A/N: I cannot BELIEVE I found this story! Thank goodness for USB sticks! Enjoy :)
Tony Gordon wasn't a murderer.
A shrewd business man, a stark competitor, and a man known to play dirty to get what he wanted, yes.
But a man who would so callously order the death of another man? No; that was not Tony Gordon…at least it wasn't until tonight…the night of his stag party.
Ever since he watched the video on that Webster brat's phone of Carla and her brother-in-law kissing passionately, he knew had to dispose of Liam Connor. At first, ever the businessman, he foolishly believed the best way to get rid of him was to simply frighten him off; to flex his cunning muscles and superior mind to one-up the young Manchester native. So he had booked an impromptu weekend getaway with his fiancee, her lover, and her lover's wife.
On the drive up, he had wondered if the feelings were not just one sided on Liam's part. He knew since their first meeting that Liam's overprotective stance of the raven-haired beauty was more than simply 'looking out' for his brother's widow. He had noticed the small looks he threw her way, the little gestures, the way he had used Maria to make Carla jealous. Then there was a span of months where they barely spoke to one another; Carla was consistently on edge whenever Liam came around, and their former playful banter was now replaced with biting sarcasm. Something had gone on between them, Tony was sure of it; and by the way his fiancée was acting, it appeared that whatever it was, was over as quickly as it began.
Carla's hand had continuously stroked his leg on the drive to the swanky hotel he had booked, stirring delicious longings within him. He would see Liam's face in the rearview mirror, his blue eyes resembling that of a hurt puppy as they bore into the back of his sister-in-law's head; Tony felt a wave of satisfaction draw over him and used his free hand to smugly caress his fiancée possessively, subtly reminding Liam of just who she belonged to.
'Still,' he had thought at the time, 'even if my beautiful fiancee doesn't feel the same way, I have to ensure any possible future longings end here.' He knew he had to terrify Liam into ever thinking of touching Carla again, and he knew just how to do it.
After checking into the hotel, Tony seduced his fiancée before heading down to meet their guests. She hadn't needed much persuasion, furthering his speculations that this was all down to Liam. His fingers had run gently along the contours of her body, her hips, her breasts before slipping into her silken folds; her moans from that encounter still thundered in his ears to this very night, and he licked his lips in remembrance. She always shuddered pleasurably under his touch, and the feel of her fingers digging into his shoulders as he thrust into her made him feel as though he were the luckiest man on the planet to have found and ensnared such a goddess. But that day, his mind was elsewhere, and he was rougher than usual with her. His thrusts were more purposeful, teetering on the brink of being almost violent, or cruel. For the first time, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head; she had not complained at first, as she was simply aroused at his aggressiveness. But his grip on them became almost bruising, and combined with his violent thrusts she began to moan in pain, calling his name gently. The way she uttered his name caused his heart to still and he looked into her wide and concerned eyes, knowing something was wrong. He immediately released her wrists and sat back on his knees, pulling her into a seated position and wrapping his arms about her tightly,
"I'm so sorry," he had whispered huskily into her ear, pressing endless kisses along her forehead, "I don't know what came over me; are you hurt?"
She cupped his cheeks in her hands and lay a gentle kiss on his now trembling lips, before shaking her head.
"I'm fine," she had whispered comfortingly, before leaning her head against his shoulder, pulling her body in closer to his embrace, "are you okay?"
"I just got carried away, I'm sorry." He had apologized feeling tears sting at his eyes at the thought that he could have hurt her. "Can you ever forgive me?"
"There's nothing to forgive," she stated as she pulled back from him, kissing him passionately again before gently pushing him flat on his back on the bed. He remembered smiling lovingly at her, as she climbed on top of him, taking his length in her and rocking her hips back and forth. The feel of her was enough to push away his previous feelings of anger and jealousy, as his hands lightly caressed her hips, her stomach, her breasts. Her hot skin had been lined with a sheen of sweat, her eyes closing in ecstasy as she rolled her hips faster. He remembered sitting up and wrapping his arms around her tight body, pulling her close to him and thrusting as best he could, as she climaxed around him, softly crying out his name, and he followed suit shortly after. After basking in the afterglow for some time, they had eventually showered and went to the lobby to meet Maria and Liam.
He stared at the man he would kill tonight as he remembered that trip just over a week prior; he still felt guilt over allowing his anger to spill onto the woman he loved; he might be a man capable of murder, Tony thought as he took a sip of his drink, but he wasn't a man who would violently rape his fiancée for any reason, let alone mere jealousy. He had hoped that telling Liam the story of how he had ruined the lives of his secretary and her lover at that very hotel would have encouraged him to stop any further advances he had planned. He asked him to be his best man, simply to keep a closer eye on him and keep him preoccupied with something other than the bride.
But on the night of her dress fitting he knew; he knew Liam would persist regardless of his warnings and he knew then that Carla would fall. He knew it the moment he entered the flat, and saw the way Liam stood protectively beside her; knew the moment he kissed his fiancée that she had been kissed earlier that evening; knew by the way they both shared loving looks as they parted ways that they had just made love. Whether her feelings for Liam were real, or whether it was simply displaced feelings for her dead husband Paul, Tony was unsure. But what he was sure of, was that he could not lose the woman he loved more than himself; And that meant, her lover had to die… He made the call to Jimmy after Carla had gone to bed.
Now was the night his plan would come to fruition; he had watched as Liam moped about all day, consistently checking his phone, disappearing for various spans of time. Tony knew he was contacting his fiancee; knew he was trying to persuade her not to get married, and possibly runaway with him instead.
He sat across from Liam in the lounge, watching as the young man's demeanor became one of incredibly introverted melancholy. He had disappeared just an hour earlier for quite some time, and when he returned back to the group he was but a shell of the man he had become to know. His cockiness was gone; his lighthearted manner had been shed; he was simply broken, and Tony couldn't help but wonder what had happened to cause such a stark change.
He watched as Liam downed drink after drink, his eyes staring blankly at the ground as the others laughed and joked around. Tony had kept remarkably sober, needing to ensure he had his wits about him on this fateful evening. But as he took a sip of the drink he was nursing, his eyes boring into the depressed young man sitting before him, he smiled villainously; relishing in the idea that by the night's end, Liam Connor would cease to breath, and Carla would be all his.