With his right hand, Chadwick reaches to move his fingers over her silk nightgown. Something rough, against something soft. His head rested on her smooth legs, easy access to cover them in heated kisses.
It was her weakness to see him completely infatuated with her. One moment the two could be talking about everyday things; like who would go shopping, or what they wanted for dinner. Next thing you knew, both of their uneven breathing echoed around the room. The smallest thing she did set him off. The smallest thing he did set her off. Both lie there like ticking time bombs. Each setting one another in to a blissful frenzy. So, he pulls back, and watches her watch him. There eyes locked on to each other. He could see the adrenaline pumping through her veins from a faint touch. He waits for a moment. Eyeing her breathing. “You okay?” Malina raises her hand, then places it behind her head. She shuts her eyes a few seconds before answering. “Mm-hmm,” His catches a glimpse of her plump lips, then at her fingers twirling mindlessly in the air. Chadwick resumes placing his hand on her stomach, softly caressing it. He watches her profile, the dip of her nose, her rounded chin. This woman was the most beautiful creature he laid eyes on. Malina gripped the blue sheets beside her, trying to lead his hands further down. “Chad,” before she could tell him what she wanted, his lips cooled across her thighs, inflicting sudden dizziness. Chadwick uttered something in her skin. Words she’d never heard him say. Her breath shook. Then he suddenly stopped, breathing hitched. He muttered in between takes, “Marry me,” Malina shook her head slowly, “Marry me and we can do this all day.” “Aldemir,” she breathed, “Now’s not the time to be a traditionalist,” ****
“I’m not here for a long time, “she pressed the number three, “I’m here to see how long it takes you to snap and murder me.” Tilda straightened her blouse. The elevator shut. The humming of engineering began its work upward. Her blonde hair was loose on her shoulders. The cherry colored lipstick played right in to her dead pan glare forward at their washed-out reflections. Beckett was as still as a statue. Both arms were pressed behind his back. “I don’t make unnecessary kills.” His deep voice rang. “Get in the way of my business… now that’s another story.” She glanced right, “People like you don’t understand that there are penalties to their actions.” There was a brief silence, before someone stepped on, carrying a black brief case. Tilda noticed her fingers squeeze then relax on the handle. She pressed her presumed floor, then flashed an awkward smile at the two of them. As the doors opened on the third floor, Tilda stepped out coolly, with Beckett on her far right, walking a pace behind her. The scent of nicotine was on his shoulder. It reminded her of her father. Her dead father. They’d go sailing together. His arm secured around her bony, freckled shoulder. Tilda loved that white bathing suit, the one with blue stars and pink bottoms. Despite it barely staying on her tiny frame, her father always pulled her sleeve up, whenever it came crawling down. The salt water sprayed on her innocent laugh. The seagulls squealed. “Stay out of what you need to,” she heard this in her father’s voice, then noticed Beckett directly in front of her. “My family doesn’t feel empathy for revenge cases,” Tilda smirked, “This isn’t a revenge case. This is justice.” *** “Oh, it won’t be but a few minutes.” Tilda tilted her head, pulling open the car door. “I’ll drop you off. Don’t you work just down the block?” Veronica glanced inside the vehicle, some man in a suit rested his hands in his lap. “Yes, but I’m fine on my own. Thank you,” she stuttered a little, trying not to trip on her way forward. “Get in the fucking car,” she heard the sharp voice of Malina rise behind her. Tilda smiled slowly, “That’s your cue,” -Sea- "Why the sea," Malina pressed her lips to his forehead. "Why not some random hotel. Or here," she smiled pulling away. Chadwick reached for her hand. and drawing her near he said, "There are so many distractions on land. If we're together in the sea, we're together in the sea." The Executioners Part 1 Regal dresses, schemed suit and tie, the expensive wine would hold them only for so long. They were rich. It wasn’t like they couldn’t afford it.
She pressed her lower back further in to her seat to keep from losing her posture, the first thing half of these women let go right after dinner was served. Ashley could feel a few loose strands tickling her neck. It annoyed her to think that her top knot had failed. Useless last minutes spent combing her fingers through and through. Yet, she still presumably looked like she’d just got back from a workout. Down at the opposite end of the table was her father, continuously swiping his lips with a napkin, then pressing a glass of wine to his white beard. He must have known it turned a temporary red, because he did this on repeat. “Did you see them just outside before arriving?” Ashley turned her ear left. Two women leaned closely to one another. “I was quite unnerved,” the one speaking had a freckle on her bottom lip. The other had a short voice. It sounded much like a whimper. “I heard he brought a criminal today,” “Why?” lip freckle asked, reaching for her glass. “You don’t think they’ll…” her voice trailed off as the side doors burst open with a loud crack. Instantly grabbing everyone’s attention, Madison Upson strolled out like everyone hadn’t been anticipating his arrival all evening. Upson was a handsome man, close to the age of her father. There was still something slightly younger about him. Perhaps his green eyes? Or his unwrinkled smile? He was born in Germany. Upson was well-known for his participation in homeland security. Upson was recognized well over seven years ago when he launched a private division program called TSE. Preservation was reportedly off the charts. Homeland hitches went down by twenty percent, in just the first year. That was enough to get most Scandinavian countries on board. Well, that and his enthusiasm to share it with world. Ashley convinced her father she was ready for this. If she was going to break in the government business, she needed a start. Upson made his way to the front of the room, lips curling. It was dead silent. She could tell he was relishing in it. “Good evening,” Upson didn’t need a microphone. “Tonight, is a special night, not just for me but also,” he paused,” … for my friends in Norway.” He turned to the table accompanied by Norwegian administrators. As he began clapping, everyone else followed instinctively. “I hope you all know who I am by now. But for those who don’t, I sure pray first impressions don’t matter much.” A few people chuckled, including her father. “My name is Madison Upson. I am an opportunist. And like you, I understand there are many problems around us. We live through them daily. One thing that I find a constant are criminals.” He continued without missing a beat. “A crime is committed. Then the authorities decide what defenses to take. Right?” Ashley tried casually glancing around the rest of the room. “Here’s the thing. People are criminals. People are also heroes. We are or own problems, then we are the answer to our problems. We’ve always been.” Upson turned away from the audience. What was that? Ashley adjusted her eyes to see a light stitching on the back of his suit. A symbol. “Don’t you feel at ease? No eye contact? No fake smiling. You’re safe.” He stated. Next, Upson raised his left arm signaling the right doors to open. Together, two large men appeared, dragging a limp woman violently. “This is Aud. She kidnapped three children as of last summer. Kidnapped,” As if repeating it would make things somehow worse. “She took those precious little kids to a hotel south of Norway three months ago. Three months ago.” “Fuck you all,” the scream that stretched from the back of her throat induced Ashley to jump in her seat. “You fuckers are pigs. Disgusting pigs.” “She took those kids one by one and drowned them.” He continued. “And now she’s here. At an end.” Upson finally faced the crowd, and the women. Although, this time there was something black completely covering his face. Not a single outline of his features detected. The two men carried her thrashing body forward, forcing her to her knees. Ashley’s breath went shallow as a pool of urine flooded the floor. Mr. Greene pressed a napkin to his nose, disgusted. “She’s never seen my face. She won’t ever see my face,” Upson freed a firearm from behind. Ashley would have sworn she could hear the smoothness of the metal kiss her forehead before he fired, before red danced in the open air, and specs splashed her dress. The people who sat closer screamed in horror. But Ashley’s father didn’t flinch. In fact, he was amongst the several who began a standing ovation. “May I introduce you to the TSE. Or, my personal favorite, The Silent Executioners.” The table was spinning. All the glasses and the food. Then her lips went numb. Ashley couldn’t count the faceless legion spreading around the edges of the room. She didn’t want to. All she could hear was the study sound of cheering. |
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