Catching the bad guys may be sometimes easy and violent.
Warning: love scene at the beginning of this chapter. If you dislike, don't read.
Chapter 12
Lisa woke up the first, half-straddling John's body, his left arm around her shoulders. She lifted her head up and contemplated his relaxed sleeping face, the beginning of a candid smile on his lips, the shade of his long eyelashes, his disheveled short hair with this insolvable cowlick. She sighed and smiled, thinking how he was beautiful and vulnerable here and now. As if he felt be watched he slowly opened his eyes, exiting from sleep and he looked at her.
"Hmmm, you already awaken, my love, you are spying on me." He murmured softly, rolling on his side, taking her in his embrace and kissing her lovingly.
"Yes, I'm spying my preferred secret agent." She whispered with a soft smile.
"Oh, your preferred secret agent caught you in the act and you are now his prisoner and he is going to punish you for that." He breathed with a smile, his parted lips took hers in a burning and devastating kiss. She kissed him back, rolling him on his back, straddling him on his waist and immobilizing him with her arms and her thighs.
"I'm not your prisoner but you are mine." She laughed when he raised his brows.
"I need my workout this morning and I gonna have it." He sat on the bed and he grasped her body against his and devoured her neck with his hot lips, sliding his hand in her hair in the back of her neck he pulled her head against his and crashed his mouth on hers.
"Huumm Lisa, love you, my lady." He sighed in her mouth.
"John, John, I love you too, you know it." She exhaled closing her eyes.
He rolled them on the side and Lisa on her back. He laid on top of her and entered her in one thrust. She cried her surprise and her pleasure. He bent her left leg on her shoulder and he moved into her slowly again and again, that made her die, so much she liked his delicate softness, knowing that he could change his behavior and become harsh sometimes like he needed to spend his energy during their union. He thrust into her over and over, locking his eyes with hers and drinking her moans of pleasure. Her parted smiling lips appealed his searing kisses. That was it, he was unleashing strong and deep strokes that shook her body. He clasped her in his strong arms to immobilize her and he targeted her G spot as often than he could. When he hit it she gave up her body to his strength and she cried loudly his name feeling a hot flame burning in her stomach.
"Yes, come, my lovely lady, come with me now." He sighed, stiffening against her.
Their orgasms exploded together, he gave her his precious semen while her walls trembled around his cock. She felt his warm stream raining into her. They shouted their names, they sounded their emotions noisily and they kissed desperately. They came down from their heights a few minutes later.
"John, John." She murmured, holding him tightly in her arms as she wanted to melt her body into his.
"Yes, baby, I'm yours forever." He whispered and he understood that she was frightened of losing him.
"John, promise me to be careful. I'm always scared you don't come back to me." Suddenly, a bad feeling had raised in her mind with the fact that she couldn't imagine living without him in her life.
Every day, she waited for him to come back alive. This tortured her and it sharpened her guilt that he risked his life for her safety. She loved him even more for that but she felt selfish and responsible if something bad would happen to him.
"That's not going to happen. I promise, don't worry my love, I know how to do my job. I have to go." He kissed her with tenderness and he got off the bed to shower.
On his way, John stopped at the coffee shop to buy the Sencha green tea for Finch and two black coffees.
At 07:00 am, he climbed the stairs of the library, Finch and Shaw had just arrived too. He handed them their beverage with a smile.
"Good morning you two." He said.
"Good morning, Mr. Reese, thank you for the tea." Finch said with a serious face.
"Hey, you in great shape, workout this morning?" Shaw asked with a mischievous voice.
As usual, John sighed and ignored her banter.
"This morning we are going to corner Georg Gorbach when he arrives at the bank. Then we look after Olaf Kimsky." John announced.
"I am going to see and talk to Mr. Miller." Finch announced to his team.
"Be careful, Finch." John warned with concern.
John and Shaw drank their coffee and they exited the library to stake out in the street in front of the Bank of America.
Georg Gorbach arrived and he parked his car in the street. When he exited his car, John sank the barrel of his gun in his side and he murmured with an icy voice:
"Give me your ignition key, your phone, your gun and your briefcase, all is right if you do what I say." John commanded with a menacing tone.
The man obeyed. Shaw took the start key and she broke the phone with her heel. Then she seized the colt and the briefcase and she sat in the driver seat of the man's car. She nodded at Reese and she pulled away in the traffic. John pushed the man in the small hallway behind the bank, toward his car. He opened the trunk and he ordered the man to enter into it. He got him to sleep knocking the butt of his gun on his head and he tied and gagged him. He had a long way to ride toward Mexico to deliver the package to the Torreon penitentiary, a two-way trip in ninety hours, almost four days, without too long pauses. He started his car that he pulled away in the traffic. Once he was out of New York he dialed Shaw.
"Yeah John, the car is slowly diving in the river, I kept the briefcase as we can use it against Kimsky. Where are you?" Shaw questioned.
"I'm driving him to the hell of his life. I come back in four days. Get an eye on Kimsky but wait for me to catch him. The disappearing of Gorbach is going to make waves in the Russian hive of activity. Don't risk to work it alone. You got it?"
"Okay, Reese. Take care of you. Call us once a day." Shaw warned. She wondered where he drove, four days away...
In the evening John called Lisa to tell her that he would be absent for four days and that he loved her more than his life. During the journey he slept in motels, feeding his hostage and making him at ease to shower and to sleep in a bed. He let Gorbach at the penitentiary of Torreon, telling the authority that he was a drug trafficker and he produced proves of his crimes, showing them drug packs that Gorbach had in his possession. Then he drove back to New York, with only a halt to rest in a motel. He arrived in New York, exhausted but proud to have locked up the guy. He dialed Finch and Shaw that Gorbach was out of the loop for a long time. He came back home at midnight. Lisa opened the door and threw herself into his arms, circling her arms around his back. He shut the door and he locked it. He caressed her hair and he kissed her forehead.
"Sshh, I'm here, my love, hmm, stop watching me like that because I'm going to kiss you nonstop." He murmured, lifting her up to put her head on his level and kissing her passionately.
"John, John, I missed you so much, I thought of you all the time you were out." She whispered in a trembling voice.
"I missed you too, honey." He answered, locking his blue-grey eyes with hers.
"Come on and eat something, I cooked chicken and potatoes for you and a salad." She said, a smile curling up her lips.
"First, I shower then I eat your meal, love." He said.
While he showered, Lisa set the dinner table for him and she warmed his meal. He came back from the bathroom in a tracksuit and a fresh undershirt and he sat at the dinner table. Lisa served him the salad with the roasted chicken and the potatoes, a beer and water.
"Hum, it's good." He said, eating with a good appetite.
After the dinner, Lisa made the dishes with John, then they lighted off the lights, John undressed and he laid on the bed heavily. Lisa showered then she put on her pajamas and she got into the bed beside John. He turned on his side and he gazed at her.
"My lady, come here, I need to feel you against me. These four days away from you were worse than to cross the desert without water." She stuck her body against his and she rolled her arms around his neck.
He took her lips with his, plunging his tongue into her open mouth and he caressed her internal seams and teeth with it, increasing the pressure of his strokes. They moaned in need of each other caresses.
"Why do you wear all these things?" He said with a tender smile, taking her pajamas off.
"I love it when you undress me." She murmured hotly in his mouth.
He rolled on his back, dragging her onto him:
"You do it all tonight, baby, I need you to sit on top of me." He said with a wide smile, his hands rubbing her body everywhere.
She guided his hard penis toward her hot entrance and she lowered herself on it slowly till it filled her completely. Her hands on his chest, she started to move upward and downward while he met her thrusts softly one by one, caressing her sides and her thighs. She rode him with softness, stroking his breasts, his arms and his shoulders. He closed his eyes and he began to breathe heavily as she was turning him on with her hands on his skin and the hotness of her tight inside around his cock. She took each of his hands into each of hers and she intertwined their fingers. She lifted them up on each side of his head and she leaned on them. She slid up and down on his cock, over and over, rocking her body on it, squeezing his fingers earning heavy moans and sighs from him. He had let go, she was totally in control to pleasure him.
"Dammit, Lisa, how do you do that?" He shouted, already near the edge.
She laid down on him, rubbing her breasts against his, she kissed his neck, his chin, his mouth as she was famished, she sped her thrusts and he couldn't hold back his orgasm that exploded into her. She felt his penis jerk into her many times when his semen ran into her walls.
"Lisa, Lisa, love you." He cried in her mouth. His emotions appealed her release. She climaxed and cried his name while she tightened his cock inside her.
"John, I love you." She was never tired to say it to him, she knew that he needed to feel that he was cherished and loved. His face illuminated and his eyes sparkled when she said she loved him.
When coming down on earth, his arms circled her back and caressed her from her head to her behind. He kissed her lovingly.
"I have always avoided becoming attached because I was scared to lose...Then it falls on me, the day I met you. You are stuck with me forever, I will never let you go, if you go I will find you wherever you are." He rolled them onto his side and wrapped her in his arms under the comforter. Soon sleep submerged them.
John got off the bed early. He showered, dressed and cooked the breakfast. The coffee was ready, he ate his breakfast then he wore his jacket and put his colt in the back of his waistband. He strode to his bed to give a goodbye kiss to Lisa. When he lowered his head on hers, she snaked her arms around his neck and she pulled him into a tender embrace, she kissed him pouring all her love into her kiss. He kissed her back passionately, he clasped her tightly in his arms and he locked a strand of hair behind her ear.
"My baby love, I am going to think of you all day. I call you soon, stay quiet here, hum." He stood up with regrets and he strode to his door. He exited outside, thinking about their future.
At the library, Finch was upside-down, typing frantically on his keyboard.
"Good morning, Finch, what's up?" John asked, seeing his friend worried.
"Good morning, Mr. Reese. The Russians are in the town, searching for Mr. Gorbach. They winded Elias up, taking one of his guys down, in retaliation Elias killed Ivan Yogorov. Elias and the Russians are pitting noisily. The press related to fights and shots in the streets with collateral damages. The police are on red alert."
"The Russians are looking for the one million of dollars. They are going to know where to find it." John answered, gazing at Shaw who just arrived.
"Good morning, Ms. Shaw." Finch said turning to her.
"Morning, Finch, morning, Reese." Shaw responded, nodding at John, handing them their beverages.
"I called Mr. Miller to get an appointment with him. This was a delicate subject as I introduced myself as a Treasury Officer mediator. Finally, I met him at his office. I related to some discrepancy in the Riviere Company about the money in the bank accounts and the enterprise benefits. I asked him if cash money might have been deposit at the bank and he answered me that he did once for Mrs. Riviere when she was yet alive and ill. Otherwise, he never had manipulated cash money, earlier or later. This was only one time. I assured him that he had no interest to do it again as he was in the sights of the IRS and that the Riviere Company had a standing image to preserve. He agreed with a lot of thanks. I can say that Mr. Miller is rather honest, Mrs. Riviere was certainly under influence, we have an answer to one of our questions in the beginning."
"You did a good job, Finch. Now we are going to put Kimsky back on the right track too." John nodded at Shaw.
"I followed him during your absence, I noticed nothing weird about him. He respects office hours, he has drinks with friends, then he comes back to his place. A normal guy, almost a real catch." She sighed with disappointment.
"The higher up you go the harder it is to tell the good guys to the bad guys." John answered.
"What is the plan for him?" Shaw asked.
"Stopping him to spend the dirty money through the Riviere enterprise. This is to say, stopping him to go to work, he is going to give his notice or to go in holidays, or to have an accident, or to be ill or to go in jail." John enumerated.
"I would tend more for an accident that would force him to have holidays in jail. With one million dollars and some packs of drugs in the trunk of his car, it's illegal but that would work." Shaw laughed merrily.
"You know Shaw, you can't make something right by doing something wrong." John answered raising his eyebrows.
Then John and Shaw exited the library. They drove to Kimsky's home and they parked their car behind his. They picked the lock of the trunk of Kimsky's car and put in it the briefcase and the packs of the drug. John stole a car parked in the street and they waited for Kimsky to exit his home. Kimsky showed up a few minutes after. He climbed into his car, he started it and he pulled away in the traffic. Reaching the West Side Highway, Shaw bumped his car with violence. The impact sent it to slide along a pillar and it rolled over. They stopped their car and looked at Kimsky that was moaning in pain but alive. John dialed Fusco.
"Hey, let me guess, Mr. Dark and Stormy in some kind of trouble." Fusco shouted in a low voice.
"Good morning, Fusco. Just saying that an accident happened on West Side Highway at Linda's Lawn Riverside Park South level. The driver is a dizzy bad guy. Please, pay some attention to his trunk." John said.
"Wonderboy has yet struck, who is this guy?" Fusco sighed.
"A desk jokey of the Russian mob."
"I knew you guys were crazy, but this is next level, nuts." Fusco exclaimed.
"Detective, you will thank us later." John disconnected.
"Shaw, Fusco is coming to pick him up. Let go back to Kimsky's home and look into his things." They sped toward Kimsky's home.
John dialed Finch to inform him that Kimsky was going into custody and they both were going to his home.
When they arrived they parked the car a block further. They walked into the building of Kimsky and they lifted up to floor two. They picked his lock, they entered the cozy flat and they began to rummage through the drawers, in the closets, under the furniture. They found property acts of the purchases done with the dirty money in the foreign countries. Suddenly, sounds of footstep put them on the alert. They seized their guns and they waited for the incomers. Two armed men came on in the hall. With muffled little steps, they forwarded into the master room. John and Shaw aimed at them and they fired to their kneecaps. The men stumbled on the floor, crying in pain. John pushed their guns away with his foot and he commanded Shaw to leave and that he followed her. He gathered all the interesting sheets and he strode to the door. When he opened it, Shaw was handcuffed and gagged, and she was trapped between two other guys with a barrel on her temple. She gazed at him with wide eyes.
"Your gun, your phone, and your earbud. Otherwise, we get her to swallow her birth certificate. Don't try to be a smartass with us." One of the men hissed with a heavy Russian accent.
John was mad at himself to have commanded her to leave. He failed with her. He knew that in any case, they were both in a pending death execution, he had to react now to get out this trap. In a millisecond, he shot in the head of the guy who aimed Shaw while his other hand disarmed the second and he twisted his arm and broke it. The man fell to the ground, screaming painfully. Shaw sank her heel into his throat to strangle him. John knocked his head with the butt of his colt to shut up his mouth. John relieved Shaw of the gag and in two seconds he opened her handcuffs with a paper clip.
"You are a walking stationery store, Reese." She smiled at him and she gathered her colt, phone and earpiece from the pocket of the dead man.
"I'm interested in these little things, I always have some in my pocket." He answered seriously while he searched in the pockets of the men for papers. He found a business card about a nightclub that he put in his pocket.
"Never missed the shot you did just now?" Shaw asked with awe.
"Not yet, it's the first time." John replied in a serious tone.
"We have to get off of here before the cops arrive." Shaw warned.
"Hope there is no welcoming committee at the exit. We go down to the stairs." John mumbled.
They went down by the stairs just to see the cavalry running in the hall. They forwarded to the back of the building and they exited by a service entrance. They rounded the building to reach their car when they spotted Fusco and Carter in great conversation. They climbed into their car and they pulled away. On the way, John dialed Carter.
"Detective Carter." She announced.
"Hi, Detective. You missed me?" John said in a smooth voice.
"John, where are you? Just between us: stop to spread trouble. I got a mountain of paperwork because of you. The dead man and the three others out of service are your characteristics. Why don't you call the police instead to tackle mobster men?" She shouted in an angry voice.
"This time, I didn't call the police, Detective." He teased, content she was angry at him.
"You called Lionel this morning, well the guy is going to be in custody because he carried drug packs and one million of dollars in his car, even he claimed that it was not his. And again, we have been called after shootings had been heard in a building. John, one day you are going to end dead, and no one will know what it has happened to you." She murmured in a worried voice.
"Oh, you worried about me, Detective. We are friends, I'm sure you will look for me if one day I disappeared." John whispered.
"I don't know, with all the work you give to me." She answered defiantly.
"Have a good day, Detective." John cut the call, smiling.
"You and Carter, I never mind you have an affair with her." Shaw blurted out.
"We are just friends. She's a good cop, a good person." John answered dryly.
"You talked to her with an erotic appealing voice." Shaw pushed a little more.
"It's my voice!" John stammered.
"You never spoke to me like that, Reese." She pouted.
"Mr. Reese, what did happen? Detective Carter seemed angry with you." Finch called them.
"Yeah, Finch, we looked into Kimsky's home and we found some interesting pieces. Then we needed to clean the way to exit the building. Detectives Carter and Fusco have been called. Finch, we are going to visit a nightclub, the Tatiana, we found a business card on a Russian we knocked down. We came back to the library to change." John ended the call.
"Reese, why are we going to this nightclub? What are you expecting to find?" Shaw asked.
"We know when we find." John answered.
At the library, they reported to Finch their expedition and gave him the documents about the properties purchased in the foreign countries. John told him that the Tatiana nightclub was located at 3152 Brighton 6th Street in Brooklyn, that was to say in the Russian mob perimeter.
"John, the owner is a Russian woman Tatiana Tanzar. This nightclub has a standard image but has been the target of gangs that are used to blacken and damage the location to get a hold of it. I don't know what you are going to learn here. Be careful, you are going to a dangerous area, don't get in trouble here." Finch worried about the decision John took to visit this place.
John and Shaw changed their clothes to be more elegant. Shaw wore a sexy leather tight black dress, with black stilettos, she made her hair in a bun and she put light makeup on his face. She carried her gun and her phone in her purse. John had showered, he changed his suit and he wore a grey shirt with a black tie. He was gorgeous and Shaw very attractive.
"Are we not looking too much class for a nightclub?" Shaw asked, looking at herself in a mirror.
"No, you aren't. This is a high standard restaurant and nightclub. People are required to be gussied-up." Finch knew what he was talking about.
John thought to call Lisa, isolating himself in a room:
"Lisa, my sweetie, how are you?" He murmured warmly.
"I'm fine, and you, John?" She answered in a little voice.
"I'm fine too, I may come back late tonight, honey, I love you." He lowered his voice.
"I watched the news on the TV, police is everywhere in the town and they spoke about a "Man in the Suit" that kneecapped guys with his gun. It's you, isn't it?" She demanded.
"I'm not the only one to wear a suit, sweetheart." John knew that she knew. Now she was worried more and more about him.
"Don't lie to me otherwise I will not believe you anymore when you say you love me." She whispered, waiting for his admission.
"I swear I love you more than my life, I would die for you, my love. I'm sorry, I have to go now."
"Please, John, promise me to be careful." She breathed a subtle sigh.
"I promise, my love." He ended the call.
When he exited the room, he smirked and shook his head because Lisa was smart to dig for the truth. Shaw glanced at him.
"Hey, you look like the boy who embarrassed himself at the school concert." She said with a smile.
"Let's go to work, Shaw, you risk to dance with me tonight." He teased.
At the end of the afternoon, they soon left the library. They drove to the Tatiana nightclub. They parked the car two blocks further, behind the nightclub.
They entered Tatiana and they were greeted with pounding, bass-heavy music and lights cast low and blue. Long tables were set in the main dining room, piled high with plates upon plates of food and bottles of Russian vodka and crowded with large groups of gussied-up patrons.
It felt like entering a wedding reception they weren't invited to. They managed to flag down the host and they were quickly ushered to a table practically on top of the wooden dance floor and accompanying stage. Some patrons took to the dance floor while others continued eating, and they took this lull in the night's events to look around. They weren't as out of place as they had expected them to be, and while they heard snippets of Russian conversation jumping around, there didn't seem to be a shortage of English either.
"I'm starved. I can't work on an empty stomach." Shaw shouted.
Soon a waiter served them six plates full of foods and beverages, almost all Russian specialties. A heaping bowl of hybrid chicken-and-egg salad was topped with fried onions, and long strips of smoked salmon and butterfish were covered in lemon juice and capers, pork Kabob, rack of lamb, Bojarsky cutlet veal and chicken ground meat, mixed with special blend of spices topped with mushroom sauce, strangely, a full Greek salad too. They ate and got a sight on the crowd.
"I've never been under so much pressure to eat in my life." Shaw spoke with her mouth full.
"Shaw, look at the table in the bottom left. Four men are waiting for something, gazing at the customers. They are armed." John had noticed the strange behavior of the men and he wondered what they were planning.
"Shaw, come on the dance floor. We get to go near them. I will pay attention to your feet." John led Shaw on the dance floor and took her in his arms.
"You smell good, Reese, and your hands are warm." Shaw laughed in his jacket.
"Shaw, stop, this is not the time!" John said dryly.
"Aie, you walk on my toes." She complained.
They danced near the four men when these ones stood up, their hands on their guns, looking at the entrance door where a man was near to enter. John and Shaw understood that they wouldn't hesitate to fire through the crowd and by common consent, they assaulted them with their fists, their arms, their knees, their feet, with bottles, trays, plates and pots.
"Mr. Reese, what is going on?" Finch called in a panic.
"Finch, we are a little busy here." John answered while he distributed heavy blows here and there.
A huge mayhem followed near the table, the noises were covered with the loud music. Falling bodies had not awakened too much suspicion as Russians were solid drunks and troublemakers. John and Shaw exited the Tatiana leaving a hundred at the waiter.
"Hey, Finch, sorry, we avoided a gunfire at Tatiana between four Russians and an unknown man who turned back. We stay in our car to stake out the nightclub." John reported to Finch.
"Mr. Reese, I told you to stay out of trouble." Finch shouted with worry.
"Collateral damaged would have been unappeasable if we wouldn't have reacted." John answered and he disconnected.
They climbed into their car and parked near the Tatiana nightclub. An hour later, the four men exited, they climbed into a car and pulled away. John and Shaw tailed them at a reasonable distance. Suddenly, at a crossroads, a huge van crashed into their car, sending it straight into the wall of a building.
"Mr. Reese, Ms. Shaw, are you alright?" Finch shouted in their ears. No answer came back to Finch.
Unconscious because of the collision, they didn't feel that they were extracted from their car and they were carried in a van where they were tied and gagged. Their phones and earpieces were destroyed and their guns were taken away from them. Their bodies hurt and they wanted to vomit due to the bumps on their heads. John looked at Shaw with concern as she was always in a semi-consciousness. John heard Russian language and understood that they were going to be questioned about their stay at Tatiana nightclub and the mayhem they did. He heard that they suspected them to work for Elias. The van drove on a gravel area, then on a smooth level as in a warehouse. They had been extracted from the van and led to sit on chairs. Their feet, arms and wrists were tied to their chair.
Men began to question them about their boss, about Elias, about Gorbach, about a briefcase full of money. They answered that they didn't know either Elias nor Gorbach. Blows rained on their heads and their chests. John didn't complain, he was hard to the pain. But he was worried about Shaw who was beaten on their breasts and her face that was already swollen and bruised. She swore insults and spits at them. They injected her an anesthetic product to shut her mouth and they focused on John to extort what they wanted. In the past, he had endured the torture that toughened him up, when he sensed that he could near give way, he focused his thoughts strongly on a thing or a person.
He spent the night under the blows till he fell unconscious. When he emerged from the shades, Lisa's smiling face gave him the courage to endure the day as he had spent the night. They gave alcohol to Shaw. With the anesthetic product they previously injected to her, it had shaken her: she trembled in hypothermia, she heavily breathed, she stayed unconscious, probably her heart was racing and pounding as hell in her chest. She had vomited on her dress. John was scared that she succumbed to a heart attack.
Finally, the second night, they let them in their unconsciousness, without food, without water, they were dehydrated and sounds began to fill their ears. He sensed that Finch was probably searching for them, that he would find a solution. But, more the hours passed, more he thought that it was like looking for a needle in a haystack. He thought to Lisa that he loved so much, that she worried about him and she was scared to lose him. He would hold on her as long as he could. He would die with her image in his mind and in his heart. He was devastated that if the worse happened she would be hurt by his fault. Tears filled his eyes but he held them back. He was still alive, he will resist as long as he could for her.
"The boss said to carry them in the last truck in the parking. The girl is not conscious, but get him to sleep before to move him. Okay?" A man said.
John felt a syringe in his neck and soon darkness engulfed him.
He woke up in a large truck, tightly tied to a metal bench. In front of him, Shaw was tied to the other bench. Two men were in charge to watch them. John thought that they would be executed here and be driven somewhere to be buried or burned or dived into the river. They were waiting for the night to do their dirty work. He remembered when he did this 'dirty work' when he was a CIA agent. He killed people his government ordered to kill, without witnesses, cleaning all the traces. Now he was waiting the moment his killer would take his life and send him to hell.
Thanks for reading. Reviews are greatly appreciated. Your ideas are welcome to go on this story. John and Shameen are near death time. But as you know new chapters are coming, so they are going to follow their purpose: helping people.