Chapter 4

Countless hours were spent making love to her husband as Jemma was taken to the moon over and over again. She loved his body, his strength. Everything about Mark turned her on. Around 11 o'clock, Mark was finally spent physically and mentally as he fell asleep with her tight in his arms. Jemma waited until she heard his steady breathing, tired from the countless times they had sex that night, but she couldn't back out of her meeting.

Slowly and carefully extracting herself from his arms, not waking him, Jemma slipped on a pair of black jeans with a long black shirt that hugged her every curve. She grabbed her holster, clipping it around her waist and then pulled her black steel toed boots, pulling her hair up in a high ponytail. When she looked in the mirror, Jemma saw someone completely different and nodded her approval, walking over to the window.

Mark had forgotten to set the alarms so she wouldn't have a problem climbing out of it. She opened it and slid on the tree outside, holding on and closed the window silently shut, hopping down. Landing on her feet like a cat, Jemma looked around before making her departure. When she was far enough away from the ranch, she whipped out her cell phone and dialed her boss's number.

"Hello Jemma." David answered after the fourth ring, sounding mildly annoyed. "Since you're calling, I'm going to assume this isn't a 'how are you doing' chat."

"David, we need to talk NOW about this entire situation. It's urgent." Jemma stated, driving in her car and had her earpiece in so she could use both hands and concentrate on the road. "Something's come up that might become a problem if we don't fix it." Her voice held a sense of urgency mixed with anger. "Where are you? Where do you want to meet at?"

David sighed heavily, the sounds of paper rustling before a moment's silence followed. "The normal spot, Jemma. I'll be there in less than an hour." His tone was flat, though he was wondering what the hell the problem was. "Calm down and get there. It's nothing that can't be solved." He hung up.

"No, you calm down, dickhead." She muttered after hanging up and drove to the spot.

Jemma pulled into the parking lot that was secluded, staring up at the shack of a hotel that was abandoned and sighed heavily, raking a hand through her hair. How she ever managed to get herself in this situation was BEYOND comprehension. Taking a deep breath, Jemma walked up the stairs to the room, already having a key and waited for him to arrive.

David arrived 47 minutes later, parking his own car and heading upstairs. He let himself in the room and closed the door, sparing Jemma a quick glance, dropping down on the bed. Legs stretched out before him, brown eyes fastened on her.

"What's the problem, Jemma?" He asked, sounding mildly aggravated.

"He wants kids now. He wants me to pop out kids for him, David." Jemma immediately said, standing up from the chair she'd been occupying and started pacing back and forth in front of him. "I'm NOT having his fucking kids! This is NOT a permanent thing! When are you going to get your head out of your ass and just do whatever it is you're going to do to him so I can get on with my life? Another question, when am I getting paid for this shit? I've been his wife for a year now, David. That's 365 days of saying 'I love you' to a man that thinks I'm truly in love with him. How long is this going to go on?"

David sighed, rolling his eyes heavenward. "Jem, cut with the dramatics, baby." He ordered frankly, reaching inside his leather coat and pulled out a crumpled envelope, tossing it at the foot of the bed. "Dissuade him, tell him you can't have kids. Tell him HE can't have kids. I don't care, but keep the man happy. That's what you're there for, sweetness."

Jemma glared at him, crossing her arms in front of her chest and sighed as she took a deep breath to calm down. He was right. This was her job and she was going to do it regardless. "You said this wasn't permanent, David. I don't want to be tied down to this man anymore. If you don't end this quick then I might just have to end it for you." She threatened, meaning what she said, teal eyes narrowed to slits at the man she had to refer to as boss.

"Oh really now?" David's brown eyes gleamed dangerously and he slowly slid off the bed, rising to his full height. "And just how will you be doing that, babe?"

"I'll tell Mark, David. I'll tell him everything that's been going on." Jemma did not back down, not intimidated by him in the slightest. She'd been through worse in her life as she glared back at this man. "You either tell me what's really going on and when this ends for good or else I'm leaving. I'm not being tied down for the rest of my life just to babysit your rival like a common slave!" She hissed angrily, eyes remaining narrowed.

"Go ahead and tell Mark, Jemma." David challenged, smiling warmly though there was no real warmth in it. "How well do you REALLY know him? Do you know about his temper yet hmmm? I can see from the look in your eyes you do. What do you think he'd do if he found out you've been lying to him all this time? Think he'd walk away?"

"That is why I would leave him a note explaining every single fucking thing and I'd be LONG gone. You obviously don't know me as well as you THINK you do, David." She stated, not fazed in the slightest by what he just said. Sure, Mark had a temper on him, but she had an even bigger one. Hers was way more dangerous too, especially when Jemma packed heat. "You've got 3 seconds to tell me what the fuck is REALLY going on or else I'm leaving and writing that note to him." She wasn't joking around anymore.

David smirked, more amused by Jemma's little declaration than anything else. "Your lovely sister-in-law is what this is all about, Jemma." He said finally, humoring her, needing her to keep Mark happy for just a little longer.

"Corence? What does this have to do with Mark's sister?" Jemma demanded, raising an eyebrow at her boss. "What's going on, David?" Teal eyes studied him hard, trying to figure out what was going through his mind.

David ignored Jemma for a moment, walking over to gaze out of the window, hands clasped behind his back. "I want her." He professed simply. "Your dear husband doesn't exactly like me, now does he? What better way to distract him from his sister's personal life then by giving him one of his own?" He made it sound so simple, too simple, and it made Jemma sick to her stomach.

"Christ…" Jemma muttered under her breath and started pacing back and forth, chewing on her thumbnail. "I know Mark isn't fond of you. He's already warned me about you and what you're capable of, which was boring as hell to listen to let me tell you." She sighed heavily, finally stopping to face him. "When are you planning to…take her?" Jemma already knew he would kidnap Corence because the woman wouldn't go 500 feet near him without her big strapping brother.

David turned around, waving a finger in front of her with that grin back in place. "Now really Jemma, that part isn't any of your business. You asked for a reason concerning your little marriage and you have it. Any other pertinent questions?"

"Fuck you, David!" She hissed dangerously, pulling out her gun and aimed it at him. Her eyes iced over, no emotion whatsoever in them and clicked the trigger back. "I want OUT of this marriage! I'm NOT going to stay it again. You either tell me when you're planning to do this so I can help you or I'm going to end up turning the tables and telling Mark and his precious baby sister you want so much about your little plan. Do you UNDERSTAND ME?!" She shouted, voice booming through the room and pushed on the trigger a little, squeezing it.

She killed once and wasn't afraid to do it again. Jemma was a crazy bitch, but also smart about her moves and what she did. David's cold brown eyes narrowed perilously when this bitch had the nerve to pull a gun on him.

"Shoot me Jemma and it's over for you, sweetness." He said flatly. "If you think for a second you could shoot me and walk out of here without repercussions, you're dead wrong." He had back up plans of his own. Jemma was a loose cannon, something he admired. Though it left little room for trust. "Now, lower that damn thing and we'll talk." He'd pulled out his own favorite weapon of choice a while ago, which was a throwing dagger.

"I'm not lowering it until you tell me what the fuck is going on, David." She snarled back emphatically and glared at him through slit eyes. "You told me within a year this ordeal would be finished and it's been a year. He wants children, I'm not popping him kids, fuck that shit! You either tell me what's going on or I swear to you on my own life I will shoot your ass. I've done it before to my previous bosses who couldn't be honest and straight with me." She dodged the knife when it flew at her with ease, laughing evilly and brushed her hair back from her face, never lowering the gun.

"You already know what I'm planning, you said it earlier. Now, when I'm planning on doing it is up in the air yet." David finally said, trying not to let the fact she'd dodged his dagger bother him. "How it all goes down has to be thought through. There's no room for mistakes, got me?"

Now this was more like it. Jemma lowered her gun, putting it back in her holster. "What do you want me to do? Do you want me to drug her for you or something? Or make it look like I was knocked out when you finally take her?" She asked too many questions and Jemma knew it, but they had to formulate a plan in order for this to work. "Tell me what's going through your mind, David. I want this over with as much as you do so we have to work together in order to achieve both of our goals."

"Mark still makes his monthly trips out with his friend Steve to fish now, doesn't he?" David already knew he did. After all, that used to be David's place in Mark's life. "Have her over on that weekend."

"At Mark's place?" When David nodded, Jemma sighed heavily, knowing she had no choice. She'd really grown to like Corence, but pushed that thought firmly aside. "Fine, I'll ask Mark when it will be and then call you to let you know about it. Just don't do anything to me. I'll just disappear and tell Mark I was down in the basement when I was knocked out or something." She couldn't believe she was part of something like this, but then again it paid well. "After you get her I'm gone, got me?"

David nodded, rubbing his hands together, an evil expression on his handsome face. "Got you, Jemma." He said, chuckling darkly. "Now, was there anything else you wanted to discuss?" He looked pointedly at the silver Rolex that was on his left wrist. "I hope your husband is a light sleeper, my dear."

"Trust me, I wore his ass out before I left." Jemma grinned seductively, knowing damn well Mark would sleep throughout the night. "No, I don't need to discuss anything else…Oh-you owe me money for birth control pills, asshole. I'm taking them until I can get out of this marriage once and for all." She informed him coolly.

David nodded at the envelope on the foot of the bed. "That should cover all your needs." He said, using the same tone of voice she was.

"Good." She snatched it off the bed and opened it up, nodding in approval. "Then we're in agreement. You have 2 weeks to make this happen, David, after I call you. That's my deadline. You don't do it, then you're fucked and I mean that in the NICEST way."

Not giving a chance to respond, Jemma walked out of the hotel room, slamming the door behind her with authority and disappeared into the night back to her car. David smirked, returning to the window and watched her pull out of the lot. He shook his head, cracking his knuckles dangerously, the sound echoing around the empty room. Procuring the other throwing dagger, David ran the blade over the palm of his hand and clenched his fist as blood slowly seeped between his fingers.

"Oh really." He murmured thoughtfully, a dark demonic chuckle escaping his lips.

His thoughts turned to his beautiful auburn red haired angel, not believing he was so close to claiming her as his own. He'd been watching her intently for the past year, sending her his special gifts, loving her reactions to them. David had to admit, some were sick and twisted, but that's the type of man he was and wasn't ashamed to admit it.

He wanted his red haired angel to know the REAL him instead of some fake shell of a man he was when he was friends with her brother. David snarled at the thought of Mark and narrowed his brown eyes to slits. Nobody would keep him from her and anyone who did…he chuckled darkly once more. The blade hit the moonlight that streamed through the window, hitting it just right, reflecting in his dangerous cold brown eyes and David licked his lips hungrily. They would die if they got in his way and that was a vow he'd keep.

Jemma ditched the car in the woods since it didn't belong to Mark and she'd stolen it. She smirked, watching it sink to the bottom of the swamp and then went back to the ranch. Slipping in the window, Jemma smiled at the sight of Mark sleeping peacefully, his loud snores echoing off the walls. She slipped out of her clothes, putting them in the hamper and slid her gun in her hiding spot along with her cell phone, making sure to turn it off. Smiling when Mark pulled her into his strong arms, Jemma snuggled against him as sleep quickly claimed her body.

David had 2 weeks after she made the call to inform him about Mark's plans with Steve and, if he didn't deliver, she was spilling everything and disappearing.