Part 80

Part 80

“I love you too but the next time you’re hit, you need to say something sooner, don’t hide it.”

“I wasn’t hiding it, I didn’t want us to stop, and we were so close to the people that was trying to gun us down. I had a decision to make and made the decision that I thought was best for our three person team. It would’ve been best to lose one life and not all three.”

“We’re married and that means we make executive decisions together. What you think was better for the team, wasn’t. If I had lost you, there wouldn’t have been a reason for me to keep living, and where would that have left John?”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t think about it that way.”

I sat up straight and also apologized to John for my selfish decision making. Without notice, he wrapped his arm around my neck, kissed me on the forehead, and started to tell me that he understood why I made the decision, and that love is rare but powerful. I sat there looking at him, wondering if all the good men are here in the CIA fighting for their lives. While looking at the side of John’s face, I was able to see a large green waste truck coming for us from the side full speed.

I yell out, “danger on three.”

Tony punched the gas and slightly turned the wheel as he spoke softly for us to brace ourselves. John and Eric both held onto me making sure that I didn’t get too much of the impact. The waste truck hits the rear of the SUV spinning us several times, as soon as the SUV came to a halt, the doors flew open, and I was pulled out of the back seat and yelled at to run. Eric right behind me, Tony and Stephen running along side of me, but I didn’t see John.

“Where’s John? Where’s John?”

“He was pinned, he’s in the truck. Just keep running.”

I stopped dead in my tracks and headed back to the SUV, “we can’t leave him behind.”

Eric grabbed me, “the SUV is going to explode.”

Freeing my arms from his tight grasp, “more of a reason to help him.”

Running back as fast as I could, I was close enough to see the white in John’s eyes and hear him screaming at me to get back. I wasn’t going to leave him there to die and I sure is hell wasn’t going to let him go by himself. I took one more step and the explosion, the explosion was so powerful that I was thrown halfway down the block. Not because the one SUV exploded, but because vehicles on each side of the street started to explode as well, setting off a chain reaction.

Laying there unable to move, I look up and see Tony and Eric reaching for me. I can see their mouths moving, but couldn't hear anything they were saying. All I could hear is a loud annoying ringing sound. I don't know for sure, but I'm thinking I would've been safer in prison.

Part 79

Part 79

It feels like we’ve been running a lot further than two miles. I’m sweating like I just got out of the shower, dizzy, and my body is starting to give up on me. I have no idea on how to keep this to myself any longer so I cry out for Eric,

“Eric, I-I can’t go any further. I’ve lost a lot of blood.”

Eric runs to my aid right before my legs gave out and I collapsed. My head started spinning out of control, I couldn't focus my eyes to look into his but I knew this wasn't my ending; so I hoped.

"You can't go to sleep baby, you can't. You have to stay with us."

John pushes Eric aside telling me, "this is going to hurt, it's going to hurt so bad that you're going to want to pass out but you have to fight that urge. Do you understand me, you have to fight it to stay alive. If you pass out I can't guarantee that you'll recover, so you have to stay with me."

I nodded my head to let him know that I understood, but in my mind I knew I wasn't ready for what was going to come. John stuffs my mouth with some type of rag, rips my shirt, and digs his strong sausage like fingers in my wounds. He started fishing around for the bullets that conjoined side by side; I could feel his fingers wrestling with my muscles trying relieve me of the piece of iron inside. Eric held my other arm while whispering in my ear that I'll be okay and that we're going to spend our older years on a beach on an island. Not too long after I felt a great release, my body turned from being extremely hot to nuke warm to freezing within minutes.

I don't know when I went down or how long I was out of it, but by the time I woke up we were all in an SUV moving to our next destination. There were two additional men in there with us, both in the front seat; John and Eric was in the second row and I was in the third. In the back with me were several semiautomatic weapons and two boxes with that read "FRAGILE DYNAMITE". I felt like I could've jumped fifty feet in the air if we weren't in a moving vehicle.

"I hope wherever we're heading, we get there soon."

Eric stated laughing and reached his hand over to help me over the back of the seat they were sitting on. He introduced me to the gentleman in the front seat as other agents Tony and Stephen, saying they caught up with them when they carried me out on the sewage system. Come to find out, they weren't the ride we were supposed to get, by the time we got to the pickup location those two agents were already dead.

"How are you feeling?" John asked

"A little sore but a lot better, thank you for asking."

"We will have to change your dressing every few hours to make sure infection doesn’t set in and pump you with fluids each time. The bullets didn't hit any organs and it was an easy stitch job. I'm not saying you're out of the woods yet, you need to rest, and stay out of the way." Tony said, looking back and forth from the rear view mirror to the road.

“Thank you both for your assistance but my life is on the line just like yours, so I plan to help whenever a problem arise. Please understand I’m not trying to be disrespectful or out of line but you four are a part of my life now, I will have your six just like you have mine.”

“I’m not saying if bullets start flying to lay down for a nap. I’m saying if extra movement can be prevented let’s weigh our options.” Tony replied.

“Yes Sir, thank you.” I said.

There’s no point in arguing, but I need them all to understand that when they move, so will I. I will not be a sitting duck, if I’m going to die I want to go down fighting. Eric wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close, forcing me to rest my head on his shoulder. Laying on him excited me, the sweat of this man is mentally toxic like an aphrodisiac that no one has discovered. Reaching my lips to grace his neck, I whispered in his ear that I loved him, and I was blessed with his sweet soft lips on my forehead.

Part 78

Part 78 (Short part, my cell is at 2% Ha)

I didn't knew how hard it was to stay out of sight until tonight. Of course there's not one straight alleyway we can travel, so there's times we have to join the public on the streets. Everytime we had to walk amongst civilians they didn't seem to bat an eye, they went on their way as if we were invisible which is a plus for us. I don't know why I thought we were going to make it to our ride without incident, but as soon as felt my body relax all hell broke loose. Bullets flying in every direction as if we were under attack and cornered. Eric yelling for us to find higher ground. Ducking behind dumpsters, we check door after door but not finding a single entrance into a safe place.

John yells out, but his exit was the opposite of what Eric suggested, but we would be stupid not to go. Running in John's direction, all three of us shooting  where the bullets were coming from. With every bullet that slide through our barrels, a life was lost or a fellow agent was wounded. Damn near jumping down the manhole and into the sewage system,  we make it to the bottom alive but not all of us was well. I could feel warmth and a sharp pain come from my left side. Without complaining, I kept moving trying to keep up with the fellas.

I can feel the blood running down my side collecting at my waistband. There's no time to stop to look, if they catch up to us now, the last thing I'll be worrying about is my current gunshot wound; a bullet to the head seems a lot worse than what I'm currently dealing with. At least this way I have time before I meet my end.

Part 77

Part 77

"We would still need to get out of the Country and with everyone being offered the same reward, we're going to be fighting from the time we pack up to leave until we get on the flight. It's going to be like the war of 1857, the Indian Rebellion. That's not including innocent civilians, we need to think of a safer way." Eric said.

"Sorry, there's no other way. It's through the crowds and over the water. It'll be harder for them to spot us, the weak ones will be looking for the safe way, and it's more of them than your aware of; this is the safest and fastest. I'm the third person he told, so he's giving us a few days before he goes to the next person; but I'm also the last he's giving a time frame. Everyone else will be notified as a group, he's giving us time get out of here before shit gets crazy."

"Why? I know he hates me and thinks I'm the reason Eric wants out of the agency. So, that doesn't add up. Unless we were told after everyone else."

Silence comforted the room while we looked at one another, attempting to process all of the possibilities. I don't know about them, but I'm ready to pack up and go. I instructed John to get what he needs to jump ship and told Eric to make some phones calls to get us out of here. John showed us quickly where ammunition, bullet proof vest, C4, and other guns are located. He said he wanted to make sure we were armed and ready for war, so we can all get to our place so we can pack. Eric interrupted him,

"We don't need to pack. If we can get enough to arm us, we'll be fine no matter where he go. We come up with a Country and we have a place to stay, so that part is covered."

I see that Eric's been setting up an exit plan way before I came along, it's always great to have an exit plan from the agency. We got everything we needed, bullet proof vest on and strapped; two hand guns, a fully loaded, extended clip for the AR-15 with extra ammo and C4 in backpacks. Before we got a chance to open the trap door there was an explosion. An explosion so powerful that it shook the house and cracks started to spider throughout the ceiling and walls. John yells out to head back, and we started running to the end of the corridor, and back through the door of the room we were once in. John opens a panel on the floor and pulls a bright green lever. A large steel door slams shut at the entrance we just passed through, the power goes out, and we're standing there in darkness not knowing if this was a set up by John or if the Old Man threw us to the wolves. After about three minutes of standing in the unknown, blue lights came on exposing John's tunneled escape route.

Allowing him to take the lead, our guns are drawn, and we're ready for whatever comes our way. John starts to jog and we follow closely behind, aiming our guns in front of us waiting for someone to appear in the blue darkness. John came to an abrupt halt looked down the corridor and pointed for us to go up the ladder but took the lead. I assume he did that because he noticed our hesitation, we may be running together, but it doesn't mean we can trust him.

At the top, there's light coming through a circular metal sheet that John didn't struggle to remove. When we reached the end of the ladder we were in an alleyway about four miles away from John's home. Eric pulls out a phone and makes a call to get a ride to meet us. Eric tells us that we are two miles southwest of our pickup location, but we need to stay off the street, and out of sight because we wouldn't be able to blend with our tactical gear and weapons. I guess we'll be cruising the alleyways for the next two plus miles.

Part 76

Part 76

The walkie went silent, the only thing I could hear is the grass crackling under my feet and my heart racing out of control. When I found a section of the wall that was not occupied by cameras and low enough for me to look over without touching anything, I knew this would be my entrance point. Scaling the wall, I come face to face with the opening into the side yard, where there's a stone walkway to a side entrance ending with French style doors. Before taking another step, I equipped my side arm with a silencer custom made for my Glock 19. Not only does it muffle the sound, it splits the bullet before exiting the barrel. It helps damage the bullet in a way that even if they could put it back together, it wouldn't give them a clear match. The victim wouldn't make it no matter what, even if they get to the hospital in enough time, the surgeons wouldn't be able to repair everything at once.

"Alpha to Support."

"Go ahead."

"The alarm is off, enter sixty seconds, I got high, and you have low."

"10-4."

Counting down, I checked the door and it was locked. I pulled out my kit so I can gain entry without breaking anything and causing attention to ourselves. As soon as I hit five, the door slightly opened, and my heart is beating 100 miles a minute. It's not fear though, it's pure adrenaline and excitement. Stepping in, gun drawn, I glance across the room, and see Eric looking back at me. He motions where her wants me to move first. In my head as I'm going in and out of rooms, I keep reminding myself to make one low clicking sound so Eric will know I'm okay, and that I'm clearing the rooms; he does two clicking sounds to let me know his rooms are clean and he's okay.

I cleared the first floor and basement; when I reached the foyer, Eric was standing at the top of the steps motioning for me to come up,  and giving me one click to let me know he located our mark. Eric on one side of the door and I the other. Listening to see if there was more than one voice, but we could only hear John. Assuming he was on the phone we waited for him to hang up so we could question him here as long as we could without interruption. If interrupted, we'll execute our plans to vacate the premises.

Twenty minutes into his conversation we knew exactly who he was talking too, the older man that sent us on this mission. The problem is, by John's side of the conversation it seems he was offered the same deal, so now we have a bigger problem on our hands. As soon as John exited the conversation, we slowly walked in, guns drawn, talking to him calmly as if we were invited in.

"We're going to need to you keep your palms up until I finish explaining while we're here."

"Let me guess, Grandpa sent you."

"He did, he gave us everyone's file and told us we had a mole feeding information to the Russians."

"Slimy old bastard." John said with aggression and fiery.

"Listen John, Eric and I would rather talk to you without pointing our guns at you, but we can't do that thinking you're going to kill us."

"Kill you? Kill you? I was planning in my head what beach I want to escape too before the two of you came in, uninvited I should add."

Eric lowers his gun and holster it, I do the same. John stands and starts walking towards us telling us to follow him. He leads us to the basement then through a secret door that was located within the bricks. The room was the size of his master bedroom with all types of arsenal, maps, and computers. He went to the very back of the room and told Eric  that he needed to turn on the computer so his palms wouldn't be visible. Without being instructed, I walk around first to check the area before allowing him out of sight. He told us that the guns are all over but don't keep one near that computer because it has a lot of important data and he only uses it when his guards are on campus. Giving him the go ahead, he pulls up the CIA's database. John showed us the log of who was in the system making changes and the time. 

"Grandpa is the one, he's the so called mole. He's turning us all against one another, if you know like I know, you'll skip town with me. We can form our own alliance and anyone that has half of a brain will seek us out."

Part 75

Part 75

The first person on our list is John McClear from Lexington Kentucky. This agent is Anglo-Saxon, blonde hair, eyes as blue as the ocean, and stands about six feet seven inches. John was a sniper in the 19th infantry, which may problematic for us trying to get close to him. It’s said that most snipers know how to blend and can be almost invisible to the human eye. We see them in our everyday ventures into the World, but we can never describe them even if they stood next to us, they’re that good with blending. We found that John now lives in Florida, in the South Palm Beach area. I guess that would be the perfect place for him, given his looks. If he tans nicely, he’ll surely fit in with the stereotype of what a surfer looks like.

Traveling down Ocean Boulevard there’s people everywhere, going towards the beach, leaving the beach; kids with glow sticks, and teddy bears. We came at the right time; there must be a carnival in the area. Which means, right before their last night at any location, they normally let off fireworks that'll muffle the sound of a fight or gunshots; whichever comes first. As we were getting closer to John, every street we cross over, almost immediately someone that's standing on that corner makes a call, right before they take off running in the opposite direction that we're heading in.

"You may want to get ready, we're going to be under fire shortly."

"Then stop the car and pull over. We'll maybe be less obvious if we're walking."

"We'll be wide open with nothing to slow the bullets down. At least this way it'll have to go through the car first before it hits us."

"All we're doing is surveillaning the area, we'll be coming back to do the job, so what's the big deal?"

"Nothing I guess."

He pulled over and we walked the rest of the way. Three miles one way and three on the way back but we were able to gain some insightful intel. There's three plain clothed guards at the front gate, but they weren't armed from what I could see. Four cameras facing the gate from different angles and six embedded in the trees surrounding the front of the house. Our plan will be to come back after two in the morning, go over the wall, and capture our mark for questioning. The only problem is that we don't know if the guards are armed inside, if there are any dogs, or cameras. So basically, we're going in blind. I was okay with that, I just want to get this started. It would be nice if he was the mole,  but the likelihood of that isn't likely. We may end up going through his entire team before we have any clues of the real perpetrator, but que sera sera.

We took our time, we wanted to make sure that we had everything in order, an escape plan as a back up, in case our first extraction
plan fails. A few days later, got the word that the carnival will be here for another month, we don't have time to be waiting around, so we're moving in tonight.

Setting out to get our first mark, it's three in the morning, anger the streets are clear. We were two miles from John's home, Eric thought it was best of we used one stolen vehicle to get here, and one of John's to transport him back. We decided the best thing to do was to look like we're runners, wearing bright reflective colors, and running shoes. Also making it a point to have in ear buds, pretending to listen to music. Instead the plug to the headphones is tapped to the inside of our pockets that we'll end up using to communicate. If we plug them in now there will be a loud interference that'll be deafening to the both of us. Now one mile out, we slow up our pace because we don't want to exhaust  ourselves before we get to our final destination.

Eric breaks off into the neighbors' yard but I keep running so I can do the same but on the other side of John's home. I connect my headphones to the walkie that Eric and I share.

"Alpha to Support." Eric repeated twice.

"Support's ETA, ten minutes."

"Roger that, keep your head low Support."

"10-4."

Part 74

Part 74

During this week we trained our bodies to accept four hours of sleep a day. We know it's not healthly, but dying of a bullet to your head while you're sleeping isn't either so, we weighed our pros and cons, and would rather put up a fight. Each day after the first week was a breeze, we pushed our bodies to the element everyday as if we were on the run already. There wasn't one time that I thought about making love to my man but I also knew that being selfish and not making sure he's please can cause problems between us. The night before the big meeting with the old guy I set out time to pamper Eric and give him the best ride of his life, no pun intended.

Before we knew it, it was noon and the meeting was in an hour. I showered and got ready while Eric kept an eye out for anything out of the ordinary. As soon as I exited the bedroom Eric yells out,

"There's action on the southwest corner. A all black SUV has been coming right for us, with government tags. They're about two minutes before they're at the front door."

We gathered everything we needed and took our places. There was a knock at the door and my heart started racing out of control, there was nothing I could think about to settle my racing thoughts. Eric slowly opened the door, giving the old man enough space to slide through sideways, and following directly behind him was four boxes loaded onto a push cart. Assuming those are all the files we needed in order to start our investigation, I was still questioning if those boxes were filled with files or bombs. I mean, he's old enough not to care if he dies or not, so being careful is my first priority.

Eric checked each box and cleared the old man stating he didn't have a bomb strapped to his chest. What a relief, I can finally breathe. He started giving us the rundown on who to look at first and the reasoning behind it. Hours and hours of briefing, we decided to order something to eat so we can re-energize ourselves for the next round information that we were cramming to learn. After we get all of the knowledge we can hold, we will head out to check our mark.

Part 73

Part 73

We were walking around the area to get everything we needed to eat, we stopped at a pay phone, and Eric called into the agency to confirm acceptance to the mission.  We set a time and date but told him we'll  contact him an hour before on the location. He told Eric that there was a lot of information because each agent has a file and we would have to investigate each one; there's a little over 500 of us. I suggested we have it at our place, this way we have time up set up the surveillance we need to see anyone coming. Eric agreed and gave the old man the okay to come back to our home, invited this time.

On the way back to our place we came across a small electronic store, that has a lot of different surveillance devices for 70% lower than the name brand, and the quality isn't that far off. Getting everything we needed, three cell phones, and double of the things we weren't sure if we would use; we set off in the direction of home so we could start securing our living space. Since we don't know the area, we made one more stop to get maps of this area and surrounding towns.

While eating, we came up a plan, and an escape route just in case things don't go as expected. Cameras strategically placed in four corners that overlooks each angle of we're our place is located. For shuts and giggles we set up two cameras in the nearby sewage system and five more facing the sky, just in case they decide to come in over our heads. Once everything was set up, we went inside to connect the televisions and our cell phones to the cameras outside. Eric put together some homemade alarm systems that secured the door, windows; hell, even the mailbox had an alarm on it. We can see as far as two miles out in any direction and will be notified when we have a possible intruder coming in our direction so we'll have enough to prepare.

We spent the duration of our night putting together a light bug-out bag, that'll keep us safe while on the run. All of the small things that make a great difference when you have to rely on the elements and getting a hotel aren't in the plans. We did some sparring, then studying the area that we were in, allowing the sun beat us to the bed. We decided on a high protein breakfast so we can be ready in case they decide to come early. I took the first shift to sleep while Eric kept an eye on the cameras, then after four hours, we ate together and switched positions.

Part 72

Part 72

"It's a set up, they never let anyone go alive."

"Let's give it a try,  it's not like we have a lot to lose."

"Our lives."

"So running is the new living? Sorry,  I missed the memo."

"I'd rather run to live another day, than to end up murdered with without a chance."

"It's not like we're going to let our guard down, we're going to still be safe, and do what we're supposed too to grow old together. What if he's not lying? What they'll let us walk? We won't know unless we give him a chance."

"I swear, if he's lying I'm going to kill him."

"During the time we're searching for our marks, we can make a list of those that have the say so on our lives. What do you think? "

"If that's what you want to do, I have your back. You run the show and tell me what to do,  I'll help with ideas as we move forward."

"Then, I order you to come over here and give me some of that good ass loving."

Eric walks over, dropping his boxer briefs while in route allowing it all to hang. By the time he gets to the side of the bed, my lady part was ready for the taking. Flipping the sheets back, I lay there wide open waiting for him to parade himself all up in me. Kissing my inner thighs, rubbing me with aggression, while pulling me towards him. Every time we make love, is like the first time. Eric enjoys the tight fit of me on him, and he shows it each and every time we please one another.

After a few hours of skin to skin contact, we break for nutrients, and fluids. Well, fluids that doesn't come from our bodies. We sat in front of the refrigerator in our birthday suites, feeding one another fruits that blessed our fridge. Biting lips from time to time, neck sucking, back scratching foreplay. I've never felt love like this, I've never experienced the connection that we have, along with our drive for freedom.

We spent the next few days in and out of the bed, warm baths, while we explore the cracks, and crevices of one another. It wasn't until we went to eat breakfast did we notice how low we were on food, venturing out wasn't in our plans, but it's not like we had much of a choice. We figured while we're out, we'll contact the old man to confirm our entry into finding and executing their mark. We may as well get this done and over with, so we can go back to loving up on one another.

Part 71

Part 71

The sun reaches my face through the window dressing, when my eyes open, I was greeted by the old man that gave us our orders when we were a part of the CIA family.

"You Rhonda, have been a thorn in my side since you got arrested."

Eric jumps up, pulling his weapon on the known intruder,

"If you leave us alone, we'll leave you alone."

"You can't do anything to us,  we out number you two million to one. Put your weapon down and we'll come up with an alternative. If I truly wanted to kill you, you would've been before you got to your cabin Eric. I wanted them to bring you in for a briefing and release terms, which is why they didn't kill you when you were fucking her brains out."

"Cut the bullshit, because if we have to keep looking over our shoulders, we'll have you do the same." Eric said, gun still pointed at the old man's head.

"You don't have the power."

"I may not have an entire army, but who I do have will slaughter the Country I served to protect. I may not have the power, but I do have the endurance. Call it off!"

"You don't listen, there was never a hit out for either of you. We had soldiers invade your home because we were told you crossed over."

"Why was I a mark?" I said standing to me feet.

"That wasn’t us, Russia hacked our database, and sent out a shit load of false marks. Everyone's mark was another agent. They have someone working in house, we need you two to find the mark, and check it. If you do that, we'll all walk our separate ways, no penalty, and you both still get paid your retirement deal. All we ask is that you reframe from being noticed, stay out of trouble, and fly low under the radar."

"Okay so we hit your mark and we walk away free and clear?"

"Yes."

A few minutes went pass as silence took over the room.

"You two think of the offer,  if you choose to accept it,contact me. We'll meet at a destination of your choice." The old man said; before he stood up, tilted his hat, and exited."

Eric immediately started checking our place for cameras and wire taps. I on the other hand, layed back down. If we're going to be on the run again I need to get some sleep, there's no room for sleeping when you're on the run; you always have to have one eye open at all times. So I'm trying to get a few winks in before Eric figures out what's safe for us.

Part 70

Part 70 Explicit

Trying to make sure that I don't hurt his wound, I hold his shoulders in the attempt to keep my hands off of his beautiful bald head, that I love to rub when he pleases me. Reaching for his hands that's caressing my hips, I hold on to them but what I didn't know was that later he would use it against me. Connecting our eyes, he looks up at me while showing that he has the ability to multi-task, the wiggle of his tongue, the smile on his face, and the seduction in his  eyes. With every stroke of his tongue I came closer to climaxing and with each moan I sacrifice, he dives deeper into my abyss of nature.

Unable to move my arms because he has my wrists locked down by his hands, and my legs pinned down by his arms, so running away from his talented mouth wasn't an option. Screaming at the top of my lungs with pleasure, Eric flips me over, and straddles me from the back. Licking the curvage of my back, biting at my side, then gently kissing the painful but pleasurable bites. He reaches his hands around my hips, lifting the lower part of me to set me right for his pleasures. Guiding himself into me slowly, knocking down all my fears while pleasing the inner walls of my body. His gentle, long, but aggressive thrusts has my eyes rolling in the back of my head, and my back arching for more. 

Grabbing and pulling my hair, he starts to set his rhythm at a faster pace, biting at my shoulder; and breathing harshly, groaning, confessing his love for me. Together we reach our point as one, trembling with passion, then collapsing on the bed like we just finished a triathlon. Our breathing and heartbeats played with one another, forcing out this harmonious musical that only we can make.

"I love you, I'm in love with you, and everything about you; about us, completes me." Eric said with tears rolling off his strong, chocolate, handsome face.

Part 69

Part 69

"Where are we?"

"Shanghai."

"Do you know who the people are that's after us?"

"No, it doesn't matter. We're safe now."

"For how long?"

"For as long as we stay in Shanghai we're safe."

Well that settles that, I stand to my feet to get fresh supplies to clean Eric's wound. By the time I got back to the room, he was sitting on the edge of the bed completely nude and erect. I didn't know what to do first, if I should freshen his dressings or dress him with my mouth. Against my better judgement I cleaned his wounds first, administering fresh bandages, and making sure they were secure because things were getting hot because even with a huge gash and over twenty stitches he was all hands.

Standing in front of him with a hand full of bloody gauze he picks up a trash can that sat along side of the bed while kissing my belly button. Freeing my hands, I place one on the base of his neck, and the other grasping his hand that's firmly pressed against my left but cheek. Suddenly, he began to moan, letting me know that he wanted me, he wanted all of me. Wrestling him down to the bed, I climb on top of him taking little rough nibbles of his body. I know what excites him, I know what pleases him, and it's my desire to do just that.

Part 68 of the Warden and inmate

Part 68: Eric Boyds & Rhonda Jessica White-Boyds (The Warden and inmate). REVISED

We reached a clear alley but kept moving to get as far away from this explosion as possible. After a few blocks of running full speed I started to feel lethargic and sluggish, my legs got weak, and buckled under me; but not before Eric came to my aid.

“I need to turn around and look at you.” Eric said holding me up.

“I’m fine, we need to keep moving.” I replied.

“We don't have time for this, either you’re going to turn over or I'll turn you myself." Eric explained.

I followed his instruction to turn over, without saying a word he pulled whatever it was out, lifted me up, threw me over his shoulder, and started running. He started fumbling for his phone while I was trying to stay awake, finally getting it secure in his strong hands, he shouts out something but I couldn't make out what he was saying. Everything was garbled, even the sounds of the cars were distorted. Before I knew it I was only seeing flashes of scenes that was going on around me. The next time I came too, Eric was putting me in what I assume to be a dumpster, because of the smell. However long later, I opened my eyes again in complete darkness with the sound of gunfire in the distance. Blacking out again, everything faded away. I started fighting with myself trying to force my eyes open and be more coherent. My eyes opened and I was face to face with a bloody face Eric, raising my hand to greet his cheek I could hear him tell me that no matter happens I have to keep fighting. Kissing me, telling me he loves me as blood pours from his head like water escaping the mouth of a facet. Before I could say anything or do anything else besides touch his face, I was unconscious again, fighting with myself to wake up so I can help him.

Waking up this time I was horrified of what I may wake up too. I didn't know if Eric is dead because of all the blood loss or if the people trying to kill us located our discarded bodies in a dumpster. Once again, opening my eyes to a man but this time the gorgeous man in front of my want my husband. I started swinging but exhausted myself within minutes and ended up passing out once again.

Vision blurred, my eyes begin to open but I can only make out a figure laying beside me. Without making a sound I look around without moving anything but my eyes. It took my eyes a little while to be able to focus better, to see what's around me and not just the shape of it. Eric was laying with his back towards me, he has gauze wrapped around his head, and he's breathing seemed weak as if he were asleep. We were in an all white and cream room, laying on a bed that was so soft, it would be like laying on hundreds of down pillows while your in the air. Sheets are a cream color with pillow cases to match, the room was equipped with high end recess lighting. Knowing I was somewhere safe, I sat up on the bed, and stretched my legs over the side. Making it my duty to reach out to touch Eric. He moans, rolls over, and smile at me. His left eye was bloodshot  and so dark it was hard to make out where his pupil is located.

"We're safe now my love, we have nothing to worry about anymore, they will protect us."

Part 67 of the Warden and inmate

Part 67: Eric Boyds & Rhonda Jessica White-Boyds (The Warden and inmate). -REVISED- Now, this is more like me.

As little girls, most of us dreamt of a person that would take us into a World of love. Where the phrase I love you was passionate and sincere, where a hug can fix all problems that we had during the day and the time they were gone; the perfect Knight to save and protect us. More times than not, we don’t find that Knight in shining armor, instead we find a boy playing a man in chromed out Jordans with no promise of a future. I am an exception, I found my Knight in shining armor that recused me from the pits of hell, prison. We're both on the run from the CIA and decided to lay our heads in Ecuador. If you remember we just linked back up after leaving me with a man that was in love with me but also needed to kill me to complete his mission, since I was his mark. Anyway, after that night I found out that I was now Eric's mark. Not knowing what to do, Eric talked me into going on the run with him. He's doesn't want to kill me but he also wants to be with me, he can't be with me and still run free so know we're both marks.

Out of all the Countries we had to choose from, this is what he selects. I don't mind it as much because of how our house is positioned; we’re on a hill and can't see every and anyone coming our way, we even installed censors under ground in our tunnels. It's better to be safe than sorry. We've spent most of our days keeping in shape, learning new languages, making new escape routes, and best of all loving one another. Having a strong man forces you to be an even stronger woman, because everything that walks will test you, challenge your relationship, and the faithfulness of your husband. Most of us have no clue what to do, at first I didn’t know what to do until Eric taught me how to handle the ignorance of others without stepping out of character, by saying nothing.

Eric and I was sitting up one friday night bored then decided that after a year of laying low, it was time to go out, and enjoy ourselves. We headed to a club three towns over in a very elegant area. Eric in a black  suit, I wore a black fitting dress. You know, very classy but extremely sexy to the right man type of dress, yes that one. We found a sit nearest the three exits, ordered a few drinking, and nursed those for about an hour. We did some light kisses and petting but nothing that'll draw attention this way. A song came on that I adored and I guided Eric to the dance floor so I could seduce him by gliding my body on his.

Me grinding up on him and him making me feel like the only woman in the room, by the way he gazed into my eyes and making love to my soul. We slow danced to the beats of our heart and the melody that secretes from our overly active hormones. Holding onto the back of his neck, I pull his head to reach mine because a kiss was all I needed right then. I don't know what his plan is for later tonight but laying it on him is on my mind.

The lights came on as the last song wss coming to an end. This woman started running towards Eric but he's back was facing her, I did what I thought was best and turned him towards the door. There was a poke like a needle, then warmth covering the right side of my body. Then there was a loud explosion at the front door, right at that moment is when the warmth on my right side vanished and a sharp pain decides to take over. The pain wasn't immobilizing so it was time for us to go.

Eric moving in and out of the crowd, making a way for me to follow behind him without having to fight through the masses. Smoke and fire was spreading behind me, catching people that could not comprehend what was going on. So instead of running from the fire, they either stayed still or ran towards the only entrance they knew. Once we made it past the kitchen doors, they were all a distant memory of so many lives lost too soon.

Posting Parts

Good morning all. I've been asked..... A LOT to bring the stories back to Facebook  and our blog site. With as many request that I've received these past few weeks I can't ignore what's wanted. So, I will be posting a few parts a day starting tomorrow and will just take one every other week to do edits and revise so I can push these books out. The Unknown will be released on April 20, 2016 but please remember we have an online even with Articulate Communications Publications on April 27th between 430pm and 5pm. All I ask is that if you enjoy the parts please share. With that being said, have an awesome day and don't forget to pay it forward somehow.