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More Than Darkness	By : SaMe Category: M through R > Once Upon A Time In Mexico Views: 4591 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Ooohh..."
Salida moaned. "Right there. Harder..."
Jeffrey groaned softly in minor
frustration at her wording, but complied with her wishes as he worked a knot
out of the muscles of her lower back.
"So good, lover," she
cheered him on.
�Yeah, yeah,� he murmured as his
fingers kept twisting and pressing against her skin.
"Once I'm not so tense,"
she promised. "Then you can
finish what you started earlier."
�I�ll hold you to that,� he said as
his hands moved on once the knot was tackled.
"You don't need to. You
already owe me." There was a soft smile on Salida's
face.
Jeffrey grunted, but smiled back.
�Well then, I better make good on my debts. I wouldn�t want you to think
wrongly of me,� he drawled, his smile changing into a smirk as he continued to
rub her back.
She grinned, but a sudden thought
occurred to her. "Jeffrey?" she asked, a little hesitant.
�Hmm? What
is it, vixen?�
"Have you ever thought about
watching me? As I did someone else?"
�Why do you ask, vixen?� he asked,
knowing why but wanting to hear her answer.
"Well, you're such a voyeur
that I was wondering if you liked watching as much as you liked being
watched."
He thought about it, and nodded.
�Yes, I do like to watch. And yes, I have thought about what it would be like
to watch you fuck someone else. But I�m also a possessive bastard. The two tend
to war with one another. Voyeurism versus possessiveness.
I�m not always sure which comes out on top.�
"I was just wondering. I mean,
we could always just videotape ourselves sometime."
He grinned. �We�ll see about that
sometime,� he said, leaning down to kiss the side of her neck as his hands
still worked on her.
Salida turned partway around and
rested her head on his chest. "Can we go slow
this time?"
�I�ll try.� It was all he could
promise right now with the warring stimulus of a good hour�s worth of torturing
Rivers with Sands, the talk of voyeurism, and the lingering but still vivid
sight of her go to work on their captive swirled around in his mind.
"I can settle for that,"
she whispered, turning her face up for a kiss.
Keep
things slow, keep things slow, keep things slow, he chanted to himself as
he kissed her back, trying his best not to ravage her with tongue and body
alike. He had better control over himself than this, damnit.
Salida sighed, and tipped her head
back, allowing him to kiss her more deeply. She liked this, this warmth and
closeness. If she could choose a time of conception for her children, it'd be
in a time like this.
He sighed into the kiss as his
tongue explored the familiar contours of her mouth, memorizing them all once
more. Forcing himself to relax a little, he reached out a hand to gently fondle
an exposed breast, but didn�t move from atop of her however. She was still
trapped on her stomach beneath him as they kissed, and for now it would stay
that way.
"I love you," she
whispered as they slowly broke the kiss.
"I love you so much."
�I know you do, vixen,� he murmured
with a smile. �And I love you too. Enough to give you the world on a platter if
you asked it of me,� he said as he leaned down to kiss her bare shoulder and
neck, his hand still moving on her breast.
"Don't want the world. Just
want a home."
�Where?� he
asked, still kissing her.
"I don't care anymore. I just
want someplace that's mine. Someplace safe."
�Then that�s what you�ll get. Once
we�ve killed the bastard there will be nothing else standing in our way. We can
go wherever we want to.�
"Good. I don't want to be afraid of this ever
again."
�You won�t have to vixen.� A gentle kiss on the nape of her neck under her wave of hair.
�Ever again.�
"Not just me," she
sighed. "Our children too."
�I would never let anything happen
to them, Salida. You know that,� he said with a mildly hurt frown.
"I know that," she agreed.
"But you're not superhuman. You can't prevent everything."
�I can try,� he murmured
stubbornly. He would be damned if he let anything happen to his children.
"And you will. Harder than you ever have at anything else. I know you'll
keep us safe."
He nodded, mollified that she knew
and understood that. He sighed however. Conversations like this were a little
detrimental for the mood, even for him.
"Want to fuck in front of him
again?" Salida asked, thinking that they might as well use their captive
to their best advantage for as long as they had him.
He grinned. �You know me far too
well sometimes, vixen,� he said with a short laugh as he moved off of her so
that she could get up.
"Can we still try to go
slow?" she asked as she got up and let him lead her from the small office
they'd been in.
�Try? Yes. Succeed? I have no
idea.�
Roland couldn�t stop the flinch
that went through him as he heard them coming back into the room. Consciousness
was something fluid and slippery; he couldn�t seem to hold onto it for long.
Not that he really minded any longer, of course. Any respite from the pain he
was currently in, however short, was appreciated. He didn�t even dare to
imagine what his face must look like once Sands had had his fun. He could feel
blood dried and itching all around his neck and it was working in conjunction
with the pain to quietly and quickly drive him mad.
Had Salida noticed the condition of
his face, she probably would have suggested cleaning it...with alcohol. But she
had eyes only for her husband.
Jeffrey immediately moved to her
side once they were sufficiently in Roland�s view and began kissing her, his
hands moving to caress and touch whatever was in reach, still telling himself
to go slow.
Roland groaned softly. For fuck�s sake. Don�t they ever stop? He thought to
himself incredulously. It hurt too much to speak the words aloud.
She clung to her husband, liking
his warmth, his strength, his confidence. That was what had initially drawn her
to him, that air that he was always in command of everything around him. Now
she knew better than to believe that, but it was still very sexy.
As he gently lowered her to the
floor, his hands moving on her body knowing exactly where to touch to get her
moaning, he realised he no longer had to tell himself to go slow. He was. He
was once more in control as he knew he would be. He was unbelievably aroused,
but he wasn�t letting that arousal rule him any longer. He would give her all
that she wanted and more.
Roland vainly tried to look away,
but he couldn�t. He was transfixed by what he was seeing. The woman, Miss Barillo, was grace and allure and pure lust personified.
And with full curves he attributed to her pregnancy just begging to be touched,
she was utterly beautiful. He wanted her and he knew it. And in the knowing, he
was sickened with himself.
"Jeffrey..." she sighed,
gently arching her back as her eyes slipped shut. "Yes...please, yes."
Hearing that, he knew without a
doubt that he was definitely going to get her to scream for him. The knowledge
brought a smile to his face and he continued to arouse her more and more, his
hands dancing over her skin like butterflies, alighting ever so gently on the
areas she most wanted to be touched before moving on quickly, not giving her
time to adapt to any one sensation before bringing about another.
Roland wanted this goddess of a
woman to be calling out his name, not
some made-up serial killers�.
With hands that trembled slightly,
Salida drew her husband's head down to her neck, moaning loudly as he startled
to suck, bite, and lick his way along its length. She found herself parting her
legs without having to make a decision to do so; all she wanted was to feel her
body cradling his. To feel him pressed intimately against her.
�I thought you wanted to go slow?�
he asked teasingly as he noticed her spread thighs.
"Yes," she breathed.
"Just want to feel you. All of you."
Roland groaned at her request. It
was much the same as he was thinking about her. This was not fucking fair.
Jeffrey�s head lifted at the sound
and he glanced over to Roland and turned back to Salida with a smirk. �I think
we�re torturing him.� He moved his rock hard length against her ever so slowly,
moving the tip into her near scalding heat but not thrusting forward yet. �Look
at him,� he ordered. �I want him to see what he�s missing.�
Salida tilted her face towards
Rivers, but it took her another moment or two to finally open her eyes. When
she did, he was treated to her lust-fogged gaze; the blue pools of her eyes
shone in a face gone slack with pressure. Her lips were swollen, her high
cheekbones flushed. A moan escaped her as Jeffrey bent his head to her breast,
sucking one nipple into his hot mouth as his hand started working her other
breast.
Roland shuddered to see such an
exquisite look of pleasure. He wanted to be the one doing that to her, damn it!
Jeffrey was through playing games.
Making sure she was still turned to look at Rivers, he thrust into her up to
the hilt, groaning loudly at the sensation himself.
Salida gasped loudly and tried to
turn her head back towards Jeffrey, but he tangled his right hand in her hair
and forced her to return her gaze to Rivers.
�Watch,� he hissed. �Look at him as
I fuck you.� She seemed to nod under his hand but he didn�t let go as he thrust
into her quickly as far as he could before pulling out of her slowly to draw
out the sensation long enough for her to fear he wouldn�t return before
thrusting into her hard and fast again.
Look
away! For god�s sake, look away! You�re letting them win! Roland admonished
himself. But even as he knew this, he couldn�t do it. He was lost within her
passion glazed blue eyes and Jeffrey knew it.
It wasn't long before Salida was
whimpering with every withdrawal and crying out loudly with every thrust. Her
husband was driving her mad with his little game of fucking her brains out
while making her watch as another man responded to her. And some distant part
of her brain noticed that Rivers was
responding to her.
It was easy for him to keep up such
a pace as long as he was able to pound into her with each thrust, so that�s
what Jeffrey did. �You see how he wants you?� Jeffrey growled,
glancing over to Roland as the man tried to struggle out of his bonds futilely.
�He�d give anything to be where I am right now; fucking the most beautiful
woman on the face of the planet.� She tried to look at him as he said this, but
he wouldn�t let her. �No. Keep watching.�
Roland was in hell. That had to be
it. He was in a hell of raging hard-ons with no
relief in sight. He was in a hell where pain and pleasure and lust and fear all
combined and warred for precedence. And there was no escape. None.
He would kill Jeffrey if given the chance, that hadn�t changed. His motivations
for killing him definitely had.
"Tell me...and I will..."
she whimpered as her hips took on a life of their own, raising and falling
under him as much as he would allow. Her breath was coming in pants and all she
could think of was finding her release. "Jeffrey..."
�Yes, vixen?� he asked as casually
as he could while he too couldn�t help but be effected by their passionate
lovemaking and his own voyeuristic tendencies taking all they could get from
this whole experience.
She moaned and shook her head as
she brought her legs up to wrap around his hips.
�Stop�ple��
No, he would not beg. No matter what
they did to him, he would never do that. He would die before that. But god, he
couldn�t stand it anymore. His only thoughts were of need and desire and her. There was no pain for him any
longer, only the all-consuming torture of denied lust.
�Almost,� Jeffrey murmured to
himself, hearing Roland�s near plea. He then groaned at the sensation of her
legs around him and turned his attention back onto his wife, still not letting
her look at him, still thrusting hard into her and pulling ever so slowly out,
but now his free left hand began to move again, and he grabbed her right hand
and moved it to her hip, encouraging her to touch herself as he thrust into
her.
She started touching him instead.
Her slim fingers teased the skin below his abdomen for a moment before they
traveled slowly up his chest. It was as if she was trying to memorize every
inch of him by touch alone.
Roland groaned, longing to feel her
hands on him as they were on Jeffrey.
�You�re supposed to be touching
yourself so I can watch. Not me,�
Jeffrey moaned, doing nothing to stop the feel of her scalding touch on his
skin.
Salida ignored him as her hands
went up, over his shoulders, crawled slowly down his back, and then started
probing the muscles of his ass.
Jeffrey growled in a mixture of
pure lust and mild irritation as she stubbornly did what she wanted, then
decided he didn�t really care. He reached down in-between their thrusting and
sliding and sweaty bodies to her clit himself and touched her when she
wouldn�t. It was only fair as she touched him in return.
His actions caused a high keen to
escape her mouth and she bucked against him several times before collapsing
back to the floor. Breathing heavily, she started to whisper to him in Spanish
- nonsense and love-words alike.
Roland felt like screaming with
her. This was beyond hell. Kill me now,
just put me out of my misery. Please let this not be hell. Oh god, please let this be life still. Horrible, godforsaken
life, but at least there�s change. Oh god, oh god, oh god.
�I love it when you do that,�
Jeffrey gasped as he heard the stream of words come from her mouth.
Whether she heard and understood
him was hard to say, but Jeffrey could eventually pick out the words
"harder," "lover," "more" and "please."
Not to mention "faster," and "so fucking good."
Jeffrey was more than happy to
oblige, wanting nothing more than to send them both into a frenzy of lust and
passion before they found bliss in each others� arms.
As his leisurely - for him - rate
picked up, Salida started to gasp in time with his thrusts. She didn't really have a choice since he was
practically knocking the air out of her. But it was exactly what she wanted and
needed, and within a minute or two she was screaming out her release as she
bucked and trembled under Jeffrey's body.
Jeffrey couldn�t help but join her, the lust had been building for far too long. He needed
release as much as she did. And it was nothing short of magical when their
climaxes coincided. It was as if everything in that instant was as it should
be. He gave, she took, their bodies moving in time with one another as one. If
she hadn�t already done it, it would have stolen his breath away.
Roland was practically whimpering
with need now. It�s not fair. Before Sands had come into his life, he had had a
wife, a mistress and a potential lover all climbing over each other to be able
to warm his bed for the night. Now what did he have? Fantasies about some
twisted bitch of a woman fucking his only and worst enemy. Life fucking sucked.
"Mmm..."
Salida sighed once they had finally stilled. "You're heavy. You're making
me need to use the bathroom."
Jeffrey blinked at her
incredulously before laughing and moving off of her. �You amuse me, vixen,� he
teased, knowing that she was completely serious, but not able to stop a smile
from coming to his face even so. �I might be making you have to use the
bathroom, but that�s noting compared to what you�ve done to Rivers.�
It was true, Roland was moaning
softly, trying to will his treacherous body to obey his commands. Hardened-ha,
ha, nice pun-CIA agents did not get
turned on by watching murderers-for he knew she had killed Emily and Susannah,
he remembered that much before losing consciousness-fuck.
Salida coolly observed the agent. "He'll
get over it," she said emotionlessly.
�That, or die from sexual
frustration. That might be fun to watch,� Jeffrey drawled with a smirk, rolling
over onto his back and staring up at the ceiling, not caring how dirty the
floor was. He simply didn�t feel like getting up. Sure, he�d move sooner or
later if to just torture Rivers some more, but for now he was content.
Salida shook her head and left the
room briefly. When she came back she was freshly dressed and had her brush in
her hand.
Jeffrey tilted his head up to look
at her and frowned a little to see that she was fully
dressed once more. �Pity,� he murmured, still not moving from his lazy sprawl
in the middle of the floor, his hair spread out around his head in a wave.
"I'll make it up to you,"
she said, offering him the brush.
�I know you will,� he said, sighing a little as he took the brush. Not because of her
comment, but because brushing his hair meant he had to get up. He grumbled a
little to himself as he sat up and brushed the tangles free of his shoulder
length hair. He really did need to get it cut. He grumbled a little more as he
rose to his feet and walked off to put on a pair of clean clothes leaving
Salida alone with Rivers.
"You're an interesting
man," Salida told the agent as she took a seat in a block of sunlight that
was just starting to come in the broken skylights as the sun started to sink in
the west.
Roland just looked at her as if she
had told him he had sprouted bright purple antennae out of the top of his head.
What did he care if she found him interesting? She was going to kill him.
"Aren't you going to ask
why?" Salida asked as she seemingly produced an orange out of nowhere and
started peeling it.
Roland sighed a little and rose to
the bait. What other choice did he have?
�Why?� he asked through bloodied and stinging lips.
"You like to pretend you're a
decent human being, but I'm not so sure that you are."
�And yet I�m not the one holding
another man hostage, torturing him, and planning to kill him when you�ve had
your fun with him,� Roland said evenly.
"If anyone ever did that to
Jeffrey, I can tell you they'd never arouse me."
Roland would have shrugged had he
been able. He offered no explanations or excuses.
"Just an observation,"
she said, starting in on her fruit.
Roland snorted in derision. �Thanks
ever so,� he said dryly.
"We were happy in New
Orleans," Salida murmured. "Jeffrey and Sands were being careful. Hardly killed anyone. I thought I could make it my home. But
you decided against that for me."
�No, your husband decided against that for you when he married you in the
first place. He�s a killer, Ms Barillo. What the fuck
was I supposed to do? Say, �oh that�s alright, all those innocent people he�s
killed don�t really matter because his wife�s found a home with him.� Spare me.
He�ll get what he deserves. You can�t honestly believe that I�m the only one
chasing after him, can you?�
"We'll just do this to whoever
else is stupid enough to try."
Roland shook his head gingerly and
laughed. �You�re a fool if you believe you can stop us all.�
"I won't loose him,"
Salida said gravely. "Never."
�Yes, you will. He�ll never stop
killing, and we�ll never stop chasing. In the end, you�ll lose him. You�ll get
to watch him die in the end if you�re lucky, but he�ll still be gone.�
"No!" Suddenly furious,
she threw her orange - the only weapon she had on hand - at him. The fruit
landed squarely on his nose, juice squirting out and seeping into his many
cuts, making them burn and scream.
�Fuck,� he gasped, shaking his head
in a frantic attempt to get the stinging juice off of him. When he saw that it
was no use he closed his eyes and tried to ignore the pain. It was really
nothing when compared to the grievous injuries that had been inflicted on his
hands. �You�re only angry because you know it�s true. He will be caught an
executed for his crimes, and likely you will too, your child will become a ward
of the state, never knowing its parents.�
"No," Salida whimpered,
shaking her head and covering her ears with her hands. He's wrong, he's wrong, he's wrong, he's wrong... The mantra
repeated over and over, running madly through her head as she tried to forget
what she'd been told.
Roland started to laugh, confident
of his victory over her until Jeffrey walked into the room; freshly dressed and
fuming.
Jeffrey didn�t even give Rivers
time to say anything. He merely cocked his arm back and gave him a sound punch
in his already battered face. Roland could hear a crack, and he dimly thought
that it must have been his nose before consciousness slipped past him.
Jeffrey growled every curse he ever
knew-in every language he knew-at Roland�s now unconscious form while he went
to comfort his wife. He would have just killed him, but not now. A quick death
was far too good for that bastard. He hadn�t heard all that had been said
between him and Salida, but he had heard enough.
"He's not right," Salida
was whispering over and over to herself, still huddled in her protective ball.
"He's not, he's not right, he's not..."
�No, he�s not,� Jeffrey assured her
as he wrapped his arms around her trembling form. �He�s a fucking desperate man
who would say anything to keep his life.�
"But why does he say them? I
wasn't being mean to him. I was just talking."
�Because he�s
like a trapped fucking animal, vixen. He�s going to try and bite sooner
or later to try and get free no matter what you do. That and he�s always been
an arrogant son of a bitch.�
"I just like to talk,"
she whispered, burying her head in his chest.
�I know you do, vixen. He�s just a ill-mannered bastard who hasn�t got long to live. Don�t
let him get to you. He�s not worth it,� he whispered, kissing the top of her
head gently as he rubbed her back in slow, reassuring strokes.
"He keeps calling me 'Ms Barillo,'" Salida complained, trying to control herself. "I don't like it. That's not my name."
�Then we�ll make sure he knows it.
I could always cut out his tongue for you if he upsets you again,� he offered
as a compromise.
"No, that would be bad. He'd
bleed to death."
�Why is that bad? That could be a
nice slow way to die? Or do you have other fun in mind, my wicked vixen?�
She shook her head. "I thought
you were going to do that. Kill him, I mean."
�Oh I will. But I figured I�d offer
you some fun with him first.� He shrugged. �I like watching you. But if you
don�t want to do that, I�m sure I can amuse myself for a little while,� he said
with a devilish grin.
"Not too much more
today," she sighed, closing her eyes and leaning against her husband. "Or...how
long do you both want this to last?"
He shrugged. �If it were up to me
he�d be dead already. But I think Sands wants him to suffer awhile. Whatever. Either way he�ll end up dead so I guess that�s
good enough for me.�
"I don't want to suffer
too."
�Do you want me to just kill him
now, vixen? He won�t ever fucking bother us again. Just say the word, and I�ll
do it.� He took one of the knives in his hands-the .45 would have been Sands�
choice, but he wasn�t Sands-and waited for her to say the word.
"No. I just want him to stop
being so mean to me."
Jeffrey looked at her with his head
cocked slightly to the side as if to say �are you serious?� �We�ve killed his
friends and lovers, crippled both of his hands, tied him up and told him we
were going to kill him. I doubt he�s going to be polite just because you want
him to, vixen.�
She frowned. "Desperate men
will do anything. Even be nice to people they don't like."
Jeffrey snorted. �Not
Rivers. He�s a bastard, no matter how you look at it. But if you really
want to talk to him some more, I guess I could let him live through the night.
It wouldn�t be any fun to kill him now while he�s unconscious anyway.�
"I want him to be nice,"
Salida murmured childishly. "Don't you want him to be nice to me,
Jeffrey?"
Jeffrey again gave her the
incredulous tilted head look but shrugged, humoring her a little. �I suppose.
He certainly shouldn�t fucking be mean to you. That�s crossing the fucking
line.� He glared at Roland�s still form.
"I don't like it when people
are mean to me. Especially when they're just jealous."
Jeffrey nodded a little as he
thought about it. �I don�t think I blame you. Rivers is just fucking petty and
lusting over things that aren�t his to have. We�ll make sure he�s nice to you
tomorrow, vixen. I promise.�
"No, he wants to be like
us."
�Who wouldn�t?� Jeffrey asked with
a smirk. �No rules, no consequences, sure the law occasionally gets upset and
comes after us, but who the fuck cares? We can pretty much do whatever we want
as long as we�re not stupid about it.�
"He's like us, inside,"
Salida said with conviction. "His morals just keep getting in the way. But barely. I wonder what it would take to make him
snap."
�It would be fun to find out,�
Sands interjected before Jeffrey could comment. �Not that we�d let him go after
he discovers its more fun to be the villain, but seeing him truly lose all that
he has left has great appeal.�
�You just like seeing people broken
before you kill them,� Jeffrey murmured to Sands. Sands simply shrugged, not
denying it. �I don�t see what the big deal is.�
"I say he deserves it for
being so mean to me," Salida pouted.
Jeffrey raised a hand to calm her. �Fine, fine. Toy with him all you want. I don�t care. Have
fun, go crazy.�
"Have him go crazy."
Sands grinned at her, seeming to
completely and totally agree with her for the first time since they had met.
�Now that sounds like fun.�
�We�ll I�m glad you two can bond
over torture. How lovely for the both of you,� Jeffrey said dryly.
"Don't be like that,
Jeffrey," Salida wheedled. "You can have fun too."
Jeffrey shrugged, conceding the
point. Of course he would have fun.
"You could just grab someone
off the street and torture and kill them
in front of Rivers. I bet he still cares about little things like that."
Jeffrey couldn�t help but grin.
�Oh, I�m sure he does. Especially if it were a woman.
He seems to have a certain�fondness for women.�
Sands just nodded. That was fine
with him. What was one more victim added to the pile?
"He won't care for long,"
she said, a bleak look on her face. "None of them ever do. Soon they're
doing it themselves."
Jeffrey frowned a little at the
underlying memories and emotions in her comment, but nodded anyway.
�We�ll break him,� Sands said,
sounding almost overexcited about the prospect, yet maintaining a bit of cold
glee which was all he�d allow himself to really feel. Jeffrey was fire, Sands
was ice. That was just how it was. Jeffrey was violent and impulsive, Sands was
vicious and calculating. It didn�t matter. Together they were both deadly and
dangerous.
Salida nodded distantly.
�Vixen?�
Jeffrey asked cautiously, seeing her distance herself. �What�s wrong?�

"Hmm?"
�I asked what was wrong? You seem like you�re somewhere else,� Jeffrey said
with a mildly worried frown. �Are you alright?�
She shrugged. "Memories
of another life. Sometimes it's a pain in the ass to have two people
squeezed into the same head."
�Yeah, no shit,� Sands muttered.
Jeffrey scowled. �Do you want to
talk about it?� he asked, attempting to be understanding.
"No. I think I just want to
take a nap. My head hurts. Or it feels like it's about to hurt."
�Then take a nap. Or try and get
some real sleep on the piece of shit cot in the other room.� Jeffrey eyed the
windows and saw it was dark out. It was still a little early for bed in his
opinion-the sun set late in the summer but not that late-but if she wanted to sleep, that was fine.
"Can I go out in the sun
tomorrow?" she asked wistfully as she allowed him to help her to her feet.
�Of course we can. We can just lie
around like cats if that�s what you want,� Jeffrey said with a small smile as
they walked into the office where they had set up the cots they had bought. It
was far from stellar accommodations, but for now they couldn�t just leave
Rivers unattended. He might start thinking that they didn�t care about him.
"Okay." She docilely
climbed onto her cot and rearranged her pillows as Jeffrey pulled the light
blanket up to her chest.
�I�ll come and join you once I make
sure Rivers is tucked in,� Jeffrey said with a wicked grin. �I�ll gag him again
so he doesn�t wake you up, I promise.�
"Alright.
And you'll explain to him that he should be nice to me?"
Jeffrey nodded and gently moved a
lock of her hair out of her face to tuck behind her ear. �I�ll make sure he
doesn�t speak to you that way again, vixen, don�t you worry. Now get some rest.
I�ll join you soon.�
"Alright." She kissed him gently on the corner of his
mouth. "See you soon."
Jeffrey smiled at her as he stood
and after giving her a final glance to make sure that she was indeed closing
her eyes and going to sleep he walked out of the office to rejoin Roland,
whistling a carefree tune softly as he walked.
***
�Oh no you don�t.
Passing out doesn�t get you a moment�s peace, Rivers. It just means that I get
fucking pissed off and have to punish you once I�ve woken you back up,� Sands
growled at his�playmate as he saw Roland�s eyes begin too glaze over in a fog
of pain. Sands had been given free rein to torture the already broken and
battered CIA officer as much as his twisted little heart desired, so long as he
didn�t kill him. Yet. He and Jeffrey were still
arguing over who got to do the honors. Sands could have just killed Rivers
right now and told Jeffrey to go fuck himself, but he wasn�t ready to stop
playing yet. He hadn�t gotten to torture anyone in�well,
he couldn�t actually remember having tortured anyone before. Sure, he liked to
maim and disfigure his victims while they were still alive and even after they
were dead-women especially; he didn�t try to figure out why that was. Some
things were better left unknown-he hadn�t actually set out to torture them as
he was with Rivers.
Sands turned off the blowtorch he
had been using to cauterize Roland�s to prevent exsanguination, set down the
bloodied knife he had been using to inflict said wounds, and full out slapped
the other man hard enough to hurt his own hand in the meeting of flesh on
flesh.
Roland groaned around the ball-gag
but the cold hate returned to his stare causing Sands to smile. �There we are.
I was beginning to think you�d left us, Roland,� Sands taunted, purposefully
using Rivers� first name. Sands knew that Roland would go into shock sooner or
later and eventually die, but for now he was making the most of their time
together. He took a moment to catch his breath and to tease Rivers; moving a
hand across his brow in an attempt to wipe some of the sweat away. Instead, he
left a broad streak of Rivers� blood across his forehead like a sigil;
unawares. He turned to Salida, offering the blow torch and the knife he had
reclaimed. �Do you want to have a go at it? I find it quite relaxing actually.
Yes,� he glance at Rivers over his shoulder and fixed him a wry look, �I know
I�m a sick bastard, but what are you going to do? It�s fun. I enjoy it.�
Salida shook her head. "Unless
you want to be done with all this today, I think you should stop until at least
this evening." She was subdued and relaxed after a few hours spent in the
sun. "And let him breathe." Moving past Sands, she tried to gently
work the gag out of Rivers' mouth; it was hard to do when the other man balked
and growled curses at her for her attempted kindness.
�She�s the only one who even cares
about you, Rivers. I�d show a little more consideration if I were you. But whatever. It�s not my problem,� Sands said with a shrug.
�Fuck you,� Roland growled. �And
you,� he hissed to Salida, his voice hoarse with pain. �I don�t know what kind
game you�re playing-some form of bad cop, worse cop-but I�m not fucking buying
it.�
Salida almost rammed the gag back
into his mouth, but one or more of her children started to wiggle and kick. Distracted,
a soft smile came to her face as she placed her hand on her abdomen.
Sands tilted his head at her
action, not really knowing what he felt as he stood there and watched her
�interact� with her children. Jeffrey�s children. His children. Whatever.
�If you truly do want your child
and love your child, then how could you possibly bring it up in a world like
this? With a fucking serial killer as a father and the
daughter of a drug lord and murderer herself as a mother?� Roland asked
in disgust.
�I could always just kill him now,
sunrise,� Sands offered, twirling the knife in his hand casually.
She didn't need Sands' help. She
never wanted to need Sands' help.
Quick as lightening, Salida's hand shot out and grabbed hold of Rivers' hair,
jerking his head back fast enough and hard enough to elicit a dull pop from it.
Then, without letting go, she balled up her right fist and slammed it into his
solar plexus. As he gasped and gaped for breath, she hissed into his ear,
"I'm only going to say this once: Jeffrey and I will love and understand
my children - all three of the triplets I'm having - more than anyone else can
ever hope to. Considering the gene pool they're coming from, it's more than
likely they'll grow to be exactly like us, and when they do, we're going to
teach them everything we know about making asses out of bastards like you, and
then we'll turn them loose to wreak beautiful havoc on a world that would
otherwise persecute and drug them into conformity."
�You�re deluding yourself,� Roland
gasped, no longer caring that such comments were only going to earn him more
pain. He honestly had nothing left to lose.
"And you won't be around to
know for that for sure. Now will you." Salida released him in disgust and
turned to Sands. "Whatever happened to that other form of torture we were
discussing?"
Sands shrugged gracefully. �I got impatient.�
"Well, I think we should do
it."
Sands nodded. �Keep an eye on
Rivers then. I�ll be back soon.�
"He's not going
anywhere." Salida shot a dirty look
at their prisoner.
�I meant don�t let him pass out, go
into shock, or choke on his own blood,� Sands said dryly.
Her blue eyes turned icy. "I'm
not an idiot. He'll be alive and perky when you get back."
�As long as we�re clear,� Sands
said with a curt nod before pulling on a light jacket to hide the bloodstains
on his arms and making sure to wipe off the blood from his forehead with a wet
nap he nabbed from the bag that had contained their lunch. Once he was
relatively sure he would pass a cursory inspection, he went out to find a
suitable victim.
***
�Why haven�t you just killed me
yet,� Roland asked, trying to sound as if he weren�t in a large amount of pain
and very nearly managing it. �Why the charade?�
"What charade?" Salida
asked sweetly, a side effect of her almost overwhelming anger as she dumped a
bottle of water into a bowl and started to arrange towels, burn ointment, and
several vials of clear liquid to her liking.
�Well this, for instance?� he
muttered. �You let your husband torture me without a care in the world, but as
soon as he�s gone you�re Florence Nightingale. Why even bother?�
"Sands isn't
my husband. And if someone doesn't take
care of you, you'll be sick and delusional with fever. That's not a state that
lends itself to torture, now is it?" Opening another bottle of water, she
held it to his lips and poured it down his throat, pinching his nose shut to
make sure he swallowed.
Roland coughed a little when she
moved her hand and the bottle away, absurdly thankful for the water but never
ever going to admit it. �How can two men be in one body? I still don�t believe
it,� he muttered, his voice clearer now that his throat wasn�t so dry.
"Apparently you haven't made
an extensive study of the biomechanics at work in the human brain. But then
you've said it yourself that you go off half-cocked rather than follow and
investigate all your leads." Her hands were rough as she started to smooth
on antiseptic/cooling/numbing burn ointment.
�My colleagues didn�t,� he said
with a frown. �They believed. But that didn�t stop you from killing both of
them. And my wife. What the fuck did she have to do
with any of this? She didn�t even know I was chasing after him,� Roland asked,
his voice thick with bitterness and loss.
"You ripped Sands' wife's
family away from her. He wanted payback for that. We also planted loads of
evidence in your office that you were planning to run away with a lover. You've
had your affairs...I bet your co-workers know. Ruining your career would be
nice, but even if we didn't have you, you'd be under investigation right now.
In fact, the police might think that you killed your partners because they
discovered you hired an arsonist to kill your wife."
�That�s bullshit. They�ll never
believe that. The CIA knows I�m chasing after you and your husband. And even if
you do kill me, they�re still going to get you.�
She shrugged. "It was enough
to cast doubt. Rumors are insidious little things. People will talk. The talk
will reach further and further up. There's proof that Jeffrey, Sands, and I are
out of the country. You never would have been trusted again. The CIA will be
happy to brush the whole untidy mess under the nearest rug. Don't tell me that
you know differently."
Roland laughed then, and it was a
wretched sound. �You honestly think I care about that any longer? You and your
fucking husband have taken everything
from me. Even if you hadn�t tried to take my job too I would never go back
there.� All I have left is hate and the
hope that I�ll be able to kill them both one day.
But even that was being taken away leaving nothing but a cold emptiness where
his soul used to be.
"Good. Then you're starting to
get a glimmer of how we feel. Sands didn't ask to be the way he is just like
Tess never asked to be born to a cruel, tyrannical, abusive father who also
happened to be a drug lord. And she didn't ask for me. Jeffrey and I never
asked to be the spare wheel. If you can come to understand just a hint of the
anguish we've felt, I'll be surprised." Salida injected Rivers with her
most powerful painkiller.
Roland snorted once he was sure she
hadn�t given him some kind of poison or knockout drug. �Why would I want to
understand you? I don�t care about either of you. I don�t care about your pain,
your problems, your past; I just want you both dead.�
"Good luck on that one. Now,
sit here like a good boy and suffer while I clean myself up a bit." With a
painful tap to what was probably a broken cheekbone, Salida left the room.
***
Sands returned an immeasurable
amount of time later forcibly shoving a petite blonde who
couldn�t have been more than 20 years old in ahead of him. Her hands were bound
behind her back with a wire of some sort, her mouth was gagged with one of
Sands� silk handkerchiefs, and her face was a mask of a fear so potent it
seemed to crackle around the room. Her blue eyes were wide and unblinking,
dried tears and ruined mascara scarring her cheeks. She was visibly trembling
and nearly tripped in her 4 inch heels as she was pushed.
�Honey, we�re home!� Jeffrey yelled
out with a smirk. He wasn�t nearly getting as much enjoyment out of frightening
the young woman as Sands was, but that didn�t mean he wasn�t having any fun
either. �We�ve brought a guest.�
Salida merely glanced over and
shrugged. Her conversation with Rivers had proved to be entirely unfruitful,
and now all the calm she'd gathered from sitting in the sun earlier was gone. All
she felt now was a vague dissatisfaction mixed with a terrible case of the fidgits.
�What are you doing, you sick
bastard?� Roland hissed as he locked eyes with the young woman, not caring to
note that based on looks alone she could have been his daughter-same white
blonde hair and icy eyes. She clearly had been chosen with him in mind.
�That, my dear Roland, is up to
you. You see, I�m in the mood for a little�game, we�ll call it. Now, one of the
two of you is going to die, there�s no getting around that, but it�s up to you
as to who.�
Roland snorted. �You�re going to
kill me anyway. Why should I play your twisted games?�
�Because, Roland,� Sands spoke
clearly, as if speaking to a small child, �if you don�t play, I�m going to
disfigure this pretty young thing so horribly that even her parents won�t be
able to recognize her.� The woman whimpered and tried to shrink out of Sands�
grip, but it was no use. �That�s right, sweetness,� Sands addressed the girl.
�Now bat those pretty eyes of yours at your friend Roland here and show him
that you don�t want to die.�
�You sick fuck, don�t do this!�
Roland growled at him.
�Oh I�m going to do it,� Sands assured him, bringing out his knife to cut a
line down the girl�s jaw, tearing flesh with ease. The girl tried to scream,
but with the wadded up handkerchief in her mouth all that came out was a
desperate moaning. �Now you understand the game. Every time you don�t follow
the rules, she pays the penalty. Savvy, you halfwit bastard?�
Roland wanted to disagree on
principle, claim he didn�t give a fuck about the girl, but he couldn�t. She was
still an innocent, if incredibly stupid for letting herself be caught in the
first place.
Sands saw Roland�s wavering and
couldn�t help but smile. He was having a hell of a time.
Salida set aside her book and
watched, feeling a curl of interest bloom inside her. She was in a good spot;
she'd be able to see River's face, but not the girl. She didn't want to see the
girl. Her child would be that age one day.
Sands nodded and drew another
bloodied line across the other side of the young woman�s jaw with a casual
uninterested look on his face while he did it.
�You bastard!
What was that for? I said I�d play your sick little game!� Roland yelled as the
woman once more attempted to cry out.
Sands shrugged. �I know you did. I
just did that because I felt like it. Don�t you ever do things just for the
sake of doing them?�
�Sometimes,� Roland acknowledged,
figuring that if he could keep Sands talking, his attentions would be diverted
from harming the young woman.
�Oh really?
Like what? Fucking your secretary? Yvette was your secretary, correct? She was
too soft to be a field agent. Or did she attempt to seduce you away from your
obviously loving marriage?� Sands asked wryly.
Roland grit
his teeth at the mention of Yvette, but didn�t curse at Sands because he knew
it would only anger the man into hurting the young woman again. So he decided
to tell the truth. Or at least the version Sands wanted to hear. �Yes. I fucked
Yvette because I could. She was no office slut; she turned down my attentions
at first, but I pursued her.�
�She must have been either really
fucking easy or you were especially charming-something I don�t fucking
buy-because she obviously spread her legs for you,� Jeffrey commented
offhandedly, pushing a stray lock of the young woman�s shoulder-length blonde
hair out of her face and behind her ear; a gesture he had done to Salida
countless times before.
This was almost amusing to watch,
like a play. The sense of unreality Salida was feeling almost bothered her, but
she pushed it aside to concentrate on what was going on.
�And that was fun, wasn�t it?
Chasing after her?� Sands asked, slowly running the flat of the blade along the
young woman�s neck just to see her tremble. �You wanted her, and so you took
her. As simple as that.�
Roland clenched his jaw again,
wanting to argue that it hadn�t been like that, but keeping silent. It was
true. He had wanted her. He wanted to
see if he could get her to submit to his desire, but only after he had made sure she knew he would never leave his wife for
her. She simply wasn�t that important for him. Yvette had hated him for days
afterwards, hardly saying a word to him, but he kept after her. It had been so
much more of a challenge that way. It had been�fun.
�And did you go after one of the��
��lesbian bitches,� Jeffrey
interrupted.
��women after I killed Yvette? You
did, didn�t you?� Sands laughed.
Roland glared, his eyes going the
color of gunmetal and his gaze just as hard.
�Was it the brunette? She was a
little mousy it seemed, but she was sure cute. Susannah, her name was I
believe. No? Oh so it was the redhead then. I�ll bet she was a real firebrand
between the sheets. But then of course, she probably only chose you because she
couldn�t have me.� These taunted words were clearly meant for Roland, but Sands
tilted his head down and addressed them to the young woman instead as if she
were a trusted confidant.
�You bastard!
Emily wasn�t like that! Don�t you dare talk
about her that way or I swear, I�ll fucking kill you with my bare hands! Do you
hear me you cocksucker?�
�Ah, so he admits it!� Sands told the trembling girl delightedly. �How charming. He couldn�t have fucked her too long after I
killed Yvette though, we haven�t known each other that long. Tell me Roland,
did you even care that your former lover had been murdered while you were
sticking your dick into your new conquest? You didn�t, did you?�
And
that's what makes him like us, Salida thought with quiet delight. I knew it.
Roland was livid with rage as he
watched Sands jam the knife into the girl�s throat. He didn�t care. He watched
her die dispassionately as he was engulfed by his own rage. Dimly, his
conscience screamed at him that he should have tried harder to save the girl,
but he ignored it. She was a dead woman anyway. He only cared about ripping
that smug bastard�s head off.
�Well I�ve had my fun,� Sands
sighed contently as he crouched down to the young woman�s still twitching body
to wipe the blood off of his hands and knife on her lilac colored blouse.
�Sorry sweetness. It was nothing personal. I was just trying to make a point,�
Sands told her when he met her wide staring eyes. �You can keep the
handkerchief.�
"That was fast," Salida
murmured, getting to her feet.
�What was?� Sands asked curious
glance in her direction as he stood as well. �Me having fun
or Roland breaking?�
�I didn�t break, you bastard,�
Roland said coldly.
�Come now. Don�t be such a sore
loser. It�s not your fault you�d rather see me dead than save a clearly
innocent woman�s life. It�s the way of the world.�
�Fuck you,� Roland hissed.
�You�re just upset that I�m right,�
Sands chided with a smug smirk.
"You could always try again.
Make it last longer." Walking slowly, Salida came over to them and draped
herself on Jeffrey's side of their body.
Jeffrey shrugged as much as he
could while she was hanging onto his arm. �I�ll admit I was partly at fault for
that. Her whimpering was beginning to annoy me.�

�You people make me sick,� Roland
spat disgustedly.
�Yes, you�ve mentioned that,
Roland,� Sands said with a sigh. This was beginning to grow tiresome. He missed
Aida and yet if she got her way this might be the last real fun he had in a
long while. He decided he could afford to play a little longer.
"So sick you're forever
getting a woody," Salida muttered, sick of Rivers' whining.
Roland didn�t really have a
response for that so he settled for a glare and a question. �What was the point
of that? Besides to take that young girl�s life?�
"I think there would have been
more of a point if it had lasted longer," Salida whispered.
�Maybe.
But you know what? I honestly don�t care anymore. This has stopped being fun,�
Jeffrey muttered. �I say we just fucking kill him and get on with our lives.�
"We could make it fun,"
Salida insisted.
�Oh yeah? How?� Jeffrey murmured; curious but still skeptical.
"What's your wildest
dream?"
Jeffrey had a thought, immediately
dismissed it, and shook his head; keeping silent.
"What is it?" she asked,
tracing a finger along the shell of his ear. She'd seen the brief light of
inspiration flash across his face before he'd bottled it. "Tell me."
He shook his head slowly again. �It
doesn�t matter. You wouldn�t do it anyway.�
"You know me," she
breathed into his ear. "I'll try anything at least once."
�I want to watch,� he said simply,
knowing that she would take his meaning. Besides, he didn�t want to speak the
words aloud and alert Roland to what he wanted her to do to him.
She looked at him for a little bit.
"You won't mind?" You won't
kill anyone in a jealous rage? That was what she really meant.
He shrugged. �I�m going to kill him
anyway.�
"How
far?" she whispered, moving closer to him.
�As far as you�re willing to go,�
he rumbled in her ear, already feeling the first pangs of arousal even as they
talked about it. �I know what�s mine.�
"Alright," she whispered,
kissing him deeply the moment the word was out of her mouth.
He nipped at her bottom lip as she
pulled away, staring at her lustfully as she moved to Roland�s side.
Slowly, Salida started to disrobe,
first undoing the buttons of her shirt, taking time to draw attention to her
full breasts and perfect skin.
�What-what are you doing?� Roland
asked, having to swallow at his suddenly dry throat first.
A coy smile played on her lips, but
she said nothing as she slowly shrugged out of her shirt, thrusting her chest
forward.
Roland stubbornly met her eyes,
refusing to allow himself to goggle at her chest like some hormonal teenager.
�Christ, don�t you two ever stop?�
"Jeffrey's not doing
anything," she purred, sliding her hands up her chest and into her hair
where she pulled off the scarf that was keeping the long tresses out of her
face.
Jeffrey was doing something actually-he was staring at his sexy wife as she
put on her little show for Rivers, growing more and more aroused by the second.
It was nothing compared to having her himself, but god it made him fucking
horny.
�Sands then.
Whoever,� Roland grunted, cursing god that woman had ever been put on this
earth.

"Sands and I never do anything. I'm afraid it's just
you and me, Rivers. Or do you prefer Roland?"
�Oh so now what?
Your husband couldn�t keep you happy so you�re coming to me? Please. I wouldn�t
touch you if someone paid me to.�
"You don't get to touch
me," she grinned. Then she leaned over his chair and started nibbling on
his right ear, one of the few places on his body that hadn't been injured yet.
�Don�t,� Roland gasped, cursing
himself as he did so. �I didn�t think your husband
was the type to marry cheap whores, but I guess I was wrong.�
Jeffrey scowled at Roland�s
comments to his wife, but knew that she could take care of herself. Besides, he
didn�t want her to stop. He meant what he said by wanting to watch.
"Oh, I assure you, I'm very
expensive. I keep growing out of my clothes for one thing." Her tongue darted out to trace the edge of
his ear, and then she blew on it.
Roland shivered at the comment and
tried to struggle out of her grasp. He quickly saw that he was no closer to
being free of his binding-he was able to chance a look down at them today and
scowled to see they looked to be raided from an S&M superstore-and ceased
his movements. �Why are you doing this?�
"Why not?
You want me, don't you?"
�Wanting you and being turned on by
a pretty woman are hardly the same things.�
"You think I'm pretty? How sweet." Salida moved away long enough to strip off
her pants before straddling his lap.
�It�s not sweet. I�m just not blind
that�s all,� Roland answered, attempting to sound blas� about the fact that he
had a beautiful woman-the wife of his enemy, no less-sitting on his lap acting
like she belonged there.
Jeffrey was rapt. He made not a
sound save for the occasional quick intake of air as he avidly watched his
erotic, sexy, un-fucking-believable wife seduce Rivers.
"Mmm,"
she murmured, gently kissing his lacerated throat. She made sure to keep her caresses feather
light.
�Stop this,� Roland groaned, trying
valiantly to ignore the way the heat between her legs warmed his quickly
hardening arousal. �Jeffrey, Sands, whatever the hell your name is, you�re just
going to stand there and watch as your wife does this? You�re more of a pussy
than I thought you were.�
Jeffrey growled at that, but
shrugged. �Pretty much,� was all he had to say in answer.
Roland blinked at him, utterly
dumbfounded. �Voyeuristic fuck,� he muttered after a few moments had passed.
"You must like it
though...it's not dampening your arousal any." Reaching behind her, Salida
unhooked her bra and stripped it off her shoulders. Leaning back a little, she
gave Rivers ample time to appreciate the view.
And he did. What was the use of
fighting anymore? She was going to do�whatever it was that she was doing to him
anyway whether he wanted her to or not. Why not just fucking go
along with it? It wasn�t as if she wasn�t beautiful or willing. She was, and
she definitely seemed to be despite her husband�s intense stare from across the
room. Roland glanced at him and saw that Jeffrey was clearly getting off on
watching. Roland couldn�t help but roll his eyes.
Salida slapped him hard, drawing
blood from his lips. "Pay attention to me," she hissed.
�Or what?�
Roland hissed, tilting his head to spit blood to the floor from his split lip.
She grinned. "Or this is going
to hurt more than it needs to."
Roland just grunted.
Jeffrey meanwhile was silently
begging her to hit him again, feeling a warm wave arousal move over him as he
watched her toy with her prey.
"Oh, alguien
est� siendo un muchacho inteligente,"
Salida cooed as the agent gave her his full attention. "Como un perro que viene
inclinarse." someone
is being a smart boy/like a dog coming to heel.
�Say what you like, but in the end
you�re still the bitch,� Roland hissed, tired of her games. Tired
of everything. He wasn�t so desperate though that he was just going to
bend over and take whatever she gave him.
"Y en el extremo usted es
pescado-cebo inm�vil."
Her grin assured him that her words were not complementary, and her busy hands
on his belt buckle were almost insulting. And
in the end you're still fish-bait.
�So be it,� Roland murmured. He
truly didn�t care what they did to him any longer. He had nothing to live for
but his revenge, and that was hardly enough to sustain him. �So this is�what?
Send me to heaven before you send me to hell all the while allowing your
husband to watch?� He was proud of calm he sounded, especially considering
there was a beautiful naked woman seated on his lap currently working to remove
his pants.
"Usted
desea. Usted no est� consiguiendo adentro de m� sin un cond�n porque
usted es una puta masculina."
You wish. You're not getting inside of me
without a condom because you're a male whore.
Jeffrey couldn�t help it; he
laughed aloud. Then he couldn�t help but frown as he considered that Salida
never spoke that way to him-filthy and lurid and just the way he wanted her to.
Oh well. This more than made up for that. If she kept this up he was going to
be forced to take a hand to himself for simple relief. He vaguely wondered if
she had any idea how this was affecting him.
Roland scowled at the cut. �What
then? You�re going to tease me until it becomes no less than torture? I should
have known. Perra,� he hissed.
"Why didn't you tell me you
spoke Spanish?" Salida whispered into his ear, tightening her grip
painfully around his semi-aroused flesh.
�You didn�t ask,� he said around a
gasp of pain.
That�s
right, punish him, beat him, hurt him, fuck him, kill him, Jeffrey thought
frantically as he forced his eyes open to continue watching the display. They
wanted to slip shut in arousal and passion but he wouldn�t let them. He had to
keep watching.
"I don't like being taken for
a fool," she hissed.
Roland screamed...
There was a gout
of blood...
Salida tossed the blowtorch to
Sands as she held up her prize for Rivers to see.
"Shouldn't have pushed,"
she murmured. "I would have been the best you'd ever had. And now - if you even live - you'll never be
able to have another woman."
�You bitch,� Roland gasped his
voice both raised at least an octave in horror and pain and began to quaver as
he began to go into shock.
Jeffrey couldn�t help but feel a
little disappointed as he didn�t quite get
what he wanted, but that thought quickly passed as he looked up to see his
unbelievably beautiful wife spattered in Rivers� blood. A moan clawed its way
out of his throat as the blow torch hung limply in his hand; forgotten.
"Cauterize the bastard before
he bleeds to death," Salida snapped, tossing away her "pound of flesh,"
and spinning on her heel. "I'm going to wash and go outside."
Sands sighed and took a step toward
Roland�s trembling body with a look of distaste clearly fixed upon his face. It
was one thing to torture another man-he had no real problem with that-but this?
He couldn�t help but feel a faint stirring of pity for the other man as he sealed
the wound shut with a shudder. It would be better to just put him out of his
misery right now.
Roland had never before known such
pain. It was unreal. He felt like burning off his own screaming nerve endings
just to make the pain stop. He hadn�t dared to look down,
he didn�t think he�d survive it. �Just�let me die,� he moaned, whimpering as
Sands sealed off the wound.
Sands just shook his head and let
Jeffrey walk off to find his wife.
Salida was scrubbing at her skin
with a sponge, muttering and shaking as she did so. She never even noticed that her husband was
coming up behind her.
�Stop it, vixen. You�ll hurt
yourself,� Jeffrey said as gently as he could while trying to ignore the lust
that raged through his veins like molten lava. It was clearly not the time for
such things now. �Here, let me.� He attempted to take the sponge from her, not
liking the way she was furiously rubbing her skin raw just to get rid of a
little blood.
"I don't like it," she
whispered. "I don't like the way it feels. I want it off."
�I know you don�t, vixen. I�ll get
it off,� he said taking the sponge from her. While he did still scrub at her
skin to remove every last trace of Roland�s blood, he wasn�t trying to remove
her skin with it in the process. After a few minutes, his hands stilled and he
dropped the reddened sponge into the bloodied water. �There. You�re clean,� he
murmured, unable to stop a sigh.
"I'm cold," she
whispered. "Why did I do that? I don't understand."
�It doesn�t matter now, vixen,� he
said, gathering her into his arms and ordering himself
to be content with that. �It�s in the past.�
"I didn't think I was capable
of doing things like that though." Almost as if she was terrified of
herself, Salida still didn't raise her voice above a soft whisper. "I
didn't even feel anything."
�Shh,
don�t worry about it, Salida. You have nothing to be afraid of or feel sorry
for. It wasn�t your fault.� He began running a hand over her hair in a
comforting gesture as he spoke, hoping that it would make a difference somehow.
"Whose fault was it
then?"
�His.� The reply was immediate.
"I can't take a little insult?
I'm so fragile that I have to blame my actions on him?"
�Of course not, vixen,� Jeffrey
said with a frown and a shake of his head. �It was his fault, pure and simple.
He goaded you into taking action. He knew what was at stake, and he didn�t
care. It�s his own fault. Not yours. Never yours.�
"I used to have better control
than that. I should have just walked away."
�Maybe,� Jeffrey allowed, �but that
doesn�t mean he would have stopped taunting you. He asked for this, vixen. He
was hoping you�d kill him.�
"I can't believe I did
that," she whispered again.
�Listen to me, Salida. It doesn�t matter. He�s a dead man anyway; he knows that. It�s his own fault for wanting to jump the gun.�
"It does matter. I don't like the way I feel right now."
Jeffrey sighed. �I don�t know what
else to tell you, Salida. It�s done. There�s no going back now.�
"I know, I know," she
moaned. "But I was so cold when I did it, and I can't get warm now. Maybe
I'll never be warm again."
�You will vixen. I know you will.
This is nothing. He�s noting. Don�t let him in like this. You�ll be yourself
again. My beautiful, sun-loving, incredibly passionate vixen.
You�ll be everything and more. I know you will.�
"I don't want to play with him
any more. You and Sands can decide when to kill him." She pulled away and went in search of some
clean clothing.
Jeffrey sighed and walked back out
into the main room where Rivers sat; moaning and visibly trembling. He walked
over to pick up his .45 from where he had carelessly left it on the floor and
walked up to Roland. Blue eyes met brown, and Jeffrey could practically see the
hope in them as he raised the gun. He wouldn�t deny him that last moment of
hope. He wasn�t a complete monster. Jeffrey simply didn�t want to drag things
out any longer. There was no fun left; no joy; only grim emptiness and
acceptance that one of them had to finish the job they�d started.
The sound of the shots echoed
throughout the room; Sands� finger tight on the trigger as he watched
dispassionately as Roland died instantly with two bullets lodged in his skull. It
was finished.
***
This was a stupid idea. This had to
be a stupid idea. Sands wasn�t even sure why he was
doing it, but he couldn�t stop himself. Some sick need to explain yourself maybe? Not guilt, but a desire for understanding?
Yeah, he could buy that. But when Jack Grant answered the phone, all reasons
vanished and Sands found he couldn�t say a word.
"Hello?" The man sounded
tired and subdued, as if answering the phone was something he did by rote with
no hope of actually speaking to the one person he most wished to hear from. Or
as if he'd once dreaded picking up the phone because of the questions and
answers and sympathies that would be pressed on him, but he did it anyway
because he knew it made the caller feel better.
Time to bite the bullet. Open wide, buddy. �Mr. Grant, don�t
hang up. It�s Sands.�
There was a long silence on the
other end of the line as Jack tried to digest what he was hearing, and the
moment he did, the questions he had finally bubbled up his throat and out his
lips.
"Do you have any idea what
you've done to my baby-girl?"
�I know,� Sands acknowledged
softly. �But I love her, sir. More than anything. You
cannot help who you fall in love with.�
"How could you turn my baby
girl into a fugitive? How could you take
her away from us like that?"
�It wasn�t my intention, sir. I never wanted to make Aida like me. Never,� Sands said honestly.
"Then let her go." There
was anguish in the older man's voice, but he obviously didn't understand that
Aida had the freedom to leave whenever she wanted.
�I�m not keeping her with me, sir.
There is no kidnapping; there never was. If Aida wants to leave�that�s her
choice. She knows this. And yet, she stays. She�loves me. And I love her.�
"You don't deserve her." This
was said softly but plainly.
�Believe me, sir. This I know,�
Sands said just as plainly. �Look, Mr. Grant I�ll be straight with you. I
didn�t call to punish or anguish you. I didn�t call to make lies or excuses. I
called because I thought you had a right to understand what happened; to hear
something else than the lies that the police or CIA have been no doubt telling
you.�
"And what lies would they have
told? That you're a mass murderer? I'd love to have that one corrected. That
you're possibly involved in the kidnapping of a CIA agent, although they are
following other leads at this time? Can you tell me differently? That somehow
you've gained a hold over my daughter? Can you correct any of these?"
�I make no excuses about what I�ve
done. I am what I am. I have done nothing to your daughter but love her, sir.
What you saw between us wasn�t a lie. Our love is genuine. I would never do
anything to hurt her.�
"Perfect love casts out
fear," the other man muttered, continuing before Sands could ask what he'd
meant. "I'm holding you responsible for her safety, Sands. If anything
happens to her, I'm coming after you. Do you understand me?"
�Yes, sir,� Sands voice showed no
confusion. He accepted Jack�s terms.
"And if she ever wants to
leave, she comes home."
�I�ll accept that.�
"I know how stubborn my
daughter is, Sands. I never thought that you were keeping her against her will.
Susan hates me for it, but I knew better. Like I told you, she was always
bringing home strays and giving them her entire heart."
�I�m�sorry. I didn�t intend to
bring about contention between you and your wife over this. I didn�t intend any
of this at all. Aida just wanted to see you.�
"I know. And that doesn't
matter. Susan would have heard about this eventually."
�Why do you say that?� Sands asked curiously.
He certainly hadn�t intended on them ever finding out what he was. Not that he
was ashamed of himself; he wasn�t of course, but that it would adversely affect
Aida. But it had. And Sands couldn�t help that he should at least try to feel guilty about that.
"One day the knock on the door
would have been from your friends. Although I don't know if Susan feels better
or worse because she's met the man who has her daughter."
Sands sighed. �I should have never
come with her,� he murmured to himself, not for the first time.
"Do you honestly think it
would have made a difference? Aida's pigheaded. Always has been. Will be until
the day she dies." Jack sounded tired. Exhausted even.
�She told me I didn�t have to come,
and I was the one who insisted. I should have listening to her,� Sands murmured
absently. �That would have prevented so much�� the last was clearly spoken
aloud to himself.
"And what would it have
prevented? My comfort
in knowing that at least you love my daughter?"
�It doesn�t matter. You�re right.
At least there�s that.� What he was regretting was the look on Aida�s face
after he had killed the two CIA agents who had been chasing after them. If he
had stayed at the hotel, that might never have
happened.
"Take care of my girl."
�I will, sir. You have my word,�
Sands said solemnly.
"Tell Aida I-I love her. And
that her mother does too."
�I shall. And I promise, if there
is a safe way to contact you or your wife, we will.�
"Better leave that to Aida. Susan's
having a hard enough time remembering that she does love her daughter right
now."
Sands nodded to the phone before
making a face at his foolishness. �I understand. I�m sure Aida will want to
contact her though. She still loves and cares about you both, I know that. She
just doesn�t want to put you into any danger by associating with�well, me.�
"I hope for Aida's sake that
you stay out of trouble."
�So do I,�
Sands murmured. With that, he hung up the phone. He had been talking to Aida�s
father for far too long already. He had no idea if the line had been tapped or
not. In any case, it was too late to be worrying about such things now. Now he
had to get home to his wife.
***
"You didn't call
yesterday," was Aida's accusation as she stood up to greet her husband as
he came into her room.
�I know and I�m sorry, Aida. I have
no excuse,� he murmured, giving her a frown. In truth, he hadn�t wanted to talk
to her because he felt uncomfortable telling her how much he loved her while
betraying her by killing Rivers in the background.
"Do you have an
explanation?" Or did you forget
about me? was her silent follow-up.
�I didn�t want to call you because
I didn�t want to have to say that I didn�t know when I would be coming home. It
was selfish of me and I�m sorry, Aida. I should have called.�
She relaxed. "I thought that
perhaps something had gone wrong. Or at the very least the visit had gone so
badly that Jeffrey was going to have to force you to come out."
For one moment of pure panic, he
couldn�t remember what she was talking about. What visit? Where the fuck did I tell her we were going? Then he
remembered, and was immediately calmed. �No, everything went fine. Or, I
suppose it did. I wasn�t around for most of it.�
"I'm just glad you're
home," she sighed, leaning into him and wrapping her arms around his
waist.
�So am I,� he agreed, feeling more
relaxed and content now than he�s felt in days. All it took was her arms around
him and he was set. In return, he wrapped his own arms around her waist and
kissed her softly on the side of her neck. �I missed you, spitfire.�
"Come to bed with me."
He nodded and let her lead him to
the bed by the hand. He could think of no where else he�d rather be.
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