Disclaimer: Prison Break doesn't belong to me but it is a lot of fun to take the characters out for a spin.
Thankfully, it didn't take the full six days.
Daddy may not be the brightest bulb in the marquee but apparently he can write a convincing letter when he needs to.
I didn't read the damn thing... I didn't really care. What he said was none of my Damn business as long as it did the trick. Which it did!
As soon as Sonny boy and that whiny ass lawyer read what ever it was he had to say the kid came along without any of them putting up a fight.
I've kept my hands off the boy.
It's been hard as hell!
So young, pretty and scared. It's hard for a man like me to let something that tempting slip away without a little taste but I've done it. I kept my hands to myself and my eye on the prize because the payment for delivering the boy to his old man is far too precious to lose for a quick cheap thrill.
Settled in Vegas, eight hours now, still another day left before they are scheduled to arrive, finding myself growing eager and tired of waiting I make the call a day early just to see.
The idea was to make sure they were on the road. Up the anticipation! Convinced I'll not reach them, I'm pleasantly shocked when Burrows answers the phone I gave him almost immediately.
While his insistence that he speak to the boy pisses me off in a big fucking hurry hearing the Pretty's voice in the background, knowing he's on his way, takes the edge off enough for me to pass the phone to the kid so he can tell them I've kept up my end of the deal.
With a whole lot of 'yes' ... 'no', and 'I'm okay's', all I'm getting of the conversation, proving boring as hell I snatch back the phone and lay it all out.
Irritated at the thought of waiting for what I want, now, while forced to give them details, where to go, which hotel, how I'll contact them for the exchange tomorrow I feel a stirring of hard, fast, and real excitement begin to grow in the pit of stomach the instant I hear him say that the wait is all but over and they are no more than an hour outside of town at that very moment.
The thrill of knowing they'll soon arrive proving more than I handle, unable to sit idle waiting for the call, I tie and gag the kid, keeping him safely tucked away, and head downstairs to watch and wait.
While he did a lot of pissing and moaning on the phone about how difficult it's going to be to get into the hotel without getting caught I can see, the instant I catch sight of her walking through the door, it wasn't all that difficult and they'd managed to find a way somewhere along the line.
The minutes spent waiting, lurking in the shadows, pay off and I find myself in the perfect position to hear every word she says as she strolls up to registration just around the corner from where I stand.
Working my way just a bit little closer I'm able to hear the whole song and dance, no names.. cash only ... afraid of an abusive husband, she gives the sympathetic girl standing behind the counter.
The girl, of course, buys it and while I know it's a load of horse shit I'd have to say that with one good look at her face, worn down, exhausted and frightened, proving life on the run is a lil more than the woman can handle I'd likely be buying it too.
The key in hand making her way through the casino toward the exit, scanning the faces in front of her for any potential threat she becomes distracted to the point I'm able to slip up beside her from behind unnoticed.
Catching her off guard by snaking my arm around her waist and pulling her to me with a loud friendly ' I was wondering when you were going to get here.' for anyone who happened to be paying attention I make my real, less than friendly intentions clear by digging my fingertips hard into her hip.
Seeing her body tensing to the point that anyone remotely suspicious would see something isn't quite right I wrap my arms around her and pull her into a full on hug while whispering what it is is she needs to know and understand privately against her ear. "You'd better make it look good Doc! Attract too much attention and you just may get yourself caught, little lady."
Understanding the weight of what I'm saying she relaxes in my grip wrapping her arms around my waist forcing herself to hug me back.
I lean in close pressing myself against her, my lips brushing against her ear intimately as I speak just to see what she's made of. " That's right... Put on a nice show for the people! You know I'm right. If the long arm of the law catches up to you or I those two you're in here risking your life to protect won't be far behind, Doc."
She leans back in my arms, smiling sweetly, putting up a braver front that I'd ever imagined her capable of, before taking hold of my hand and pulling me through the rows of slot machine with a loud ' Its been too long! We must catch up right this minute.' for anyone who happens to be listening until she finds the right secluded spot for us to stop and talk.
She takes a seat on a stool in front of a nickel machine digging in her pocket with the one hand I'm willing to let go of and stuffs a twenty into the slot while silently urging me to do the same.
When I ignore her she pulls another from her pocket leaning over and slipping in into the slot in front of me while she speaks. "You're right. We can't afford to attract attention."
She taps the button in front of me sending the reels spinning to cover her words. " Where's LJ?
Coming up a loser, as usually, I return the favor by hitting all the right buttons to set her machine into action as I lean in to answer her. " He's up in the room."
Out of the corner of my eye I see the fear building in her eyes as she keeps at the mindless task of feeding the machine as if nothing out the ordinary is taking place. "Take me to him. Let me take him to his father before someone gets hurt?"
I step off the stool scooting it across the floor to get closer leaning over and speaking softly to keep it all seemingly casual and friendly for any onlookers when the reality of the move is all about intimidation and being near enough to take physical control of her if need be. "You think I'm going to take you up there, give you the boy, and let the two of you waltz right out of here?"
Keeping her on her toes, shaking things up just for the cheap thrill of startling her I reach up and tap the 'cash out' button sending dozens of nickels falling loudly to the metal cup below. " I don't get the boy or Scofield? I can understand your trying but for the life of me I can't imagine you'd actually think I'd go for it when there's nothing in this set up of yours for me, Doc? I haven't come this far to walk away empty handed ..."
She swallows hard, fingers trembling on the blinking button, her eyes trained on the spinning reels. " Fine. Let him go and I'll stay in his place."
While I realize I've already spent far too much time playing games with the good doctor, significantly upping the odds of getting caught, her sudden willingness to do anything it takes to protect the others is more temptation than a man like myself has the ability to resist and I find I simply can't force myself to turn and walk away.
Toying with her, testing her limits, I place my hand on her knee squeezing gently as I speak. " Just how far would you go to save him, Doc?"
It becomes very obvious she's willing to go pretty damn far, when she doesn't blink or move a muscle as I slide my hand across her leg, to the inside of her thigh, and up, roughly, between her legs. " Sorry Doc! While there is something very appealing about having what I've watched him enjoy..."
Her eyes still focused straight ahead grow wide with the fear and horror I'd been waiting oh so patiently to see. " Wait! Sorry ... didn't he tell you I was in the room that night? That I watched the two of you?
Her head snaps around to face me and her fear blends beautifully with a newly discovered air of anger and disgust. "You two put on one hell of a show, Doc."
Realizing than in the last few minutes two people have taken up residence at nearby machines making her need to play along, not attract attention greater than ever I slip off the stool, standing, moving in, right up against her, brushing her hair back over her shoulder and punctuating what I have to say with sloppy wet kisses all over her neck and waiting earlobe "Do you think it'll make it easier for him if I call him Michael?"
'Michael... Oh!... Michael..." I whisper it breathless, doing my best to sound like she did that night, against her ear. " Think if he closes his eyes real tight and hears your voice maybe he'll forget its me doing all those things to him?"
Holding her there, shaking in my grasp, clearly terrified, I watch with satisfaction as a lone tear slides down her pale cheek. " I know you want to keep him. I respect that particular desire, Doc."
I move back grabbing hold of her chin forcing her to turn and look at me. " But I want him more, and the finest courts in the land will tell you I'm the kind of man willing to do anything it takes to get what I want."
Eye to eye, holding her gaze to be damn sure she knows I mean what I say I reach in my pocket, pull it out, tucking it neatly between my fingers as I slip my hand inside her blouse, working my fingers under her bra to caress the soft skin of her bare breast. " The room number's on that piece of paper. Be there. All of you, two hours."
I pull my hand out leaving the tiny slip of paper behind scrapping my jagged nails hard at her tender skin as I go. " Try anything funny and I'll shoot the boy between the eyes.
" Now go!"
As she slides off the stool turning to leave I grab hold of her shoulder pulling her back against me. " You tell him I didn't touch the kid. But remember this is going to be a lot easier if he's angry, hates me, wants me dead..."
Making my point, no longer giving a damn what anyone sees, I hold her tight in my grasp allowing my free hand to roam shamelessly all over her body. "... so you be sure to let him know I had my hands all over you, Doc."
TBC...