A/N 07/03/2025(Double Chapter upload so 12 and 13
Corrie woke just after sunrise. Usually he'd get dressed and leave without a word but this morning he just laid there in bed, looking at her. He watched as the mornings lightly slowly washed over her. After they had made up on the beach, they'd come back to her place and spent the rest of the day together. Things had been sorted out for the most part. He hadn't told her that he loved her. He knew it wouldn't do either of them any good. For now he just said he wasn't ready for things to end. He wasn't but he also wasn't ready to admit he had fallen in love with her. He'd barely admitted it to himself.
After the lasted fight they'd had, telling her anything right now, would just confuse her. Who knows maybe he was confused. Maybe he just missed her more than usually. Yeah, maybe this feeling was just him missing her. Yet from the deep ache in his chest he knew that wasn't true. He got angry with himself. He knew how he wanted to feel. How he should feel! He had never want this...never wanted to fall in love with anyone. He'd made a choice and thought he'd taken enough precautions.
However from the very start, everything with Gwyne had been off. After Ronnie had died, he'd been a wreck and had broken his rules. He'd let his walls down and allowed her to cross too many lines. He couldn't completely blame her. He'd done things he knew he shouldn't, justified actions and, made so many excuses.
Now he needed to make a decision once and for all. Was he in or out? He could no longer keep doing this. He either had to leave and never see her again or...or... He sat up and let out a heavy sigh running his fingers through his hair, there was no or! His feelings changed nothing! He threw his legs over the bed and hung his head. For a moment he just sat there then ran a hand over his mouth and stood up. He got dressed knowing he should do it sooner rather then later...so when. After he fixed her motorcycle? When she got her license? Yeah, it would be his parting gift...his parting gift.
He let out a heavy sigh, thinking he'd take her on one last ride then let her go. She'd find someone then or she wouldn't. After that it wouldn't be his business anymore. His chest twinged as he looked back at her. She looked so peaceful laying there. He looked her over once more then noticed the bite mark on her shoulder. It looked more defined then when he first saw it. Perhaps it had become a scar. Just how badly had this married guy bitten her.
He found himself annoyed. He'd also noticed other things, bruises, marks and cuts. He'd seen them it all before…they'd gotten into it a few times over the years. He knew she liked it rough and could get really rough sometimes but this guy seemed to be on another level. It was boarding on abuse. He could tell she was wearing makeup. He'd find it on his clothes or finger tips after he touched her. He wanted to address it but he didn't.
He knew Gwyne would completely shut down on him if he ever pointed things out too much. He believed, hoped she'd tell him if anyone was hurting her but he couldn't be sure she actually would. Sometimes she was really stubborn and wanted to handle everything on her own. He got used to not bringing it up, not pushing her. Just like with the drugs and sex. It was ultimately her body and her choice. He couldn't...didn't want to make her do anything she didn't want to. All he could do was ask that she be safe and hope she'd listen or at least consider things.
Maybe he'd make sure that was over as well before he walked away. Again, he knew it wasn't his place to say shit about who she dated but this asshole needed to go! He went to the bathroom then washed his hands. As he did he looked around at all the soaps, shampoos and creams. He thought of the health food in the fridge and just knew it was all this guys doing. He was messing with her head.
He could tell she lost weight and was wearing a corset all the time now. This shit with her hair was also a big red flag. He didn't mind if she wanted to cut it but she had always said she loved her long hair and wanted to grow it out forever. This guy was defiantly affecting her! If he left her now, he might send her right into his arms. If she got with anyone let it not be this asshole!
Yeah, he nodded to himself having made his decision. He'd get her bike fixed, see that she got her license and make sure she dumped that married asshole, then it would be over. He went to the door but paused with his hand on the handle. He took another long look at her as she slept. He told himself he wasn't making more excuses. He just wanted to do this right...especially if it was the end.
He quietly slipped outside, locking the door behind him. He jogged down the steps then went to his truck. The early morning air was crisp. It had to be his favorite part of the day. He took a deep breath then checked on her bike. He'd already loaded it yesterday but wanted to make sure it was still secure. He thought he'd take it to a garage, switch out the tires, maybe check on a few other things then grab some breakfast before he went in for his shift, later this afternoon. Maybe if there was time he'd swing back around and drop it off as a late birthday present. Even though he had a rule about not celebrating, he figured it only seemed right given he'd crashed on her couch and had some of her birthday cake.
Admittedly, he also didn't fell like going back to his place right now. He worried he might run into Bea. She apologized to him the next time he was at work. He told her it was no problem and just wanted to forget it but things had been 'awkward' ever since. He was more aware of her then ever, and noticed she was always staring at him during work and would find some excuse to talk to him, be it asking a question or joining a conversation he was in. He was polite but starting to rejoice every time the alarm went off and he had to head out.
When he wasn't at work she was always calling the house. He no longer picked up and just told his roommates to take a message. The messages were usually her asking for a ride to work or if he'd help her fix her car. She even showed up at the house one night while they were playing cards. His roommates were no help, they thought she was sweet and let her join the game. They kept teasing him, pointing out she was good looking and interested in him.
He didn't let it get to him. He'd made his choice the other night. He was already mixed up enough with Gwyne that he honestly didn't have the head space for anyone else right now. Especially given they worked together. He had rules.
He really regretted taking her for that drink. He knew he had probably confused her, saying he didn't date then letting her blow him in the alley. He didn't know what he was thinking. He was trying to cheer her up but he'd let things get out of hand. He should have just dropped her off. There was nothing he could do about it now, except make things crystal clear.
She kept trying to touch him, and talk to him, during the card game but he shut it down. He didn't talk to her, nor look directly at her. He set hard boundaries but she kept pushing. She kept trying to flirt with him and suggested they could play strip poker in his room. The guys egged him on but he ignored it. After a few hands, he excused himself, saying he was turning in early. His roommates roared in protest but he ignored them going up to his room.
He was hoping she'd just leave then, if not he could still use the alone time to think things over. He turned on some music and nearly drifted off to sleep, when he heard her tapping on his door. She asked to come in so they could talk or play. He didn't respond. He acted like he hadn't heard her over the music. She tried his door knob a few times and he was glad he'd locked it.
He didn't like being rude but he needed her to understand, nothing else was going to happen between them. He didn't want any contact with her beyond work. Yet she couldn't seem to take a hint and kept pursuing him. He didn't want to confront her but was beginning to think he might have to.
At this point, he was practically living out of his truck. He just didn't want to cause any more problems. He knew she was already going through a lot right now and didn't want to hurt her anymore, then he already had. He also didn't want people to get the wrong idea at work. He just kept hoping given enough time and distance she'd move on.
He let out a heavy sigh as he got into his truck. He sat there for a good minute or two then drop away from Gwyne's place. It didn't take him long to get to the garage he rented out. It was fully stocked with everything he needed. He mostly just worked on his truck and motorcycle. Sometimes, he'd help out family or a friend who was having engine troubles. It had been a while since he worked in the garage, not since he'd given Gwyne her motorcycle. He didn't expect it to need repairs so soon.
He unloaded the bike from the back of his truck and got the tires off. He took a moment to examine them, hoping he could figure out what had slashed them. It was probably a knife or something. He quickly found a cut and saw it was small but deep. Strangely he found another cut and realized each tire had been cut more then once. Usually when someone slashes your tires, it was a quick in and out, at least he'd think. Yet he counted three cuts on one tire and five on the other. He wasn't an expert on this sort of thing but more then once seemed like overkill.
He rubbed his jaw then set them aside. He found some paper and a pencil, then jotted down what he'd need to pick up. There was a tire store just down the street and it shouldn't take him long to pick them out and install them. He checked the time and realized he still had a bit before the store opened. He figured he'd look over the bike and see if there was any other damage. Right away he notice some lines had been cut. After another minute or so, he could see some parts were dented or missing. He started going over the entire bike with a fine tooth comb. This was more then just slashed tires. He furrowed his eyebrows realizing someone had sabotaged the bike no… wrecked it.
Some of this he just couldn't fix. The bike hadn't been in the best shape when he got it but he'd fixed it up. He knew these parts inside and out, they were solid but someone had totaled them. He ran his hand over his mouth yet again thinking he might be able to salvage a few parts here or there and the frame but this...this wasn't just some random vandal. This much damage took time and effort... tools people just didn't walk around with. This wasn't normal!
He didn't want to jump to any conclusions. Maybe this guy was just on a rampage. Yeah, it was possible but it was also possible that this might be personal too. He'd made some connections in his life of work and knew some people he could maybe get in touch with. He'd ask if they had any reports of vandalism in Gwyne's neighborhood. He wanted to find out if other people had been hit or if it was just Gwyne. Either way, this wasn't good. He thought about telling her but didn't want to get her worked up. Still he took pictures and went through everything a second time to make sure he didn't miss anything. He completely forgot about breakfast and was almost late to his shift. He had just enough time to get home, shower and change.
On his way out, Mitch caught him and let him know he had several messages from Bea. She had also stop by the house a few times, looking for him. He thanked him and said he was heading in for his shift and would catch up with her then. This really was becoming a serious problem... one he might not be able to ignore anymore.
He got in his truck and drove to the station. As he was getting some gear out of the back of his truck Bea appeared out of nowhere. She gave him a half smile and waved at him. He nodded to her and made his way into the station. She quickly followed after him and grabbed onto his arm. "Corrie, uh, could we talk?"
"Sure later, I got to clock in," he said trying to be polite but felt his body stiffen at her touch.
She must have felt it too and let go, "It will only take a second."
He turned to her and nodded, "Okay, what's up?"
She blushed then said, "I...I just feel like things are still off between us. I really am sorry about the other night, things really did go too far. That was totally on me," she said playing with her hair. "I didn't mean to upset you. I have just been under so much stress moving here and with this new job
and now my abusive ex finding me."
"Yeah," he said tightening his jaw. He felt bad for her but knew he had to set clear boundaries. "As I said no worries. It was just a simple misunderstanding." For a moment her expression changed and he swore he saw a flicker of anger cross her face before she gave him another half smile.
When she spoke her voice was soft and sweet "Are you sure everything is okay? Because you- I feel like you haven't been around much since that night. I wasn't sure if maybe you were...avoiding me? Maybe."
She drew in close to him a bit too close for his comfort. He pulled back slightly but still tried to remain friendly, "Nah I'm not avoiding you. I've just been busy. You can ask anyone I've always got something going on outside of work. Be it repairing an engine or rebuilding a school."
"Oh yeah I heard about the school. That is so sweet!"
"Thanks but I didn't do it alone."
"I know but I bet it was your idea."
"I'm not actually sure who's idea it was, a bunch of us just heard about it and knew we could help."
"You're always so helpful." She said again drawing close,"You know if you'd let me I could be helpful too." She reached out and tried to put a hand on his chest but he turned as he heard a phone ring.
"Oh, the phone,"
"Yeah so," she said giving him a look.
"Shouldn't you get that?"
"It can wait." she said smiling up at him.
"Uh, it's a firehouse, might be important." he said. "I got to clock in anyways. Don't want to be late."
He didn't give her a second to respond, he just rushed off to the locker room. He put his stuff away, got on his jump suit then clocked in. The phone was still ringing when he came out of the locker room. Bea was leaned up against a support pillar staring at him. He didn't know if she was trying to flirt or what? She had a sucker in her mouth and began slowly pressing it against her cheek. He pretended he didn't notice but Samson did.
"Oooh you dog you go for it!"
"No!" he snapped angrily.
"Wow." Samson said pulling back. He put up his hands. "Hey! Hey! I'm just messing."
"Whatever," said Corrie agitated. He started walking to the garage.
"Looking forward to spending the day together?" asked Samson. He threw Corrie a big grin then went on. "I know I am!"
"What? You're on day's!" said Corrie as Sampson put his arm around his shoulder, jokingly.
"Got moved to swing, think captain is annoyed with me."
"You don't say." said Corrie shaking his head.
Bea and a full shift with Samson, could today get any worse. The alarm sounded and they got their first call out. Corrie quickly geared up, then hopped on the engine with the rest of the crew. They headed to the scene and quickly found out it was a misunderstanding between neighbors. They had both made assumptions and got into a petty dispute that broke into a full on fight.
A lot of times as firefighters they also had to be peacekeepers. Often times, they were first to arrive on scene and while it would be nice to wait for the police to arrive, sometimes they had to step in and break up a fight before anyone got seriously hurt. He and Samson had to get between the two neighbors. They managed to separate them but not before Samson got an elbow to the ear.
Once the police arrived and the mess was cleared up, they got a report of a gas leak. They got back in the truck and went to check it out. They could smell gas right away. They got in touch with the gas company and did their best to secure the area until the proper authorities arrived. Everything took about an hour. When they got back to the station he jumped straight into maintenance. Samson assisted and talked his ear off but for once Corrie didn't mind. Because of the elbow he took to the ear he talked louder then usual. When Bea tried to casually join their conversation Samson kept talking over her. She got so frustrated she walked off.
They got another call after less than an hour. It wasn't an emergency just a cat stuck in a tree. Some people mocked them for handling such things. It was often a common trope in movies and TV shows, when talking about firemen but people had no idea how dangerous it could be. Some trees were massive. They could also be weak and their branched could easily break under enough weight. Some people were just bad at climbing. Getting a cat out of a tree seemed simple but sometimes it was easy to end up in the hospital or even six feet under. Corrie would take pulling a cat out of a tree any day of the week, rather then being the first one on scene to a broken neck.
They got the cat down and a few kites while they were at it. There must have been a half a dozen up there. Afterwards they stuck around for a while, talking to people and showing the firetruck to some kids. An ice cream truck rolled up and the crew pitched in to buy the neighborhood kids ice cream. This had to be one of the best parts of his job. He always loved putting a smile on someones face.
When they got back to the station he changed out of his gear and went on to his next task, checking supplies and keeping the truck stocked. They'd handed out quite a few stickers and plastic fireman hats to the kids. He got those refilled then realized Bea hadn't been bothering him. He looked at time. Her shift should be over soon, maybe she'd gone home early, one could hope. However a moment later, he heard her loudly laughing and saw she was in the corner of the station with the captain and someone else. When Captain Slaunch spotted him, he quickly called him over.
"Ah there he is now!" said Captain Slaunch. "Corrie come over here for a sec, there is someone I'd like you to meet!"
"Yeah?" said Corrie," He walked over and got a closer look at who the Captain and Bea were with. Normally he didn't focus on people all that much but there was just something about this guy that made Corrie give him a closer look. The guy looked... strange, there was something off about his face. He had his hair slicked back and was wearing round sunglasses that were completely blacked out, so you couldn't see his eyes. He was in a dress shirt with high-waisted slacks and had a jacket swung over his shoulder
"Corrie Shep, this is Marcus Arcur,"
"Ah, at last we meet," said Marcus.
He stepped up to Corrie and reached out his hand. Corrie took it and shook it. The guy had a strong handshake, a bit too strong. He also had this smile that slowly went up on one side. More of a smirk than a grin. Corrie didn't know why but he suddenly felt tense. There was just something about this guy that put him on edge.
He did his best to mask his uneasiness and asked, "Sorry, do I know you?"
Marcus let out a hearty chuckled as he let go of Corries hand. "No but I've heard so much about you it's as if I already know you."
"It seems you saved one of Mr. Arcur's friends and he's just become one of our top donors," said Captain Slaunch.
"Please call me Marcus," said Marcus
"Oh well that's awesome, Marcus!" said Corrie digging his hands into his pockets. "We really appreciate that, every bit helps."
"Or course, of course" said Marcus. "You all do so much I was just hoping to give something back and show my appreciation."
"Well we always, appreciate donations," said Captain Slaunch and they all sort of laughed.
This...This right here was the only part of the job Corrie disliked. Schmoozing. He had no ambitions to climb the social ladder nor perform for anyone. The government paid for a lot of things but each firehouse had a budget and relied on donations to cover unforeseen expenses, from everyday essentials to valuable resources. Most the time they'd have community fundraisers but from time to time they'd get some big donors that wanted to be wined and dined.
Usually they just wanted a private tour of the fire station or a ride on the truck. However sometimes they wanted to see them put out fires or even join in. Corrie had trained long and hard to do this job and knew how dangerous it was. Even a seasoned fireman could still get hurt even killed and these rich asshole came in like this was some sort of entertainment. It put everyone at risk and that really pissed him off.
"Mr. Arcur- I mean Marcus, sorry, was hoping to have a few words with you." said Captain Slaunch
"Sure, I could give you a tour, if you'd like." said Corrie.
"I already did that." said Bea. She looked at Marcus and smiled. Her face was a bit flushed but Marcus didn't turn away from Corrie. Even though he was wearing sunglasses Corrie could still feel his eyes on him and got this eerie feeling in his gut. He pushed it down and did his best to remain professional.
"Maybe you can show him the engine." suggested Captain Slaunch.
"Sure if you have time."
"Of course, please," said Marcus, nodding.
Captain Slaunch and Bea hung back as Corrie took Marcus over to the fire engine. He walked Marcus around it pointing out various features, then opened it up showing him inside. Marcus put his hands in his pockets and made no attempt to climb in or even look at at anything. He just seemed focused on Corrie. The hairs on the back of his neck were starting to stand up. As a firefighter he'd learn to trust his gut over the years and it was telling him, something was seriously wrong with this guy. He decided to trust it and be very cautious going forward.
After he finished showing Marcus everything, he scratched his head then said, "Well that was the fire engine."
"Mmmm," said Marcus.
The two just stood there for a good minute or two in silence before Corrie asked, "Well, what did you want to talk about?"
Marcus got a big smile on his face then wiped his mouth and said, "Well my friend, the one you saved, speaks very highly of you. I thought it was about time we met."
"Really, who is you friend?" asked Corrie.
Marcus turned on his heels and looked all around the garage suddenly interested in everything. "I rather enjoyed my tour of the fire house. Bea was it, seems very friendly. She is rather nice, beautiful."
"Oh yeah," said Corrie, noting he hadn't told him who the friend was. He found that rather suspicious.
"Yes any man would be quite lucky to have such a woman." Corrie didn't respond. Marcus went on "Do you give rides?
"Rides?" asked Corrie.
"On the fire truck." said Marcus.
"Yeah," said Corrie. "From time to time when things are slow."
"What about ride-alongs? Anyway I could see you in action?"
"You'd have to talk to our captain," said Corrie.
Marcus didn't say anything for a moment. He seemed to study Corrie before he said "Tell me, why do you do it?"
"Firefighting?"
"Yes, I find it fascinating that you would put your life on the line for complete strangers."
"Well I don't really think of it like that, people need help and I can help."
"Really, must be nice helping."
"It can be."
"Have you ever consider other lines of work?"
"Not really," he said
"No uh, what I mean sorry, is other lines of fire work. Do you know of fire watches?"
"Yeah," he said.
"Have you ever manned one?"asked Marcus.
"Yes," said Corrie. He didn't elaborate to Marcus but he always liked to keep up to date on his training when he could. He'd taken a few summer courses on fire watching over the years. He'd also taken courses on forest fires and had been in a few dozen by now. He was on a list should they ever need extra assistance. He wondered why Marcus was so interested in it.
"Well, what did you think of it? I know the isolation isn't for everyone."
"I didn't mind it." said Corrie. He'd liked the views and found it rather peaceful. If he hadn't been a firefighter, he might have considered being a forest ranger.
"Yes, good good," said Marcus clasping his hands. Corrie finally picked up on an accent. It was subtle but Corrie realized he was a foreigner. He couldn't tell where from but noted it as Marcus went on "Well I have an associate who is looking for someone to head up a team. There is this remote forest in the mountains with great views for miles. Some very lovely houses have been built up there with plans for more but the fire watch stations are all out of date. They need a good man to bring them up to speed. Someone to repair and upgrade the stations and coordinate a team of fire watchers. I heard you rebuilt a school recently. Yes. You would do well for this position."
Corrie didn't answer right away. This guy sure knew a lot about him. He didn't like it. He rubbed his jaw then said "It wasn't just me. A lot of people built it."
"Humble too, this is quite wonderful. You seem very capable and have much experience. I really think you would enjoy this position. Did I mention it pays handsomely."
Corrie clenched his jaw. He couldn't help but feel he was being baited somehow. To what end he didn't know but his uncle used to say if something sounded too good to be true then it was. He really didn't trust this guy at all. Still he played along hoping to gather some information. "Just where is this located?"
"Sesher, beyond the bay. near Mt. Krugra."
"Sesher, " Corrie repeated, rubbing his jaw again. He had head of it. Mt. Krugra was suppose to be a dormant volcano. It was far from here more then a day and a half or so's drive. He had enjoyed his fire watch training and liked the peace and quiet. At times it had felt like he had the whole world to himself. A job like this would be a lot of work but he wouldn't mind doing something like that...one day but not now and definitely not from this guy "Maybe when I'm older."
"Oh." Marcus said clearly let down. "Of course you probably have 'attachments,' friends, family, a lover perhaps? It would be a lot to leave them behind but I assure you the pay and work would be worth it. And just think of the fires!"
Marcus sounded a bit too excited and Corrie wondered if he wasn't a firebug. Sometimes they could get those types around the station. People who liked fire, to the point where they started them. Perhaps that was what Corrie was picking up on with this guy but no….he couldn't quite pinpoint it but there was something else about him.
"They're no joke." said Corrie sternly. "I've been in a few forest fires, unless someone knows what they're doing they shouldn't be out there!"
"Of course, I couldn't agree more. Captain Slaunch mentioned your experience. Another reason I thought you might be good for this kind of work."
"Yeah. Well, thank you but I'm good right where I am. If you want I can ask around, maybe talk to the captain. I'm sure he'd have a list of men, if not, then a few contacts that might."
"Yes but I am not looking for just anyone. I only want the best!"
"I am by no means the best."
"Not according to my friend."said Marcus with a sly smirk.
"Yes, your friend, who is?" asked Corrie giving him a stern look.
He couldn't help but feel Marcus was toying with him. Yes! He was toying with him but again to what end? Corrie's agitation grew as he furrowed his brow. He and Marcus were now facing each other less then a foot apart. He watched Marcus study him for a moment. He seemed to drop his 'friendly act' and the two stared each other down. They instinctively sized one another up and Corrie could feel his muscles tense as there was this sudden tension in the air.
He got this strong urge to- to what? Fight him? He didn't quite understand it, this sudden aggression but his body was on high alert and ready to go at a moment's notices. He could feel the adrenaline pulsing through his veins. He also couldn't help but notice Marcus seemed just as tense. Did they know each other from somewhere?
Nearly a full minute passed as the two men glared at one another. Some primal memory coursing through them, driving them to the brink of violence! Suddenly Samson bit into an apple rather loudly and both men turned to look at him. He'd been instinctively watching the two for a few minutes now as if he knew there was going to be trouble. He took another bite of his apple as he got this strange feeling. He glared at Marcus taking him in. Like Corrie there was something he immediately disliked about this man. He moved to stand just behind Corrie suddenly defensive.
"And just who the fuck are you?" asked Samson clearly agitated.
"Marcus, Marcus Arcur. A top donor to this fire house," said Marcus. There was an air of superiority in his voice as if his donation afforded him some instant level of respect.
"So!" said Samson, not at all impressed nor more importantly intimidated. Unlike Corrie he didn't hide his emotions well. "You got a problem here or what?"
"No. No problem." said Marcus taking a step back. He was suddenly all smiles again. He flicked out a business card like he was preforming a magic trick and attempted to hand it to Corrie, "Consider my offer and call me when you change your mind.
Corrie scoffed noticing he'd said 'when' and not 'if' as if it were only a matter of time before he took him up on his offer. Corrie made no attempt to take the card, nor did he respond. Marcus just stood there clearly annoyed by Corrie lack of engagement. Samson took another bite of his apple then said, "Take a hint buddy, back off!"
Yet again Corrie didn't mind Samson's presence and realized he might actually be growing on him. The two men just stood there as Marcus grew impatient. He pulled his card back but said, "Right well the captain has my card. It really is quite the opportunity. You shouldn't pass it up so easily. Now if you'll excuse me, I have another appointment I must attend to but it was nice meeting you, Corrie Shep."
"Right," said Corrie finally responding. His tone was cold.
Marcus turned and left through the open garage door. Samson took another bite of his apple then said, "Fuck that guy. What was his deal?"
"I don't know," said Corrie as they watched Marcus getting into a sports car.
Corrie thought he'd seen the car before, but wasn't sure where. Marcus revved the engine before pulling out of the parking lot. Corrie stood there for a moment, thinking about it, but as the alarm went off, he quickly pushed the man and his car to the back of his mind.
He slapped Samson on the back and said, "Come on, let's go!"
"Right," said Samson perking up. He quickly tossed his half-eaten apple in the trash before they rushed to gear up.
He found himself agitated. Things had not gone as he'd planned. Over the years he had found there was only so much one could learn from background checks references and observation. Sometimes you needed 'hands on' experience for the higher profile targets. He always liked to size them up in person when he could. There was a lot he could surmise that most missed, it was why he'd survived as long as he had and made the big bucks these days.
He had wanted to look the cuck in the eyes and see him up close the way Gwyne saw him. He was shorter and fatter then he expected. He also had several noticeable scars. From the information he'd gathered, the cuck's 'good deeds' and medical report, it was a wondered this idiot was still alive. The cuck clearly took unnecessary risks. He could see it was what he and Gwyne both had in common.
They both liked to put themselves in dangerous situations. They were probably addicted to adrenaline, of course, which didn't make for a good match. You always needed someone who was sane in a relationship. At the rate they were going they were both going to wind up dead sooner rather than later.
After seeing them along the river, he made a rather large donation to the fire department. Then he made arrangements to tour the cuck's fire station the next day. He made sure to wait until the cuck was out on a call, then introduced himself to the woman at the front desk. Oh she was a piece of work! He made sure to give her a charming smile but not too charming. He'd done his homework on everyone at the station. While at a first glance she appeared to be a normal, respectable, young woman, she was not who she claim to be.
No it would seem she had taken her cousin, Bea Vandler's identity. The squeaky clean history had no doubt landed her the job at the fire house. In real life her name was Rhea Levirk. She was in fact a psycho, from her various arrests and repeated stays in mental institutions. She had been charged multiple times for assault and stalking. Apparently her last boyfriend had befallen an 'accident' with a baseball bat. He was currently in a coma and she was the prime suspect, given she had broken his restraining order. multiple times. She'd managed to be warned, if not arrested eleven times for violating it.
Women were truly a different breed. If any man had violated a restraining order, even once, he would have been locked up. Of course Bea seemed to have a knack for performing and kept getting the charges dropped, if not lessened. However things didn't look good for her. She wasn't going to be able to talk her way out, no, not this time. Not only was there a witness but video evidence as well. Arrest warrants had been issued and she must have realized how dire her situation was, thus the reason she'd stolen her young cousin's identity and was now on the run.
Currently she had her sighs set on Corrie from the various reports he'd received. He'd hired several men to trail him and Gwyne and gotten some rather interesting pictures of Corrie, in a certain back alley. Good, he hoped it went well for him. Perhaps he wouldn't have to do anything to him and could just step back and watch Bea do her thing.
He chatted her up at the fire house for a minute or two before the captain came out to greet him. He might be problematic, but seemed to fall over himself, when he realize how much money Marcus had donated to the station. Of course the captain, would be pocketing some of that. Had been for years from a quick look at his financials. Embezzlement was nasty business especially given his daughter was now a police officer.
She didn't seem to have a clue what her father was up to from her records. She seemed to be a very law abiding citizen, receiving some of the highest marks in her class. Because of this, he might not be able to exploit the captain so easily, should the need arise. He might have to explore other avenues. For the most part the rest of the station seemed rather clean, a few infractions here or there some affairs, but nothing unexpected in a normal high stress work environment. He also did a full work up of everyone the cuck shared a house with. He got a cackle as he wondered how funny it would be if a house owned and rented by firefighters suddenly burnt down. Or perhaps even the fire station itself. How bad would that look. It put a smile on his face as they gave him a tour and he noted several possible demolition points.
The captain wanted to know why he had donated so much money. He gave him some sob story about a dear friend, Corrie had saved and how he just wanted to meet the fireman who had made such an impacted on his world. Of course, Corrie was out right now so they continued to entertain him. It always amazed him the effect money had on people. The captain got a call and it was clear he didn't want to take it but excused himself.
He was left alone with Bea who continued to give him the tour. She kept smiling at him and he wondered if he should have put on an older disguise. He'd gone for blonde hair, shades and nice clothes, someone rich and foreign. He was foreign but could speak the local language perfectly, his life depended on it. However for his disguise he made several mistakes not just with his use or words but body language as well. He noticed people often made accommodations for foreigners and easily explained any strange behavior away. If he needed to look at something a bit longer, take some hidden shots with his hidden camera attachment they would think nothing of it.
Bea kept smiling at him and even flirted a little but he shut it down and brought their conversation to Corrie. He saw a picture of him hanging on their 'wall of hero's' and asked if Bea and he were a couple. She didn't deny it but he could also see she hadn't quite locked him in. He told her he thought they complemented each other well and it must be wonderful to work with someone you loved. Oh that got quite the rise out of her and she lit up.
He layered it on giving her some encouragement. He talked about how it must have been hard to get close to him, given his family's history. She perked up at that. She knew of their passing but didn't know all the details. Of course he was more then happy to fill her in. Not only had he read about it in newspaper articles he had copies of both their coroner's report. He could tell she was eating up the details, no doubt saving it to use later.
The captain came out during the end of the tour and they made small talk until the 'HERO' finally entered. They were introduced and he got to finally size him up in person. His handshake was weak, he was sort, fat and with all those scars, ugly. His dick had to be decent. It had to be the only thing she saw in him. Because from where he was looking there was nothing special about him. In fact now that he got up close to him, he disliked him even more. He felt himself tense with agitation and just wanted to blow his brains out.
Of course now wasn't the time, one day perhaps but for now he was simply gathering information. He smiled at the "hero cuck" like a grinning idiot and couldn't help but bring up his 'friend.' He of course meant Gwyne but didn't elaborate. He wondered what if anything the cuck knew about him. He had told Gwyne not to say anything but given the bitch couldn't keep her legs shut, he didn't doubt the same went for her mouth. He wondered what she had said about him. How she had described him. Had she told him as much information as she had about the cuck. He wished there was a way to get the information with out giving away his identity.
Part of him wanted the cuck to find out. He wanted to rub it in his face that she was his little fuck pet. That he had her wrapped around his cock so good that he could make the dumb bitch do anything literally...anything or anyone at this point. He almost wanted to anonymously drop off some of the footage he got of them rough fucking...let him see the 'real' Gwyne and not the fucking mask she wore.
The 'real' Gwyne would no doubt repulse the "hero cuck" or better yet he might try and 'save' her. Oh he'd love to see him try, knowing there wasn't a thing he could do. No she was his now to do with as he pleased and nothing could change that. He got an erection just thinking about how he wanted to reveal her true nature. He was thinking another gang bang. Or maybe have her stung up on a billboard or let him find her in some back alley, out by the dumpsters with a line of men waiting for their turn.
Better yet some seedy sex club. Yeah a really grimy hole in the wall. Have her getting beat and blasted by the worst kinds of meat, vile loathsome cocks and her just gagging for it and fucking everything in sight, begging for more. Maybe set her up with some ancient fucker and let her ride him into heart failure and what fire engine should arrive first on scene to save the day. Why the "hero cuck's!" Oh it would be delicious! Just thinking about it put a shit eating grin on his face the entire time Corrie showed him the fire truck.
He didn't say a word just calculated and planned. Eventually he mentioned 'a job.' It was somewhat legit but honestly just a way to get him away from Gwyne. For a few months, maybe longer, long enough to completely break her to his whims. If he decided to keep her, he also didn't need anyone reporting her missing. The cuck and the tramp friend had to go. He didn't want her to have anywhere to run. She also still had a ways to go in her training. She still questioned him and protested too much. He liked a good fight but she needed to be put in her place. She needed to understand he was her master and she was nothing more then his play thing, his subservient slut.
She was still holding out on him and pretending to be something special but not for long. He had made plans, within plans. Tonight was going to be an especially thrilling night. He knew just where he wanted to go and what he wanted to do to her. Before he'd even stepped foot in the station, he'd called her up and told her to be ready for him to pick her up. Yes after this he was going to take her out on the town and paint it red.
The cuck surprisingly turned his job offer down. He realized he'd gotten distracted and hadn't sold it hard enough or perhaps he had sold it too hard. Either way, the fucker had declined him. He didn't like people telling him no. The two got into it a little bit. Again he mentioned his 'friend' and the cuck wanted to know who he meant. They ended up staring each other down.
It was weird he'd almost lost control. He suddenly felt very tense glaring at him. He felt something deep inside him begin to stir and got an urge to fight him right then and there. The cuck seemed just as raring to go and they might have gone off on each other, if some idiot, with an apple, hadn't distracted them.
He had report on him as well Dion Samson. He'd just barely made the cut in training. He could lift weight like no other but his speed and overall, attentiveness came into question. The captain had written him up more then once, of course it could be because he was pursuing his daughter. On paper he'd just read like another moron but in person he was loathsome. He had no tact and spoke out of turn. He disrespected him even though he was a top donor. to him with disregard even after knowing he was a top donor. If he wanted to he could make waves, get his ass canned. Tell the captain he'd insulted him and would not be donating any more money, furthermore he'd tell all his rich friends not to as well. Clearly he didn't know who he was messing with. Yet given his familiarity with the cuck, he might have other uses for him.
He noticed the time and decided to make his exit, less things go further south. The tide had had turned quickly which was unusual for him. Usually his charm and sophistication won people over easily enough but these two ass wipes seem to be an exception. Part of him wondered why they seem to instantly dislike him. He felt the same way about them but to be fair, he felt that way about most people. There were few in this world...fuck existence he didn't dislike.
It was rare for him to honestly make a real connection with anyone. So far it had just been his wife and children, thought Gwyne was quickly redefining his definition of what it meant to be connected to another person. He wavered from demanding her utter destruction to consuming her every being with affection.
He offered out his card and suggested the cuck should call him when he changed his mind about the job offer. He was certain in time, especially with what he was going to do to Gwyne he'd come around. The cuck would no doubt take the job as an escape route. He'd keep him out there until he was finally ready to dispose of him. He knew without a doubt he would. Before he might have just messed with him but now he wanted this one to die! Do it too quick though and it could mess up his planning, no he might as well get the most use out of him before he destroyed him...perhaps he'd make love to Gwyne over his rotting corpse.
The cuck made him feel like a fool holding out his card. He made no attempt to take it and it annoyed him. This slight would not go overlooked. Perhaps he wouldn't kill the cuck right away. Yes, he'd make him watch as he took Gwyne and made her into his masterpiece. Yes string them up together in the same room and give the "hero cuck" a front row seat to her downfall. Let him slowly starve to death in a metal cage. His eyes glistened under his sunglasses and he smiled knowing he was going to destroy them both.
Samson said something and again he took note of him. He was definitely on his radar now and his end would be just as gruesome. He rescinded his card but still gave the cuck an avenue of contact before he excused himself. He could feel their eyes on him as he left the station. Once in his car, he revered the engine in the parking lot, wanting them to take notice of his car. He knew It was something their worthlessness asses could never afford. He pulled out of the parking lot and sped off still agitated. He tore off his wig and prostheses and nearly shattered his sunglasses as he put them away. For some reason they really pissed him off. He didn't quite understand it.
Usually nothings like them wouldn't get under his skin, but he felt this deep, unbridled rage, boiling with him. He glanced at himself in the mirror knowing he was becoming unhinged. He quickly regained control of himself. Fuck them they were worthless pieces of shit! They weren't worth the bullets...weren't worth his time, yeah, yeah.
"Yeah!" he pumped himself up as he felt adrenaline still coursing through his veins.
Whatever happened back there, it didn't matter. Right now he was in control! They were simply pieces on his board. He'd get rid of them in time but for now he'd take his fury out on Gwyne. He didn't plan to hold back tonight and didn't want her to either. He checked the various hidden compartments, about his car, and found something special, in a small glass vile.
He smiled at himself in the rear view mirror then pulled out his cock. He let it stretch and get some fresh air. He was glad he'd strapped it down now given his 'excitement.' All things said and done he'd found things rather enjoyable up until the end. He loved gathering information and planning. He'd gotten a lot of good pictures and made some connections he might be able to use to his advantage. He had a lot of options now and time. He pulled up to Gwyne's apartment building and he was calm once more, focused and ready to do some damage.
He honked his horn and she came out at once. She practically glided down the stairs. She was in some slutty outfit, showing her under boob with a short shirt and an even shorter skirt with fish nets and boots. Before getting into his car she put on her mask like a good girl. She was practically vibrating as she slid onto his leather seat. She went to kiss him but he immediately grabbed her by the back of her neck. He flipped the bottom of her mask up then dropped her mouth down on his cock. She seemed taken aback by his eagerness but quickly pushed him down her throat and started sucking. He looked at himself in the cars rear view mirror yet again and smiled. He wondered what her 'hero cuck' would think of this and couldn't wait for the day he found out. Until then he was going to have some fun. He pushed her head down nearly choking her out as he hit the gas and sped off into the night and oh what a night this was going to be. |
