Firmhanded_Daddy
reborn in flame
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Another teeth grating convention. Kissing ass always irritated him but it was a nessicary evil in politics. This particular convention though placed a nice big lump lf lead in his gut. He was good at reading people, and his father had something up his sleeve. Normally Craig Masterson Sr. floated around the crowd, kissing ass, trying to garner support for his up and coming son to run for governor, but today he spent nearly all his time talking with Mr. Wilson and his wife. For the life of him Craig could not recall their names. They were laughing, patting each other on the back, talking.
He scoured his mind trying to recall anything he could remember about the Wilson’s. They were new to the political scene but they had money which would eventually equal pull. He seemed to remember they had a daughter and she wasn’t half bad looking. One time at a convention he recalled thinking he could bounce a fucking quarter off that hot little ass of hers. He had contemplated what he might do to her if he could get a few drinks in her. Wait there she was and she was looking at him. That was a glare, one that could cut.
Wait… No. Not a fucking chance. He was not about to let this happen. Not like this! He closed the distance, ignoring people as they tried to speak with him. He brushed hands aside and almost knocked some old lady in a walker on her ass. Fuck he hated political conventions! He closed the distance just in time to hear words he dreaded that confirmed his suspicions. He wanted to vomit.
“…you know it and I know it. Without a wife on his arms he just will not get votes. You have to sell the family man image and I think this would be the perfect move to do just that. She is young, attractive, full of energy. With your pull and mine it will be a sure thing. – Ah there he is now. Son, meet Marcus Wilson.”
He froze, he had enough poise to not let his mouth flap open. It was a deer in the headlights moment though. Gathering himself he knew, deep down that he had no bloody choice. Extending his hand he plastered on. Extending his hand he took Marcus’ and shook it firmly. “A pleasure to meet you sir. I am sorry we have not had the chance to talk before this but you know how things are in politics. Always moving, always trying to stay ahead of the curve. So what is my father talking your ear off about?”
The older man turned with a smile. He spoke with a rich voice that belied his age. “Well, Craig we were talking about how you should meet my daughter. I’ve watched you for a while. Good head on your shoulders and you know how to put your finger on the pulse and squeeze it if need be. That is just the sort of man my little girl needs. Someone to ground her, keep her head out of the clouds and give her some responsibility. I’m afraid with my work I simply cannot keep up with her. Speaking of which where is she…?”
Craig Sr. spoke up, patting his son on the back. “I’ll go track her down. Son why don’t you get to know the future in’laws?”
Craig was the shadow of his father in looks. Just over six feet he towered over most people, and those broad shoulders were enough to give a petty thief pause despite the fact that he dressed every bit the wealthy man. Short brown hair kept neatly trimmed to his head an homage of his military service. Deep blue eyes shone with intensity; they were hard not to stare into. Beneath the fancy suit his body was hard and lean. He made sure to keep it that way.
The words pierced the façade and he jerked his head toward his father. Hissing softly toward him “WHAT?!?”
The shock was clear as day on his features. Eyes wide as half dollars he stared after his father. The old man literally cackled and disappeared into the crowd. Craig Jr. wore a look of sheer terror on his face and looked as if he were on the brink of fleeing. A strong hand clapped onto his shoulders with skeletal fingers, digging into the thick muscle beneath the flesh. The voice of the owner dropped to a firm whisper.
“Yes son lets talk. This is not up for negotiation. Your father and I have already made this deal and you and my daughter are going to follow it through and like it. This is the best thing for your career. No one will vote for a bachelor. You have a year to start getting support before the ballot box opens. You will be ever bit of the happy couple in front of those cameras. Do you hear me? Or so help me god I. Will. Ruin. You.”
Craig’s eyes lit up. Nothing pissed him off more than someone trying to threaten him. He closed some of the distance between them and put his hand on Marcus’ shoulder. Squeezing roughly of his own right with that fake ass smile on his lips he spoke in a soft, lethal growl. “You think for one second I will put up with your bullying, your threats old man? One phone call and your precious little princess goes back to jail, and your family is done. So don’t try to threaten me, Marcus. You are doing this to hang on my coat tails. Remember that.”
The older man’s spine straightened, his shoulders squared. The young upstarts word had stung his pride. Beside him his wife who had held her piece the entire time reached out, digging her nails into his forearm. He put on a fake smile of his own and clasped Craig Jr. on the shoulder. “Of course, of course you are right my boy.” Loud enough to draw attention, everyone was happy, smiling, the two families were getting on well.
Craig Sr. took that moment to appear. “Look who I found?”
Craig Jr. turned and all political facades dropped, his mouth hung slightly open and one word found it’s way out of his lips. “Damn”
He scoured his mind trying to recall anything he could remember about the Wilson’s. They were new to the political scene but they had money which would eventually equal pull. He seemed to remember they had a daughter and she wasn’t half bad looking. One time at a convention he recalled thinking he could bounce a fucking quarter off that hot little ass of hers. He had contemplated what he might do to her if he could get a few drinks in her. Wait there she was and she was looking at him. That was a glare, one that could cut.
Wait… No. Not a fucking chance. He was not about to let this happen. Not like this! He closed the distance, ignoring people as they tried to speak with him. He brushed hands aside and almost knocked some old lady in a walker on her ass. Fuck he hated political conventions! He closed the distance just in time to hear words he dreaded that confirmed his suspicions. He wanted to vomit.
“…you know it and I know it. Without a wife on his arms he just will not get votes. You have to sell the family man image and I think this would be the perfect move to do just that. She is young, attractive, full of energy. With your pull and mine it will be a sure thing. – Ah there he is now. Son, meet Marcus Wilson.”
He froze, he had enough poise to not let his mouth flap open. It was a deer in the headlights moment though. Gathering himself he knew, deep down that he had no bloody choice. Extending his hand he plastered on. Extending his hand he took Marcus’ and shook it firmly. “A pleasure to meet you sir. I am sorry we have not had the chance to talk before this but you know how things are in politics. Always moving, always trying to stay ahead of the curve. So what is my father talking your ear off about?”
The older man turned with a smile. He spoke with a rich voice that belied his age. “Well, Craig we were talking about how you should meet my daughter. I’ve watched you for a while. Good head on your shoulders and you know how to put your finger on the pulse and squeeze it if need be. That is just the sort of man my little girl needs. Someone to ground her, keep her head out of the clouds and give her some responsibility. I’m afraid with my work I simply cannot keep up with her. Speaking of which where is she…?”
Craig Sr. spoke up, patting his son on the back. “I’ll go track her down. Son why don’t you get to know the future in’laws?”
Craig was the shadow of his father in looks. Just over six feet he towered over most people, and those broad shoulders were enough to give a petty thief pause despite the fact that he dressed every bit the wealthy man. Short brown hair kept neatly trimmed to his head an homage of his military service. Deep blue eyes shone with intensity; they were hard not to stare into. Beneath the fancy suit his body was hard and lean. He made sure to keep it that way.
The words pierced the façade and he jerked his head toward his father. Hissing softly toward him “WHAT?!?”
The shock was clear as day on his features. Eyes wide as half dollars he stared after his father. The old man literally cackled and disappeared into the crowd. Craig Jr. wore a look of sheer terror on his face and looked as if he were on the brink of fleeing. A strong hand clapped onto his shoulders with skeletal fingers, digging into the thick muscle beneath the flesh. The voice of the owner dropped to a firm whisper.
“Yes son lets talk. This is not up for negotiation. Your father and I have already made this deal and you and my daughter are going to follow it through and like it. This is the best thing for your career. No one will vote for a bachelor. You have a year to start getting support before the ballot box opens. You will be ever bit of the happy couple in front of those cameras. Do you hear me? Or so help me god I. Will. Ruin. You.”
Craig’s eyes lit up. Nothing pissed him off more than someone trying to threaten him. He closed some of the distance between them and put his hand on Marcus’ shoulder. Squeezing roughly of his own right with that fake ass smile on his lips he spoke in a soft, lethal growl. “You think for one second I will put up with your bullying, your threats old man? One phone call and your precious little princess goes back to jail, and your family is done. So don’t try to threaten me, Marcus. You are doing this to hang on my coat tails. Remember that.”
The older man’s spine straightened, his shoulders squared. The young upstarts word had stung his pride. Beside him his wife who had held her piece the entire time reached out, digging her nails into his forearm. He put on a fake smile of his own and clasped Craig Jr. on the shoulder. “Of course, of course you are right my boy.” Loud enough to draw attention, everyone was happy, smiling, the two families were getting on well.
Craig Sr. took that moment to appear. “Look who I found?”
Craig Jr. turned and all political facades dropped, his mouth hung slightly open and one word found it’s way out of his lips. “Damn”