Sweet complications

[Gothmaster]

(Closed for Britwitch and myself.)

Michael Black ran for his life. He only occasionally looked behind him. It seemed that he had lost Dimitri's goons in the crowd. For the moment he was safe. It would not be long before they got back on track if he did not find a way to dissapear. He had no illusions what would happen if they caught up with him. He would not die easily. It would be a very painful death. Dimitri would probably torture and kill him himself. Dimitri was a psychopath and sadist. A very powerful psychopath with connections around the world. It was not easy to stay under his radar for very long. Almost impossible in fact.

Not only had Michael betrayed Dimitri. He had also stolen something that Dimitri had spent years to aquire. Something that meant alot to Michael as well. If he just survived long enough he could retire to some tropical island as a rich man. The opportunity had been to tempting to pass on.

Now he ran with Dimitri's peaple right on his tail. It would not take long for them to find him again. Thankful by the crowds of peaple on the New York streets Michael found his way to a back alley. He stopped there to gather his breath, leaning towards the wall. His gun felt heavy in the pocket of his leather jacket. He had never used it and did not plan of starting now. He despised weapons. He had seen to much of the darkness in this world. He spent his life in the dark. He was a criminal. A thief.

He heard the high voice of Duo. One of Dimitri's men from the street he came from. It would not take long for the man to understand where Michael went. Duo had the look of a gorilla. But there was nothing wrong with the man's intellect. Duo was the typical looks can deceive guy. A smart guy in a gorilla outfit.

Michael ran down the back alley until he reached the street on the other end. Damn it. The street was almost abandoned. No way to blend in. He saw a silver colored BMW M6 Coupe come slowly towards him.

Michael drew his Beretta 92FS and stepped out on the road right in front of the car. He aimed his gun at the window where the driver was seated. The car stopped immediately and Michael walked over to the door on the passenger side. He still aimed at the driver as he opened the door and quickly went inside the car. On the other side of the gun he looked at a woman in her early to mid twenties. She was blonde with the bluest eyes he had ever seen. Eyes that showed no fear, only mild irritation.

"Drive." Michael ordered with his gun still pointed at her. Her simple answer stunned him.

"No." Her hands was still placed on the steering wheel and her eyes was meeting his.

It must be his bad luck that he highjacked a car with a woman that just refused to do what he told her.

 

[Britwitch]

Amanda Sloane
23
5’7’’
38D-24-36
Honey coloured blonde hair, falling straight down past her shoulders to mid-way down her back, bright blue eyes.
Daughter and only child of infamous millionaire James Sloane.

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Amanda Sloane was bored.
Bored with everything. Her family, her friends, her lover...her life...
The comfort that most people would have found in the kind of background she came from, the kind of financial background, she found almost limiting. There was no danger, no excitement in her life. If she needed something, she didn't have to work for it or earn it, Daddy simply paid for it. She hadn't had to worry about anything her entire life, and even though she had practically everything she could ask for, she still felt as if she was missing out on something.

She glanced at herself in the rear view mirror as she waited in traffic. Bright blue eyes, framed with honey coloured hair, pale skin and smooth pink lips, she knew it would be more than a few years, if at all, before she would have to go down the face-lift route that her latest step-mother was already familiar with. Her father’s latest companion, Theresa, did not approve of his treatment of Amanda, believing that he should withdraw his financial support and encourage her to make a living for herself. That was about the only thing Amanda and Theresa agreed on. Amanda was en route to meet friends for coffee before going shopping, something she’d never found any real enjoyment in but it was something to do to pass the time, plus she almost always managed to find something to buy. As she was thinking about what she could waste some of her father’s money on during this trip around the boutiques and stores she suddenly found herself gasping in shock.

Amanda stamped on the brakes as a man suddenly leapt out in front of her.
She had opened her mouth and reached out to lower the window so she could hurl some choice phrases in his direction before she noticed the gun pointing straight at her. Shocked, she could only watch as he made his way around to the passenger side and got in, the weapon levelled at her head.
"Drive."
Amanda’s eyes flicked from the gun to his face and back again. The shock and fear towards the stranger and the weapon was swiftly being overcome with annoyance. Who was he to think he could come into her car and threaten her.

"No." She held his gaze firmly, one eyebrow quirked slightly. “In case you hadn’t noticed I am neither a chauffeur nor a taxi…just who do you think you are, ordering me around in such a fashion…?!” Her last few words were carefully annunciated and said with unhidden contempt. Her eyes moved past him as she saw movement coming down the alleyway, a lumbering man with a gun in his hand, he had to be pursuing the man in her care. Her stomach tightened with nerves as she looked back at the stranger staring at her, wondering what indeed she had just become involved in, although there was a definite twinge of excitement edging the nerves pulsing through her. This was the kind of thing that happened in movies, and movies were always exciting, full of adventures.

“Fine…” She said bluntly as the lumbering man in the alleyway clearly spotted his quarry sat beside her and picked up his speed, his gun aimed at them. Amanda revved the engine and pulled away into the traffic and sped away. “So…now what…?” She asked pointedly as she guided the car along the streets, heading no where in particular.

 

[Gothmaster]

Michael still held his gun pointed at the stubborn woman as she sped into the traffic. He looked out the window and saw the big Duo running toward them with a big gun in his hand. Michael cursed slowly and turned to the woman again. Now he knew why she obeyed him afterall.

“So…now what…?” She asked him as the car increased the speed and she cruised dangerously between cars, which forced Michael to grab a hold of the door beside him.

"Just watch where you are driving and don't get us killed." He responded with tension in his voice. He lowered his Beretta. He did not wan't to accidently kill his driver.

She barely managed to avoid a frontal collision with another car and Michael tensed even more in his seat. He did not believe in god but at that moment he was tempted to say a prayer to the big man upstairs.

"I think you can slow down now!" He felt his voice crack a little. Dying in a car accident was not on his agenda.

"Drive to your place. I need some time to think." He mutters still holding the gun but not aiming at her.

 

[Britwitch]

Amanda found herself struggling to surpress a grin as the stranger clung to the door while she skirted around two other cars, narrowing missing the traffic from the other direction.
"Just watch where you are driving and don't get us killed."
"I'll try not to," She replied in arctic tones, deliberately waiting until the last moment before sending the car out in a wide arc around a bus, only narrowly avoiding a head on collision with another car by inches, the terrified driver blaring his horn as they sped past.
"I think you can slow down now!"
Without a word, Amanda slowed down. Lowering their speed so that they glided along with the other traffic, the buildings and people flashing past, no longer a blur.

"Drive to your place. I need some time to think."
Amanda threw him a wide eyed glance, eyebrows arched questioningly.
"My place...?! You have got to be kidding..." She replied flatly, eyeing the gun a little nervously. It was no longer aimed at her but it's presence was enough to force to comply with his command. Smiling mischievously, she pulled up sharply on the brake, spinning the car furiously in the path of other traffic before speeding off down a side street and heading for her appartment in one of the quieter, more affluent districts.

Soon enough they pulled up outside a spotless white building. Amanda got swiftly out of the car, with half a mind to press the locking button on her keyring and trap him inside. But if she did that, the adventure would be over before it began and she had a feeling this could be fun. She leant back down through the open doorway whilst standing on the sidewalk.
"Are you coming or what...?" She asked pointedly, waiting for him to get out and follow her before locking the car and leading him inside.
Her appartment was, as one might expect, stunning. Tastefully decorated, with sleek furniture and the odd painting on the walls. It looked more like a show appartment than someone's home. No family photos on display, nothing personal in sight at all. It didn't feel like home to Amanda, she hadn't chosen it. Her father had bought it, based on it's price tag and the neighbourhood alone, it had cost a small fortune so it must be alright was his reasoning.

She swayed into the living room, her tight fitting designer jeans and equally close fitting white blouse showing off her curves to their upmost. She moved to lean against the back of one of the couches, her arms crossed across her chest as she tipped her head to the side slightly, sending her honey coloured waves cascading over her shoulder and down her front.
"And now that you have me here...what's your plan...?" She asked sarcastically.

 

[Gothmaster]

Michael was thankful that the drive from hell was over. He took a deep breath of relief as she steered the car to a stop outside a white building. She swiftly left the car, leaving Mchael in a slight daze. This woman was very irritating. Very attractive but mostly irritating. She confirmed his oppinion by opening her mouth again.

"Are you coming or what...?" Michael shrugged and exited the car and closed the door. He put the gun back in the pocket of his jacket. He could reach it easy enough if he needed to. He followed right on her tail. It was a good sight. He grinned as his eyes was locked on her swaying butt.

When she opened the door to her apartment he smiled. From what he saw she must have a good amount of money. Money he could use for his operation. Money that would sit well in his empty wallet. Maybe he had been lucky running into this woman.

He followed her to the living room and watched her leaning against the couch. "And now that you have me here...what's your plan...?" She asked him in a sarcastic tone.

Michael smile sweetly back at her. "First of all i need a shower." He said as he started to search the room for what he needed. Finally he found a duct tape in a drawer. With a triumphant grin he walks over to her. "I don't wan't you to call the cops." He says as he grabs her arms and turn her around. He wraps the tape around her wrists to see to it that she cant move them freely. He then leads her to a sitting position in the couch and does the same to her ancles.

"Sorry about this but i can't have you running around here, where i can't see you." He says with a smile that say that he are not sorry at all. Then he leave her to find the bathroom.

 

[Britwitch]

"First of all I need a shower."
Amanda watched him, curiously, as he wandered around the room, rifling through drawers and along table tops, clearly searching for something. Refraining from comment until he turned around, walking steadily back towards her, a roll of tape held up in his fingers.
"I don't want you to call the cops."
"But you-!" Her disgruntled exclamation was muffled as he swiftly pulled her arms behind her, pushing her against the couch slightly, taping her wrists together firmly. She stumbled slightly as he moved her around to sit on the couch, repeating the process with her ankles. Her blue eyes glittered angrily as he stood up, grinning at his handiwork. This was not how she had thought things would go.
"Sorry about this but i can't have you running around here, where i can't see you."
"Not as sorry as I am for not kicking you out of my car when I had the chance...!" She scowled after him, pulling uselessly at the tape bindings.
Once it became clear she couldn't pull free she sat still, quietly, waiting for him to return. Hearing the sounds of him in the shower while she did so, all the while her mind reconsidering her intial thoughts about the stranger currently showering in her bathroom. Perhaps the idea of an adventure wasn't quite so smart after all.

 

[Gothmaster]

Michael took a quick shower and used her towel to wipe himself dry. He dressed in the same clothes he had. He needed some new clothes as they where sweaty and had collected quite some dirt during his escape from Dimitri's goons. He smiled as he recalled the woman's last words. She had balls.

He return to the living room and to his satisfaction she sits where he had left her. He smiles to her as he approaches her. "Well, this is the situation. I will remove the tape but if you try to run or hurt me i will put it right back." He takes away the tape from her ancles first, keeping his eyes on her face all the time. Then he removes the tape from her wrists.

"I guess it is the polite thing to introduce myself. My name is Michael and i am a thief." He grins at her. "I was chased by some really bad men and i thank you of all my heart." He tilts his head mockingly over her hand he still hold in his. He places a quick kiss to the back of it. Merely a quick touch of his lips.

"From what i see here you are quite a wealthy young woman and i need another favor from you. I need funding. I need money to do what i must." His smile fades away as he look her in her eyes.

 

[Britwitch]

Amanda's eyes flicked upwards from the carpet as she heard him coming back into the room, their blue depths narrowing slightly as he drew nearer.
"Well, this is the situation. I will remove the tape but if you try to run or hurt me i will put it right back."
She made no attempt to comment one way or the other, to agree or make no such bargain, simply watching him as he squatted to free her ankles and then reached behind her to free her wrists. His hands took hers and pulled them gently back in front of her.

"I guess it is the polite thing to introduce myself. My name is Michael and I am a thief...I was chased by some really bad men and I thank you of all my heart."
The slightly insincere kiss to the back of her hand surprised Amanda, albeit briefly.
"From what i see here you are quite a wealthy young woman and I need another favor from you. I need funding. I need money to do what I must."
"Well, Michael the thief, I am Amanda...and I hate to disappoint you but...I am not wealthy..." She added with a slightly smirk of her own. "My father, however, is...having far more money than sense if his current wife is anything to go by..." She finished, speaking more to herself than to Michael. Slowly she stood and walked away slightly from him, putting a little distance between them once more. She found it easier to think objectively when the rather handsome stranger with the gun wasn't directly in front of her.

"But if I 'invest' some of my family's money in your..." She paused, thinking of a suitable word. "...your 'enterprise'...what do I get out of it? How will I know if my money is being used wisely...?" She once more folded her arms beneath her bust, smiling ever so slightly. "If you want my money, Michael the thief...then you'll have to take me with it...and not as a hostage, either..." She quickly added, gesturing to the roll of duct tape. "You could think of me as a mobile bank manager..." She winked in what might have been a seductive fashion under other circumstances.

"So, Michael...you get my money, I get a little adventure...do we have a deal?"

 

[Gothmaster]

"Well, Michael the thief, I am Amanda...and I hate to disappoint you but...I am not wealthy..." She told him with a slight smirk. Michael looked around the room. He did not really believe her words. The place told him of money. Lots of it.

"My father, however, is...having far more money than sense if his current wife is anything to go by..." Someone had money at least. He felt the thrill at the thought of aquiring them. He was a thief and sometimes it was the excitement of stealing that drove him rather than the need.

Amanda slowly stood up and put some distance to Michael. "But if I 'invest' some of my family's money in your..." She paused just a moment. "...your 'enterprise'...what do I get out of it? How will I know if my money is being used wisely...?" She smiled slightly and folded her arms. "If you want my money, Michael the thief...then you'll have to take me with it...and not as a hostage, either..." She gestures toward the duct tape. Michael smiles.

"You could think of me as a mobile bank manager..." Michael liked to think of her as a bank, it was the word mobile that made him feel slightly uneasy. That and her wink. "So, Michael...you get my money, I get a little adventure...do we have a deal?"

Michael did not like her proposal one bit. A stubborn woman, rich or not. Tagging along in this enterprise was not part of his plan. She was not part of anything he planned really. She was just an unforseen incident. She had helped him but he did not feel it was justifying to let her get part of his future riches. He just had to figure out a way to get the money from her and dump her along the way.

"How can i argue with that?" Michael asks with sarcasm. He walk over to her and shake her hand. "If you wan't adventure i know you will get plenty. More than you bargained for even." He grins slightly at her and the prospect of luring the money from her. "Our first objective is to buy some clothes. That sound alright with you partner?"

 

[Britwitch]

"How can i argue with that?"
Amanda offered her hand as he approached, watching his eyes as he took it, grinning slightly at the obvious disappointment in his eyes that she wasn't going to simply hand over her cash and let him waltz off into the sunset with it.
"If you wan't adventure i know you will get plenty. More than you bargained for even."
"Promises, promises..." She murmured quietly.
"Our first objective is to buy some money. That sound alright with you partner?"
"I agree we need to do something about your 'image' before anything else but I'm not going anywhere until you tell me a little about those guys who were chasing you..." Amanda moved gracefully to sit in the corner of the couch, making herself comfortable. "I want to know just what I'm getting involved in...and anyway, no secrets between partners...eh? Partner?" She finished with a smile. "What have you stolen and why did they want it so badly? They didn't look like cops to me..."