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Eric: There’s a stigma that plagues our existence, that an Assassin can have no feelings or emotions. It doesn’t matter if we are doing it for the betterment of our Country in one way or another; we’re labeled heartless beasts by the very people that barks orders. Well, we’re done taking orders. We want our lives back; and will take them back by any means.

Married Assassin

     ---- Mid-Chapter Two ----

A few months into this new prison job and I've learn so much between stocks, sports, and dear God that Warden. One morning he came into his office wearing a light grey Adidas sweat suit and it just so happens that no other Inmate or Officer was in the office or on this floor today; mainly because of court hearings. If you want me to guess, he already knew and made it his mission to have clothing easy to remove, I could be wrong but I won't know if I don't try. We finished our morning routine but instead of him getting up from his desk, he rubbed his big strong hands together, licking his lips, all the while making me his main and only focus.
 
Without hesitation or thought, I walked around his desk, matching eye contact and deep breaths. Me being who I am and who I've always been I asked for permission to touch him.
 
“Warden, may I give you a shoulder massage. A man that works as hard as you deserves to be pampered from time to time.”
 
It felt like I was standing there for hours waiting on his response. He reaches over, gently grabs my hand, and guided me to him. He stood to his feet towering over me, firmly placed his lips on my forehead, and then whispered to call him Eric when we're alone. I put one hand on his neck and the other caressed the back of his head as our kissing started to grow more intense. Our bodies tightly intertwined against one another making us one. I can feel that he's excited, as his hands massages my back pressing my body against his.
 
Gently in his ear I confessed my need and desire for him, all of him. His lips on my neck, putting me in a place where I’ve never been. At the age of 27, I've never felt anything like this. The very few men I was with weren't men at all, compared. He takes off my shirt, started nibbling on my nipples, but hasn’t fully unclothed me. The intensity is uncanny, I was ready to give all of me to him, my desire has grown to astronomical levels, and my juices are flowing freely like a stream during the fall months.
 
Removing my bra with his teeth while his hands are finding other places to play. I couldn't control my breathing, I couldn't even control my body spasms at times. He glides is tongue down crease of my stomach and in between every muscle. Out of nowhere Eric jumped up saying how wrong and sorry he is for treating me like an object instead of a woman. Leaving me unfulfilled, he walks out of the door abruptly. Sitting on the floor half naked, my feelings were fully exposed, and I, highly confused. I gathered my feelings, washed up in Eric's private bathroom, and started back to my daily duties. After a few hours of me trying to figure out what happened, Eric comes back into the office dressed as he would on a normal work day, went into his office, and closed the door without saying a word. I wasn't sure if I should be mad at him for leaving with no real explanation or if I should be grateful that he doesn't see me as an object or an Inmate, but the question is; does he see me as less than an object or Inmate?

Married Assassin release

As little girls, most of us dreamt of a person that would take us away from the pain and sorrow that life bestowed upon us. Where the phrase “I love you” is passionate, sincere, and held meaning. Where a hug can fix all of the 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 our Knight in shining armor, instead we find a boy playing a man in chromed out Jordan’s with no promise of a future. I’m an exception, I found my Knight that rescued me from the pits of hell. I had to deal with my own demons, grow out of being a girl, and into a woman to attract a man like him. In order for you to understand the plight of my struggle, you have to spend some time in my shoes.

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Update

Okay, before I had a chance to post PART 22 I got a phone call telling me to hold off on all parts on all stories. Well, it seems that there's people that enjoy my stories enough that they are using them as their own (not cool). Well, when you're hot, you're hot. We're pausing post until we come to a conclusion on what needs to be done.

Part 21

Part 21

Four broken necks, six killed by arrows, which means I have three left. These three aren't looking for their buddies, I don't even think they know they're gone. I reached the girls, looked Rhonda in her eyes, and asked her for the passwords. This way I'll know if she's lying to me. If she can say the passwords with a straight face, she set me up. Tears filled her eyes but she never stopped looking at me, then she speaks,

"I'm sorry, I love you, and didn't mean to hurt you." Rhonda said with tears flowing.

It wasn't the passwords but if she can lie to me to my face, then I deserve to die by her hands; because my soul would be dead already if I found out the tears were a lie. I asked her about the other three and she told me they're still on our side, but Cal is the questionable one. I cut the four women down and Reonna took out the last three hostiles. Elsey came over to tell me she still thinks Rhonda deserves a better husband but gave me the biggest hug I’ve ever been blessed with. Rhonda allowed everyone to hug me and tell me thank you before she came over to grace me with a hug and her lovely kisses all over my face. I didn’t get one on the lips since she hasn’t been able to brush her teeth in days, thank God for small favors. I told them about the cave and us setting out in the morning to head back to the car so we can find a motel where we can clean up and get some sleep on a soft bed. Maybe we should look for a hotel instead of a motel if we're looking for the best mattress.

Our walk back was filled with information. Steffanie told me how Cal turned a few months before they came to team up with us, but figured since he wasn’t the only man in the group it would make things easier on him. She overheard him talking to the guy at the airstrip telling him that there’s a lot of money on the airplane and that they can have all the cash out of my bag but he needs the file. They agreed to kidnap us, but I couldn't do anything because we were out numbered and out gunned. Cal stated he was going to go with you, and the men that stayed back was going to kill you for your bag.

I explained that Cal is the one that woke me up when the guys were coming through the woods, if he truly wanted me dead he could have let me take one to the head and take the file. Then I ran everything pass them again because there was still a missing piece, so either they're lying or I’m missing something.

“Cal said the Unicorn File was on the plane, you guys don’t have it?” I mentioned to see what they were going to do.

“No, we thought you have it.” Steffanie said.

“Cal must have it.” Elsey said.

“Cal is dead, the guys shot him in the head while I was running with him over my shoulder. He didn’t have anything on him.” I explained

“Well, no love lost if you ask me, we can take over the agency without it. With our knowledge and power, that file was just a bonus to make things happen faster.” Steffanie said in high spirits.

Part 20

Part 20

That night I was off and on my way to Coahuila Mexico. It took seventeen hours to get there driving, seventeen hours with only making gas stops. Thank God for making me a man. Flying wasn't an option, thanks to what's in my possession, and that bounty on my head. Anyway, then I had to walk for three hours. There's not many roads out here, and they sure as hell don't lead you where someone is possibly being held captive. I had 23 hours of nonstop movement to think about the different scenarios. All I know is, that I'm not dying alone. I'm taking at least two with me, the only one I truly worry about is Steffanie. She knows everything about me, but it's never too late to change your plan. Unless you're in the thick of things, then it's too late. Come up with a plan and stick with it, there's never a plan B.

My heart is racing, I'm looking around trying to find shadows or moving land. I can't be too sure that there's not someone out there gunning for me. I reached a cave that hasn't been used in years, or ever by the looks of it. I made myself a makeshift broom and got up as much dirt and bugs as I could. Gathered enough branches, with leaves attached to make a semi-soft palette. Tonight I'll sleep and rejuvenate my body and set out at sunrise so I can retrieve my wife, or lose my life.

Odd enough, I slept peacefully under the circumstances. If I'm being setup, I want them to work for the Unicorn File. So, I placed the file behind heavy rocks that I knew for sure a woman can't lift. The only thing I took with me is ammo and four guns. When I got out into the open, I knew that by now if they made a fire it'll be going out, therefore there will be smoke. I climbed to the top of the mountain of where I slept and was able to see smoke coming from the west. I made another bow and cut up some branches for ammo.

The hike was long and put a beating on my feet, I could feel them blistering even with moleskin and two pairs of thick socks. By the time I reached the boundary of where Rhonda was being held, I noticed something that made my heart sink to the pit of my stomach. Hanging from a tree was three people, skinned, but clearly not moving. As the bodies swung around due to the small gust of wind, I was able to see that it was men, not women. I climbed a tree so I can see the entire camping area. There’s thirteen men; Rhonda, Steffanie, Elsey, and Reonna were all tied up to a tree that was on the opposite side of the campsite. I don’t deem the men as being a threat to me but if I don’t move fast enough, they’ll be a threat to the women for sure. No one seems to be designated to watch the women, if I can get Rhonda free I'll have an extra set of eyes to help me knocked these guys off one at a time.

I go around the campsite, making sure I watch my step to insure they don’t see or hear me. I don’t believe these guys are assassins so I could easily talk to them to get them to comply, but where’s the fun in that. The first guy I reach was standing towards a tree taking a piss. I grabbed his jaw and broke his neck without any type of fight. I looked into his face and saw the old man from the airstrip in Shubuta in him, just a younger dirtier version. I gave him $10,000.00 for fuel a plane, not a big huge commercial plane but a private plane that twenty people can fit comfortably; the $10,000.00 wasn’t enough. He wanted more and kidnapped the women, but Cal’s story isn't adding up to how this seems to be playing out. If I feel that they're lying, I’ll kill them all.

Part 19

Part 19

I knew for sure the guy Matt wasn’t an assassin, but Ryan is questionable. What I do know, is that both of these guys either took a life or about to take one by the contents in their cart. I feel bad for the poor sucker that run across these two, I quickly grabbed a few things and went on about my way. I stopped two aisles over to check out the footwear when I overheard Matt saying something about a missing Sheriff. That was enough for me, I grabbed a pair of boots that I thought would work, a few pair of thick socks. I had everything I needed from that department, I made one more stop to get me things I could eat while I was in the motel and none perishable foods I can carry with me when I set out. By the time I got to the checkout line, the two sketchy guys were in from of me and there was only one line open, so I had no choice but to wait. While they were emptying their cart I noticed they added a few more things to make it look like they aren’t trying to cover up a murder. Then a phone rings. I stood there looking in the opposite direction in which they were standing. Matt approaches me,

“Umm dude, that’s your phone ringing.”

Looking at him amazed, I started to pat everywhere. There was a little compartment in my bag, I took it off, and took the phone out. Reluctant to answer it, I do against my better judgement.

“Hello.” I answered.

“28.192322, 102.092038; they kidnapped me.”

“Rhonda, Rhonda!” I yelled out as the phone disconnects.

“Hey, if you need help we’re easy to find. We’re heading camping but we can postpone that if you need help finding someone.” Ryan mentioned.

“Thank you Sir but I’m okay, my wife is drunk so you know how that goes.” I replied

“Okay then, I hope you enjoy your stay.” Ryan said pushing the cart.

“Yeah, enjoy Shubuta my brotha.” Matt said, throwing his fist in the air.

Ignoring his so called bonding gesture, I put my things on the counter for the cashier to ring up. She told me that both Ryan and Matt are great boys and she’s positive that Matt wasn’t trying to be rude. I gave her a side smile, like I truly cared about any of them. If it were up to me, I would blow this entire town to shit just because they allowed two psychopaths roam the streets freely. I paid for my things and went back to my room. The first thing I did was to find out where those coordinates would take me. It took me a little over ten minutes to find Rhonda’s location. What in the hell is in Coahuila Mexico? There’s nothing out there and maybe that’s the point. They found out they didn’t have the Unicorn File so they had Rhonda call and say she was kidnapped to get me to rescue her. I’m stuck at a crossroad and have no clue what to do; do I go there, possibly be attacked or not go there and they end up killing my wife?

I waited a few days to devise a plan. I can’t leave her there, even if it means putting my life on the line. If she betrayed me, then I will kill her in our next life, but for now I need to save the woman i believe I married. People these days take marriages for granted. There's always someone out there trying to fuck someone else's husband or wife. Since I'm cut from a different cloth, I hold my vows close to my heart. So I wouldn't be a real man if I left my wife to possibly die.

Part 18

Part 18

Since they’re not logging into the National Flight registry, I have no clue where they are headed. I have no choice than to take Cal’s word that they are looking to take over the agency on their own, in order to make an assassin team of women. That’s the only way I can think they would leave Cal behind. The bound between those four seemed unbreakable but I was also on the outside looking in, so I don’t know what kind of inner circle problems they were experiencing. For all of that, Steffanie could have left Cal to bleed out instead of taking out the time to fix his leg. I just don’t know, I kneeled down on the edge of the bed to send up prayers for Cal’s soul. He shouldn’t have died with the type of skill we all have, but his blood is on their hands.

I did everything I could in order to make myself feel comfortable enough to shower and wash my clothes, that was soaked in Cal’s blood and bits of brain matter. A few small household booby-traps in case someone comes in my room from the doorway, and I set a few outside the window. Although I’m on the seventh floor, agents like myself can scale a wall with no problem, so I needed to cover all bases. The motel was set up as two rooms, the bedroom/living area, and bathroom. There’s a little area where one could set up an ironing board, so I used that area to pin the contents of the Unicorn File. I needed to see what I was working with and how I would go about either disappearing for good, or taking over the agency on my own. Looking at over a thousand pages scattered on the wall, floor, in the bathroom, on the bed, and I still couldn’t see a firm connection. I went through every page, one at a time; then it hits me. It all starts with the new President that just took Office three months ago. President Dominic Tracey has ties with just about every major corporation and Foreign Officials. There’s files here about conspiracy, corruption, murder, attacks on the United States by the United States; and the worst of all, ways President Tracey is defrauding the people for his own personal gain. It’s safe to say, I have them by the balls, but I’m now the main target.

I left out of the motel the next morning to find different clothes, a new sturdy backpack, some combat boots, and maps. I figured, there’s no reason in buying a burner phone, I don’t believe I have anyone else that I can trust. While I was in the store halfway done my shopping, I ran into these two sketchy guys. They were in the camping section with me talking about how much tarp would they need to winterize the basement. The one fella, tall white guy, built like a football player, came over to introduce himself,

“Hi, I’m Ryan. Ryan Matters and this is my brother by another mother, Matt Henson. I never seen you in these parts before, here visiting?”

“Just passing through.” I replied, trying to keep my distance.

Part 16

Part 16

I'm stuck in Shubuta with no plan, wife, or map; how does this happen? I asked the guy to point me in the direction of the nearest town. Pointing northwest of where we were standing, then proceeded to tell me it was 53 miles away. No car for sell and he lives there at the hanger and only flies out of the area; but of course, with my luck, his plane is being worked on. I grabbed a few bottles of water and started to head out to get to the inner city of Shubuta. 

"Hey uh, aren't you forgetting something?" The man yelled out.

Before I had a chance to answer there goes Cal walking out of the hanger. They left us both. Uncontrollable laughter came over me, they left me with the weakest link, the one that can't function because he has a broken leg. So now I get to travel 53 miles with this heavy bag and him on my shoulders.

"They did this shit on purpose." Cal said hobbling over towards me.

"Are you able to walk or do I need to carry you?"

"I don't need you to carry me, I can walk on my own. Did you hear me? They did this shit on purpose."

"Can we walk and talk. We have a long journey ahead of us and I want to get at least halfway there before we make camp."

"Yeah, whatever. They have the Unicorn File and the coordinates to get to the safe house. They want to do the takeover on their own, having an organization with just women assassins. I heard them talking about it while your wife was fixing the plane. After she found out about you and Elsey having sex."

"What, I didn't fuck her. She kissed me,  that was as far as it went."

"Reonna was talking to her while she was fixing the plane before yall came back. Telling her shit like, you two have been out there too long to just be hunting. After a few times of her saying that a few different ways, your wife asked if Elsey would have sex with you knowing you were married. Well, I'm sure you can figure out Reonna's answer. From then on she was quiet, just tinkering with the airplane. What sealed the deal is when Steffanie told you to wipe off the lip gloss. Rhonda was watching yall walk up the pathway and gasped. I assume she saw the lip gloss before you even got your the door, that's what tipped off Steffanie too look for what your wife saw. So basically, you got a great piece of ass by the sounds of it but it was a goodbye piece of ass."

Part 17

Part 17

I told Cal to drop it because we both need to stay focused on getting to the island. He told me again how they had the information with them but I told him not to worry about it,  just let me know when he needs to rest. We walked in silence until the sun started to depart from us. We set up camp, I hunted a few rabbits and picked berries while Cal rested up. After we ate dinner, we took turns napping while the other kept look out.

"Get up, we have movement." Cal whispered
 
Behind us I heard three sets of footsteps but only one person breathing, hard. I grabbed the bag and threw Cal over my shoulder and ran off in the direction we were heading initially. If I can make it deeper in the woods I can put Cal down somewhere safe and pick them off one at a time, killing the heavier of the three last since he's not that big of a threat, no pun intended. I heard one gunshot and felt a warm liquid run down my back. I got Cal to a safer place in the woods, propped him against the tree, and saw the bullet hole right through the side of his head.

They split up, trying to corner me in. As much as I didn't want to leave him there, I had no other choice. Checked him over for any weapons I could use since the only ammo and guns I have is in my bag, and we used 500 rounds of that already. Instead of finding a bunch of guns, there was one 9mm, five full magazines, and six grenades. I pulled the keys to all six and took off into the night. I maybe made it 150 yards before the explosion and I'm hoping it took out at least two of these head hunters.

The blast was powerful, to give me a ringing sound in my ears and slightly knock me off my feet. There was nothing and I mean nothing that was going to allow me to stop and give up, I just need to make it to the inner city, and I'll be half way to my destination. I must've ran the rest of the way because by the time I slowed down I was in the town of Shubuta. I searched around for a motel, there was a total of four with within a three block radius. I picked the one in between the three. This way I'll hear them coming before they make it here.

I checked in, cash, no identification needed. Went to my room and pulled out the Unicorn File to make sure it was all there, and it was. I looked at the information for the island and I had that too. I guess they thought I dropped this bag with the others. Shame on them!

Part 15

Part 15

Two hours into our flight, Rhonda has gotten sick at least four or five times. I walked to the back to check on her; Elsey, her new BFF stops me to make sure that I was aware that I was the reason she’s going through this, and that I’m not welcome. I push her to the side and started rubbing Rhonda’s back.

“I looked around and found a warm Ginger Ale, I hope this settles your stomach until we can get you to a Doctor.”

“I don’t need a Doctor and I don’t need you touching me.” Rhonda said between her getting sick and stuffing her head in the bucket.

I left the can soda near her and walked to the cockpit to see if they needed help with anything. Steffanie asked me to find another private landing strip so we can refuel. Within seconds it seemed like, there were flashing lights from a runway about 20 miles southeast from where we were located, placing that landing strip right outside of Shubuta Mississippi.

“I know it looks like we’re taking the wrong route but, if we want to stay out of view of the government, we have to stay outside the line of the commercial flights. Otherwise we’ll have to check in and give them our information.” Rhonda mentioned

“I figured that much, you’re doing a great job keeping this bird in the air.” I replied
“Don’t thank me, thank your wife. She’s the one that got us up and going.” Rhonda stated, looking at me out of the corner of her eye.

At first I thought nothing about that side-eyed comment, until I took my seat and buckled down for the landing. It seems obvious that everyone knows something about my marriage that I don’t. I guess the saying is right, men don’t recognize shit if it’s not tits and ass because I sure as hell thought we got pass the one issue we had; I guess we didn’t. I could feel the plane descending and within minutes we were landing on the strip, and everyone was excited to get out and get some fresh air. There was something in me during flight that wanted to shoot out a damn windows after the first hour because good grief, that bucket of vomit in the rear of the plane was a killer. There’s no air conditioning and no ventilation, therefore it’s hot and stunk like a whore house in the ghetto. No one was ready for that type of travel time. I was the first at the door with my bag strapped to my back. As soon as it opened, I didn’t wait for the ladder to get all the way to the door, before I took a leap and tumbled down the steps making a huge fool of myself and spraining my ankle on the way down. After being on a vomit plane for two hours, I’m willing to break a leg to get some fresh air.

“Can you fill it up please Sir.” I said handing him a little over $10,000.00.

We need to keep a low profile, so some of that was for gas and the rest was what we call, hush money. The guy didn’t say a word, he pulled the tank over and started fueling right away. I asked where the bathroom was located and he pointed behind the hanger. I took my time, checking out the area, making sure there wasn’t anyone hiding in the bushes. The last thing I need is to be caught with my pants down, literally. I get to the outhouse, lock myself in and handle my business. The relief of clearing my bladder was the more happiest moment I’ve had since that large slice of deer meat last night. I heard the plane’s engine turn on; I finished pissing, stuffed my manhood in, and was zipping up my pants trying to get out the door. By the time I reached the front of the hanger, the plane was rolling down the strip.

“What the fuck just happened?” I yelled to the guy that fueled the plane.

“The pregnant girl said to leave you here, so they ummmm. They left you here.”

Amazed at my life right now, even this fucker that we don’t know knows she’s pregnant. Pacing back and forth trying to come up with another plan, I stopped and unstrapped my bag. Looking inside I see the Unicorn File, the information to get to the Cancade’s Estate in the Cayman Islands, and a large amount of money. So I stood there asking myself, where in the hell are they going?

Part 14

Part 14

The next morning I was abruptly woken up by the sound of the airplane Rhonda must've been working all night on. I raced over to where everyone was standing and cheering, but felt like I've been casted out of the group. Cal comes over and offers his condolences as if my marriage was dead in the water. Reonna yells out that we'll be heading out in an hour, to be on board or get left behind. Rhonda boards the plane with a few bags, I grabbed the bags that were left and headed in behind her.

"Eric, I need space and when I say space I mean stay away from me. I'll talk to you about our marriage when I'm ready, not when you're ready." Rhonda stated sitting closer to the rear of the plane.

I dropped the bags near her and took my seat as far away from her as I could. Then out of nowhere, she rushes back outside and starting throwing up. Steffanie bypassed her and whispers,

"I'm sure you can figure out what the problem is that she's having."

"I'm going to be a father?"

"I don't know, I'm just looking at the signs. When she was shot it didn't hit her in or near her stomach so it's possible. Any thing is possible."

I sat back down since she was on her way back, and behind her was Elsey carrying a big semi white painters bucket. Rhonda took her seat, Elsey sat next to her placing the bucket in the isle. Cal boarded the plane with this huge grin plastered on his face.

"Still high I see." I chuckled

"Hey man, don't judge me, judge your momma." Cal laughed in return parking himself across the isle from where I was sitting.

Steffanie and Reonna went to the cockpit and started the plane. They closed the door and I for one didn't want to be awake during this flight. I can't talk to my wife, Elsey seems to be keeping her company so that leaves me to catch a few winks before we needed to refill and continue on our way to the final destination. Looking out the window in hopes of finding some type of peace, instead I see four Hummers coming our way.

"We gotta go, we gotta go, they're coming." I held out frantically.

I yelled at Elsey to get Rhonda on the floor. I pulled Cal out of his seat so he's also not looking at a bullet coming his way. I yell out again that we needed to go. They were coming and coming fast. Running to the cockpit I busted in to let them know that in less than a minute we were going to be under attack. Reonna told me to hold on, put the plane in motion, and off we went down the airstrip. The only question running through my mind is, if we are going to have enough time and speed to take off, or will this be our final resting place.

I have no clue what they did or how they did it but within seconds of us taking off down the strip we were slowly taking flight. I can hear gun fire coming from behind us, I turned to look, and there was Rhonda laying in the floor screaming and reaching for me. I wasn't supposed to move but she's calling for me and I would be an idiot if I didn’t run to her aid.

"I'm here, I got you." As I blanketed her with myself, trying to catch any bullet that could potentially harm her.

After so long, the plane leveled off, the turbulence, and gun fire was a distant memory. I lifted myself off of Rhonda, helped her back in her seat, then walked back to sit near Cal. She called me out of fear, not because she's ready to talk about us. The last thing I plan to do with anyone, is to play house. All in all, I feel like I deserve an apology for even having to be bothered with something so stupid and trivial.

Part 13

Part 13

I got dressed and shook this feeling of pain. Went over to check Cal out and there he was standing. He didn't seem like he was in any pain, I looked down and saw that Steffanie fused the lower part of his leg with shinny bolts and a makeshift circular guard to keep the screws from being bumped or possibly snagged.

"Looks good, how does it feel?"

"I have so many pain killers in me I can't even feel my face." Cal said smiling.

We walked out front just in time for the cutting of dinner. I got a few big pieces and went over to hopefully talk to Rhonda that was sitting and laughing it up with Elsey.

"Can I talk to you for a minute, please?"

"Eric, I have nothing to say."

"Well I do. I didn't want...."

"I kissed him, it wasn't his fault. I wanted to see what you saw in a man like this." Elsey declared.

"You ruined my marriage to see what I saw in him? It shouldn't be any of your concern what another woman sees in her husband. It's not for you to try them out. You sit and laugh in my damn face knowing your plan was to get a piece of what's mine."

"I wouldn't say that as proud as you are if I were you. Sure he's good looking, nice body, and has a brilliant mind but he's not the right man for a woman of your stature."

"Who the fuck are you to tell me what and who is compatible with me? You don't know me, you just know of me!"

"I know more about you than you think. We don't pair up with just anyone."

"Pair up? You needed our help as much as we needed yours, so miss me with your holy than thou speech."

Rhonda looks at me, looks at her, and told us that she hopes we're happy together. One kiss caused all of this? I think not, there's something going on with Rhonda that she's not speaking on.

"Can we talk for a minute?" I said running behind her.

"There's nothing to say Eric. You messed up a great thing and for what?"

"I'm not messing up anything, you are. When you're ready to be that strong black intelligent woman I fell in love with, come talk to me." I said walking in the opposite direction.

All I know is I need this all over with so I can be by myself for a couple of months. Who am I kidding, this shit is killing me, and it hasn't even reached the ten minute mark. Everything about me seems incomplete, off, I'm just not feeling the same as I did before I left to help Elsey.

"What just happened?" Steffanie said concerned

"Long story short, your Secret Agent kissed me while we were looking for food. I wasn't flirting, it wasn't an invite, it just happened now Rhonda is pissed and don't want to talk to me."

"So you didn't invite that kiss?"

"No Ma’am, I'm happy with my marriage. I would never hurt Rhonda intentionally."

Steffanie told me that she can only handle her Agent, but can't fix what's broken in my marriage. I thanked her and walked off into the darkness to find a place to eat and sleep under the stars. I need to clear my head before the next attack or I won't be able to fix what's broken in my marriage, because I'll be dead.

Part 12

Part 12

"You don't have to say anything. I was wrong, I know you're married, but I kissed you to see what she sees in you. Don't worry, it'll never happen again because I don't see it." Elsey said walking ahead of me.

I felt like I should defend myself, I'm a good looking man. I guess if there wasn't anything sexual behind it then there's no reason to go into details about my feelings for Rhonda.

"That's fine, but next time please respect my wife enough to ask instead of trying to see, instead of understand."

"It's not like you fought me off, you kissed me as much as I kissed you. I only initiated the action." She smiles at me.

I can't call her a lair, I didn't stop it from happening. Maybe I wanted to see what kissing another woman felt like. Her lips were soft but there weren't any sparks, and it sure as hell wasn't like when Rhonda kisses me.

We reached the front doors and everyone was still just as busy as they were when I left. I dropped off the deer meat near the front door when Steffanie came out of the room where Cal was being held up.

"Cal's leg is broken. The bullet hit his bone, splitting it in two on its way out. The good news, it didn't hit anything that'll make him continuously bleed, but the leg needs to be set and casted." Steffanie said with sweat pouring down her face.

"Great, we have a master martial arts assassin with one good leg. Basically, we have a paperweight." I said angrily knowing we'll have to carry him from now until we get to our final destination.

"Actually, no. I'm not sweating this bad from doing nothing. Go check him out for yourself and I'll start a fire, I need the air anyway. You may want to clean that lip gloss off before your wife notices." Steffanie said.

I walked away, wiping my lips off. When I  reached the area where Cal was located, Rhonda was already standing there and boy was she pissed.

"What's wrong sweets?"

"You tell me? Where were you and with who?"

"I went to help Elsey to hunt our food."

"Don't fuck with me Eric. Do you hear me? Don't fuck with me."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Come with me."

I followed closely to Rhonda trying to figure out if she somehow knew about the kiss already. She walked into an office way in the back of the building. She slammed the door behind us, charged me, grabbing my cheeks, and squeezing. Looking into one another's eyes in silence. She kisses me, not soft but full of passion and desire. There was no turning back after a kiss like that. We tussled a tad, a little fighting trying to gain dominance when I overpowered her and couldn't help but to give it the way she truly loves it. Deep, hard, and rugged.

Hard breathing, sweat, and blood running down the both of our bodies from cutting ourselves during out rough moments. We lay there gasping for air,

"I know you kissed her." Rhonda stated pausing after the first two words.

"She kissed me."

"Was it worth it?"

"Worth what?"

"Losing me?" She said getting up reaching for her clothes.

"Wait, what? She kissed me, it wasn't wanted. I didn't want to kiss her. Don't do this."

"You were mine, no one else's and you allowed that to be tainted. You should've seen it coming and put a stop it but you didn't. You didn't because it was what you wanted." Rhonda turned her back, walked out the door, and left me laying there naked.

Part 11

Part 11

When I reached the rear of the building, Elsey was sitting on an old metal drum, craving into a few thick wooden branches. From where I stand, it looks like she was making arrows.

"Great craftsmanship, I haven't seen that style of work since working with Chief Adoeette; it means great tree. Where did you learn?" I said, trying to break the ice.

"From Great Tree, he's Cal's grandfather." Elsey muttered without looking up.

"I thought, maybe I could help you search for that buffet. I don't want to be stuck in there with those three."

"That would be great, do you know how to hunt?"

"Sure do."

"Well Eric, you better start building a bow. The wood is over there." She pointed in the direction of a pile of cut branching.

It brought back a lot of memories chipping away at this wood piece. I had a decent bow in less than and hour, and Elsey helped by craving my arrows. We pulled apart some wires and used the elastic wiring inside to make our string. I set mine as tight as possible, so whatever I hurt, it'll died fast with the least amount of pain.

"You have some skills for an old man." Elsey chuckled walking towards the woods.

We walked about a half of a mile away from the building and started building ourselves a blind. We need to be able to see the animals that may walk pass, but we don't want them to see us. An hour into sitting still, with no conversation whatsoever, our first kill came within range, a damn raccoon. I'd rather starve. Elsey started laughing uncomfortably,  so bad that she may have scared away anything that was in a 100 yard distance. At least 100 yards, could be more.

"What's so funny?"

"You'd rather starve!" Mocking my voice as best as she could.

"Sorry, I didn't know I said it that out loud." I whispered.

"So, you and Rhonda. Are you two really married or is that your wifey?"

"She's my wife legally."

"What a catch."

"Thank you."

"I was talking about you, you've caught a great woman. Full of integrity, loyalty, and honor. Let's not forget how beautiful she is. Wait, did you think that compliment was coming your way?" She asked with chuckle.

"Either way it's a compliment to me. We choose one another and I married her. Either way I'm winning."

"A little self-absorbed much?"

"I don't think I'm self-absorbed, I'm confident in both of us. We're a great looking couple, successful by our own standards, and in love. Can't get any better than that."

"I guess." Elsey said standing up in front of me.

I turned my focus back on looking for food because this situation may have just went in the wrong direction. I look over an see a seven pointer that's in clear reach. I signaled Elsey but I think she got the signals crossed, because of out nowhere she kisses me. Her soft lips met with mine and I had no clue what to do. I jumped to my feet, took out one of the makeshift arrows, pulled back, aimed then released. Right between the eyes.

"You see that, nice clean shot. We can gut and behead him here, but skin him when we get back to base." I said pretending what just happened didn't actually happen.

"Yeah right, whatever." Elsey said as she pulled out her knife.

Ignoring what and how she said that, and the fact she's acting like a six year old that didn't get their way. I know I'll have to address is before we get back to base, then I have to tell my wife. The last thing I want is to be dishonest with Rhonda, making her think I'm lying or doing something wrong. I will not be a victim to stupidity. While my mind was racing about how to go about confronting Elsey, I ended up getting everything that we wouldn't eat of this buc, tied it to me, with the fur touching my clothing. I told Elsey that it was time to head back and that we needed to discuss what happened before we got back to base.

Part 10

Part 10

During our travels we came up with a plan to get us to our next destination, the Cayman Islands. The route we took ran us right into a roadblock, we were about 300 yards when we noticed. Too close to turn around but not far enough to get away without being shot at. Out of all the vehicles that we could've had, she picks the Chester the Molester van, that can't go more than 50mph. Steffanie started driving slower and slower in the direction of the roadblock,  so we would have more time to load as many clips as we could before holy hell breaks out. Right when we were within 50 yards, shots started, and we did everything we could to return fire; but we were being shot at from all different directions. There's no way of getting out of this going straight ahead, since we aren't aware of where all the shooters are  located. Steffanie put the van in reverse and stomped on the gas pedal, taking us out of shooting range. Which in fact gives us a chance to see the shooters attempting to get a better shot.

Rhonda placed the sniper rifle on my side of the van and Cal set up on the side of Steffanie, while the rest of us focused on the men coming our way from the front. Unloading clips faster than Elsey and Reonna can fill them, we were still knocking them down two and three at a time. After over 500 rounds easy, it was quiet on the streets. We each got out one at a time, looking around for extra shooters, then bang. Cal was shot in the leg. Reonna returned fire and put one in his head and two in his chest. Once the coast was clear I threw Cal over my shoulder and headed directly to their Hummers, grabbing guns and ammo on the way.

Elsey started ciphering gas out of another Hummer to make sure we had enough gas to make it to the next gas station. Steffanie started to tend to Cal's gunshot wound that seems to be a threw and threw. Reonna got behind the wheel, Rhonda was keeping lookout, as I was mapping out different ways for us to get to the airstrip, even with more roadblocks such as this one. If I can find back roads we'll take those instead of normal public service roads. It's a gift and curse to be in Upstate New York, but the leverage it gives us to stay off the grid, is a million times better than to be fighting through City streets trying not to be seen.

After twenty minutes we were back on the road but in style this time and we're blessed because we have their communication device. This gave us a huge step up on evading this group of killers, knowing between where we are and where we're headed, I'm sure we'll come in contact with more than just this group.

There wasn't a hiccup in our plan until we got to the airstrip. The airstrip that's been vacated for some time now, I'm guessing about ten years. The upside to this is that we have a plane, it needs work, but a plane nonetheless. Steffanie shared that our illegal little cyber devil Reonna, has a pilot license and has flown as far as Japan for a cover, posing as a pilot. So, we have wings, and a pilot. Now all we need is a master plane mechanic.

"If you can get me a tutorial on how planes operate, I should be able to fix it if there's anything on the internet that'll walk me through it." Rhonda said, as she walks towards me, undressing me with her eyes.

"Reonna, will take care of that. I'm going to look for something that'll help Cal, Eric search for the tools, and Elsey find us something to eat and drink." Steffanie said.

"Yeah, we're in the middle of nowhere but I'm supposed to find a water source and a buffet. Just great!" Elsey replied walking out the door.

Everyone stood in silence for a brief second then off to do the jobs they were ordered. I personally had one of the easiest jobs, I removed two tarp like blankets that revealed all the tools needed. Instead of sitting around doing nothing, I went outside to help Elsey find food.

Part 8

“What are you talking about? I almost lost you and no, I don’t have that problem.” As I point to my semi-erect genital area.

“I’m sorry, I’m all over the place, and I know that sex won’t make things better but between the frustration of hiding and not getting, any is causing problems within.”

I walk over to her and whispered in her ear for us to skip dinner. She pushes me away from her, turns her back, and started to put on a pair of black boy shorts. On my knees I crawl up behind her pulling them back down with my teeth. Placing my hand on the low end of her back to push her forward so she’s bending over, while holding her hips to make sure she complies.

“I wasn’t saying right now Eric.”

“What you said is you need a connection, let us connect.”

She turns to face me, hand under my chin, she escort me to my feet. I wasn’t going to take no for an answer; she's my wife, and feels as if I'm not giving her what she desires. Although, all I'm trying to do is protect her by remaining focused. I swat her hand away from my face and lean in to kiss her. Forcing her against the wall as she grabs the back of my neck, pulling me into her. Legs around my waist, arms around my neck, heavy breathing, and a burst of adrenaline takes over the both of us simultaneously. She’s pulling me closer, scratching me as I place her on the dresser. Everything about me is ready to go, I didn’t know how bad I needed this time until right now. A bomb could come through the window but I can’t say that I would stop. Pulling away from her I tell her not to move. Legs bent, arms stretched out, and her lovely spot beckoning me to enter. I sat on the edge of the bed admiring her throb and gush with excitement. I knew exactly what I wanted, creeping back over to her, partially bent over so my thick beard can met her pleasuring hole.

I give it just the way she likes it; I know because she rubs the back of my head with approval. The shaking, body jerking, and fluids are just confirmation that I have her body under my control. Right, left, circle, around, in, out, suck, kiss, then repeat. She places her feet on my shoulders, pushing me away from her, both of our bodies dripping with sweat she tugs on my manhood and places it where she wants it to be. I don’t mind being my wife’s sex slave, I’m here to please her whatever way she desires but since it’s be awhile; I take it slow, hoping not to damage her wounds that are not yet healed. After a few short slow strokes, she yells out for more. Still slow, but I’m going as deep as she allows all the while tapping from side to side so she knows that I have full control. Without hesitation, he grabs my throat, pushes me off of her, and onto the floor. She jumps on top, holding my hands down showing dominance over me, basically telling me it’s time for me to be submissive. With every stroke of her body pounding vigorously against mine, I could feel the tightness around me, and the wetness blessing my stomach and thighs. Reaching our climax at the same time, her body drops on mine, as we synchronize until our very last thrust.