Talia Rumlow Forfatter

You chug your drink, and lean your head back on the couch.

– Seriously, Nat! You could’ve told me he was coming.

You say, looking at Natasha.

– We’ve been partying together for years. It’s like an unspoken rule that he’s here. I thought you knew.

Natasha shrugs. And you know she’s right. You know. Of course Jack would show up. You just kinda hoped he’d stay away, because the party was at Nat’s place, and he knew for sure that you were going to be there.

– It’s bad enough that he broke it off with me over a text message. But now I have to look at him all night?!

You say again, as Nat fills your glass up again.

– Oh, come on! I even invited some of the new guys, maybe you can hook up with one of them. Make Jack jealous.

She says, playfully wiggling her eyebrows.

– Like he would be jealous…

You say, irritated, and a bit scared. You don’t really know if you’re over Jack yet. And drinking in his presence. You don’t know how that will turn out in the end.

– Even if he won’t get jealous, you’d still get some. Think about it that way.

Nat says. And again, you know she’s right. You’re strong, you can do this. Who knows, maybe some of those new guys Nat was talking about actually are really good looking.

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The party is only a couple of hours young, when you start to feel like this wasn’t at all a good idea. You feel nervous, and a bit tipsy, which is not a good combination, when it comes to you.

– Hey! You ok?

Nat says, sitting down next to you. You take a quick glance over at Jack, he’s deep in conversation with some people. Doesn’t even look your way.

– Ehh..

You answer, trying to sound confident. Nat looks around, then she nudges you.

– Hey, what about the guy over there?

She says, gesturing to a young looking guy, with brown hair, and a nice body, sure he’s good looking. But way too young for you.

– Ehh.. Nat, he’s probably no older than 18. I want someone OLDER than me. You know that. I can’t go from Jack, to…. THAT!

You reply. Desperately trying to look unaffected by the fact that there’s not one single guy here that you like. Except Jack. Yes, you broke up. But the sex.. God the sex.

– Oh, come on…

Nat speaks again.

– I’m trying to help you here. Couldn’t you at least entertain the idea of someone younger?

She continues, nudging you again.

– He’s a boy, Nat. I want a MAN!

You say, chugging yet another drink.

– Ok, we’ll make a deal. The next guy who sits down next to you, ask him if he’s a man. If he says yes, you’ll go for it!

Nat says, sending you a playful best friend smile. You know you lost. There’s no arguing with Nat. You know that.

– Arrg.. Fine.

You say, trying to flash a smile. God, what have you gotten yourself into?

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The party continues into the night, and no one catches your attention. Thank God for that. Sleeping with someone just to make Jack jealous is probably not the best idea. But it could give you a confidence boost. And you really need that. But not with anyone, it has to be someone really, really hot. Someone you want, someone you crave.

You’re about to give this whole thing up, and go to bed, when you feel the couch next to you dip. You turn around. The black beard alone makes your heart skip a beat.

– Hi!

You say, trying to sound casual, and not too drunk.

– Well, hello to you too.

The guy replies, turning towards you. Holy fuck. He is perfect. Brown eyes, just as you like. Dark hair, and a man for sure. Tall, dark and handsome.

– I haven’t seen you before.

You say. Mentally slapping yourself for sounding nervous. Why is it that you can’t seem to find the right words when really good looking guys shows up?

– I just came. Nat told me to sit down here, and she’d get me a drink.

He tells you.

– Of course she did….

You mutter, looking towards the kitchen, where Nat is looking at you, gesturing like crazy.

– I’m Brock by the way.

He says, extends his hand. You take it, and for a split second you almost forget your own name.

– Err.. YN..

You reply. His hand is warm, big and strong.

– So, how do you know Nat?

He asks. And you don’t quite process it right away. Besides, you’re too drunk for this small talk.

– Are you a man?

You ask. Screw how stupid that sounds. Screw everything.

Brock looks at you, smiling at bit, looking down at his crotch, then back up at you.

– The last time I checked, yes!

He replies. It doesn’t look like he thinks you’re stupid.

– Do you have a girlfriend?

You ask again. You deliver your questions fast. But he gets what you’re saying.

– Not at the moment.

He replies again. Putting his hand on your knee. You look down at his hand. This gives you the confidence you need for this.

– Are you gay?

You ask again. Brock laughs a bit.

– No, I’m…. I’m not gay.

He replies, moving a bit closer to you. It’s now or never. You know that. And you’ll surely hate yourself forever if you don’t take this chance.

– Ok, then you’re mine!

You say, and you get a short glimpse of Nat, holding both her thumbs up, smiling wide.

– Fair enough!

Brock answers, before he seizes your lips in a deep, possessive kiss. Pulling you closer.

– Not here…

You say, breathlessly. Brock gets up, takes your hand, and drags you with him in the direction Nat’s pointing. When you walk past Jack, you “accidentally” brush your hand against his shoulder.

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Brock captures your lips, the second he shut the bedroom door behind you. Pushing you up against the wall, holding your hands over your head.

– Fuck, girl. You’re hot!

He moans into your heated skin.

– Take me, Brock. Fuck me!

You reply. He wastes no time, yanking you away from the wall, and onto the bed, before he crawls on top of you. Your clothes disappeared almost without you noticing it. You’re already wet as fuck. No foreplay needed.

– Ahhh.. Fuck!

You moan out, when he enters you. Mercilessly fucking you into the mattress.

– Ahh.. Fuck, you are wet! Oh, fuck.. So tight!

He moans out, grabs some of your hair, holding it tight, as he continues to thrust into you.

– Oh, shit, fuck.. Right there…

You almost scream, as you lift your legs up, wrapping them around him. Pushing him even deeper.

– Oh, fuck yes! Ahh.. Fuck.. I’m gonna cum..

He growls into your neck, grabbing your shoulders for the last few deep, hard thrusts.

– Oh, fuck! Yes!

You moan, when you feel him release inside of you.

– Ahhh.. Fuck.. Ohhh..

He moans out his orgasm, before he lets his hand glide through your hair. Kissing you passionately. Then he rolls off you, staying by your side. Let’s his hand caress your upper arm.

– Tonight I’m yours…

He says, before wrapping you in an embrace. And there, in his arms. You fall asleep.

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You are only half awake, when you notice someone standing in the now open bedroom door, leaning against the doorframe. You know it’s Jack. You don’t have to look, you can feel his presence. And you know that he’s looking at you and Brock, because you can still feel Brock’s arms around you.

– Fucking slut!

Jack’s voice sounds from the door. And you feel the anger bubbling up in you. HE broke it off, HE cheated, HE lied. And now, suddenly you are the slut. FUCK THIS! You know he left already, you know he’s no longer standing in the door. You should NOT stand for this. You get out of bed. Your underwear is on. You’re not exactly sure when that happened. Maybe you went to the toilet or something. Anyway, you’re so mad, you probably wouldn’t care if you were naked.

You catch up with Jack in the kitchen. Tap his shoulder. He turns around, and just looks at you. And that makes you even more angry. FUCK HIM! You lift your hand, clench your fist. Then you hit. Jack is fast, tries to move his face out of your range. But you’re faster. It was your intent to hit his jawbone, with your ring. Because that would surely hurt. But, stupid Jack, moved. You’re not exactly sure what you hit at first. But you can hear something breaking.

– Who are you to call me a slut, huh??

You yell, then you look up at Jack. His hand in front of his nose, blood. Fuck. Did you break his nose? Holy crap. Well, he deserved it.

– What the fuck is going on?

Nat asks, as she enters the kitchen. Looking from you to Jack, and then back to you again.

– Ok, Jack. I think it’s time you left. Bye now..

Nat tells Jack. Jack takes one more last look at you.

– Crazy bitch!

He growls. You take one step towards him, but Nat moves in between you.

– Hey now, Jack. Don’t make it worse. Go see a doctor.

After Jack leaves, Nat just looks at you. You tilt your head a bit. To show her that Jack deserved the broken nose.

– Remind me to never piss you off!

Nat says, as she opens her fridge, and gives you a soft drink.

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– That I got Fucked by a criminal, in the park?

He looks at you for some time.

– You’d tell your friends that?

He kisses you again.

– You think I would? I mean, If I could tell my friends that a criminal, bank robber fucked me in the park, you think I would?

He lets out a little nervous laugh.

– Well, if I could tell my friends that I fucked a Bounty Hunter in the park, do you think I would?

– Absolutely, I think that.

He playfully nudge your shoulder, before there’s a sound. Footsteps. Someone is moving towards you. Slowly, quiet. Definitely someone who is looking for something, or someone.

He quickly and quietly gets you down on the ground, lies on top of you, covering your mouth, and holds a finger over his lips.

– Shhhh…

You reach behind his back, get his gun out from his pants. He gets the other one. Both of you are ready to fight. He leans down. Whispers in your ear, so quiet you have to concentrate to hear him.

– When I say go, you run. I’ll cover you!

You shake your head. He’s still covering your mouth, so you can’t talk.

– Yes, YN. You do! I got you into this. Now I’m getting you out of it.

His voice so determined that you don’t dare to argue with him. You can bring your gun with you, run and hide somewhere close, and then double back.

He rolls of you, on his back, with his gun ready. You try to make your body ready to run. Looking around you, searching for the easiest way out.

Then you see the two pair of feet closing in. Fuck! You slow your breathing down. Look over at him. Firm lips. Concentrated. He almost looks scared. Is he? How the fuck can you know? He probably knows these guys. Is he fighting his friends, shooting at his friends? Do criminals even have friends? Allies you know. But those are not friends. They just work together because it’s mutually beneficial. Kinda like when your father does jobs for the Police.

He looks at you one more time. Once again his finger over his lips. You nod.

– NOW!

He yells, as he fires four rounds at the guys closing in. You almost don’t hear what he says, but the vibrations the sounds make, makes you get up and run. More shots fired behind you.

You don’t run far. It’s dark outside the paths in the park, and right now, you praise the fact that you like to dress in black. And the fact that your hair isn’t blonde. It’s almost impossible to see you. Once you feel that you are far enough away, you kneel down behind a big rock.

The shots stops. You slowly get up. No movements over there. It could be a trap. But you still have a full magazine in your glock, and you’re a good shooter, even in the dark. You slowly move back towards your hiding spot. Still no movement. You’re so focused on finding Frank, that you almost trip over the first guy. Quickly bending down to check his vitals. Fucking dead!

A couple of more steps, and you see the other guy, when you move closer, you can see something or someone under him. Frank! You push the guy off him. No movement. You check his vitals. He’s still breathing, so this must be something else. Hit his head maybe. Fuck!

You shake him, and he comes too with a bang.

– Fuck. Motherfucker. Fuck you!

You take his face between your hands. Look in in the eye.

– Hey… Hey, Frank.. It’s me.. Calm down!

It’s like he suddenly gets his brain back.

– I told you to run, YN

– I did!….. And then I came back. Come on. Someone definitely heard that, the Police will be here. We have to move!

You try to drag him with you. He grabs your arm. Points to his right leg.

– He shot me twice. I can’t run anywhere!

You look around for something to tie around his leg, maybe if you just find a car, you can get away. He stops you.

– Run, YN!

– The Police will get you!

– Take the money, and run! If I don’t have the money, they have no prof. Take them!

You look from him to the bags and back again.

– No!

Sirens starts to approach. Franks once again grabs your arm. Pulling you down to him. Kissing you intently.

– You know the place in Long Island where you bought your car?

You nod..

– Meet me there in four months.

– What if you’re not there?

He takes both the duffle bags, and gives them to you.

– That means I’m in jail, and you need to buy your own car!

You kiss him again, keep your lips on his, for as long as you have time for. Before the sirens is dangerously close.

– Now, go! Four months, YN! Now run!

You run. Fuck. Triple fuck. You never thought you’d ever end up in a situation where you had to run from the Police. And Frank. Fuck!

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Four months later, you again walk into the place where you bought your BMW. Not knowing if he’d be there. He sounded pretty confident, that he wouldn’t end up in jail. But you know how the system works. One fingerprint, even if it is for another crime committed. It would take him down. Fuck the Police, fuck the system. Why the fuck are you even here?

– Looking for a car, Miss?

You know that voice. A smile starts to form on your lips, as you slowly turn around.

When your eyes meet, he winks at you. And you know how to play your part.

– Yes. I’d love a new BMW M5 CS. My old one.. I didn’t like the colour…

He calmly walks over to a dark green one. Drags his hand over the roof of it.

– I think this one will fit you perfectly, Miss. What is your budget?

You smile at him, and tilt your head towards a dusty car outside.

– Oh, about 230.000 I’d say. Not totally sure. I didn’t count it myself..

He sends you a smile. Before walking over to a cabinet, and takes out a key. Tossing it in the air, before catching it again.

– Want a test drive, Miss?

He tosses the key to you. You snatch it.

– Fuck, yeah!

When you’re about to get in the drivers seat. The manager comes over to you. Stops you.

– Jared. I know that you’re new and all. But when it comes to 200.000$ cars. You’ll do the driving.

You look at Frank, mouthing “Jared” to him. He gives you a resigned shrug, before opening the door for you. You walk over to him. He takes your hand and holds it until you are safely in the seat.

He gets in the drivers seat. Puts the key in, and slowly drives out of the store.

When you get out on the road, he looks over at you.

– The money is in the car outside the shop, right?

You look back..

– Yes?

– Good.. The car is ours then…

You laugh..

– Well.. “Jared”. We should test out the backseat then.. Don’t you think?

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he takes the car onto a dirt road, and parks it on a green field, behind a tree. Looks at you.

– You know, YN. I think “Jared” would like that!

You quickly move to the back of the car. It’s not hard, more than enough of space between the front seats. To easily slip into the back. He follows closely behind. Getting on top of you, before his lips meets yours. His hands dragging your skirt up. Yours unbuckling him.

– Fuck me, Jared!

You say with a teasing smile. He looks at you for a second, before carefully taking a hold of your chin. Kissing you.

– It’s Frank to you, missy…

Your hands move up to his hair. Eyes still locked with his.

– Fine.. Fuck me, Frank…

His hand, pushes your underwear aside, before entering you.

– Fuck! I’ve been waiting for this…

He growls into your ear.

– I belong to you. Take me!

You say between moans and ragged breathing.

– Mine! All mine!

He says as he fucks you raw, in the back of the car.

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The manager sits down at his desk, takes up the note left for him there. No names, just handwritten block letters ” MONEY FOR THE BMW, IN THE DUSTY PICK UP TRUCK OUTSIDE! AN EXTRA 30.000 FOR THE TROUBLE!”

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The BMW is fast. It doesn’t take long before you’re already far away From the city. Frank looks at you, before taking a firmer hold of the steering wheel.

– Want to see what this baby can really do?

You smile back at him.

– Hell yeah!

He clamps the gas down, and the V8 engine shows it’s Powers. You don’t miss anything. Bounty Hunting can be done from everywhere. And you can do that without your father.

You put the City and your old lives further and further behind you, before you drive into the sunset, with nothing else ahead of you, but the open road.

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The way he holds you up against the wall. Breathing heavily into your skin. Him growing between your legs. Fuck! The excitement. You’ve never been this turned on before. His strong body pressed up against yours.

– Fuck me!

You say between moans. You don’t have to ask twice. He growls into your ear as he enters you. It sends waves of pleasure down your spine.

– Yes! Take it! Tell me!

– Fuck! Harder!

You manage to say between ragged breathing.

One of his hands finds your hair, grabbing it. As his lips once again finds yours.

– Open your mouth! Let me suck on your tongue!

He commands, as he continues to push you up against the wall with every thrust.

Fuck how turned on you are. He could do whatever the fuck he wanted to with you, and you’d probably let him.

You open your mouth.

– Aaaaa.. Fuck!

You moan into his mouth.

– Stick it out for me! Let me taste it.

You must look stupid, but you do as he tells you to. Sticking out your tongue. He lets his tongue swirl around it, before closing his lips over your tongue. The taste of his tongue, and the feeling of his lips closed around yours makes your belly clenche.

– Yes! Grip your walls around me! Fuck!

Sex has never felt this good. This intense. He really knows what he’s doing. And that body. You’d let him rail you forever.

Your lower body hits the wall every time he buries himself inside you. Once again he growls into your ear.

– Fuck! Aaaahhaa..

– Yes, come for me!

The feeling is unlike anything. The way he’s grabbing your hair, almost biting your neck as he growls the words into your skin. Your whole body tenses up, and you’re scared you’re hurting him, with the way you squeezing your legs around him.

He let’s you finish first, before he takes care om himself. How can a badass criminal like him, be this caring? You learned from a really young age, that criminals was bad people. That you should stay away from them. This guy. This night, changed all that.

After showering and drying off, you lay down on the bed together. He lies down first, on his back. Stretching his arms out. You lie down on one of them. You don’t know why, but being close to him feels good.

– Do you always fuck the girls you kidnap?

You turn towards him, looking at him as you talk. He laughs a little.

– You’re the first one I’ve kidnapped, so I guess the answer is yes!

You just lie there, looking at each other, before your lips collides in a kiss again. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. His kisses intensifies, before he suddenly stops. Looking around. You open your mouth to say something, but he covers it with his hand. Putting a finger over his mouth.

– Shh!

He’s right there is someone either in the apartment, or right outside the door.

You quickly get dressed. And pick up your guns. You get two more out of the drawer in the nightstand. Giving him one.

Then you take your places on each side of the bedroom door. Backs against the wall. He looks at you, gestures for you to be quiet, and follow him. Before he slowly moves towards the living room. You follow him.

A bang sounds, as the door to the apartment gets kicked in. Then shooting, shouting.

– I know you’re in there. Where is my fucking money?

Two bullets hits the wall. You lift your gun up, ready to fight. But he gestures for you to stop. Before he rounds the corner, and places a bullet in the guys forehead.

– There will be more of them. Get the bags, let’s move!

You get the bags from the bedroom, as before he takes one, gives the other one to you, before you move out in the hall. Some of the neighbours pops their heads out of their apartments. You tell them to get back inside. You know you got to move quickly. The Police will be here any second.

And you were right. The second you round the corner of your apartment building sirens sounds. You both start to run.

– You have any other places to hide?

– Not really! This was kinda it. We could try to hide in the park. Wait it out!

He grabs your arm, drags you with him towards the park.

– Then come on!

You reach the park, and take cover in some bushes. It’s not the biggest room for you two, but you’re out of sight, and hopefully no one knows that you’re here. He lies down rests his head on one of the bags. You lie down on his chest, look up at him. He’s good looking. Dark hair, brown eyes, a little rough, unshaved, and well he looks like a criminal. A good looking criminal.

– Do you have a name Mr. Wheelman?

– It’s Frank!

– YN!

– Nice name!

You close your eyes. Then you suddenly realise something. You look up at him again.

– How did they know where we were? You got rid of my phone..

He quickly sits up, starts to go through the bags. After a while he pulls up a black device. Looks at it. Before putting it down on a rock, smashing it with his foot.

– FUCK! Fuck, motherfucker!

– They’re tracing the money. Why didn’t I think of that?

He does the same with the other bag. Smashing the device with his foot. Before getting up.

– Fuck, we need to move!

You get up, start to walk after him. You walk through the park for a while, before finding another hiding spot. Similar to the one before. But this one is on the other side of the park. You’ll be safe here for now. Again he lies down. But this time he gestures for you to sit down on top of him. You do, sit down on your knees, legs on each side of him.

He grabs your hips. Dragging your dress up to your stomach. Pushing his groin up against you. You lean down and kiss him.

– Have you ever been fucked in public before?

He keeps kissing you, while unbuckling himself. Fuck.

– Not in the park!

You say, while gliding your hands up under his shirt. Just enough chest hair for you to feel that it’s there.

– Push your underwear aside!

He growls, grabbing your hips, pushing you on to him. You don’t even think, you just to what he tells you to do. Fuck, this feels so good. His lips tastes so fucking good, and his body. Fuck!

He has no trouble entering you. His words and his voice alone makes you wet as fuck. He seizes your bottom and fucks you as hard as he possibly can.

You try to keep from moaning. To not give up your hiding spot. But it’s almost impossible. Fuck this is intense. If possible he ups the pace even more. Before it all explodes inside of you. You have to bite his jacket to keep you from screaming. Before you collaps on top of him.

– That was fucking amazing…

You manage to say, between your breaths

He lets out a little laugh.

– And now you can say you got fucked in the park..

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– How the fuck do you want me to react, you’re a fucking bounty hunter?

He sounds scared. You find that funny.

– Listen Mr. You stole MY car. You could’ve chosen any other car in that parking lot. You chose this one. Now face the consequences!

– I didn’t have that much time to chose and This. Was. The. Fastest!

– Do you always chose cars where people are trying to sober up?

– Not usually, no!

Something hits your car from behind. He turns around.

– Fuck! Speed up!

You clamp the gass down. The car behind you follows.

– I can’t shake them off!!!

He gets his gun out. Change the magazine. When he’s about to lean out the window to shoot at them. You stop him.

– Do you want them to mess up your car?

– I’ve got a better idea. Hang on!

Again you drift the car around, so you’re front to front with the car behind you.

– Now, will you shoot them??!!

He leans out the window, and empties his magazine on the other car. The car skids, before hitting the
roadside crash barrier, flipping over on its roof, before landing in a fountain.

You drift the car around again. He puts one hand on your dash, grabbing the door with the other.

– You drive like a fucking maniac you know that?

– Shut the fuck up will ya! They just wrecked my BMW!!

You say while stopping the car on the hard shoulder. You exit the car,, and walk to the back. He follows you. Someone hit you, that’s for sure.

– Fuck! You couldn’t leave my car alone, could ya…

You look at the broken taillights and the bumps on the back of your car.

– You owe me 200.000. You know that right?

– I offered you 230.000! You explicitly said that you didn’t want my robbery money!

You kick your car, and scream out your frustration. Before opening your back door, and fall stomach down in the back seat. He stands outside the door, looking at you.

A car engine roars down the street. Then everything happens so fast, you don’t even have time to think.

– GET DOWN!

He yells, as he drags you down on the floor in the car, and gets on top of you. Then the bullets fly over your car. You feel it will never end. He takes a hit in the shoulder. You can feel it. But you’re facing down on the floor, so you don’t see anything.

Then there’s quiet…

He gets up, holding his shoulder. You turn around.

– Are you OK?

You ask. Before there’s a sound coming from the hood of the car, before flames shows.

– Fuck!

He says again, before dragging you out of the backseat, runs back to the trunk, kicking it as hard as he can. The trunk flies open. He yanks out the bags, and gives you one. You don’t say anything, you just take it. Might as well make some money out of this fucking mess. And your car is wrecked beyond repairs.

You start to walk down the street, he follows.

– Hey, where the fuck are you going?

– Relax will ya. I’m not gonna run away with your fucking robbery money.

You turn around, look at his shoulder.

– We need to get that fixed. I know a place. We’ll be safe there.

You say, while picking up your phone. He yanks it from you. Throws it away.

– Hey! What the fuck dude? My car AND my phone? What the fuck is wrong with you??!!

– They can trace it. As long as you have that, we’re not safe anywhere.

You start to walk again. He continues to follow.

– So, where are you taking me?

– It’s a safe house. We use it for stakeouts sometimes. Everything we need is there. Including first aid kits. I’ll fix your shoulder, and then we can sleep for a bit.

You walk the rest of the way in silence. It’s not like you haven’t been shoot at before. It’s just that usually you know who you’re dealing with, and usually you have the upper hand. Now, you don’t even know if the guy walking beside you is one of the good guys or one of the bad guys. Amazing sex though.

It’s not that far of a walk. The safe house is an apartment downtown, with a view that can take anyones breath away. It costs a small fortune, but your fathers firm can afford it. He’s the best bounty hunter around. And you’ve been helping him out since your early teens. By now, you know every trick in the book.

You unlock the door, and let him walk in front of you.

– Go sit down in there!

You point to one of the bedrooms. Before you go to get the first aid kit. And a bottle of liquor.

When you return to the bedroom. He already removed his jacket and his shirt. Exposing his broad shoulders and perfectly toned upper body. Fuck! How can you not look at that?

– Do you really think drinking is the right way to go right now?

He gestures to the bottle in your hand. You sniff.

– It’s for the wound!

You put the first aid kit down on the bed, before you start to pull out the things you need. You look at the wound.

– It doesn’t look too bad. Thankfully. I think I can get the bullet out without it hurting too much.

– What? Are you a doctor too?

– Oh, please. I’ve been doing this since I was like twelve years old!

He takes a breath. Looks at you.

– You really ment it, when you said you didn’t live a quiet life.

You don’t answer. Instead you lift the bottle. And get ready for the task ahead of you.

– This is going to hurt!

– Listen. I’m sorry about your caaaaaaa.. FUCK, lady!!

He yells at you when you pour the liquor over his wound.

– Oh, jeez.. Keep your fucking mouth shut. I’ll have the bullet out before you know it. Look away if it bothers you.

– Bothers me? Trust me, I’ve been through worse than this.

You start to remove the bullet. The whole time he’s looking at you. You can feel it, although you don’t look back.

When the bullet is safely out, and the wound closed up. You wrap a bandaid sound his shoulder.

– It’s just to keep it steady, so the wound can heal.

You say, letting your fingers slide down his arm. He clears his throat.

– Do you by any chance have a shower in this place?

You smile at him.

– Yeah.. It’s right through there.

You point to the master bathroom. He gets up. But then he stops. You look at him.

– The towels are in the closet right next to the shower.

He extends his hand to you.

– You’re not gonna join me?

You smile at him.

– Sure.. I can do that..

Then you take his hand. Walk with him into the bathroom. Your clothes falling to the floor almost right away. He turns on the shower. Make sure the temperature is good. Before he grabs your behind, lifting you up, and pushes you up against the wall.

– Legs around my waist!

……

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– You just ran away with their money? What did you think they were going to do?

You ask, you’re still mad that he stole your car. But since you’re already in this messed up situation, you might as well make conversation.

– Did you see the biker?

He asks, as he gets out of the passenger seat, and lies down on his back in the backseat instead. Casually putting his hands behind his head, revealing a pretty distinct V shaped lower body.

– Yeah! I saw him..

– Well, he showed up out of fucking nowhere. Took a shot at me. So I got the fuck out of there.

– Understandable! Why didn’t you shoot back?

– It was either that or my money. I chose the money! And how did you know I was packing?

You sigh and sit down in the back seat. Back against him. You can feel that he’s looking at you. Suddenly you feel cold. It isn’t exactly warm here in the middle of the night, and your hangover isn’t helping.

– Are you cold?

– Eh.. Just my hangover messing with me. No big deal.

He sits up. Takes off his jacket, puts it over your shoulders. Before he puts his arms around you.

– Here! Does this help?

– A little bit.

– Come here!

He drags you into the backseat, before leaning over you and close the door.

– Let’s get you sobered up.

He pulls you close, and rubs your back.

– I’m sorry for taking your car, alright. I needed a fast car. This one is. I can reimburse you for the rims.

– I don’t want your fucking robbery money!

He looks down at you, resting your head on his chest. Looks like he didn’t expect your outburst.

– Hey, I’m just trying to help out.

You sit up. Take off his jacket.

– Do I look like a person that needs help with money?

He looks you up and down. Your Gucci dress hugging your body, complementing all the right curves. Your Louis Vuitton purse. The Diamond necklace around your neck, and the jewellery in your ears. And of course there’s the car.

– You’re well off!?

You’re unsure if it’s a question or a statement. So you don’t answer. You look down, he leans over you, to get his jacket back over your shoulders.

– I don’t want your fucking jacket!

You look up. And your face collide with his. You don’t know if it’s intentional or not. But his lips meets yours. You both stop. Look at each other for a second. Before you collide together again. Hands roaming each others bodies like your lifes depended on it.

His hands finds the zipper on your dress, dragging it down. Before pushing the straps down from your shoulders. You pull his shirt over his head. Then you take his gun. Tucked down the back of his pants. Placing it on the floor.

He drags you up in his lap, you strattle him. Your dress pushed up around your waist. Without wasting any more time. He unbuckle himself, before pushing your underwear to the side and entering you. Grabbing your lower back, pushing you on to him.

– Fuck!

He gasps. Following your movements. You wrap your arms under his arms and over his shoulders to steady yourself. Pushing yourself down on him over and over. Breathing together in the intensity that is this situation.

The fact that you both know what kind of situation you’re in makes the whole thing all that more exhilarating.

– Move your arms! Let me see you!

He hisses. You let go of his shoulders, instead you lean back and steady yourself on the tunnel console. His hands moves up to your breasts cupping them both. Squeezing gently. Before travelling down your stomach, grabbing your hips, then he ups the pace. Fucking you raw in the back of your car.

– Shit! Fuck me!

He lets go of your hips again. Moving his hands up to your breasts.

– Start to move. Ride me!

He commands! You slowly start to move. Fuck! The angle he’s pushing inside you makes you tense up. You’re shaking moving up and down on top of him.

– Faster!

He commands again. You try to pick up your pace. But it’s impossible. Every time he hits that spot inside of you, you tense up.

He looks down, watching himself glide in and out of you, every time you move. He sits there for a while. Marveling your wetness, glistening all over him.

Then he wraps one of his arms around your waist dragging you into him, and mercilessly fucks you as hard as he possibly can. Breathing heavily into your skin, his body tenses up, his arms pulling you even closer, before he leans back and look up at the headliner. You lean into him, and place some soft kisses on his neck.

– That was fucking fantastic!

He says while pulling you into a kiss.

– Are you sobered up yet?

– My headache is gone!

– Good! And do you feel cold at all?

– No. I’m all good!

– I did my job then.

He says with a smirk. Before he kisses you. You sink into the kiss, but then you hear a noise outside. You quickly lean back, grab both his and your gun, that you hid under the passenger seat, before you blast six rounds out each of your backdoor windows.

When you’re done, you quickly untangle yourself from each other. Put your clothes back on. The whole time he’s looking at you, shocked.

– What the fuck, lady! How did you know how to do that?

– I don’t exactly live a quiet life!

You say, while pulling your straps back on your shoulders. Give him back his gun. You exit the car on different sides, walk over to the persons lying on the ground. You look over at him.

– Is he dead?

He looks down at the biker. One of your bullets went straight through his visor.

– Definitely! How about him?

He gestures to the guy lying on your side of the car. You look down at him for a while, before you put a bullet in his forehead.

– He is now!

You get back to the car. Get in the drivers seat. He keeps looking at you. Still shocked.

– What are you waiting for? They know where we are. Let’s move!

Finally he gets in the passenger seat. He still looks shocked, but at least he’s coming with you.

– Want to see what this baby can really do?

You say with a smirk, starting the car.

– Go for it!

You put the car in reverse clamping in the gas, turning the wheel, drifting the car around. He puts one of his hands on your dash.

– Damn girl!

– This side of the table is actually quite fun! Usually I help catch people like you!

He looks at you. Narrowing his brows.

– You’re a cop?

You laugh, while driving out of the parking garage, and speed up, down the street.

– Not really. My part of the job is way more fun… And pays much much better..

He sits back in the passenger seat. Slowly moving his head so he can look at you.

– Fuck! You’re a bounty hunter?!?

You send him a little smile.

– Well. My father is. I sometimes work for him. Undercover stuff mostly.

He keeps looking at you, nervous.

– Relax, I’m not gonna turn you in!

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Shit, you’re drunk. You stumble out of the club. Why do you always do this? You’re a fucking adult. You should know how to NOT become this hammered. How did you even get here? Oh, fuck. Your car. You fish your keys out of your purse. Where did you park it? You look around, your vision blurry, and you see like 5 of every single car in the parking lot. You lift up the key, and press the button. Pip! Fuck! You can’t see shit. You press the button again. Ah.. Over there. The new black BMW M5 CS has never looked better. You stumble towards your car. Get in the drivers seat, and start the engine. Oh, come on, YN. This is never going to work. You’re in no condition to drive. Sleep it off. You shut the engine off, and crawl into the backseat. Leaving your keys in the ignition. You fall asleep almost immediately.

A sharp jolt wakes you up. You’re sliding violently to the right side of the car. Hitting your head on the door. Ouch.. You sit up in the back seat. The car is moving. The car is fucking moving!

– What the fuck, dude!?

Dude? There’s a fucking dude in your car? Are you dreaming? You rub the top of your head. Fucking headache. The guy turns around. Looks at you.

– Oh, hey!

Then he concentrate on his driving. Before he suddenly turns around again.

– Hey? Who are you? How the fuck did you get here?

What the fuck kinda question is that? This is YOUR car!

– How did I get here? How the fuck did you get here?

– I needed a car!

– You needed a car?

– Yes!

– Oh for fuck’s sake!

You rub your head again. This is a perfect situation to be in when you have a hangover. Nothing beats a hangover with a fucking crazy car thief.

– Fuck! Are you tweaking?

– What?

He quickly looks at you, before he goes back to driving.

– Are you on drugs?

– Not unless vodka is a drug…

– So you’re hungover… Fucking perfect!

– Hey! You stole MY car! You know this qualifies as kidnapping.

He takes a quick look in the rearview mirror, before he clamps the breaks in. You’re getting tossed into the seat in front of you. Then he turns around.

– You’re free to leave if you want to.

– And let your crazy ass drive off with my brand new 200,000$ car? Are you fucking delusional?

He turns and looks at you. Then he spots something. His eyes narrowing.

– Get in the front seat!

– What? First off all this i MY ca…

– Get in the fucking passenger seat! And buckle up!

Something in his voice makes you jump into the front seat, and fasten your seatbelt. Then he clamps the gass in, and in less than three seconds the speedometer shows 63mph.

– Is this how you normally drive?

– When I have a fast car, yes!

– So that’s why you stole my car? You wanted a joyride?

– I TOLD you. I needed a car!

You roll your eyes.

– Fine. You’re a part of this fucking mess now anyway. I’m a wheelman!

– A what?

– You don’t know what a wheelman is?

– Like a taxi driver?

He laughs. Shifts gear, and continue to speed up. He checks the mirror, shifts gear again. More speed.

– Not exactly.

– Be careful with my car for fucks sake. It’s brand new!

– You rather have them shoot holes in it?

He nods his head to the rearview mirror, you look. A car is following you. A car is fucking following you. Who is this guy?

– What the fuck did you get me into, motherfucker!?

– I’m a wheelman…

– YES! I know, you said that already!

– Shut up and fucking listen!

You glance at the rearview mirror again.

– We robbed a bank, OK! And then… Then they doubel-Crossed me!

– YOU DID WHAT!!

– I. Robbed. A. Bank!

– And now he has my car…

You mutter to yourself.

– I gave you a chance to get out!

– Yeah.. And just GIVE you my car. Besides I didn’t know you were a FUCKING CRIMINAL!

– I’m just the wheelman!

– Great, now you can add fucking kidnapping and carjacking to your list of accomplishments!

He doesn’t answer. He just continues to drive. You look away from him. God, YN. You’ll end up in jail for sure. A fucking bank robber. You’ll never drink again. EVER!

– SHIT!

He yells, clamps in the breaks, turns the wheel so hard the tires drifting on the asphalt. Before the car goes over the center divider. Turns 180 degrees, and then he speeds up again.

– What the fuck! I have 22″ custom made aluminum rims on this car!

– Again, would you rather have the car shot to pieces?

There goes 200,000$. Fuck! This wasn’t exactly what you had in mind when you bought this car. Being chased through the City by fucking criminals.

– Do you have a plan at all?

– No I don’t have a fucking plan! I didn’t exactly plan for this shit to go down like this.

– Shake them off!

– What?

– Speed up! Shake them off. I know a place!

He looks at you. His lips twitches, before he again makes full use of the 627 horsepower V8 engine.

——————————————-

– It’s not in use anymore. But someone in the neighborhoods, didn’t want it to be tored down. So now it just stands here. Doing absolutely nothing.

The parking garage have been standing there for years. Collecting dust and the occasional rave party. Totally ruining the usually nice neighbourhood. But right now, you’re glad that it still stands.

He drives a couple of stories up, before he parks the car, and turns off the engine. You take a relieved breath. He does the same, before he exits the car, and opens the trunk. You slowly follow him. Please, God. Don’t say there is a person in my trunk.. You slowly walk to the back of your car. Thank God. Not a person, but two duffle bags. He’s standing over them counting money. Stack after stack of 100$ bills. You can’t say a single word. Anger bubbling up inside of you. He said He was the fucking wheelman. Then what is all this money doing here?

– No.. No, no, no. FUCK!

He throws one of the bags down in the trunk.

– 230.000$? What the fuck?

– You have their money?

Finally you manage to speak.

– It should be 500.000 at least. Fuck!

– You have their money?

– Obviously just half of it!!

You take another step towards him.

– You have their money?

He just looks at you.

– Do they really think I’ll be going back to jail for fucking 230.000. Fuck those fuckers!

– YOU TOOK THEIR MONEY!

Now you’re screaming to him. Surprised by the anger in your voice you freeze up. He quickly clamps a hand over your mouth. Dragging you close to him.

– Shhhh! Shut the fuck up!

– Mmmmajjammm

You try to talk under his hand. He looks you in the eye. He is so close his nose is touching yours.

– Use your inside voice this time. Don’t fucking give up our hiding spot.

You nod. And he removes his hand.

– No wonder they were fucking following us. You stole their money.

– It’s my cut. My payment for driving!

Oh, so that’s what a wheelman does. He’s like a getaway driver. You laugh.

– You get 230.000$ for driving from A to B?

Man this guy is better off than you.

– It’s a risky job!

– If it’s your money, then why are they following you?

He shrugs. Walks past you, and sits down in the passenger seat.

– Does it look like I’m driving them anywhere?

Da var siste kapittel av den først fanfiction jeg skrev, postet. Og jeg kan endelig starte å dele de andre (og helt ærlig litt bedre) historiene mine med dere også. Er du MARVEL fan, kan du finne mye jeg tror du vil like i mine historier. Ja, jeg vet jeg skriver i kjent 50 Shades Of Grey stil (populært kalt “husmorporno”), men jeg vet da at det finnes iallfall et par husmødre her inne på blogg.no.

Uansett, jeg skal ikke “mase” på deg. Men, jeg hadde blitt veldig, veldig glad om du leste bittelitt. Og kanskje sa hva du syns. Og, JA, også kan du gjerne skrive en kommentar om hva som er din favorittfilm eller favorittserie, så kanskje jeg skriver en historie bare til deg.

Neste historie ut er Wheelman, basert på filmen med samme navn. Det er en kort historie på kun fem kapitler, så denne er det relativt lett å følge.

The door opens. Jack immediately lifts his gun. Dixon falls out.

– Brock!

You say, before crawling back inside Pierces office. A gunshot sounds from over your head, you look up and see a guy falling down on the floor, before you continue to make your way over to Brock. Blood pouring out from the wound on his right side.

– JACK!!

You scream!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

More gunshots, before Jack kneels down next to you. Placing two fingers on Rumlows neck, checking his vitals. Then he looks at you. You know it’s only for a second, maybe not even that. But for you, it feels like years.

– Still breathing. Dixon, can you walk?

Dixon manages to sit up. Takes off his west.

– I took one in the west, And one in my arm. I can walk.

– They came by helicopter. Roof!

Jack spits out orders, before he grabs Rumlows arms, and drags him out of the room.

– My gun! Take it!

He orders you. He doesn’t have to say anything else. You know what to do.

Up on the roof, you fire two rounds up in the sky, to get the pilots attention, before you point the gun directly at him, as Dixon and Jack, gets Rumlow inside the helicopter.

– TAKE OFF!

You yell to the pilot. You don’t know if it’s your yelling, the anger in your eyes, or the two guys in the back with Rumlow. Either way, the pilot does as he’s told.

– North General Hospital!

Jack instructs.

– Pierce is the only one who can tell me where to land!

The pilot tries. Jack points his gun to the back of the pilot’s head.

– Pierce is dead. I’m your boss! North General!

You punch in 911 on the helicopters emergency display.

– 911 what’s your emergency?

You take a breath. Try to remember what to say.

– Incoming SHIELD helicopter. Agent down. Stab wound right side, bleeding internally. ETA 2 minutes!

Please help… You think, before you can’t hold your tears back anymore.

———————————————————

Rumlow’s pov:

The happiest day of his life. Days. The day he met you, the day he found out you were pregnant, the day you found out it was a girl, the day Abigail was born, the day you told him you were pregnant again, the day you found out it was a boy, the day babyJack was born, and now, today, having Thanksgiving dinner. Placing that ring on your finger. Having a family of his own. The privilege of being a dad.

Yes, he could easily admit it, it was scary for a while. Not having a fatherly figure growing up. Not knowing what to do. But, you took it so easy. Made everything so easy. And when he held Abigail for the very first time. The first time she grabbed his finger with her small hand. The first time she said “daddy”. He couldn’t even describe it.

You were the ones keeping him alive that day. His will to get to know that little miracle growing inside of you. His love for you. Without you, he would have died that day. You saved him, in every way possible.

He moves closer. Wrapping his arm around you, pulling you close. Places a kiss on your shoulder.

– Mmmmm.. Brock..

You say, leaning your head back. The noises you make makes him all warm inside.

– I love you!

You turn around. Kiss him. He pulls you even closer.

– I can feel that…

You say, in that teasing way only you can. As you let your hand glide down his side. Letting it stop for a second over his scar. Carefully caressing it. As you keep looking at each other. He knows what’s coming. This have almost become a daily routine. It’s almost like that scar holds you together.

– I love you too, Brock!

You say, before he leans in for a kiss, that smile he feels against his lips is all the encouragement he needs.

– Come here!

He says, as he gets on his back, and drags you up on to him…

Rumlow’s pov:

The smoke filling the room makes it impossible to see clearly. He tried to reach for you, when you came over, but he couldn’t reach you. And then he saw Rollins getting you down on the floor, shielding you. Thank you, Rollins. He thinks, before he empties his gun towards the guys shooting up the room. It’s almost impossible to see who’s who. He can only hope that he didn’t shoot any of his own.

Change the magazine, two seconds looking away, that’s all it took. He saw your eyes for two seconds, before a set of rounds hit his west, knocked him down. The knife wound from before makes it impossible to get back up. Did he hear a scream? Was it you? He looks around. Please, Jack, please get her out. Do your part. Don’t try to be a hero now. Don’t make her lose both of us.

Something touches his hand. Trying to grab it, before it gets dragged away. Get them out of here, Jack! Get my girls out! Another scream, you screaming his name. Pretend to be dead, Brock. Stay still, don’t move. You’re strong, you can make this. Please don’t force me to leave them. Abigail isn’t even born yet.

He stays still for something that feels like an eternity. Trying to think, to keep his head occupied, so he doesn’t pass out. Slows his breathing down. Hoping for the best. “I hope she get’s your eyes”. “I was thinking, maybe Isabella, after your mom”. God how he loves you. His whole life with you, that was his plan. And now Pierce was gone, by his hand, and your life together should have started now. He closes his eyes. It doesn’t even hurt anymore.

– I always knew you were disloyal! And now I have you alone!

He can hear someone talking. The shooting stopped. No one is even moving around. Is it over? Maybe he has a chance to survive. He moves his head. One of Pierces guys stands over Dixon. Pointing his gun at him. Click, as he arms it. Brock takes a breath. You and Abigail are the only two people in his head. What kind of father will I ever be, if I can’t even save a friend, an ally? What will Abigail think of her father if he chickened out in this situation? What would you think? With his last remaining energy, Brock lifts his gun. Steadying himself, so he has a clean shot.

– He’s not alone!

BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!

5 shots fired, before the Agent goes down, Dixon looks over at him, sends him a thankful smile, and nods his head. Brock takes a breath. I love you both, YN. You and Abigail. I’m so sorry. That’s the last thing he manages to think, before everything goes pitch black…..

——————————————————–

The smell of the roasted turkey reaches your nostrils, as you rock yourself back and forth in the rocking chair and look down on the little bundle of joy feeding in your lap. You’re lucky, you feel lucky. To have Abigail and Jack in your life. After everything that has happened in your life, up until this point, you feel contempt here. Celebrating Thanksgiving with good friends, and the people you love the most. You couldn’t really ask for more. Well, maybe one more thing..

Footsteps behind you, along with a bit of the cold air from outside.

– Now, YN! If you’re sitting here, feeding the little one. Who is making that delicious food I can smell from the kitchen?

You look up at Dixon, and smile at him.

– That would be your wife, Marcus. And I can’t wait to taste her famous mashed potatoes I’ve heard so much about.

Dixon takes off his shoes, before he looks down at the little one.

– You just wait until you taste her gravy. It is the best there is.

– I’m sure it is, Marcus. But anyway you’re biast.

You say with a little laugh, as you get up from the chair, and place the baby back in the crib.

– Let’s see if your wife needs some help, setting the table. The guys will be here any second.

Dixon follows you into the kitchen, and gives his wife a hug and a kiss. You look at them. Married for all those years, and still so much in love. And you can’t help but wonder if you’ll ever get that. Marriage was never actually on your mind. You never actually thought you’d ever want to get married. After everything with your parents, David, the congregation, all of that. Marriage always felt like a prison rather than a union. But now, here, today, looking at how happy Marcus and his wife are. Maybe you do want marriage.

You take a look at the table, already set for all of you.

– I’m sorry that I couldn’t help more. How did you manage this all by yourself?

Dixons wife gives you a warm hug.

– Oh, YN. I have a husband and two kids. That will make you learn how to multitask. You just wait and see.

A soft cry sounds from the living room. You turn to go out there, when you hear Jacks voice.

– Hi little one. Did you wake up? Did you miss your uncle, Jack…. Thank God you look like your mother.

Oh, please, not that again. That joke never gets old. Dixons wife looks at you, and gestures for you to walk out to Jack.

– Yeah, yeah.. I know you guys share a name, but Jack! I’m still his dad.

You get between Jack and Brock. Look at them both.

– Hey! No fighting in front of the baby. What took you so long?

As soon as BabyJack hears your voice he cries for you, so Jack gives him back. He calms down the instant you wrap your arms around him. Carefully rocking him in your arms.

– I just needed to take care of something.

Brock says, before leaning down and giving you a soft kiss.

– On thanksgiving?

You ask, before he gives you yet another kiss.

– Yes. Is dinner ready?

– Yees..

You say, looking after Brock. Jack is standing next to you, smiling from ear to ear. You look up at him. He looks back.

– I’m not saying anything!

You tilt your head a little.

– If I had more time you would.

He laughs a little. Before he helps you bring the crib into the kitchen.

– Brock. Would you wheel in Abbi and the rest of the big kids?

Brock smiles to you.

– She’s three, YN. I’m not ready to call her big yet.

Once again he leans down, to place a kiss on your lips. Lingers close to your face for a bit.

– She thinks she is. She asked to borrow your t-shirt this morning.

You say, as you put the now sleeping baby down in his crib.

Brock wraps you in a hug.

– I’m sure it looked perfect on her, just like it does on you.

He whispers in your ear, as he lets his hands gently grab your behind.

– Oooook.. Public display of affection going on. You know you have a room upstairs for that, right?

Jack says with a small chuckle, as he brings his hands up to his face.

Brock turns around to face him with a grin, before pointing his index finger at him.

– YOU, go get yourself a girl. And let me have mine!

Then he once again, leans down to kiss you.

– Brock! Abbi.. The food is getting cold.

Brock smiles to you, rearranges his shirt, before slightly bending his knees, and turns towards the family room. You smile from what you know will happen next. The relationship Brock and Abigail have is the kind you always wanted to have with your dad. And now you finally get to watch it unfold every day.

– Ok, Abbi. Ready or not. Here I come!

Brock says, before stomping his feet to the floor. And you can hear a happy scream from the other room, and then a thump, as Abigail jumps behind the couch.

– Now, where are you, Abbi? Mommy says dinner is ready.

You can hear Abbi laughing behind the couch.

– Are you under the table?

Another laugh from behind the couch, as Brock leans down to look under the table. You laugh a bit, and shake your head. This is one of your favorite parts of the day. The before dinner routine.

– Are you behind the curtain?

Brock asks, as he lifts the curtains to look behind them.

– I’m here, Daddy!

You can hear, Abbi yell, before standing up, only the top of her head is visible from her hiding spot behind your couch.

– There you are, my little princess. I swear, one day I might not find you. Come on, want to take off and fly into the kitchen, and eat some food?

– Can we fly bumpy?

– You know it, princess..

You smile when you hear Brock making engine noises, before Abbi screams of joy, as he lifts her up. A short minute after, they enter the kitchen, and Brock does a touchdown with Abbi in her chair. Before once again giving you a kiss.

You take your places around the table. You take a good look at them all. Over the past three and a half year, you’ve all been through a lot. SHIELD fell, and everyone who worked there had to get new jobs. Thank God for Brock and Jacks military background. If not, you don’t know what you would have done. They even got Dixon a new job. Yes, you were truly blessed.

Before you start with the food, Jack clears his throat.

– Well, Rumlow gave me the honour of starting this year. So I just want to say that I’m thankful for all of you. I’m thankful for YN and Brock. That let’s me stay here. And I’m honoured that you chose to name our newest group member after me.

After Jack finishes his little speech. Everyone else follows. It’s nice, this giving thanks thing. You never had a family growing up. And you imagine this is how a family feels like.

When Dixon is finished with his talk, you hear Abbi whispering something to Brock. You can’t make out what it is. But you notice that Brock nods.

– Are you keeping secrets from mommy?

You look at Abigail. Smiling, to show her that it’s ok. She smiles back.

– I was just asking daddy if we could give you your gift now.

You look at Brock. Smiling

– A gift, huh?

He nervously rubs his thighs.

– Err.. Yeah..

You look at him some more.

– You didn’t buy that redicously expensive stroller, did you?

Brock clears his throat.

– No.. It was redicously expensive.. Err.. expensive. But it wasn’t a stroller.

Brock keeps rubbing his thighs.

– It’s just a ring, daddy. Mommy likes rings..

Jack laugh’s a bit.

– Thankfully your amazing and innocent daughter knows how to break the ice.

Brock looks up at you.

– If it helps at all.. I’m gonna say yes.

You say, smiling so wide, your chin hurts.

– Yeah.. That helps a lot.

Brock says. Taking your hand.

– YN. Amazing, YN. Will you do me the honour of marrying me?

You don’t say anything. And he just looks at you. And you can see the nervousness Welling up in his face.

– I still want to see the ring though..

Brock jumps. Letting go of your hands.

– Oh, yes… Yes, sure, of course.. The ring..

He gets it up from his pocket, and carefully places it on your finger. Before pulling you in for a kiss. Jack applauds, along with Dixon and his wife and kids.

– Now, can we please eat? I’m starving, and I seriously thought Brock would sit there, rubbing his thighs for the rest of the night. Good thing you have a trusty wing woman over there.

Jack nods his head towards Abbi. Brock looks from you to Abbi, and then back to you.

– Yeah.. She takes after her mama.

No one is waiting for you outside the door. You take a deep breath, before you look around. Your black SUV is still parked where you left it. You fish up the spare key. When you get in the car, you take a deep breath again. Try to calm down. You grip the wheel with both hands. Do you remember your part down to the teeth? Another breath, before you caress your stomach.

– He’ll be OK, right, Abigail? We’ll all be OK?

You start the car, and drive off into the City. Rumlow said to stay in populated areas. That way it would be safer. Alexander would want to keep this as quiet as possible, so in populated areas you’d just be arrested. No guns would go off. Hopefully.

Well inside the most populated area of New York, you find out that Rumlow was right. It doesn’t take long before you’re surrounded. You do exactly as they told you. Shut off the engine, and put both your hands out the window.

Agent after Agent exits the cars surrounding you. Is it really necessary to have this many people bringing you in? Or maybe this is just some sort of scare tactic from Pierces side?

Thankfully they don’t hurt you. They just escort you into another SUV. Dixon is driving it, another Agent next to him, and two more agents in the back with you.

As soon as you drive off, Dixon pushes some buttons on the dash.

– We’re safe! YN! These are my people. You remember your part?

Dixon asks, looking at you in the mirror. You nod.

– Good! Wait for my sign!

You nod again. Then there is quiet, until you reach the SHIELD garage. Before you drive inside, Dixon turns to you.

– Cameras, YN! Make it look real!

– I will!

You start your acting even before the car comes to a stop. Kicking and screaming. When they drag you out of the car, your foot hits one of the Agents in his jaw. He grabs you, and holds you tight, as he does Dixon slips a key to the handcuffs in your hand.

On the way up to Pierces office you act as you’ve given up. Better to pretend. That way he won’t expect much. Don’t threaten him.. Don’t.

Inside Pierces office you instantly try to get to Rumlow, but Dixon holds you in place.

– Welcome, Miss YLN. Finally we’re all together again…

Alexander says, as he makes his way over to you.

– Don’t fucking touch her!

Rumlow yells. You look over at his restraints. Looks real enough, but you know he’ll easily get out of them.

– You didn’t think it’d be this easy, did you?

Alexander continues, as he takes up a knife, pointing it at your stomach. You look down at it.

– I wouldn’t do that if I were you!

Rollins’ voice. Then a click from his Glock as he points it defiantly at Pierce’s head.

With Pierces attention turned to Rollins, you get your handcuffs off, and then make your way over to Rumlow. He gets up, before you reach him. Gives you a kiss.

– You, OK? Both of you?

You nod. Before he gives you the tape, gets his gun up, and join Rollins, pointing it at Alexander. Alexander don’t seem to mind.

– You can’t shoot me, Rumlow!

He says, not even blinking.

– The FUCK I can! I don’t work for you anymore!

Rumlow spits the words out, as he takes one more step towards Pierce.

You continue with your part. Plugging your device into the SHIELD intercom system, before pressing play. Alexanders voice sounds over the entire building.

– I have a job for you! Off the record!

Pause..

– Rumlow has gone and fallen in love. I can’t afford that. That overly loyal son of a bitch, will continue to be loyal to SHIELD. This girl will not get in the way.

No one inside Pierces office is moving. You have your eyes locked on Rumlow, Rollins and Pierce.

– Listen David! I’ll pay you a Great deal of money for this. So make sure you’ll be successful. I already gave you an ally on the inside. Rumlow made a mistake placing her in his department.

Pause.. Still no movement.

– Listen, Dixon. That David guy fucking went and got himself killed. I should’ve never let him and Thomas plan this without me. Guess I underestimated Rumlows love for this girl. I adjust. I’ll make her an agent. Let’s see how long she lasts.

Pause… You can see the anger in Rumlows face.

– I’ll put Rollins on close combat with her. He’s rough. She probably won’t even last a day. Maybe he’ll even kill her.

Pause.. Alexanders voice is sounding all over the building. By now every single employee knows about his plan, and how he uses his Agents for his own agenda.

– Fucking Rollins have gone soft. Let’s put Rumlow on knifes with her. I read his closed file. This’ll destroy them. He’ll either kill her, or leave her. The first one will be the best. Keep an eye on them. Rapport back to me!

Pause again. No one moves. This suspence is killing you.

– She’s a fucking bitch, that YN! I promise you, she’ll be the death of me. If I don’t do anything about this, she’ll bring all of SHIELD down. Find some paperwork for Rumlow to do, when we do the water training tomorrow. I’ll make sure she’ll be long gone, before he reach her.

– What are you going to do?

Dixons voice. He sounds on edge. No surprise. Pierce just involved him in a plan to kill you.

– Weigh down her gear belt. She’ll go straight to the bottom. There’s no way she’ll get back up. She’ll drown before Rumlow is done with the paperwork.

Then there is quiet, as the tape comes to an end. You unplug your stuff, and put it back in your clothes.

Pierce clears his throat.

– You just did the thing I’d hoped you’d do. Did you really think I brought you up here without knowing you had a plan?

– Did you really think we’d be here without a plan?

Rumlow asks, and as soon as he’s finished. All the other agents in the room, joins him and Rollins in pointing their guns at Pierce.

– I knew you had a plan, Lt. In fact I was counting on it!

Then everything happens so fast, you’re not entirely sure what actually happens when. Four Agents Comes down from the air ducts. Rumlow puts a bullet in Pierces forehead. Killing him.

Even before Pierce hits the floor, one of the agents from the air duct grabs Rumlow from behind, and stabs him, right between the front and back of his bulletproofed west. You manage to make your way over to him, before the windows shatters, and the office gets filled with smoke, before the bullets starts to fly. Rollins grabs you, and gets you down on the floor. You desperately look for Rumlow. The room is so filled with smoke, you almost can’t see anything.

You get a short gimps of Rumlow before two bullets hits his west, and he goes down. You scream, but it’s impossible to hear anything from all the shooting. You feel arms around you, as you try to make your way over to Rumlow. You manage to grab Rumlows hand, before the arms around you drags you away.

– BROOOOCK!!

You scream in desperation. Furiously trying to get away from whoever grabbed you.

The person manages to drag you out in the hall. Shuts the door behind him. You turn ready to tell the person to go fuck themselves. You need to get to Brock! You open your mouth to scream, but you close it again, when you look straight into Rollins’ eyes. He gently grabs your shoulders.

– He told me to get you out, if it went down like this! He told me to save you and Abigail.

– No, no…

You say, trying to make it back inside. Rollins stops you.

– You want them to kill you too? THIS is what he told me to do.

You once again try to make your way back inside. Screaming Brocks name with all the energy you have left. But Rollins holds you in a grip, that makes it impossible for you to move.

– Think about her, YN! Think about Abigail…

You fall together inside Rollins grip. Crying and shaking. He holds you close.

– We can’t live without him, Jack! I can’t…

– I’ll be here for you both, YN! Every step of the way. He told me to. I promised him that…