putting his daughter to bed, Brad went back to his office. Setting his beer down, he pulled the papers out of the envelope, glancing over them with a curious eye.
(It seems like you have dipped your hands into everything, Mr. Diesel: Extortion, Drugs, and Prostitution, Pornography…Even murder. I would have to say; you’re a man of many talents.)
Closing his eyes, Brad laid his head back against the couch, slipping off to sleep.
Thirty minutes later Angelina came into the room and saw that Brad had fallen asleep. She didn’t have the heart to wake him up. Reaching over, she grabbed a throw placed across the back of the couch and laid it gently over him, placing a tender kiss on his forehead. Straightening up, she slowly walked to the door and closed it after passing through.
TBC
I Promise this story is going to be awesome. Going to have a lot of twist and turns....