Hi there! This is my very first fan fiction. This is also the first time I have shared my writing publicly. I appreciate any feedback you would like to leave regarding my writing! I look at this as an opportunity to grow, learn, and entertain. I hope you enjoy what your read.
This is OOC for Randy. He is not a wrestler in this story, but he is the character in the story! I hope that makes sense, I am new at this!
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Randy pulled the Corvette in to the garage. It was almost nine, well after working hours. This was the rockiest boost yet. He had left his car on the hill, that wasn't the problem. It was gone as planned with one of the other crew picking it up. The problem was once he got in the Corvette and started her up his inside man didn't give the all clear at the right time, so the guy working the loading dock started to open the door again.
He was already committed so it was too late to look back and see what happened after, but this could come raining down. He was a middle man in this messed up carjacking so he would be the one to take the fall. To make things worse, Kira would be pissed if she knew how deep he was still in all this.
He drove through town without any trouble and now rested the car safely on the jack to raise it up and start work. Randy had two more in his crew that knew what was going on and how to keep the job from being botched. They should arrive any minute; at least they had better because one of them had his car, a '57 Chevy GT, which he'd kept in perfect condition. Randy didn't always get lucky with these high profile lifts. He stuck mostly to the main stream that way there wasn't as much attention drawn to his shop.
"Couldn't stay away?" Kira's voice about knocked Randy over as he exited the Corvette.
"Kira, what the hell are you doing here?" Randy was pissed there was no reason for her to come to the shop. He was meeting up with her later. "Get out."
"Hey to you to Sunshine," she smiled sarcastically.
"Seriously, get out." Randy raised his voice.
"What are you thinking, Randy?" Kira matched his tone.
"Don't start Kira. You've known about this since you met me, during a job actually. Now, get out before you get involved in something over your pretty little head," Randy pointed adamantly to the door.
"Don't worry about me, I'll be just fine."
Randy stopped as he heard a familiar knock at the back door. He and his two accomplices set up the knock to let each other know that they were in the clear. "Great," he mumbled under his breath. He opened the door to let the guys in. Relief settled as he saw both walk through the door. "Why are you even here?" Randy turned his attention back to Kira.
"What is she doing here?" Sketch was lanky but thought he could pull off "thug" with his sagging pants and backward ball cap. Randy chuckled at the significantly younger crew member.
"That's what I want to know," Randy brought the conversation back to his previous inquiry staring Kira down.
"Why did you punch the guy in the bar last night," she left the other topic for now.
"Why does there have to be a reason?"
:"Would you quit answering a question with a question, give me a straight answer," Kira was fuming. She didn't know why she continued to stick it out with Randy. They had been friends for five years but it didn't seem to get any easier and he obviously wasn't changing anything.
"I was having a bad night, he looked at me wrong, and so I hit him." Randy threw his arms out.
"You can't go around hitting guys all the time because of a look, you idiot. If you wanted a chance with me you have had five years, but you are too preoccupied with your stupid cars to know any better."
"Who said I was hitting the guy because of you? I had a bad day. He pushed my buttons, end of story. I am sorry if I ruined something for you, now go." Randy motioned to the exit once again.
"Fine," she headed to the door that Sketch and the 'silent partner' entered. The guys' eyes followed her checking out her frayed short shorts. "I'll show you what this pretty little head can do." She was gone.
"Kira," Randy shouted after her. He pulled the door open. Kira was climbing in to her 2011 Black Mustang. "Don't do anything stupid." It was too late, she had the door closed. "Shit," he couldn't help it. This was going to cost him. He had bigger fish to fry right now with the hot car inside. He didn't have much time to get done and make the delivery. Randy would worry about Kira's stupidity later.
"She is trouble boss, you should cut her loose," Lenny's thick New York accent spoke up when Kira was gone.
"Shut up Lenny, I'm not cutting anyone loose, now let's get this done." Lenny just shook his head knowing she was a bad idea.
Randy, Sketch and Lenny made quick work of the Corvette. The VIN was completely changed to a blank number pulled from an intricate database provided by Randy's contact for this current job. There were specific demands to be met with each heist and everything had to be exact or you were finished and no one would ever know what happened to you. He knew Kira was right, but he had a debt to pay off no thanks to his good for nothing brother who'd gone and gotten killed on a job that now had him tied up indefinitely. He didn't have time to worry about women on top of his other obligations.
Randy checked outside to make sure no one was watching then opened the garage door and gave the signal for Sketch to make the delivery. He hoped Kira was on her own stupid quest to prove herself and not about to interfere in one of his most important heists to date.
Kira wasn't about to disappoint. She was approaching her target. How hard could this be? There was no one around and people were always leaving keys in the ignition. This time the idiot had left the car running. Kira slipped through the passenger door and climbed over the center console. She hurried and put the car in drive then pulled out. She heard commotion behind her but was afraid to look.
Who was she kidding? This wasn't what she wanted to do. She was in over her head now. Randy would never let her live this down. She drove with no destination in mind, but knew she would have to show Randy that she could do what he did and still be interested in someone.
Sirens caught her off guard. She looked in the rear view mirror. "Unbelievable." Kira decided pulling over was the best bet. She would be in enough trouble as is. She willingly rolled her window down and surrendered to her fate.
The whole scene took probably fifteen minutes. Kira rode in silence to the Police Station and contemplated if she was madder at herself for trying something so stupid or at Randy for pushing her with his own ignorance. Now she would be forced to reach out to the only person who could get her out of this jam and hope she didn't have to wait with the other filth in the holding cell for too long.
Kira waited for what she was sure were hours for anyone to come get her. She'd placed her call but didn't know if it would do any good. Sometime later the bars of the cell clanked loudly and screeched with metal on metal. The detective that booked her entered.
"Kira," his voice boomed through the cell as if he had a megaphone sending chills down her spine.
Cautiously Kira stood up. "That's me."
"I don't know how you did it, but you made bail and the charges have been dropped. Get out of my jail." He jerked his head toward the exit.
Kira couldn't get out fast enough. She stumbled over legs that were draped carelessly in her way. Once free from her nightmare she gathered her possessions and walked out the discharge door. Randy stood in front of her. "Stealing a car, seriously?" He held his arms open for her. He knew jail was no place for her. Kira willingly walked in to them. He smelled like oil and cologne a surprisingly intoxicating combination; the smell of a real working man.
"Shut up and get me out of here. I need a shower." They walked in silence to the car but she knew it wouldn't last. Reaching for the handle she ended her own torture, "How is it that I steal one car and get thrown in the slammer and you make a living off of it never getting caught and run a successful mechanics shop?"
Randy gave his signature smirk.
"Don't even start. I don't like you right now." Kira was fuming.
"No but you love the guy that just saved your ass now get in the car." Kira climbed in and folded her arms across her chest, heaving with anger. Randy turned in his seat to face her, "You know something better."
"I can only imagine," her tone said enough.
"I stole this car before I came to get you." Kira let go on him and attacked him, punching and screaming with all the anger she could muster. "Ouch, calm down." He managed to grab her wrists. "At least you are out. I had to pull a lot of strings and call in some favors to get this to go away. You are lucky the guy that owned the car thought it was hilarious that you tried to steal it. He was more than willing to drop the charges."
"I guess I should say thank you. Take me to my car Randy." Kira didn't want to play any more of his games. It was exhausting.
"What is wrong with you Kira? This is my life. It has been since before you met me. I never asked you to get involved. In fact, I am pretty sure that I try to keep you as far away from it as possible."
"Yes, you're a saint. I get it. I won't get involved anymore." Kira crossed her arms.
"I have to finish this job then I'll meet you at the usual."
"Can't wait," deep down Kira wanted to meet up with Randy, but this whole night had really put a damper on her mood. They pulled up to her Mustang a few blocks away. "See you at 11." She shut the door before Randy could say anything. Randy squealed the tires and drove off, no doubt running late for the drop off. Kira had a lot of work to do before she could be seen at any club, let alone Eskape, where she and Randy met up almost every night.
Kira got to Eskape around 11:15 and hoped that Randy had been there waiting. Triston, the bouncer didn't even ask for id. "Hey Kira, Randy's in the back."
"Thanks Triston. Have a good night." She squeezed his shoulder.
"You know I will. Don't get in to trouble tonight."
"I'm not the one you need to worry about."
"Randy seems to think otherwise," he winked at her and went back to checking ID's of those standing in line.
Kira had new issues with Randy. The nerve, she thought as she scoured the club for any sign of Randy. She looked to the dancers. There in the middle of the crowd Randy was grinding on some blonde Barbie. She stopped and took a deep breath to steady herself then realized now was not the time. Instead, she shed her black leather jacket in to the booth that they always occupied. Kira looked stunning in a sexy strapless top. It was hunter green and came to a triangle with the point strategically placed at her belly button. The back on the other hand left little to the imagination. The entire shirt seemed held together with only skinny horizontal straps of fabric making it clear that there was little in the way of a good time. Randy looked over just in time to see the back of the shirt vanish. He took in the remaining ensemble of black boot cut cotton slacks and strapped stiletto heels.
Randy dropped the attention he was giving the blonde and was on the prowl for a new target. Apparently jail was a good thing for some people. Kira had never dressed that way. He couldn't take his eyes off her and noticed several other guys with the same appreciation. Randy was taken aback by the jealousy he felt.
Kira looked over and saw Randy. She simply winked, waved, and made her way with a sultry swagger to the bar to order a drink leaving her back fully exposed to those wanting a look. Randy wondered if he caught her just right if he might catch a glimpse of more. He shook his head realizing at that moment, he was in too deep and needed to slam on the brakes.
The black haired prep next to Kira placed his hand on her back and ordered a drink. Kira leaned down to better hear what he had to say then tilted her head back in a laugh. Randy stopped dead in his tracks. What the hell am I doing? He scolded himself. Find another woman. He had never drooled over Kira before now. The blonde was probably a dead end but there was still plenty of attention being thrown his way across the club. He would give her time to get this out of her system. They always ended up together in the booth by the end of the night and they would be hanging all over each other too drunk to drive.
Hours seemed to pass between the time that Kira got there and the time that she finally remembered Randy. He'd stripped his intense tribal designed shirt and was wearing only his wife beater revealing his sleeve of tattoos. Kira downed the rest of her tequila sunrise and headed to the dance floor. She began to dance with the same guy from the bar and was having a good time, his hands on her back and hips. Suddenly someone else was behind her. She let loose and enjoyed the attention not realizing it was Randy staring down the competition who didn't even blink. The dance was smooth and rhythmic. Kira hadn't had so much fun at the bar in a long time.
Kira walked away after the dance needing more alcohol though anyone looking at her would probably disagree. She ordered two shots: one of Jose and one of Jack Daniels. She downed both and then finished it with an order for Sex on the Beach. Kira almost tripped as she turned around and her heel got tangled in the bar stool, but barely managed to catch herself. Her skin was glowing from the sweat of her dancing and her dark brown and caramel highlighted hair had been pulled in to an attractive messy bun to try to cool off.
Kira decided now was a good time to head to the booth for a cigarette and a breather. She suddenly felt the 2 shots slam through her body and she could barely walk. She steadied herself on one of the chairs nearby. "Let me help you," strong hands gripped hers and helped her to the booth. It must have been Randy, but when she looked over no one was there. She took a drink and placed it on the table then pulled her smokes from her jacket pocket. She was too hot inside and decided to step out for her break. Triston nodded.
"Can I have one," he asked.
"Sure," she handed one to Triston then tried to light her own. Triston took over when he realized just how drunk she was. It was a nice evening not too hot and not too cold, but felt wonderful since she'd been doing so much dancing.
"Maybe you should lay off for a while," he was laughing at her inability to stand. Kira had actually stayed by his side and was leaning on him for lack of balance on her own.
"I'll be fine once I get done out here. I think I will sit in the booth for a while though." She laughed at her own realization of her inebriated state. Randy suddenly appeared through the door causing Kira to jump startled.
"What the hell are you doing out here?" Randy wasn't any different when drunk, and that he was. He was stammering around as much as she was.
"What does it look like?" She held up her half cigarette.
"It'll kill you," he went to stand next to her.
"Well as much as we drink your liver isn't looking too good either," she took a drag of her cigarette.
"Touché," he had now draped his arm over Kira's shoulder. "I am ready for booth drinks."
"Let's go. Triston are you coming after you get off?" Kira turned to their friend and flicked the remainder of her cigarette to the ground a few feet away.
"Don't get off until close tonight sweetie otherwise I would," he shrugged.
"Maybe next time," she pleaded with her beautiful brown eyes.
"Count on it." Staggering the whole way Randy held the door and ushered an equally unsteady Kira back in to the bar leaving Triston laughing in the alley.
"Two Captain and Cokes and another Sex on the Beach," Randy had his arm around Kira's waist ordering from the bartender.
"If I didn't know how responsible you two were, you wouldn't be getting these right now. You two are shit faced man," Tony knew them well and their habits, including his call for a cab that he would make in about an hour.
"You're the best Tony," Kira winked and earned a smile in return.
"Quit getting in to trouble. You're too pretty to go to jail." Tony had heard the story too.
"You jerk. Is there anyone you didn't tell?" She smacked Randy then headed to the booth.
"Thanks man," Randy chided Tony.
"You are the one that told, not me. You better smooth things over with the other half," Tony nodded to Kira who'd gone back to talking to the preppy kid from the beginning of the night. Randy moved quickly as he was beginning to lean closer to Kira.
"Ugh, hmm," he cleared his throat with more volume than necessary and entered the circle booth. "Here Kira," he slid the drinks to her. "Hey man, do you mind?" His arm rested on the top of the booth.
"We were kind of talking here, so," the kid went back to his conversation.
"Maybe I wasn't clear, beat it," Randy was now against Kira.
"Look man, I don't want any trouble, but I didn't see you dancing with her all night, so maybe you should get lost." Kira didn't know what to do. No one stood up to Randy like this. Luke didn't really look the type to fight either.
Randy started to get up almost faster than Kira could react but she managed to grab his shirt and pull him back to her. "Randy, don't do anything please. Tony won't let us back if you keep doing this and I won't forgive you, now sit. Luke, I think we should step outside." Kira felt Randy punch the back of the booth. Luke had started to walk to the door. "Please Randy, cool down. I don't want a repeat of last night." She got up and followed Luke. He was cute and she hoped her opportunity wasn't gone. Luckily he was right outside. "Luke, I am so sorry. He has a temper. Don't worry about him," lips interrupted her apology. Her arms immediately wrapped around his waist. He had stayed with her all night which only added to her excitement now. He pulled back.
"You need to watch yourself around that guy. He is a hot head," he lightly kissed her again. "I have been waiting all night for that."
"You could have done that sooner. I am so drunk now I may not remember it tomorrow," she chuckled slightly.
"Do you have your phone out here?" He pulled his out.
"No," she frowned.
"It's alright, what's your number?"
Kira gave it to him and he immediately programmed it in his phone and sent a text to her. "Give me a call. I would ask you to come with me, but I don't think your body guard would go for that." Again he kissed her tongues colliding in bliss. "Bye Kira."
"Bye Luke. I'll call." He walked out to his car and she re-entered the bar to find Randy.
She picked up her drink as soon as she was back to the booth and drank half her Captain and Coke. "Randy, what are you doing?"
"What?" He took his own drink.
"Forget it. It's not worth it tonight."
"What? You kissed him goodnight, it's not like anything is going to come from it."
"You would know so much about that wouldn't you?" Kira was trying not to let him get her down.
"I've been that guy. You were a chance at a one night stand."
"What makes you so different now?"
Randy grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her forcefully. "I know what I've been missing out on." She kissed him back this time. The fire in her chest exploded through her entire body. She'd wanted this for five years. His hand rested on her hip. Randy felt Kira's exposed stomach and moved to grip the back of her shirt. She pushed him back.
"You can't rip my shirt," she looked at him and his grip loosened realizing how intense their moment had become.
"Sorry." The slur and inability to function was clear to both of them. "Let's get out of here." Randy downed the rest of his drink.
"What about my Sex on the Beach?"
"We can wait until you're done if you want," he leaned closer.
Kira slid her hand under Randy's shirt and felt the chiseled eight-pack underneath. She was also felt smooth skin which turned her on even more. She allowed his kiss and wanted it more than anything. Her thoughts of the drink on the table still at the front of her mind, "I think there are a lot of really pissed off girls that you were dancing with. How many did you make out with before me?"
"One I think. A cute little blond, but she's long gone."
"Slow night for both of us," Kira decided she was ready to call it a night and chugged her entire drink. She knew it was a mistake and would hit her as soon as she stood. "Should I have Tony make the call?" Randy asked as he watched her. Kira nodded and Randy was gone. Kira started picking up their stuff from the booth. She put her jacket on and grabbed Randy's shirt. "Tony said it would be about thirty minutes."
"Okay."
"We could do a lot in thirty minutes." Randy smiled his devious grin.
Kira stood and was right. The drink it almost instantly and her legs almost buckled. "Oh, shit." Kira sat back down.
"You alright," Randy had his hand on her shoulder though in his own drunk state wasn't much consolation.
"Fine, let's just go." Kira stood slowly this time and handled the shock much better. She took each step deliberately. "I'm smoking. It's been like two hours." They made it outside with no problems, but at what seemed like a snail's pace. It must have been getting late cause Tony came out with them and he never left the bar. "What are you doing?" She was confused.
"Making sure you two alcoholics get in your cab alright," Tony leaned against the wall.
Triston was still at his station by the entrance even though no one was coming in this late. "This is the worst you two have looked in a long time."
"Thanks," Kira was feeling full of energy all of the sudden and started belting out "I Believe I can Fly" by R. Kelly. Randy shook his head watching her sweaty body move without a care in the world. He joined her and the whirled around in a mess of arms and legs and melded as one in what could only be explained as drunken chaos to any onlooker.
"Alright you two, your cab is here. You need to get out of here before you really embarrass yourselves." Tony and Triston got them moved to the car and they practically fell in the back seat. Tony recognized the driver.
"They're pretty bad this time," the cabbie recognized them from the other trips he'd made driving them home.
"I know. They are getting worse by the minute."
"Which house we going to this time?"
"Mine," Randy spoke up trying to untangle himself from Kira. They finally managed to get in to their seats though they still couldn't seem to stay separated. They were currently involved in a thumb war.
"Wow, you two are at a whole new level. Get them out of here," Tony shut the door and waved the cabbie off.
"Ha, I won again," Kira stuck her tongue out triumphantly. Randy leaned over and met her lips once again. "Why do you suppose we fight so much?"
"I don't really know. It has been so long you would think we would be used to each other by now." He couldn't keep his lips off her. He kissed her neck then reclaimed her succulent lips. His left hand took hold of her neck pulling her closer. Her hands tangled in the fabric of his wife beater. He felt the cool air on his stomach where his shirt had left him exposed.
"So what happens tonight? We go back to your place and pass out again?"
"Pretty much," he ran his thumb over her cheek and looked at her, though his vision was impaired. "You are so sexy."
"We are here." The cabbie interrupted their moment.
"What? Ah, thanks," Randy threw some money to the driver. "Keep it." He leaned over and opened the door for Kira. "After you," he laughed.
"Well thank you," a returned laugh. "You are such a gentleman." Kira exited the car and turned to extend her hand to Randy.
"This ought to be good." She pulled and they both ended up in the yard, Randy landed on top of her. "Sorry," she couldn't stop laughing. Randy kicked the door shut. The cab pulled away satisfied that he'd done his job.
"Come on, baby, the neighbors will talk." He did his best to help her up. After a few fights with gravity they won and headed up the porch of his simple ranch style home. Randy opened the door and the first thing off was his shirt. "Make yourself comfortable I will get some stuff." He was barely understandable through the alcohol.
"Okay, I'm gonna pee. Don't take too long." Kira headed to the restroom. Randy could hear her belting out "My Heart Will Go On", the Titanic theme song by Celine Dion.
"Shut up!" He yelled from his room down the hall.
"You shut up!" She yanked the door open. She hugged the walls and headed to his room. Kira watched the muscles ripple down Randy's back as he stood from the bottom shelf of the cabinet where he'd retrieved a blanket and pillow for her.
"What?" He turned and saw Kira's jaw drop.
"Five years and I have never seen your shirt off. What is wrong with me?" Randy had closed the distance between them.
"Here you go," the pillow and blanket were obstructing her view and she didn't like it. Keeping her control, Kira took them and walked toward the living room in silence. Randy followed with a devious grin planted on his perfect face. "So you like it do ya?" Randy yelled behind her.
"Randy, we have been friends for 5 years. Just because you are smokin hot and I've always had a thing for you doesn't mean we should change things now. You've had chances." Her constant attention on his chiseled abs and amazing chest contradicted everything she was saying.
"Sure," he pushed himself off the wall he'd been leaning on and moved awkwardly toward Kira, still very drunk. "But what if there is more we are missing out on." He was still able to deliver that sultry mischievous sideways grin she'd come to know so well.
"I thought you said that you knew what everyone else was missing out on."
"Come on Kira," his breath hot on her face. Kira couldn't resist, she gently placed her hands on his firm chest. His muscles twitched at her touch, she smiled coyly. Her fingers traced every inch of his chest and stomach like a feather, smooth on his skin. She had never wanted this more.
Randy then saw the hooks running down the side of Kira's tops to reveal the way that it was being held together. He ran his own fingers over each one, goose bumps forming on her skin. He couldn't help but look down at her heaving chest. It was then that she saw the perkiness of her breasts through the shirt, her nipples hard and aroused. He gently slid his hands on the sides of her neck and lowered his lips and grazed hers. Their eyes closed. Kira's hands looped through Randy's belt loops. Buzz, buzz. Randy ignored his phone and moved his hands grazing the top of her exposed breasts. Buzz, buzz.
"You might as well get it," Kira was glad she had leaned against the couch. She moved her hands to the couch next to her.
Randy angrily removed his phone from the holster on his hip. "What?" He walked down the hall out of ear shot.
Kira started to get set up in the living room. She opened the sheet and laid it out on the futon. It was harder than she thought it would be. She was sure he was about to be called away to another job, which would leave her at the house alone. It was probably for the best, but Randy was in no state to be driving, let alone stolen property. She'd hoped he was smart enough to send Sketch or Lenny for this one.
"I have to go." Randy was now dressed in a sexy sleeveless black shirt with a sleeveless, zippered, hoodie over it. She had never been so turned on by anything she had seen him in. He was even in black combat boots. He looked very dark, and extremely dangerous.
"But you are drunk."
"I'll be fine." She didn't know how his speech had cleared up so much in the last few minutes, but it was like he hadn't even been drinking.
"Can't Sketch or Lenny…"
"Forget about it Kira!" He wasn't happy about whatever he was walking in to. Kira decided to drop it.
"Just be careful, I would like you back in one piece. I may or may not be here when you get back."
"You know you are welcome here as long as you need it." He kissed her lightly. "For what it's worth, I am really sorry."
"For what it's worth," Kira began unhooking her straps slowly revealing her silk flesh. "I'm sorry too."
"Damn!" His hand slid through the opening without hesitation and within seconds she was covered by his body on the futon making out as if they would never see each other again. "I have to go, baby." He pushed himself up to his knees straddling her hips.
"I know." Randy unhooked the last three straps like unhooking a bra and moved the fabric out of his way. "Don't go," was all Kira could manage. She took his right hand and placed it on her succulent breast then pulled him to her for yet another chance to make out before she knew he would leave. His mouth massaged hers with gentle and passionate expertise. He finally pulled back.
"I really have to go." He actually got off the futon. "I will get back as soon as I can. You can take the bed if you want. I can crash out here so I don't wake you up."
"Please, once I pass out nothing is going to wake me up. Randy, don't get caught. I don't want to lose you. You are my best friend."
"Relax Kira. I know what I am doing."
"And what if they set you up?"
"I am paying off a debt. They don't have any reason to turn on me." He kissed her goodbye. "Get some sleep." His motorcycle pulled away.
Kira walked topless through the house enjoying the peace and quiet after such a hectic night. She decided since she was stuck there she might as well find something comfortable to wear to sleep in. All she needed was a top. She had worn black lace boy shorts. She stripped her pants off and got out of her shoes. Randy's room smelled just like him. There would be no doubt that a mechanic lived in that house. She couldn't get enough of it.
Kira opened the closet and walked in. It wasn't a huge walk-in but it was nice enough. She found his tee shirts and took one from the hanger. It was an old college shirt that he'd had for who knows how long. She held it to her nose and inhaled Randy's musk. She slid the shirt over her naked torso. Kira climbed on top of the King size bed. It was soft and she felt like it was swallowing her. She got settled under the covers and within seconds fell asleep.
