Carlo watched Llanfair intently, watching for his opportunity to get in. The first stirrings of dawn creeping over the horizon telling him that it was almost time to make his move. It was time for phase two of his plan. Natalie needed another dose of the treatment or she would start remembering things, things he didn't want her to remember right now. She still had a job to do...
After waiting for over an hour he finally had his opportunity. The maid had come out the east side patio to hand the armed guard a cup of coffee. He crept his way thru the brush and slipped into the open door as the woman flirted with the supposedly working man. It was still quite early so he doubted anyone would be up and about, as he passed Vicki's bedroom he had a sudden image of creeping into her room just sliding a pillow over her face and pushing down.
Pleasure coursed thru his veins as he imagined her struggling weakly beneath him as he pushed harder and harder down on the pillow until she had no breath left in her treacherous body.
Before he knew it he knew what he was doing he had crossed the hall and opened up her door. She wasn't there... 'That's right, she was out of town,' he suddenly remembered, well what he had planned next would bring her back in a hurry. Shaking himself out of his murderous thoughts he quietly closed the door and headed further down the hall.
Finally he was out side of Natalie's door. He paused for an endless moment, listening. She was awake, he could hear her moving around. Turning the knob silently he opened the door slowly. She was heading to the bathroom unsteadily, and to his good fortune she was facing the opposite direction of the bedroom door.
As she entered the bathroom he reached into his pocket and drew out a syringe, gazing at it with a twisted look of glee. Carefully he positioned himself against the wall outside the bathroom door and waited for Natalie to emerge, taking in the condition of her room as he waited. He smiled cunningly, 'so his call last night to her had caused her to trash her room...' he thought to himself... perfect... she was under his control...
Natalie took a long shower, trying to remember what had happened the night before. She remembered going out with Jess, she remembered talking with her about Carlo and how he had forced her to marry him. After that they had danced and had fun. She remembered getting a phone call but everything after that was fuzzy. "Ugh!" she whispered to herself. 'Why did I drink so much?' she wondered.
When she was finished shower she toweled off and slipped on some casual clothes. Wrapping her hair in a towel she headed out of the bathroom. As soon as she crossed the threshold a gloved and clamped over her mouth and pulled her back against a large body. "Mmph!" she tried to shout out but the hand muffled the noise. Before she could do anything else she felt a sudden pain in her neck and then everything went black.
"Hey, John!" Natalie said sexily as she wrapped her arms around him from behind.
John smiled and turned around. "Hey," he said gruffly. Wrapping his arms around her he pulled her closer to him in a tight hug. "How was your night out with Jess?"
"Ok I guess." Natalie smiled some and said, " We talked and sorted some stuff out; I found out that she is actually fin when she lets go of the goody- goody image." She looked up at him from the embrace, trying to ignore the two guards that lurked nearby.
"I'm glad you had fun." John told her, "but I have to tell you, I missed you."
Natalie pulled away for a moment to grin at him, he was so sweet sometimes. It was hard for her to remember that they had met under such dire conditions, that they hadn't known each other for years. Having a sudden urge to telling him how much he meant to her she said, "You know, I'm kinda glad I got kidnapped."
He looked at her incredulously, "Why in gods name would you say that?"
"Cause it gave me you. If all that bad stuff hadn't happened then I might not have ever met you and I can't imagine my life with out you."
John was touched beyond belief. That was probably the nicest thing anyone had ever said to him. Brushing the hair from her face he pulled her close and kissed her tenderly, forgetting that they were at the station in front of dozens of cops. When he pulled back the men in the room began clapping and wolf whistling. He grinned as Natalie blushed red.
Embarrassed yet pleased Natalie pulled back and said, "You ready to go home yet?"
John nodded, "yeah," wrapping his arm around her waist he guided her out of the building.
"So wanna play some pool?" John asked as they passed the pool table at Rodi's.
Natalie grinned widely and said, "You know it! Prepare to get the pants beaten off you..." she gave a naughty grin that spoke of the direction her thoughts had taken.
He returned a salacious grin but said, "not here."
Natalie fake pouted at him before grabbing a cue. "I'll break." At that she set up the table and then leaned down to take her shot, giving John a clear view down her overflowing cleavage.
John just watched with an amused look on his face. He loved to watch her work the table. Her movements sexy and sure as she sank ball after ball. Every time she bent over he wanted to cup her breasts and give them a little squeeze.
"I won!" Natalie announced, breaking him out of his lustful thoughts. Looking at the table he almost laughed aloud. While he had been day dreaming about her breasts she had cleared the entire table. Heaving a fake sigh he said, "didn't even let me have one turn huh?"
Natalie laughed at that. "As if you would have even noticed if I had missed. I saw that look in your eyes..." flashing him a saucy smirk she adjusted her bra.
"Busted," he muttered loud enough for her to hear and then laughed with her when she giggled at his tone.
"Lets get something to eat," he suggested.
"Kay," Natalie told him as they made their way to the bar.
"Hey Mac!" Natalie greeted the older man behind the counter.
"Hey Nat. Good to see you up and around. You have had us all worried these last few months." Mac told her.
"Yeah, Its been pretty crazy lately. I'm just trying to deal with it all." She gave a fond smile at John and said, "It helps to have so much support from friends and family."
Mac caught the look and grinned, 'young love..." he thought to himself. "So what can I get you two?"
"Couple of burgers and fries. Two cokes and some cherry pie for dessert. We'll be over there," John pointed to a little nook along the left wall.
"Gotcha," he told them, "I'll have one of the girls bring your order over."
Natalie nodded and followed John over to the corner booth. It was very private and very romantic. Sitting down they cuddle up next to one another, his arm around her shoulders their hands playing with each other's hand as they talked quietly.
Three days later creeping silently in the pitch black of the midnight hours Natalie made her way thru the silent abandoned parking lot. Carrying a large can of gas she snuck into the building and began dousing everything with the liquid.
Once the can was empty she tossed the can into the middle of the room with gloved hands and walked to the entrance of the building. At the door way she paused, reached into her pocked and pulled out a lighter. Flicking the flint, she stared at the flame that emerged with a blank look on her face. After a moment she tossed the lighter into a pool of gasoline and watched as it caught fire immediately.
After another moment of watching the flames she turned and snuck back out the way she came.
To be continued...