My Hero

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Aubrey Daniels
Age: 18


It had been a little over 4 years ago when it had all happened. I had been kidnapped at the age of 14...when this all went down, my nanny was killed right after they had taken out Jacob...the body guard assigned to watch over me.

Jacob was great. He was a lot nicer than the others that had been assigned to me...he was young for a guard. Almost like the big brother I never had...

I hadn't known the whole story back then but according to others, he fought hard to get me back...my hero. He took on those that got me and rescued me from them. Putting his life in danger just to save mine.

My father was grateful for all that Jacob had done but when he recovered, he let him go.

That was the last time I had seen him.

Now, 4 years later, I was 18 and had gotten in contact with Jacob..well, his secretary really. Seemed he was a very busy business owner for a security firm. I wanted to meet him...most of all, I wanted to show him how much I had grown since he had last seen me... I wanted to thank him properly.

 

[LitShark]

Jacob McAllister had been an officer once, but that was when he still believed in the law. He’d been a bodyguard once, but that was when he believed in people. Now he ran a security corporation and believed in nothing. Men in sharp suits sat on both sides of a long board room table, all staring intently at Jacob.

“The most important thing is the safety of your charge. Not your employer and not yourself. You need to value that life, that safety above even your own, this is what we are paid to do.” Jacob adamantly told the group of field agents. The “Personal Protection Division” was just one of several branches of the McAllister Security Contracting Agency, but it was the one Jacob always took the most interest in. “We’ve stocked you with the best equipment and support staff in the industry, but ultimately none of you should depend on us or the systems we provide. It’s up to you to keep your charge safe.”

It was part of Jacob’s legend, his adamant approach to protection, that by-any-means-necessary attitude which had earned him the reputation which formed the foundation of his company. Ever since he took six bullets trying to reclaim a charge after she’d been abducted in a highly organized strike by well-equipped operatives. The police had never given any explanation that satisfied Jacob, but his ability to protect Aubrey was severed when he was politely let go by her father.

The handsome severance package helped a lot with the founding of his Securities Empire.

Jacob’s impassioned speech was interrupted by the light, resonant knock of his secretary, Gillian, on the glass door of the conference room as she poked her head inside.

“Sorry to interrupt Mr. McAllister, but I just had a lovely conversation with Aubrey. She wanted to schedule an appointment with you tonight. Your schedule has an opening, but I thought I should ask you first. Should I call her back?”

“Aubrey? Aubrey who?” Jacob asked abruptly, slightly irritated at being interrupted in the midst of his orientation speech. “I don’t remember meetings with any—“

“Aubrey Daniels, Sir. You have her picture on your desk.” Gillian said softly, feeling slightly foolish now for interrupting. She’d thought for certain that he’d be glad to hear from her. “Aubie…”

Color flooded into Jacob’s face, suddenly humiliated that he himself had forgotten about the charge who changed his life, who he’d nearly died trying to rescue, the life saved that he’d built his legend on. He was also embarrassed at having the fact that he still kept her 7th grade photo on the desk in his office, with a big smile of braces, long awkward neck and crystal blue eyes so full of hope, broadcast in front of this fresh crop of tough-guy subordinates. A few were whispering amongst themselves.

“Yes, of course. Call her back and schedule it, that’s fine. Just please don’t interrupt me again unless it’s an emergency. Thank you.” Jacob said sternly, dismissing the secretary and turning back to the room full of recruits. “You two, whispering twins. I took six bullets for that girl. How many have you taken in the line of duty? How many between you? When you take a close range shot in the gut and still manage to shoot your way out with a 14 year-old on your back then you can weigh in on my relationship with that girl. Until then, get the fuck out of my building. You’re fired, go cut your teeth somewhere else, you sad sacks. Don’t expect a reference from me. Dismissed.”

Jacob pushed bodily through the glass door, taking his secretary by her arm and nearly dragging her back to his corner office which occupied the majority of the top floor of the McAllister Trust Building.

“Don’t you ever embarrass me like that again. Understand?”

 

[zydrate]

Aubrey stared out the window of the plane, where the seat belt sign had been activated no more than 5 minutes ago, as the plane started it's descent toward the airport.

For the past hour she had thought nothing of this meeting she was to have with Jacob. She had received word from his secretary about meeting him tonight. After the confirmation, the arrangements had been made at the Wilshire Hotel restaurant, also the same hotel Aubrey would be staying at.

She was nervous, that was for sure. But she needed to push pass it. This was Jacob, after all. She owed him so much for saving her..for putting his life on the line for her. She never had the chance to thank him that night... she had wanted to see him in the hospital..had wanted to see him when he left.

He left.

According to her father, Andrew Daniels Sr., it was Jacob's choice to leave. He didn't like the danger and there was a possibility he hated Aubrey for what she had put him through.

That had hurt so much to hear.

But in the end, it all wasn't true.

Aubrey confronted her father about it all, he finally admitted to her that Jacob failed at his job and let the whole thing happen! It had started a big argument between father and daughter.

Since then, it had been nothing but hatred between the two. When Andrew sent Aubrey off to a boarding school over seas, she didn't fight it. She welcomed it. The farther she was away from him, the better.

But now there was no more Jacob, Aubrey went through a slew of bodyguards. None she dared get close to again. Besides, none of them really cared about her the way Jacob did. Even though he was tough to those around him, when it was just him and Aubrey, he changed...showed her a softer side... the side she was sure not many had seen.

It was a lot for a teenager to take in but she did, nonetheless.

"We'll be landing in 5 minutes Ms.Daniels." Came the voice of the captain through the over head. It shook Aubrey out of her day dreaming and thoughts of the past.

 

[LitShark]

“Yes Mrs. Williams I’m absolutely certain it was just a squirrel. You’ll remember that I warned you about this when you asked that the outdoor motion detectors be linked to the—“ Jacob said wearily into the phone for what felt like the eightieth time. “I’m absolutely certain, because I’m looking at the view from your exterior security camera. I’m looking at the squirrel right now; he’s moving again… there he goes.”

Once again, Mrs. Williams’ system went red, indicating an intruder was in the house. Jacob moved quickly to cycle the system into “All-Clear” mode. When he was finally able to reassure Mrs. Williams that no one was trying to storm her exceptionally well protected home, and that her personal security detail was not involved in any plot against her, Jacob slammed the phone down on his desk, letting go of a long sigh.

“Sorry to bother you again Mr. McAllister, I just got word that Aubrey Daniels’ flight is on its final approach. Would you like to send a town-car?” Gillian muttered softly from the door, her eyes averted nervously. “I waited until you were finished with the client call.”

“Mrs. Williams’ calls you can interrupt, in fact I’d prefer it.” Jacob groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose with thumb and forefinger. “Yes, send a car, please. And make sure that the driver’s one of ours. I’m sorry about earlier, I didn’t mean to—“

“Yes, Sir. I’ll get right on it.” Gillian muttered defensively, her hand coming over the place on her arm where he’d grabbed her and left finger shaped bruises behind, like tiger stripes. “After that, would it be alright if I went home? Your dinner with Aubrey is set for 8:30 at the Wilshire.”

“Dinner! I—“ Jacob started, causing Gillian to flinch and gasp noticeably. “…I’m sorry, dinner is fine. Go on home, thanks for your work today.”

After a slight nod, Gillian was off, taking hurried steps on her high heeled stilettos, echoing over the marble floor toward the elevator. Moments after she’d left, Todd the CFO and all around accounting whiz poked his head in.

“Ready to sign some checks, boss? It’s payroll time again.”

* * *​

Andrew was grinding his teeth, visibly shaking with rage from behind his massive mahogany desk, glaring daggers at Andy Jr. who had allowed his half-sister to slip through his fingers at this most pivotal moment in their life.

“How do you know she’s going to him? How would she even know where to look?” Andrew asked, trying to mediate his uncontrolled anger with limited success. “She hasn’t gotten access to the trust yet.”

“She used the credit card, that’s how I know she’s going to LA.” Andy muttered faintly, visibly wary of his father’s wrath. “We still have a few months to—“

The younger Andrew was cut off by the loud smash of his father’s fist striking the desk in between them, the impact was enough to tip a small cup of pens over and bloody the older man’s knuckles. He rose from his seat, beside himself with rage.

“She’s gone! In the goddamn wind, and you have the nerve to insinuate that time is on our side! Worse yet, she’s flying across the goddamn country on MY credit line. You stupid little shit! We’re going to have to contract this out now, that is expensive and we’re almost out of goddamn money. Not to mention that hired muscle could be bought off against us… Damnit you’ve fucked this up.”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay dad? She was supposed to come back here after school, how was I supposed to know she would change flights on a layover.”

“No more excuses. Pack a bag, we’re going to California.”

* * *​

The gunshots echoed off of the boarded-up windows of the small cluster of abandoned apartments which had become the staging area for an organization of outlaws. With no ventilation, the gun-smoke curled heavy in the air, making clear red lines of the beams from the assault rifles upstairs.

“Give up, putah. You got no chance, you’re already bleeding bad!” The voice from upstairs shouted, laser sight trained on the bullet riddled counter Jacob had taken cover behind. “Give it up, we’re not hurting her.”

“Yeah, okay… I’m coming out!” Jacob bluffed, pulling the pin from a cylindrical flash-grenade. “Here I come.”

…tink… - Bla-da-da-da-da-da-da-da! Ba-da!!!

The moment that the hired goons saw movement, coming from behind the counter they’d opened fire. In the chaos they hadn’t noticed how close the silver can had bounced to their positions.

Ba-DOOM!

The impact smashed a hole in the floor at the foot of the stairs and knocked both gunmen flat on their asses. Jacob rolled over the top of the counter and easily dispatched the two blinded thugs. With a pistol in each hand, he dispatched them casually and simultaneously as he struggled to climb the stairs.

Behind him, Jacob’s blood left a clear trail where he walked. The recent wound in his chest had come open and he had new holes in his shoulder and leg to join it. At the top of the stairs, he slipped in his own blood and nearly tumbled back down them again. Nothing would stop him from rescuing her, not even death.

Through the rotted walls, he could hear her muffled voice, screaming and calling for him. “Jacob! Jacob! Ja-cob! Ja—

“Jacob!” Todd shouted, suddenly startling him awake from the lucid flashback. “Christ man, I know you find all this business stuff boring, but you could at least stay awake through profit reports. It’s your money, man! We grew 22% last quarter, this quarter we’re on track for thirty. You should be excited.”

“Yeah, that’s great. I’m just a little distracted. What time is it?”

“7:30” Todd replied after checking his watch.

“I need to get a shower.” Jacob said, sitting upright and stretching. “I’m running late now, I hate being late. Damnit! Todd, email me those reports as an attachment, I’ll be ready to talk about them in the morning.”

Jacob left Todd there, sitting at his desk while Jacob went into his private bathroom, lined in black marble. The door shut with an audible click and a light over an access panel beside the door changed from green to red.

 

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Not many people liked Andrew Daniels Sr.

Especially his own employees.

But everyone seemed to love Aubrey. Just like they loved her mother.

Aubrey remembered her mother so much. During that first year after her passing, Aubrey cried herself to sleep every night.

Her mother had always been there for Aubrey. Until that night. The night the entire staff had been awake...pacing, talking amongst themselves and stopping their whispers when Aubrey approached. The sad look in their eyes as they watched the next heir of "Intuit Solutions" ask for her mother.

No one had the heart to tell Aubrey that her mother was dead.

Killed when her car went over the side of a cliff on the road that led up the house. She had been on her way home from a dinner party, which her father had also attended but hadn't been in the car and had decided to stay and talk with some business associates afterward...

Andrew didn't take it to heart. In fact, his grief never seemed to surface. Even when he told Aubrey, who at 13 years old, that her mother was dead.

Just like that.

......after her mother's funeral, her father's disdain seemed more present than ever..especially after the reading of the her mother's will. A will which read that Aubrey would inherit Intuit Solutions' fortune at the age of 19....

Then things started to happen.

At first, they were little accidents... mostly explained that she was just an awkward teenager...growing into her own... but it was more than that. At least one the many caretakers had seen and when she approached Mr. Daniels about it, she was immediately let go. Another person Aubrey had gotten close to and had suddenly lost.

It was then she had decided she wasn't going to get close to anyone again...ever!

That was until Jacob came along....

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Dressed in a dark green cocktail dress, with her hair pulled back from her face, a small pair of emerald green stones hung from her ears, Aubrey waited for Jacob to show.

She had arrived at the reservation no more than 5 minutes late. But it was now about half an hour pass her meet time with Jacob and Aubrey was getting worried.

Had he backed out?

She wasn't sure but it had taken 2 glasses of wine to calm her nerves and as she was working on the third one, she glanced at the small delicate gold watch on her wrist, 31 one minutes past...

 

[LitShark]

“Shit, shit, shit!” Jacob cursed, bashing the heel of his hand against the wood grain steering wheel of his Audi R8, “Goddamn, fucking Todd!”

Jacob hated being late, hated it more than anything on Earth. His business in particular revolved around timing. Timing was the difference between life and death, and the early always had the upper hand. The one who’s early gets to set the terms, gets to build the conditions—set the tone, as it were. He was always at least ten minutes early, had been since grade school. It was part of his legend! Now here he was, making her wait, Aubrey, who he’d exploited for his own gain, for the sake of his stupid, vain legend he’d exploited her pain. His own failure.

For what? Why had he done it? For money? For power, reputation, influence? None of that was anything to Jacob, yet she had earned it all for him. Aubrey. He’d abandon all of that shit in a heartbeat if he needed to…

This sort of high-level self-loathing was interrupted by the BluTooth alert on his hands-free system, the LED display across his dash alerted him that Cecily Webb was calling. Another thing he didn’t need, just as he caught a break in traffic and finally let his performance tuned engine uncoil.

The tires squealed around corners, he split lanes and cut across oncoming traffic in the last few blocks before he reached the restaurant. He’d forgotten his dinner plans with his girlfriend, and Cecily let him know exactly how she felt about it. His frustration was reflected in his driving.

Jacob’s tires squealed to a stop in front of the Hil, he tossed his keys to the valet as he rushed into the restaurant. Thirty minutes late, he felt like such a heel. But then, he saw her.

“Aubrey—“ His mouth sighed her name before he even realized he’d gasped.

Jacob just stood frozen, in the middle of the restaurant, his mouth hanging open and his eyes locked on the delicate, red haired beauty. Forgotten was the stress of the day, the anxiety of his lateness, even his broken promises to Cicely were all washed away in the white-noise that paralyzed him at the sight of her. Long gone were the braces, the lankiness that he used to joke made her “all knees-and-elbows”, sweet, innocent Aubie had become a woman since he’d seen her last.

The rest of the way to the table, Jacob moved like a concussion patient, feeling as though he were floating on air to meet her at the candle-lit table. He took her hand and pulled her against the front of his navy suit in a hesitant embrace, as if afraid she’d shatter in his arms if he squeezed to tight.

“Is it really you? My God, Aubrey. You’re beautiful.” He whispered lightly into her silken hair as their arms held one another.

 

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((collaboration between myself and LitShark via yahoo))

"It's really me, Jacob!" Aubrey exclaimed and went on ahead and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him hard. "I didn't think I'd see you again.." she said, resting her head on the edge of his shoulder...probably a bit longer than needed but still, she was just happy to see him again.

Jacob's arms grew slightly tighter around Aubrey's middle and his eyes drifted shut. His nose inhaled deeply, drawing in the scent in her hair. "I'm so glad to see you doing so well."

At last, he released her, his large hands taking her gently by the shoulders, stepping back and looking deeply into her eyes for a long moment before kissing her cheek and moving to pull out her chair for her.

The wine had given her cheeks a rosey tint as she nodded a 'thank you' and took a seat, "I am doing very well, thank you..." as she leaned her arms on the table, "And you..It's so good to see you again. I'm glad you could make it...even it's half an hour late..." she said, in a teasing tone.

Pushing her seat back in after her, Jacob took his own seat, deftly unbuttoning his jacket as he sat. Her mention of his tardiness woke him abruptly from his stupor over how she'd grown. He paused, looking up with slightly ferocious eyes until he saw how playful hers were. Also slightly drunk from the look in them. He smiled genuinely. "I'm really sorry, burning the candle at both ends these days. My girlfriend got stood up all together." Jacob chuckled.

"Girlfriend?" Her interest piqued a little more. In her mind, she wondered what sort of woman would be able to tame Jacob... from what little she knew and remembered, that had to be one tough spirit of a woman.

"Oh, well, things come up...I mean, look at me, I stood up several guys just for you tonight.." She said, trying to sound serious.

A waiter came over and offered her a refill on her wine and of course, to take Jacob's drink order.

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"So, Jacob, this is the final message tonight. Since you've not bother to pick up or attempt to call me back, you better be dying or dead!"

Cecily Webb was furious.

Every call she made to Jacob was went unanswered.

She hated that so much. Why was she putting herself through all this?! Jacob's job was his life. Which in turn, made Cecily a close second in his life.

Cecily had planned this dinner with Jacob for the past month. A night alone, a time to go out and have a night on the town and he bails...

And for what? Who knew.where the hell he was at. And to not bother to answer his phone.

Perhaps she just needed to go out on her own, find another man, bring him and make her forgot about this bullshit of a night.

 

[LitShark]

((Collaboration by LitShark and zydrate))

Jacob's face flushed slightly, realizing how utterly foolish he must have seemed to her. Of course she had young men after her—just look at her! Who could resist those beautiful sapphire blue eyes, her vibrant red hair and that stunning figure—her skin looked smooth enough to ice skate on.

"Scotch, three fingers, neat." Jacob said resolutely, needing badly to regain his typical composure. Almost no one ever made him nervous like this... but this was Aubrey after-all. "And a New York strip, medium-rare. It really is so great to see you again Aubrey, I can't get over how beautiful you've become."

Instinctively, Jacob's hand lifted to the scar over his right cheekbone, a nervous habit he'd retained since being hit by a glancing bullet in his attempt to save her.

"May I have some water please?" She waved her hand at her face, realizing how warm it was all of a sudden. Of course she was joking about the dates, in all honesty, she never had a date, or even had a boy 'friend'—all thanks to her brother and father. They made sure of all that. "And the salmon and rice."

Once the waiter left, she turned her attention back to Jacob, noticing his scar and feeling bad about it. All that happened to him when he was with her was her fault.

At least that's the way she felt about it. Even her father had said so.

"It's great to see you again Jacob...I will admit I had the hardest time finding you.."

Her mention of having trouble finding him came as an odd surprise, and caused Jacob’s brows to knit as the waiter returned with his Scotch, and a pitcher to fill both water glasses. It was true there were times when it was important for him to vanish, to leave no trace—but lately it hadn’t been like that at all. In fact, he was getting far more attention than he was comfortable with. Forbes even ran a cover story on him last month… How long had she been looking?

“I haven’t exactly been hiding.” Jacob said softly, tilting his glass to his lips and taking a swallow of the potent liquor. “Your father made it very clear that under no circumstances was I ever to contact you again. He said you didn’t want to see me again—I get it, I mean… I let you get taken. I regret it every day. I just wish I’d had the chance to say goodbye. I’m glad that the last memory you have of me won’t be…”

Jacob trailed off, he didn’t remember much after he’d carried Aubrey out of the house, but when he woke up in the hospital he knew that she must have seen him in a bad way. It probably scarred her, internal and external scars. They were a matching set.

She had seen enough during the rescue.

It hurt to remember seeing him. The blood. There had been so much blood. But she was tough. She had to be, for his sake. All that happened was because of her. Many of the memories were suppressed but as of late, they've been coming up more and more.

How she begged her father to take her to the hospital to see Jacob. But it was always met with "No, you're a child! They won't let you see him!" Until finally, the asking had gotten on her father's nerves she surmised, because he had had enough, and slapped Aubrey across the face, telling her to “shut the fuck up” and that Jacob was gone...he was gone from their life and she would not see him again because of the poor job he had done.

Shaking her mind clear from the memory, "Please don't say that Jacob... " she reached over and placed her hand over his, "Besides, everything turned out good, right? You got your business going from what I've learned... please, let's not let the evening be filled with bad memories, it's been 4 long years since we've talked."

Jacob smiled, her touch awaking that youthful and reckless hope in him, so bygone from his current life that he’d almost forgotten what it felt like to really smile. Not for impressions or to make an attractive picture, to smile simply because he was happy. Her skin was soft and warm, it was like a rabbit had gently laid down across his hand.

“You’re right, of course.” Jacob smiled, laying his other palm over Aubrey’s hand in the space between them. “I mean, the business is good. The money is great, yeah. But it’s not like things were with you, I mean… I don’t feel like I’m doing good, I don’t know it like I did when I was watching you.”

Their food arrived before Aubrey could answer. She was extremely flattered that he thought of her in that way. That he remembered her. That was something she was afraid of, she would call his office and he'd decline seeing her.

As they ate, Aubrey filled him in on her life, on having been shipped off to Asia, for a while she hated the fact that she was so far away from her family but had gotten used to it after a while. How many guards she had gone through, some just local security, some literally off the street...although there were no more attempts on her life...

There were some things she did leave out. She didn't want to bring up how miserable she really was with her family...such as them not coming to her graduation... missing out on important events in her life...

"So, here I am... I decided to take a year off to just travel... since I'm old enough now, and then after that, enroll in college and from there..we'll see..."

Jacob smiled through dinner like some stupefied infant watching Sponge Bob, nodding at her stories, laughing at her jokes. She was an absolute delight. Maybe it was something about having saved her, extending her life, her potential and poise was like a sunset that never crested the horizon. She could be a model, a politician—she would make some man deliriously happy every day for the rest of his life, if there were any man on Earth capable of deserving her.

His steak was overcooked, but Jacob scarcely noticed. When she disclosed her desire to travel, his eyebrows raised.

“I have a jet. My VP has been telling me that I ought to take some time off.”

*~*~*

“Yeah cuz, I’m lookin’ right at her right now.” Sam repeated into his Blutooth headset, leaning against the wall of the upscale restaurant, peering through the window, barely noticeable from inside. “She’s with a dude. I can’t see his face, but I figure you know who it is. He doesn’t look like someone to try.”

“Goddamnit Sam! You were supposed to grab her before she met him. This should have been perfect! Damn you. Wait until he leaves, then move in. Don’t fuck this up again, you understand? Don’t forget that your brother’s parole hearing is next week.”

“Yeah, yeah, I got you. I’ll handle it.”

 

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Not sure if he was serious or not, Aubrey could only smile, "Stop teasing me Jacob.." although she would love having him travel with her, it would be awkward in the sense that they were nothing but friends and he had a girlfriend and what would she say about it all? What if he brought her along... that would be so...odd. That and she didn't want him to think he had to keep watching her...

"Besides, I don't need protection anymore.."

They talked more but it was growing late and the restaurant all but cleared. Looking at her watch, Aubrey frowned, "Damnit..." she said, sighing, "It's getting late and I have to go early in the morning Jacob." She told him, not happy about it. She hadn't wanted the night to end but it was inevitable...all good things must come to an end.

"My flight leaves at 8am tomorrow morning..I hope if it's not too early, you can come see me before I go?"

 

[LitShark]

Jacob almost interrupted, asserting that he wasn’t kidding, but that would have been a lie—wouldn’t it? Instead they talked of foreign countries where Jacob had been, and Aubrey was going—or had been at different times. How their paths had almost crossed, here and there, like ships passing in the night.

When she mentioned the late hour, Jacob reluctantly nodded weak assent. He would have loved to skip out with her, go wheels up on all of it—the business, Cecily, everything. Sayonara, suckers—I’ll watch you from my window seat. Upgrade Aubrey to business class with his air-miles, with those seats that reclined all the way flat…

“Yeah, it’s an early morning for me too. I’ll call the hotel at six, make sure you’re on schedule to make your flight. Hopefully I’ll be able to teleconference with Tokyo before your flight.” Jacob muttered, somewhat distractedly, not wanting to leave, but realizing he was foolish for even dreaming. Aubrey surely had her pick of men her age, what would she want with an older man like himself. “It was a really genuine pleasure.”

Jacob paid the check and stood up from the table, opening his arms for one last embrace, holding her firm, slender nubile body against his for what would be the last time, fingertips gently gliding over the exposed skin on her back. His lips touched her alabaster cheek, and he made his final farewells.

Outside, Jacob tipped the valet with a twenty as he rushed off to retrieve his car. It was hard to drive the image of Aubrey from his mind, how she’d grown into such a beautiful and graceful young woman, how he wished he could have watched her grow-up. Wellspring of regrets. So lost in his lamentations was Jacob, that he scarcely noticed the thug on his headset out of his peripheral vision. The thug seemed to be headed into the restaurant, in spite of his appearance and lack of dignified apparel. As Jacob’s car arrived and the valet handed off the keys, he caught the tail end of the conversation he was having.

“—Yeah I got it, I’m goin’ to get her now.” Sam said as he walked into the restaurant.

Jacob drove away, too distracted by his thoughts to consider what could happen, or who the ‘her’ this stranger could have been on his way to get.

Sam waved off the host, who tried to halt his progress, offering one of the bland sport’s coats that they kept for customers who lacked appropriate attire. He moved right up behind Aubrey, taking firm hold of her slender arm and pulling her body against his, extracting the pistol from his jacket and pressing the barrel into the small of her back.

“Don’t move bitch. Just act normal. Let’s go back to your room, nice and easy.” He hissed into her ear, steering her body toward the place where the restaurant opened into the hotel lobby.

With a gasp, Aubrey stopped for a moment but was instantly pushed into moving forward. She felt something pressing into her back and she dared not make a sound or a sudden move. Her eyes darted helplessly as she mentally pleaded with those few people around to see her plight.

"What's going on?!" She hissed as she continued forward toward the elevator.

"Don't talk, just move." Sam reiterated, grabbing her arm rougher and beginning to press the elevator button repeatedly. Again-again-again-again… then the sound of screeching tires broke his concentration.

Jacob had almost reached the freeway before the reality of his own stupidity dawned on him. He’d been distracted, not on high-alert, failed to notice an obvious threat. He’d thought little of the slovenly dressed man who entered the restaurant after her left, but he ought to have noticed it right away. It was the sort of thing he was trained for. That heavy looking bulge in the man’s denim jacket… He was packing.

Tires screamed in protest as Jacob drifted across three lanes in a wide arc to spin his car around. Accelerating and shifting hard as he weaved in and out of traffic on his way back to the hotel. Through the restaurant window, he could see that his intuition was correct, the thug was manhandling Aubrey toward the elevator.

Skidding to a halt in front of the main entrance into the hotel lobby, Jacob leapt from his driver’s seat, reaching into the hidden compartment underneath to extract his personal Beretta handgun. As he charged into the lobby, brandishing a pistol someone screamed.

Sam heard the scream, he whipped around and pointed his own gun, earning more horrified screams from the gathered crowd. Sam fired first, hitting some fleeing civilian in the shoulder. Jacob knocked some old lady onto the tile floor as he dove for cover behind a leather couch, just in time to hear .9mm rounds thudding into the thick upholstery.

“Shit.” Jacob swore, toggling off the safety. “Stupid fucking moron. Walking around with my head up my ass!”

Jacob pulled one of the brown leather cushions off of the couch and tossed it one direction, earning a fresh volley of shots from Aubrey’s would be kidnapper. With his adversary distracted, Jacob stood up straight. Aubrey was still close, he kept a calming breath and took the time to line up an accurate shot.

It only took one.

Sam dropped like a stone, dead before he hit the ground, gun clattering away from his hand, still belching smoke. Jacob rushed over, pulling off his jacket to wrap protectively around Aubrey’s slender, bare shoulders.

“We’ve got to get to the room! It’s not safe for you to be in public right now.” Jacob panted, trying inefficiently to sound reassuring, just as the elevator door dinged and slid open.

 

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Aubrey was sure she bored Jacob with her stories. But she needed to talk or else she was sure she'd explode. She had wanted to hold him longer when they first hugged and when they finally said goodbye, she gave in an hugged him...leaning her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes, taking how his body felt against hers...

But she was sure he thought nothing more of her than a little girl. A little girl he used to protect... a girl who had caused him to get hurt.

With a final kiss on his cheek, Aubrey bade him goodnight, turning from him as soon as she could. She didn't want to say goodbye but, it had to be done. There was a pain in the pit of her stomach that she'd never felt before when saying goodbye to anyone. Because all of her goodbyes in life were never for the better.

As she was lost in her thoughts, Aubrey felt someone come up from behind her...

“Don’t move bitch. Just act normal. Let’s go back to your room, nice and easy.”

With a gasp, Aubrey stopped for a moment but was instantly pushed into moving forward. She felt something pressing into her back and she dared not make a sound or a sudden move. Her eyes darted helplessly as she mentally pleaded with those few people around to see her plight.

"What's going on?!" She hissed as she continued forward toward the elevator.

"Don't talk, just move."

With no choice but do as the man said, Aubrey grimaced in pain as the big man's hand squeezed her arm hard. Aubrey screamed when the first shot was fired.

It was like a nightmare all over again! She froze in position but that didn't last when the man shoved her against the doors of the elevator and leaned against her to keep her from getting away.

Aubrey started to scream out Jacob's name but was quickly elbowed in the side, knocking the wind out of her. Another shot heard and then she was free...only to be falling with force as a hand grabbed her by the hair, pulling her down with him.

There were still screams and chaos going on when she heard Jacob behind her and his hands grabbing her, pulling her against his hard body.

“We’ve got to get to the room! It’s not safe for you to be in public right now.”

The door finally opened for the elevator and the two entered, still staying low. Aubrey was shaking all over, breathing hard...almost to the point of hysterics. She stayed on the floor as she saw Jacob stand and push the button to the floor she was staying on.

 

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As the metal doors slid shut, Jacob breathed a sigh of relief. At least now, while the lift was in motion, he didn’t need to consider quite as many sight-lines for threats. Who had that asshole been? Why was he after her, after Aubrey? He had the look of a common South Side banger, but Aubrey had only been in town for twenty hours or so. There was no way she could have earned enough ire from local crime circles to justify a soldier hit…

A hit. Of course.

Someone must have been after her. Someone with access to one assassin often has access to more. Jacob helped her to her feet, gently holding the collar of his coat in one hand to lift her against himself. He turned her slowly around and leaned forward until her back was pressed against the wall, just in case the car opened on another floor to an ambush, she would be out of the line of fire.

“You’re okay Aubie, you’re okay.” He whispered softly against her neck, now strewn with silken strands of red and gold. “When those doors open, I need you to stay put.”

The smoke from Jacob’s pistol had clustered around the roof of the elevator car, a thin white sheet hanging over them.

Willing to calm herself down, Aubrey didn't fully feel safe until she heard Jacob speak. She could only nod at his directions. As the doors opened, she didn't know what was going to happen and she couldn't get the past out of her mind.

A nightmare happening all over again.

But, just like last time, she had Jacob there to protect her.

When the doors slid open, Jacob’s finally cool gun barrel was the first thing that passed through. His eye was aligned perfectly with the sight. Empty halls, a good sign.

“Okay, follow me, and stay close. What room are you in?” Jacob asked, holding the collar of his coat which he’d wrapped around Aubrey, leading her down the hallway toward her room, still leading with his eye and pistol. Safety off.

"Uhhh..." Aubrey drew a blank. Room..

What room?!

"...8...Room 8.."

She awkwardly fumbled for her clutch purse and yanked it open, dropping everything, which wasn't much, onto the floor. Her key card was on top of her lipstick and her credit cards. "Oh..damn..." she said, stopping and trying to pick up everything.

Aubrey’s fumbling with the purse caused Jacob to lose his grasp on the collar, he didn’t stop to wait for her. He grabbed her key card from the debris from her purse.

“No time, leave it. Once you’re safe I’ll come back for what’s important.” Jacob took her by the wrist and carried her the rest of the way, pointed gun in one hand, Aubrey in the other, stretched out like Christ on the cross.

The slide lock on Room 8 took two swipes of the card to open, for a moment Jacob worried it had been tampered with, but only Aubrey’s luggage was on the other side of the door.

“It’s clear, come inside, hurry.”

The room was lit with the 2 lamps by the small couch and by the door. She stood inside the room as she watched Jacob lock up the door behind them. She still had his jacket around her shoulders yet she shivered as all the events of tonight caught up with her. "I guess you--" she shrugged the jacket off and turned to Jacob, "you're probably getting tired of saving me huh?" she said, her voice shaking.

“Aubrey… you—“ Jacob trailed off, he almost told her she was the only thing he really cared about, the only thing that mattered, but he stopped short. There was a reason he couldn’t do that, couldn’t tell her, he just couldn’t remember it anymore, or necessarily care to. “You’re everything to me.”

As his jacket fell away from her shaking shoulders, hair loose and scattered around her face, he latched the final lock and walked toward her, gently slipping her long hair over one shoulder. As his fingertips brushed her skin, he let go of a sigh he’d been holding since he was in his car.

Feeling his warm breath against her skin, Aubrey suddenly felt a calmness that she hadn't felt in a long time. With what he said about her being everything, she was touched... and so thankful he had come back. All that happened downstairs seemed to happen so long ago as time stood still between the two. Aubrey looked up into Jacob's eyes, fully aware of him as she leaned forward and kissed him hard. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling her against him..

Perhaps it was her 2nd near death experience not making her think straight, but at this moment, Aubrey didn't care what it was, she needed this..needed Jacob more than she needed her next breath!

The touch of her lips, the silken caress of her unbound hair, Jacob was caught up in the swell of emotion as Aubrey kissed him and his arms welcomed her. One hand splayed out between her slender shoulder-blades and the other gently cupping the side of her face. He kissed her back, mad with passion, drowned in adrenaline, he kissed her like a woman, because that’s what she was. His darling little girl, had grown into a beautiful woman.

Inside his tailored slacks, Jacob’s cock grew rigid along his right thigh and as his tongue crept out to caress Aubrey’s bottom lip gently, he slipped his thigh between hers, forcing her already short skirt up a little higher as the outline of his cock nestled into the crease of her hot, waiting pussy lips.

Aubrey was breathless. Unlike from what happened downstairs, this was a different type of breathless. Her breathing came in short gasps, her eyes closed as she leaned against Jacob's body, feeling his between her legs. Was this really happening? Was what she saw in her dreams really about to happen?

This kiss broke, with some reluctance as Jacob gasped, forcing himself to release the side of Aubrey’s face while he furiously untied his tie from around his collar, diving back into the kiss as he worked the buttons on his shirt open, when his tongue tasted hers at long last he lost patience and ripped the last few off, sending them scattering around the room as he breathed in through his nose. Once his shirt fell away, he broke the kiss again for a fraction of a moment to tug his tank top over his head.

When his lips hungrily found hers again, both of his hands came to rest on her firm, round ass—once more urging her body against his. “Fuck Aubrey, you feel so good.”

She gave a small moan when his bare skin was pressed against her body, "I want this...all this..." she kissed him again as her hands held onto his shoulders, "I've wanted you for so long... I'm not fragile Jacob. I promise I won't break." She told him, breathlessly, her eyes opening to find herself staring into his. She pushed against his leg as she reached to the side of her dress, pulling down the zipper with seeming effort.

“Yes.” Jacob sighed, looking into Aubrey’s icy blue eyes, leaning forward to drag his teeth over her pale neck as she unzipped her dress. “I won’t be gentle then.”

A smile crossed his lips and Jacob easily tossed the smaller girl back onto the bed, quickly unbuckling his belt and letting his slacks fall away. His hands moved greedily over Aubrey’s thighs as he hiked up her dress and knelt at the foot of the bed, his face delving between her thighs. Her panties were roughly tugged out of his way by one strong thumb and his lips latched onto her tiny, pink clit—tongue undulating on the underside, coaxing it into his mouth.

She was in complete awe of what she saw before her. Twice, she had seen Jacob in action, saving her from those wanting to hurt her...risking his life for her, in all those times, he was powerful. But as he stood over her, she knew he was powerful in more ways than one. Her body responded in hot waves of pleasure as she felt his mouth on her skin, working his way between her legs...

A small cry...or perhaps a scream...she wasn't exactly sure which it was because as soon as she felt his mouth on her pussy, her mind exploded in pleasure, soon, her body followed...she screamed his name differently than she had before... not in terror, but in pleasure..

Aubrey’s screams of pleasure only excited Jacob more, one hand moving up to her chest, tugging down the straps of her dress to squeeze and caress her breasts through her bra while his tongue penetrated her fragrant, wet slit. She tasted like heaven, smelled like a rose. All the danger and concerns were forgotten as his tongue probed inside her and curled upward, feeling for her spot.

 

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((Collaborated writing of LitShark & zydrate))


It took a lot not to squeeze her legs together around Jacob's head. A sudden rack of pleasure exploded deep within her.... she wasn't sure if she screamed or not, but it was all a lot to take in, her heart hadn't stopped racing since the first gunshot she heard downstairs. "Oh God....Jacob..." was all that she could manage...if at all at a harsh whisper. Right now, she was putty in his hands and she was his to mold...

Jacob's left hand moved steadily down her creamy smooth thigh, turning his face subtly to spread her legs open around him. His tongue writhed and turned inside her, in opposition to his head. When she'd relaxed again, his tongue wove its way up to her clit again, cradling it, caressing it... wrapping it up in his tongue the way he'd wrapped her in his coat after the shooting. He moved his tongue delicately around the exposed bit of glistening skin.

Aubrey's face flushed, her breathing rapid and her eyes closing in pleasure.... no..she didn't want them closed. She pushed herself up on her elbows. She needed to watch him. The feel of him between her legs wasn't enough. She wanted to watch him work his magic on her. Reaching down, she ran her hand over along the side of his face, her fingernails grazing his scalp and his face...the only sounds were her small cries and moans, which filled the silence of the room.

Jacob felt her shift her weight underneath him his eyes darting up alertly to meet hers, wriggling his tongue from side to side. His hands laid flat and moved over her hips, sliding down beneath her ass an sliding fingers under the edges of her panties. He slid his tongue slowly off of her, giving a light flick as he did so, and moving her panties down around her knees and off. He rose between her legs, lifting his face to hers, locking lips with practiced ease, savoring the feeling at last. His tongue coiled with hers as he tossed the panties aside and lowered his slacks, letting free the rigid girth of his cock. "I want you." Jacob said breathlessly, feeling his cock brush against the soft flesh of her inner thigh for the first time. "Tell me you want it too."

Her moans were mixed with her muffled cries as she kissed Jacob, perhaps a little too eagerly, but she didn't want to hold back. How long had she fantasized about all this? Well, not the shooting or kidnap attempts but being with Jacob, finally after all this time, she was with him. Aubrey moaned with disappointment when the kiss was broken but gasped when she felt his cock settle between her legs. She barely heard his question though the cloudiness of her mind but she nodded, her eyes meeting his, "I..." she took a deep breath, making sure he could see it in her eyes, "I want this Jacob..." she reached between their bodies and grasped his cock in her left hand, positioning the tip against her pussy, "I want you..."

Aubrey's fingers felt like velvet ribbons wrapping around the rigid girth of his cock and she stole his breath for a moment. When he felt the head of his cock slipping between her warm, soft and wet pussy lips, he kissed her again and leaned forward. His cock moved slowly into her, stretching her faintly as he penetrated her clutching, wet depths. He sighed as the head of his cock pressed against her cervix, desperately trying to fit the rest of his length inside of her warm, squeezing haven. "Oh God." Jacob moaned. "You feel so good, Aubie."

With her eyes fluttering close, Aubrey arched her back and her legs wrapped around Jacob's waist as she helped him push inside her...both pushing against each other until they were finally joined. There was no pain. One thing she was nervous about. It was Aubrey who had started to move against Jacob, pushing her body against his, "Please...Jacob..."

Aubrey's plaintive moan reinvigorated Jacob's lust and he arched his own back in opposition to her. He drew back, against the urging embrace of her thighs and then lunged forward again, jabbing into her so deep. His lips found the delicate arc of her neck and he dragged his teeth over her pale skin, gently at first and biting down as he drove into her again. He began to pant faintly, thrusting in and out of her clutching folds as sweat began to form on his skin. "Yes... like that. Keep begging me. I can deny you nothing."

The last hard push made Aubrey scream out, but it was quickly cut off when she felt his lips against her neck, making her submit to him. She grimaced when he bit her but the mixture of pleasure and pain sent her over the edge, making her pussy gush with wetness and allowing him to push further into her. "Fuck me Jacob..." she whispered into his ear, "Like I said before...don't be gentle...I'm not delicate..." she gasped before nibbling on his earlobe and raking her nails across his back.

Jacob snarled in brutal satisfaction, setting his hips into practiced rhythm, hammering away with reckless abandonment. He grunted each time their bodies collided, the sound of his muscular hips colliding with her slender body. "Yeah! Like that, give it to me."

"Ohhhh...Jacob..." was all she could manage... Since it was hard to beg with her voice, she let her body do the talking. It was a bruising pace but Aubrey was too into Jacob and the way he fucked her that she had no choice but to keep up with him. She came again, this time screaming her pleasure as she clung onto him. Her right arm coiled around his neck and her left hand rested against his hip with her nails digging into him, pulling him against her.

As Jacob felt her body tense and her voice rise in pitch and volume, Jacob buried himself fully inside and with a hand on the palm of her arched back, pressed down, only down, pushing all his weight into the bed while she came. He kissed her, full and deeply, no longer thrusting or pressing, just as close to her as he could possibly be.

If she could have explained what happened next, Aubrey was sure she could but at that moment of time, there were no words. The moment was so close but she didn't want it like this... instead, finding a strength within her, Aubrey pushed Jacob off of her and as he fell on his back, she crawled on top of him, quickly mounting him... there was no time lost as she started to ride him, grinding her hips against his and after what seemed like an eternity due the haze she was lost in, she came... Her whole body shaking and shuddering, her scream bouncing off the walls....

 

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Jacob allowed himself to be rolled onto his back, thrilled and entranced by Aubrey’s enthusiastic cries and change of position. He gasped as her hips drove down on his and gyrated in small circuits with his cock buried deep inside. Her body tensed and her cries rose to a scream and Jacob felt himself losing control in unison. With his hands squeezing the firm globes of her firm ass, casting his head back into the plush pillows, Jacob arched his back and came. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cum so fast, or purged so completely. It was like all the tension, anxiety, insecurity and misery of the past five years of his life was flooding from him into her.

Jacob gasped before he even realized that he’d been holding his breath, or for how long. Then gasped again, reaching out to wrap his sinewy arms around Aubrey’s slender, half-dressed body, cradling her head against his chest. He gasped again, finally breathing at intervals again.

“I love you.”

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California taxi cabs lacked uniformity. Even coming from the airport there was nothing to tie one cab to the next, Andrews Jr. and Sr. were pushed into the back of a pale-blue Taurus with stained cloth interior on their ride to Jacob’s listed address. Neither spoke, lest their ardor let slip some nefarious details of their present struggle within earshot of the Taurus driving stranger.

Sr. paid the driver with a twenty, and walked to the apartment complex ignoring is complaints about the tip—gone were the days of tipping $81 on a $19 fare. They hadn’t flown across the country to make friends.

They waited for someone inside the building to exit, a posh looking older woman. Sr. held the door open for her once she pushed it free from its locking mechanism. He smiled and she smiled back, clearly charmed by his appearance.

Once the old biddie was safely on her way, Sr. shoved Jr. into the building.

“I can’t believe you were so stupid! Extorting a street thug? Of course he hasn’t called back, he’s fucking dead! What did you expect from filth like that? Now the police are going to be looking for Jacob too, if they find him before we do—who knows what he’ll say? We need to kill them both. If you want something done right, you need to do it yourself.” Sr. lectured on their hike up to the floor that they knew Jacob resided on.

Both men drew pistols as they approached to doorway, Jr. pressed his shoulder against the wall and pointed the barrel of his gun into the direction that the door would open. Sr. used the barrel of his to tap three distinct times on the black door-frame of the upscale apartment complex.

“Open on up.” Andrew Sr. called through the door, pressing his thumb against the keyhole and taking a casual aim into the apartment. “Daddy’s home.”

 

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((Collaborated writing of LitShark & zydrate))

Cecily was on her 4th glass of wine. Hell, she wasn't even using a wine glass so in reality, she had so far nearly downed the entire bottle. Dressed in a white, figure hugging dress, bare feet and her hair up in a ponytail, she looked at the clock for the umpteeth time, noticing that Jacob had not returned her calls.... she had stopped calling him after the 3rd try.

Usually, she didn't worry about him, but after talking to his secretary and finding out what sort of plans he had that evening, it was all quite clear.

He was out with another woman.

Before she could ponder on it any more, there was a knock on the door. Good God, now what? She thought as she stood up and headed to the door. No one was supposed to come over tonight....or perhaps they were? Cecily's tipsy mind couldn't really focus.

“Open on up....Daddy’s home.”

As she reached for the doorknob and pulled the door open, Cecily said, in a slurred voice, "You better have a fucking good excuse about tonight Jacob!" She realized only until it was too late that it wasn't Jacob... "Who the hell are you?!"

"Shut up." Andrew Sr. snarled, clapping a possessive palm over Cecily's mouth, pushing her backwards into the apartment. Andy Jr. was close behind, keeping his pistol pointed and locking the door behind them. Sr. shoved Cecily down on the couch, pushing his pistol against her chest. "Who we are isn't important. We're looking for Jacob. Who are you to him?" Andy Jr. sat down on the couch beside their new hostage, draping an arm across her shoulders while using the barrel of the gun to lower the neckline of her already low dress, his eyes lingering.

Whether it was the alcohol or the mood she was in...or maybe it was just her own personality, Cecily refused to answer...hell, she refused to be scared and she certainly refused to be pushed around. "How dare you barge in here like this and talk to me like that! Is this a fucking joke?! Did Jacob set you up to this? Because, after what he did tonight, he is not in my good graces for standing me up!!" She pushed away from the younger man and tried to stand up.

Andy laughed at Cecily as she expressed her anger and tried to push away. Before she could retake her feet, he grabbed her roughly by her hair and pulled her hard back to the couch. Andrew Sr. also grinned at the passion of this woman, she had the anger of a jilted lover which made him optimistic. Andrew leaned forward, hovering just an inch from her face while pressing the gun barrel under her chin. "Look bitch, this isn't a joke. If you're pissed off at Jacob, maybe we can help each other. I'm trying to find my daughter, who I have reason to believe might be laid up with that degenerated man of yours. He's not loyal to you, do you really want to risk your life out of misguided loyalty to him? Play ball with us. Where is he? If you don't tell us, things might get... Unpleasant for you."

Any other person would've probably not cooperated but the kicker about this all was that Cecily had been stood up and wanted Jacob to pay...

"I really don't know where he's at..." She started but quickly amended, "but, I can find out if you give me my phone..there's a voice mail from his secretary....she said where he was at."

"There's a good girl." Andrew Sr. smirked, dumping out the contents of a nearby designer handbag onto the floor. He kept the pistol causally pointed as he tossed the phone over to the girl on the couch. "Play it for us."

With a huff Cecily accessed the phone's voice mail, which had Jacob's secretary done on about the lovely young lady Jacob had made plans with at the hotel, which Cecily knew exactly where it was located. When the message finished, she looked at the older man, "There. You heard it. Now leave." She said as she threw the phone at the man holding her on the couch.

Andy Jr chuckled as the phone bounced off of his chest, leaning in closer to Cecily and nibbling her neck lightly. The hand that wasn't pressing a pistol against her ribs had snaked around Cecily's body and begun roughly squeezing and caressing her breast through her dress. "Sounds like sis alright." Jr remarked, before running his tongue along the outer edge of his captive's ear. "The hotel will be a mob scene with cops by now, thanks to your incompetent assassin." Sr said curtly to his son, "we're going to hide out here for a while, my dear." Redirecting his attention back to Cecily. "i hope you don't mind if we make ourselves comfortable." Andrew Sr grinned down at his captive, unbuckling his belt and slacks slowly. "The more you cooperate, the more comfortable things will be for you."

"Perhaps, but I don't like being told what to do...." Cecily said, trying to remain calm as she tried to push groping hands away from her breasts.
Cecily wasn't aware of her plight, and she still maintained the mentality that no one could hurt her, "and cooperation was never my forte..." she said as she tried to kick at the man and at the same time struggle out of the other's grasp.

"Well that's a shame. You're so pretty now, it's a shame we'll have to make you ugly before you're obedient." Andrew Sr remarked, swinging with his hand holding the pistol at her face, his knuckles made solid contacts with her jaw and the weight of the pistol added intensity. There was a sound of tearing fabric as Andy Jr ripped the front of her dress and pinched her nipples roughly to slow down her struggling. Sr took hold of her throat and forced the barrel of his gun into her mouth. "Until Jacob gets back here, its our mission to make things as miserable for him as they can possibly be. One way of doing that would be for us to fuck your brains out, and have you enjoy it. The other way is for us to rape your guts out and kill you when we're done with you. Do you want to live to see tomorrow, bitch?"

The force of the hit was something Cecily had never experienced before. She cried out and didn't move until the gun was shoved into her mouth. Her eyes widened at what Sr. said and all she could do was nod faintly.

"That's my good girl." Sr smiled deviously, taking the gun gently from Cecily's mouth and releasing his grip on her throat. Jr was occupied on her now bare breasts, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth and pressing down on the sides with his teeth as his tongue probed at the sensitive nub. Sr finished the task of lowering his slacks to set free his mostly erect cock. With the pistol now under Cecily's damp chin, Sr slapped his cock down on her lips. "Go on then, show Daddy what a good little slut you can be. Show Jacob what happens when he steps out on a fine bitch like you. Suck this cock."

Despite the words...the hit..the pawing the younger man was doing to her, Cecily felt a jolt of excitement shoot through her body... with wide eyes, she looked up at Andrew, his cock still resting on her lips. For a moment, she considered defying him but the throbbing of pain on the side of her face made her think otherwise. It might have seemed like forever but soon, she opened her mouth and took his cock in between her lips and worked her tongue around the tip...

"Ohhh yes... That's my good girl." Andrew Sr sighed from deeply in his chest, placing his palm on the back of Cecily's head, wrapping his index finger and thumb around the base of her now slightly messy ponytail. He gripped tighter on her hair as he pushed forward with his hips, sliding the length of his veiny shaft down the curve of her tongue toward her throat. Jr was using the barrel of his gun to pry Cecily's legs apart and gently stroke the cold, metal cylinder over the cleft in her panties, his free hand moving under her ass to aid in the lifting of her skirt.

Cecily moaned at feel of all this attention on her. If there was one thing she loved, it was all attention on her. She put more effort into the action of sucking on the cock in her mouth. She worked her tongue and lips, the slurping sound mixed with their groans... With a little move, she lifted her ass up as the skirt of her dress was lifted higher, revealing her black thong.

Reinvigorated by Cecily's apparent acquiescence to him and his fathers' sexual advances, Andy used the polished steel sight of his Beretta to tease at the faint outline of Cecily's clit, sliding off the couch to his knees. Using the gun to slide Cecily's panties to one side, he pushed his face between her thighs and began loudly sucking her clit while his father fucked her face. Andrew Sr also appreciated the racy underwear intended for someone else and began pushing harder on Cecily's bobbing head when his cock moved deeper into the velvety, warm confines of her mouth. "Yes bitch, suck that cock." He groaned, leaning his head back. His cock jabbed into Cecily's throat without regard for her comfort, trying to force her face into his lap.

She was enjoying the attention to her clit, which made her relax but in turn, as she relaxed her mouth, she felt the old man's cock being shoved deeper into her mouth and down her throat, which cut off her breath. Her entire body stiffened and she tried to pull away, making a gagging noise and managing to cry out.

"Ohhhh, yeahh that's right, choke on it bitch." Andrew Sr sneered, letting Cecily pull away when she gagged. "That's the good stuff there, spit it all out. Slobber that throat jelly all over Daddy's cock." Jr was meanwhile hard at work, pushing his tongue inside of Cecily, fingering her as well, spreading his fingers apart and curling his tongue upward.

 

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The way the younger one was working his tongue deep in her pussy, Cecily came just as Sr pulled his cock out of her mouth. She cried out as her entire body shook hard from the orgasm! She was still on her high, panting from the bliss as she tried to move away, shaking her head, "Stop... Jacob might be home soon... I---we..." she stuttered, realizing for the first time the predicament she was in!

“Dumb bitch.” Andrew Sr sneered, slapping Cecily across the face with his saliva wet cock. “Your precious Jacob is balls deep in my daughter right now. That’s why he stood you up, his precious little prized girl is back. Aubrey, I’m sure you’ve heard the stories. We want Aubrey back, you want Jacob—we ought to work together. But you see… you’re our leverage.”

As his father was talking, Andy Jr had lowered his own slacks and was positioning himself on the couch behind Cecily and raising one of her legs open. He positioned the head of his cock between her damp lips, with her thong still tucked up to one side. After receiving an encouraging nod from his father, Andy pushed forward, filling her up with his hard thickness.

“It doesn’t really matter much to us if you’re alive or dead, using you as leverage works just as well both ways. If you want to stay alive, your best bet would be to demonstrate your usefulness to us as a cum dump.”

Cecily wasn't a stupid person...of course she wanted to remain alive. He was right about Jacob...he chose to be with Aubrey tonight, standing up his long-time girlfriend for 'her'...

Before she could think on it more, Cecily cried out as her pussy was filled in one harsh stroke. She threw her head to one side, her eyes closed as she tried to move away but couldn't anymore... With a groan, she could only nod, "Ok...ok... I'll do as you say..."

"That's a good girl." Andrew Sr. smiled, reaching down to caress his captive's face gently in his palm. Jr meanwhile was relishing the feeling of sliding into Cecily's warm pussy without protection. He pushed forward, again and again, taking firm grip of her ass-cheeks when she tried to writhe away.

It wasn't long before Cecily found herself moving with Jr, the feel of his cock inside her... someone other than Jacob fucking her, it was both good and bad. Unlike Jacob's faithfulness to her, Cecily was faithful to him...at least sexually. Wrapping her legs around his waist, Cecily cried out with each thrust...closer and closer to another orgasm..

“Yeah! Yeah, oh yeah! I'm doing it!" Andy was boasting, throwing a bit more authority into his thrusts, apparently looking to his Dad for approval. His hands had wrapped around Cecily's uplifted leg, one curled around her thigh and the other firmly gripping her ass. Sr was laughing at Cecily's throes of passion, slapping her from time to time with his stiff cock. "Don't get neglectful now... I could put one in your head quicker than Junior can."

 

[zydrate]

On the other side of town, as Cecily was getting her brains fucked out by the two other Daniels, Aubrey lay in Jacob's arms, totally spent from their own session of fucking each other to the point of exhaustion.

At least it was Aubrey who was exhausted. She fought to keep her eyes open as she rested her head on his chest. She heard him when he said he loved her.

As much as she wanted to tell him the same thing, she wanted to make sure he really felt it and didn't just say it because of the sexual throes they were in. Of course she loved him. From the moment when he paid attention to her and made her feel special, she started to fall in love him.

Aubrey wasn't sure if Jacob remembered, but when he rescued her and was laying in a pool of his own blood, she had told him she loved him. She would always love him. But she was sure he had passed out before hearing any of it.

She still had nightmares of all that. The time of being taken and held in captivity...