Unavoidable (21 page)
Authors: Yara Greathouse
“I want you, Colton, always and only you!” I’m breathless with pleasure.
“Damn right. You are mine. Only mine!” With a grunt, he slams into me, beginning the
last assault on all my senses. I squeeze him as hard as possible every time he strokes
inside of me. His pace slows down. He looks into my eyes and I see words forming in
his mind, I feel that he wants to take a dive and say the same words I am holding
back, and just when I think he is about to tell me the depth of his feelings, I see
his lips purse into a tight line, a resolve coming over him, and he kisses me instead.
Claiming my mouth when all I want from him is to claim my love.
Small beads of sweat are forming on his forehead and I know he is close. I’m actually
impressed he has been able to keep it together this long. I feel myself building up
again, when he leans back, arching his back, making his dick rub the right spot every
time he slides in, while his hands massage my ass, and it’s more than I can take.
His mouth covers my screams and whimpers, I feel his body tensing up, becoming rigid,
and then he is emptying himself inside me. I can feel myself shuddering at the same
time I feel his cock twitching with the last drop of his cum. He looks at me and places
his forehead to mine, breathing hard, he tells me, “You are so magnificent, and even
more so when you come while I am buried deep inside you. It’s almost like I can sense
your soul in that one moment. I feel ‘us.’ It is hard to explain and to put into words
the overwhelming joy I get when we are close like that. The moment is pure and beautiful,
just like you.”
What can you possibly say to that? Absolutely nothing. So I kiss him, I kiss him like
my life depends on it. I kiss him because he is one of the things that is holding
me together preventing me from unraveling and losing my marbles after the viral video
incident. He is the anchor that is securing me in place and giving me silent strength
to acknowledge that I want more from life than the deal I have been getting. I want
him. I want us. I want it all.
“Damn right. You are mine. Only mine!” With a grunt, he slams into me, beginning the
last assault on all my senses. I squeeze him as hard as possible every time he strokes
inside of me. His pace slows down. He looks into my eyes and I see words forming in
his mind, I feel that he wants to take a dive and say the same words I am holding
back, and just when I think he is about to tell me the depth of his feelings, I see
his lips purse into a tight line, a resolve coming over him, and he kisses me instead.
Claiming my mouth when all I want from him is to claim my love.
Small beads of sweat are forming on his forehead and I know he is close. I’m actually
impressed he has been able to keep it together this long. I feel myself building up
again, when he leans back, arching his back, making his dick rub the right spot every
time he slides in, while his hands massage my ass, and it’s more than I can take.
His mouth covers my screams and whimpers, I feel his body tensing up, becoming rigid,
and then he is emptying himself inside me. I can feel myself shuddering at the same
time I feel his cock twitching with the last drop of his cum. He looks at me and places
his forehead to mine, breathing hard, he tells me, “You are so magnificent, and even
more so when you come while I am buried deep inside you. It’s almost like I can sense
your soul in that one moment. I feel ‘us.’ It is hard to explain and to put into words
the overwhelming joy I get when we are close like that. The moment is pure and beautiful,
just like you.”
What can you possibly say to that? Absolutely nothing. So I kiss him, I kiss him like
my life depends on it. I kiss him because he is one of the things that is holding
me together preventing me from unraveling and losing my marbles after the viral video
incident. He is the anchor that is securing me in place and giving me silent strength
to acknowledge that I want more from life than the deal I have been getting. I want
him. I want us. I want it all.
Chapter 18
Brianna
We are all sitting at the table, having a great time. I was able to secure a seat
that faces the door. Only Ciara knows that I am closely monitoring every patron who
comes into the restaurant, or any other establishment that we visit, for that matter.
Old habits die hard, and it’s been a necessary habit for me. We have finished our
meals and we are just hanging out and having a few drinks, joking around laughing
and enjoying a carefree night. That’s when I see them: two big menacing guys wearing
cheap suits.
It is not the clothes on their backs that give them away. It’s the threatening way
they walk. It’s the hostile way they carry themselves. It’s how their eyes scan the
room looking for a specific someone. I know who that someone is. They are looking
for me. I pretend that I don’t see them, but keep tabs with my peripheral vision on
everything they are doing. I act normal in front of my friends, because I don’t want
to alarm anyone, or start something that may jeopardize their safety. Most of all,
I don’t want to give the thugs an indication that I am aware of them. This is one
of the few times in my life that I don’t want to be right.
The two men walk toward the bar and plant their asses on a couple of barstools catty-corner
from our table. That’s when I know they have spotted me. I’ve got to give it to them,
if it is not for the fact that I lived with their kind for over a year, I would not
have been aware of their presence. Since the bar is full with people coming to get
a drink after work and most of them are still wearing their work attire, the thugs
blend right in.
The night goes on, but we came in separate vehicles, and the designated drivers in
our party stopped drinking many rounds ago. I was one of them, of course. I do not
allow myself to be tipsy, always limiting my alcohol intake at two mixed drinks. Colton
is having a great time, and I feel terrible that I may have to put him in grave danger,
but I have confidence in my defense talents and I should be able to neutralize them
before they hurt anyone. A war is looming in the near future and this is just a small
skirmish that has to be won in order to charge forward. As always, I have some defense
weapons on me. I have a pair of nunchucks inside my boots, my kubotan necklace around
my neck and pepper gel in the inside pocket of my handbag. Easy peasy.
The night is coming to an end, and we are getting ready to part ways. I know they
will follow me, I don’t have to worry about my friends this time. We settle the checks,
and start to get ready to go. We drove two separate cars and parked in different locations
since this restaurant does not have a parking lot.
We head outside and say our goodbyes with hugs, kisses and fist bumps. The gang heads
to the left, and Colton and I turn to the right. It does not take long before I can
hear the tell-tale footsteps behind us. I put my arm around Colton and pull him as
close as possible, then I whisper a warning with an urgent voice.
“Colton, listen carefully. We are being followed - do not look back! If you do they
will pull out guns. I need the element of surprise in order to get rid of them quickly.
When I give you a warning, I will push you away and please for the love of God, stay
down. I will explain when this is all over. You got me?”
He looks at me with surprised, questioning eyes, but does not say anything. “Colton,
if you are not going to talk, at least nod so I know that you understood my instructions.”
He nods just in time as I hear them right behind us. They are big and heavy, which
also means they are noisy and slow. I had hoped that we could get to my car before
they reach us, but no dice. My car is at least another four vehicles away. We could
run, but then they could use weapons. I know they are not expecting a counter attack,
so I will definitely have that to my advantage. I reach in my purse for my can of
pepper gel and hold it in my right hand. My adrenaline is rushing and my heart is
pumping in my ears.
Ready. Set. Go!
We pass a large 4x4 truck and I release Colton, pushing him in the space in front
of the truck and the back of a car, between the two vehicles so he can take cover
on the other side of the truck.
“Now!” I say out loud at the same time that I push Colton. I turn around and spray
them with the pepper gel which has a fifteen foot reach and since they are about four
feet away and there is no wind, it was a direct face hit that immediately disorients
them.
I release the spray gel canister and reach for my nunchucks inside my tall boots,
and with my other hand I pull on my kubotan effectively breaking the necklace and
freeing the weapon. I attack, and knowing that I have to completely disable the first
guy, I move my nunchucks in an L spin – from the top right shoulder down to my left
hip, then back to the right hip - adding a strike to his temple with everything I
have, luckily making him tumble, but the heavy ass rhino did not fall back like I
hoped, so I wrist spin the nunchucks and strike him again coming from the opposite
side. I notice the other guy fumbling for something inside his pocket, most likely
his gun, so I know I’m running out of time.
I take two steps towards the other idiot, and he’s wiping his eyes, sees me coming
and blocks my strike with his arm, so I change strategy taking a huge step back and
giving him a strong round kick to the side of his face, breaking his nose. When he
bends over in pain, I push his head down, kneeing him in the face causing him to bounce
back up and when he does, I provide him with a front snap kick down into his kneecap.
I hear a beautiful crack and I know I achieved the snap I wanted. Screaming in agony,
the guy is down on the cement. Reaching into his pocket, I grab his gun and throw
it to Colton, who is looking at me in pure disbelief and anger at the same time. I
give him a pleading look and hope that he stays protected behind the truck, but I
can tell he is twitching to join the action.
Looking back I see the other guy completely disoriented, wobbling but not falling
down. Idiot. I come at him and using the spike from my kubotan, I punch him in the
sternum, causing him to cover the wound with his hands. I hit him with the nunchucks
on his face, giving me the opportunity to put my left arm under his right one, and
punching him three times on the left side of his neck with the closed nunchucks, and
while he is trying to cover and block my attack with his left arm, I push him down
to knee him in the chest, finally putting the closed nunchucks on top of the back
of his elbow – as his arm is still resting on my shoulder – then in a quick strong
motion, pushing with my hands on each end of the nunchucks, I hear his elbow snap.
When he falls down I grab his gun out of its holster and put it away under my shirt,
and I also take his phone out of his pocket.
“What is your name?” I ask him but he does not respond. Their previous screams are
going to attract people, luckily it’s late and there’s no one looking right now. Obviously
in need of additional motivation, I kick him in his ribcage.
“Mickey! My name is Mickey!”
I bend over him so I don’t have to talk loud “Okay, Mickey, I know who sent you. You
tell him that I will be calling him from your phone really soon. I have a shitload
of surprises for him and I am looking forward to getting in touch really soon.”
Someone appears from the corner of the building and asks “Is everything okay?” I give
an award winning performance as I yell back “Call 911! These two got in a fight and
are badly hurt.” The guy pulls out his phone and starts dialing. While the guy is
explaining to the operator the where and when, I casually move towards Colton and
we start walking to my car. I remove Mickey’s phone from my pocket and remove the
SIM card, then I turn it off. It won’t be needed tonight anyway. The phone call will
not be made until everything is in place.
Climbing in the car, we hear the sirens, but I doubt the goons are going to say they
got beat up by a girl. I’m sure they are more concerned about hiding before the cops
get there. I casually and without hurry pull away from the curb and start driving.
I have to make an immediate withdrawal from my storage unit. I also have no idea how
to explain this shit to Colton without telling him the entire story. Ultimately, I
feel sad because I know the idea of “Us” is dying with every second that passes by.
I don’t think I will be able to avoid the inevitable any longer.
Colton
We pull away from the curb as the blue and red lights were approaching the scene,
and now we drive around like nothing happened. I am so angry, I have no idea where
to begin and what questions to ask. I can’t even look at her right now. I aim my unfocused
gaze out the window.
“Are you okay?” she glances at me and asks me that stupid ass question.
She is cool and calm while she drives. What the hell is she, a CIA operative? Why
is she not even fazed? I wonder what to say to her as the action movie we just left
behind replays in my head. Most importantly, who the hell were those guys and why
are they trying to get her? I try to keep my calm and play along.
“What makes you think I am not okay? All I did was hide my ass behind a truck while
my girlfriend proceeded to disarm and kicked some serious thug ass.” I treat her to
my best sarcastic tone and give her a warning look.
“Colton, you can’t possibly be mad at me! I just saved our lives! Those guys were
not there to invite us to a private party, you know?”
“Oh, I know. I mean, I would have to not only be blind, but deaf, too, in order to
believe they were not meaning to hurt you. Can you
please
tell me what the hell is going on! When, exactly, did you realize they were after
you?”
Brianna opens her mouth and then thinks better of it, and closes it. I see her chest
expanding on a deep breath, obviously buying time on what to say to me.
“Spill it right now. I mean it.” The buildings we pass by do not look familiar and
I do not recognize where we are headed to or what part of the city we are in.
Brianna looks directly into my eyes and whispers her answer. “No.”
“Are you fucking serious right now? Because you better not be!” I scream at her. I
can’t stay calm. I am scared out of my mind for her and her safety. Is this part of
the big secret about her past? It can’t be.
“Hey! There is no need to raise your voice. I am sitting right here, Colton!” She
looks at me and points her finger at my face, and then slams her open palm into the
steering wheel.
I take a deep breath and lower my voice, but the anger I feel comes out of my mouth
in a loud growl. “You better be kidding me! We were almost killed five minutes ago
and all you worry about is my volume? Fuck me Brianna, what the hell!” Okay, that
didn’t last long.
“I just cannot tell you. If I do, it will put you in grave danger. You need to forget
what you have witnessed. Let it go Colton, I beg you, please, just let it go.”
I look at her incredulously and whisper my answer the same way she did to me seconds
ago. “No. I am afraid I can’t let it go. Dangerous people are obviously after you,
which means they are after me, too, by association.”
“They don’t even know who you are! I will drop you off at your place and I will take
care of this. Within the next couple of days it will all be over for good. I promise.”
“For good? Is this not the first time they’ve come after you? Who are these people,
Brianna and what have you done for them to want to hunt you down?” I give her a few
seconds. Nothing. She is as pale as a fucking ghost and won’t say anything in answer
to all my questions. I am so frustrated I need to hit something but I’ve got nothing,
so I put my hands over my face and growl like a wild animal because I don’t know what
the fuck else to do. I feel powerless and it is definitely a terrible way to feel.
When I uncover my face, we are turning into a row of storage buildings.
Brianna
We are all sitting at the table, having a great time. I was able to secure a seat
that faces the door. Only Ciara knows that I am closely monitoring every patron who
comes into the restaurant, or any other establishment that we visit, for that matter.
Old habits die hard, and it’s been a necessary habit for me. We have finished our
meals and we are just hanging out and having a few drinks, joking around laughing
and enjoying a carefree night. That’s when I see them: two big menacing guys wearing
cheap suits.
It is not the clothes on their backs that give them away. It’s the threatening way
they walk. It’s the hostile way they carry themselves. It’s how their eyes scan the
room looking for a specific someone. I know who that someone is. They are looking
for me. I pretend that I don’t see them, but keep tabs with my peripheral vision on
everything they are doing. I act normal in front of my friends, because I don’t want
to alarm anyone, or start something that may jeopardize their safety. Most of all,
I don’t want to give the thugs an indication that I am aware of them. This is one
of the few times in my life that I don’t want to be right.
The two men walk toward the bar and plant their asses on a couple of barstools catty-corner
from our table. That’s when I know they have spotted me. I’ve got to give it to them,
if it is not for the fact that I lived with their kind for over a year, I would not
have been aware of their presence. Since the bar is full with people coming to get
a drink after work and most of them are still wearing their work attire, the thugs
blend right in.
The night goes on, but we came in separate vehicles, and the designated drivers in
our party stopped drinking many rounds ago. I was one of them, of course. I do not
allow myself to be tipsy, always limiting my alcohol intake at two mixed drinks. Colton
is having a great time, and I feel terrible that I may have to put him in grave danger,
but I have confidence in my defense talents and I should be able to neutralize them
before they hurt anyone. A war is looming in the near future and this is just a small
skirmish that has to be won in order to charge forward. As always, I have some defense
weapons on me. I have a pair of nunchucks inside my boots, my kubotan necklace around
my neck and pepper gel in the inside pocket of my handbag. Easy peasy.
The night is coming to an end, and we are getting ready to part ways. I know they
will follow me, I don’t have to worry about my friends this time. We settle the checks,
and start to get ready to go. We drove two separate cars and parked in different locations
since this restaurant does not have a parking lot.
We head outside and say our goodbyes with hugs, kisses and fist bumps. The gang heads
to the left, and Colton and I turn to the right. It does not take long before I can
hear the tell-tale footsteps behind us. I put my arm around Colton and pull him as
close as possible, then I whisper a warning with an urgent voice.
“Colton, listen carefully. We are being followed - do not look back! If you do they
will pull out guns. I need the element of surprise in order to get rid of them quickly.
When I give you a warning, I will push you away and please for the love of God, stay
down. I will explain when this is all over. You got me?”
He looks at me with surprised, questioning eyes, but does not say anything. “Colton,
if you are not going to talk, at least nod so I know that you understood my instructions.”
He nods just in time as I hear them right behind us. They are big and heavy, which
also means they are noisy and slow. I had hoped that we could get to my car before
they reach us, but no dice. My car is at least another four vehicles away. We could
run, but then they could use weapons. I know they are not expecting a counter attack,
so I will definitely have that to my advantage. I reach in my purse for my can of
pepper gel and hold it in my right hand. My adrenaline is rushing and my heart is
pumping in my ears.
Ready. Set. Go!
We pass a large 4x4 truck and I release Colton, pushing him in the space in front
of the truck and the back of a car, between the two vehicles so he can take cover
on the other side of the truck.
“Now!” I say out loud at the same time that I push Colton. I turn around and spray
them with the pepper gel which has a fifteen foot reach and since they are about four
feet away and there is no wind, it was a direct face hit that immediately disorients
them.
I release the spray gel canister and reach for my nunchucks inside my tall boots,
and with my other hand I pull on my kubotan effectively breaking the necklace and
freeing the weapon. I attack, and knowing that I have to completely disable the first
guy, I move my nunchucks in an L spin – from the top right shoulder down to my left
hip, then back to the right hip - adding a strike to his temple with everything I
have, luckily making him tumble, but the heavy ass rhino did not fall back like I
hoped, so I wrist spin the nunchucks and strike him again coming from the opposite
side. I notice the other guy fumbling for something inside his pocket, most likely
his gun, so I know I’m running out of time.
I take two steps towards the other idiot, and he’s wiping his eyes, sees me coming
and blocks my strike with his arm, so I change strategy taking a huge step back and
giving him a strong round kick to the side of his face, breaking his nose. When he
bends over in pain, I push his head down, kneeing him in the face causing him to bounce
back up and when he does, I provide him with a front snap kick down into his kneecap.
I hear a beautiful crack and I know I achieved the snap I wanted. Screaming in agony,
the guy is down on the cement. Reaching into his pocket, I grab his gun and throw
it to Colton, who is looking at me in pure disbelief and anger at the same time. I
give him a pleading look and hope that he stays protected behind the truck, but I
can tell he is twitching to join the action.
Looking back I see the other guy completely disoriented, wobbling but not falling
down. Idiot. I come at him and using the spike from my kubotan, I punch him in the
sternum, causing him to cover the wound with his hands. I hit him with the nunchucks
on his face, giving me the opportunity to put my left arm under his right one, and
punching him three times on the left side of his neck with the closed nunchucks, and
while he is trying to cover and block my attack with his left arm, I push him down
to knee him in the chest, finally putting the closed nunchucks on top of the back
of his elbow – as his arm is still resting on my shoulder – then in a quick strong
motion, pushing with my hands on each end of the nunchucks, I hear his elbow snap.
When he falls down I grab his gun out of its holster and put it away under my shirt,
and I also take his phone out of his pocket.
“What is your name?” I ask him but he does not respond. Their previous screams are
going to attract people, luckily it’s late and there’s no one looking right now. Obviously
in need of additional motivation, I kick him in his ribcage.
“Mickey! My name is Mickey!”
I bend over him so I don’t have to talk loud “Okay, Mickey, I know who sent you. You
tell him that I will be calling him from your phone really soon. I have a shitload
of surprises for him and I am looking forward to getting in touch really soon.”
Someone appears from the corner of the building and asks “Is everything okay?” I give
an award winning performance as I yell back “Call 911! These two got in a fight and
are badly hurt.” The guy pulls out his phone and starts dialing. While the guy is
explaining to the operator the where and when, I casually move towards Colton and
we start walking to my car. I remove Mickey’s phone from my pocket and remove the
SIM card, then I turn it off. It won’t be needed tonight anyway. The phone call will
not be made until everything is in place.
Climbing in the car, we hear the sirens, but I doubt the goons are going to say they
got beat up by a girl. I’m sure they are more concerned about hiding before the cops
get there. I casually and without hurry pull away from the curb and start driving.
I have to make an immediate withdrawal from my storage unit. I also have no idea how
to explain this shit to Colton without telling him the entire story. Ultimately, I
feel sad because I know the idea of “Us” is dying with every second that passes by.
I don’t think I will be able to avoid the inevitable any longer.
Colton
We pull away from the curb as the blue and red lights were approaching the scene,
and now we drive around like nothing happened. I am so angry, I have no idea where
to begin and what questions to ask. I can’t even look at her right now. I aim my unfocused
gaze out the window.
“Are you okay?” she glances at me and asks me that stupid ass question.
She is cool and calm while she drives. What the hell is she, a CIA operative? Why
is she not even fazed? I wonder what to say to her as the action movie we just left
behind replays in my head. Most importantly, who the hell were those guys and why
are they trying to get her? I try to keep my calm and play along.
“What makes you think I am not okay? All I did was hide my ass behind a truck while
my girlfriend proceeded to disarm and kicked some serious thug ass.” I treat her to
my best sarcastic tone and give her a warning look.
“Colton, you can’t possibly be mad at me! I just saved our lives! Those guys were
not there to invite us to a private party, you know?”
“Oh, I know. I mean, I would have to not only be blind, but deaf, too, in order to
believe they were not meaning to hurt you. Can you
please
tell me what the hell is going on! When, exactly, did you realize they were after
you?”
Brianna opens her mouth and then thinks better of it, and closes it. I see her chest
expanding on a deep breath, obviously buying time on what to say to me.
“Spill it right now. I mean it.” The buildings we pass by do not look familiar and
I do not recognize where we are headed to or what part of the city we are in.
Brianna looks directly into my eyes and whispers her answer. “No.”
“Are you fucking serious right now? Because you better not be!” I scream at her. I
can’t stay calm. I am scared out of my mind for her and her safety. Is this part of
the big secret about her past? It can’t be.
“Hey! There is no need to raise your voice. I am sitting right here, Colton!” She
looks at me and points her finger at my face, and then slams her open palm into the
steering wheel.
I take a deep breath and lower my voice, but the anger I feel comes out of my mouth
in a loud growl. “You better be kidding me! We were almost killed five minutes ago
and all you worry about is my volume? Fuck me Brianna, what the hell!” Okay, that
didn’t last long.
“I just cannot tell you. If I do, it will put you in grave danger. You need to forget
what you have witnessed. Let it go Colton, I beg you, please, just let it go.”
I look at her incredulously and whisper my answer the same way she did to me seconds
ago. “No. I am afraid I can’t let it go. Dangerous people are obviously after you,
which means they are after me, too, by association.”
“They don’t even know who you are! I will drop you off at your place and I will take
care of this. Within the next couple of days it will all be over for good. I promise.”
“For good? Is this not the first time they’ve come after you? Who are these people,
Brianna and what have you done for them to want to hunt you down?” I give her a few
seconds. Nothing. She is as pale as a fucking ghost and won’t say anything in answer
to all my questions. I am so frustrated I need to hit something but I’ve got nothing,
so I put my hands over my face and growl like a wild animal because I don’t know what
the fuck else to do. I feel powerless and it is definitely a terrible way to feel.
When I uncover my face, we are turning into a row of storage buildings.
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