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Chapt 10- Secret Valentine

" Your attitude is not helping us" Purvis said in a sing song voice

It has been two days since George had come with any new of Alvin and the escape plan. Sweat drenched his body, the cuts and bruises on his body burned like fire. His heart felt weak, it couldn't hold up like it did a decade ago. He gritted his teeth and kept his mouth shut. He felt a throbbing sensation his head. He felt like he was in hell. But John stayed strong, he had to if he ever wanted to see Billie again. If there was one thing John Dillinger would never do was to never to give in and never let go.

Purvis motioned the guard to strike him again; the guards had given up on the blade because it had no effect to him. They started to wear steel knuckles finding it more effective. John squeezed his eyes shut, his hands were shook with rage. The guard swung their fist at him. He howled when the steel clashed his jaw. He turned the other cheek and spit out blood on the ground. He wanted to die. He couldn't remember what the warmth of the sun felt like; he couldn't remember the warm touch of a woman. It was shocking how torture could mess with you head even when it had only been forty eight hours.

"Dillinger, I am warning you. If one more train gets robbed it'll be on you. Those people who you call your friends are not coming for you."

John said nothing and looked into his eyes with agony.

Melvin stepped back, it was strange that even with John chained up he was still afraid. It was by the look of his eyes that made him flinch.

"Just tell me where Alvin and his gang are, and we'll let you go"

John cocked his head and looked directly at Melvin "No" he spat

"Fucking hell! John! Just tell me or so help me God I will kill you" Melvin was exhausted with this interrogation and he ready to get it over with.

"So you think this is worse than death?"

"You're putting this on yourself"

"Do it, I dare you" John replied in an emotionless voice.

Melvin's hand trembled as he cocked the gun and pointed it directly at John's forehead. John didn't even flinch, his knuckles were clenched and his eyes were fixed on his eyes. He was completely emotionless and calm. Melvin felt his sweaty palms nearly pressing the trigger.

Then there was a knock on the door. "Sir, we have a problem"

Melvin let out a heavy breath and felt a tiny square of relief rise on his shoulders. He continued to fix his eyes on John while he saw a small smile form on his lips. He opened the door but was shocked to find Alvin standing face to face in front of him.

"Hi, happy to see me?"

Alvin shot the guard that had to ask to open the door while Howie pummeled Melvin to the floor beating him. Some of the other guys barged in and untied John.

"Hey John how are you? They didn't hurt you too bad did the?"

"You're late" John replied annoyed.

"For once just be thankful"

John said nothing as the guys helped him up. John hobbled while holding on to one of the guys. Howie caught up later with blood in his hands. They carried him into the car. A few cops were already rushing out, pointing their guns at it. "Go, go, go!" Alvin shouted. Richie stepped on the pedal and sped through the streets. Bullets flew, but they were too late. The black Ford car had disappeared into the streets in a matter of seconds. In the car Howie stared at John and his bruises, and ventured to say something.

"Hey John, that was some move you pulled back at Ray's and I wanna say thanks" Howie said gratefully.

"It's nothing" and that was it, he didn't want to talk right now.

On the ride back, John said nothing. His hands were cold, his body shook but he had only one person in mind.

The car sped past toward the house and into another alley. "You guys moved again?" he finally asked to break up the awkward silence. He had to admit that he missed talking to Alvin.

"The cops are getting suspicious"

"I see, Did Georgie get to you?"

"Yeah, he told me everything. I'm really sorry for the delay" Alvin said. It was genuine, hearing those words from Alvin's lips was probably once in a lifetime thing. Alvin was a robber and a businessman; usually all the things these kind of people said were lies.

Alvin threw a towel and canteen filled with water at John. "Don't you wanna clean up for your girl?"

John smirked; he sipped the water and spit it out the window getting rid of the blood. He splashed the water onto his face and then wiped it away. He felt the cool icy water penetrate his rough skin. It hurt and refreshed him at the same time.

Once they were back at the new house, John immediately went looking for Billie.

"Billie" he shouted

He dragged his feet across the floor ignoring the shooting pain from his sides.

Then he saw her, just doing laundry. She was folding clothes and sighing. John stopped abruptly and leaned on the doorway mesmerized by her beauty. He just stopped and watched her preform a simple task, but somehow when she doing it, it was like seeing something new. She was thin, but not like those stick models. She had delicate curves that complimented her body. Her legs were long, and soft. But her face was what captured him the most. The intricate features that no other woman had inherited. Those warm hazel eyes and her bow shaped mouth that were designed by the cupid himself. He knew the minute he layed eyes on her, he could never love another. He had fallen so hard for her. When she had looked up, she dropped the laundry in her hands. Tears rolled down her eyes, her hands trembled.

"Johnny?"

"I'm back doll"

She ran toward him with John in open arms. Instead she took her hand and slapped him. "You lied; you told me you were never going to leave me that we going to face things together!"

"That was not the reaction I was looking for" he muttered

"You have no idea how it was for me!" she punched his chest, which honestly only felt like feathers attempting to hit him. But John didn't tell her considering how angry she was now. He reached down and took a hold of her fists, kissing each hand and then opening her hand kissing each palm. She flushed bright red and felt his whispery breath on her hand and smelled his rich scent. His aroma was unique; it was both intoxicating and masculine. He crushed her against him and forced his lips against hers. She melted like chocolate in his arms; she loved him too much to stay angry for long.

"I'm sorry, I did what I thought was best to save you."

"It wasn't the best, but what you did had saved us" she admitted

When she pulled back she looked at her boyfriend. He was filled with bruises and scars. She put her hand over her mouth and shook her head "What did they do you?" she whispered

"Nothing I couldn't handle" he said half jokingly

"You should go take a shower; I'll get you new fresh clothes"

"You mean take a shower with you?" he asked slyly

She couldn't help but laugh "No, by yourself"

He sighed and stole a few kisses and caresses with her when she walked up the stairs causing her to turn bright red when a few guys walked passed her. There were more guys in the house than usually, considering that Alvin had been recruiting for his next robbery.

"Stop Johnny, they're looking"

"I' don't care, you're my girl. They're just jealous" he replied in a childlike manner

"You shower, and I'll have you stitched up afterwards"

He let her go hastily and made his way up to the bathroom. He stripped down his clothes and looked in the mirror.

"Shit" he thought, He looked like he had been living on the streets.

His usually combed black hair was all over the place, he had been growing stubble and there cuts all over. He could've been Frankenstein's brother.

He groaned when he felt the hot water pouring down his body. The water was soothing and aggressive. It wrestled with the cuts on his body. When he dried off he found new clothes on piled on a small stool. There was a letter perched on the top too. It read

"My Darling,

These are the clothes Maxine had made for you. She hopes that they fit you well considering that you haven't visited her in a while.

Love. Billie"

Maxine was one of John's oldest friends. He had been the one who supported her when she decided to make clothes. It wasn't that Maxine wasn't reliable, her heads were always in the clouds and she never stuck to one career. That was until she hit jackpot with her intricate and delicate clothing which were both comfortable and fashionable. Her clothes now could only be purchased by wealthy. Maxine had told John that he never had purchase any of her clothes even when he insisted. Over the years she had sent him many pieces of clothing. The strange thing was, Maxine was attractive. Men turned their heads when she walked by, but she wasn't his type. Maxine had accepted this a long time ago when she said sadly "I can't be be with a man who could never love me the same way that I love him" Those were her exact words, and she was right because his heart was with Billie all along.

John smiled and fingered the clothing. "Soft" he said to himself. He first took out a shaver and carefully cut the tiny hair on his chin, he liked it better when he was clean shaven. He had also suspected that Billie liked it better as well, she kissed him more when he didn't have a stubble.

He dressed quickly, finding that the clothes fit like a glove. He walked out with Billie waiting downstairs to patch up his wounds. She sat him down and pulled out his arm, dabbing it with alchol and slowly sticking the needle into this skin. The cut was wide but thankfully it wasn't too deep that he had to be admitted to a hospital.

"Who taught you how to stitch?"

"George"

"Why? Isn't he family doctor in this house?"

"He can't be here all the time; he's a busy guy so I decide I would help out"

"I see, most of women are afraid at the sight of blood"

"I'm not most women"

"I'm glad that you're not" he winked at her causing her to laugh.

"I'm surprised you didn't lose any of your pearlys even being struck with a steel knuckle". she traced his jaw with the her finger

John closed eyes, lost in her touch "I'm a lucky guy".

"I'm glad your back" She leaned her head on his, their foreheads touched for a second until she pulled back.

He smiled at the sight of her, just being around her made him a happier person. She was the sun in his life.

"Let me just say that you're doing a wonderful job and you're a much hotter doctor than George" he teased

Billie giggled and shook her head.

After the bandaged his arm and chest, she took a tweezers and removed the bullet from his knee. He cringed in pain while she took it out. "Ouch" he muttered

"Sorry, you're a lucky guy. Got shot, beaten and yet you're still talking and walking".

"He shot it right above the knee cap, it's a simple trick. It doesn't paralyze you but it hurts like hell, what can i say? God's on my side".

After she wrapped his leg with bandage she kissed it, "I think you used all the ointment and bandages" she joked

"So?" He pulled her close to him, yearning for the closeness and tenderness of her body. As he would have it, they kissed passionately while John slowly carried her up to his room. She wrapped herself around him attacking his lips with such desire. He layed her down with her legs still crossed around his hips. They wanted each other, they needed each other.

All the while Howie stood outside watching with a heartbroken face. She didn't know that he loved her, she didn't know that in those three days consoling her when she thought she had lost John were the best days of his life.

He watched as Billie stroked John's face, while he kissed her open palm gently. It was just the way she looked at him that made Howie envy John. How he wished that she would look at him the same way she looked at John. But Howie knew that all she wanted was John. He slowly closed the door as they made love. He felt something inside of him it was like a dark cloud that shrouded over his heart. And even though he had respected John he also hated him.

He had everything, the brains, the looks, and he got the girl. The one thing that mattered to him. But Howie was persistent and sick with jealousy. He didn't mean to fall for her, he tried to hard to say away. But how could he? She was kind, sweet and beautiful. Eventually he felt his heart beat like a rabbit when she was around. She was supposed to be with him, he wouldn't break promises. He would take her away from all of this. John wasn't right for her, he was. Howie stared at wall and then walked downstairs, he made a promise to himself. He knew when tried hard to get what he wanted, he usually did. This was a fight he wasn't going to lose, even if it meant murdering John Dillinger.

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