Chp31 Easter uprising.
Anna pov: Friday; start of Easter week.
The new apartment in NY is empty. Well it has a bed. and some pots and pans. I walk thru the beautiful interior, marveling at the views of central park. It three floors of the top of a twenty storied building a block off the Park Ave. from the other side I can see Long Island. Our second home. Christian is planning to buy one in Aspen.
The Family is at the hotel. We have a suite there, but here is our home. Well are second home. Christian and Wilson, are new contractor, a friend of Elliot. Poor Elliot didn't make the trip, his shoulder surgery when well, and Kate is nursing him. I marvel at her dedication to him, she grown so much since the shooting. Sawyer is checking the garage as Taylor points out upgrades. Gail is in the kitchen, checking what needs to be done. She has a friend coming tomorrow to interview for housekeeper here.
I feel him enter the room. The electricity stimulates me. I whimper for his touch. His finger lightly caresses my arms, as kiss reign down my neck and earlobe. He embraces me. one hand cupping and kneading my breast the other diving down to finger my sex. I shudder thru the first orgasm. He carries me to our bed, in our room, in our house, in my world.
I ravage his mouth, as we strip ourselves of cloths. I grab his dick, stroking and pulling. Making him lose control. He slides down my body licking and kissing. Till is mouth connects with my sex. He drives his tongue, fingers, augh, his talented tongue. I arch off the bed in waves of orgasms. Riding his face. His body. I watch the stars burst in front of my eyes. As the bliss takes me. I wake to his arms embracing me. safe, warm, loved. I feel his heart beat match my own.
I work my hand to is cock, light feather touches. He grows. I smile. As his heart beat quickens. "Little one, stop playing, start loving." I roll in his arms taking his mouth as I roll him on his back. mounting his rock hard body. I ride him, watching the ecstasy course thru is body. I ride him to the peak several times before I let him release. I match is release with a massive orgasm. I lay on his chest breathing hard. My man.
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LT pov.
I watch the hotel. I did some checking. The Grey's have a top fight security team. I recognize Sawyer from indian country. I spot my sister, with a copper head guy. Then I have to back track. Mikey has them in the park. I catch up and see the guy from the photo. Whos? The other girl? I watch as their security is layered and tight. It's going to be hard to get close. I spot the Davenport crew. I make sure they have a bad day. Mikey loves this. I watch as both go swimming in the lake. Mikey on rollerblades is a menace.
I return to the hotel we've setup as base in the city. Shawnee is on the phone. She has files spread over the table. I pick up the copper head guy. Our age. Christian Grey, billionaire. I'm stunned at what he's accomplished in the same time I've only sown dead and destruction. A loving family makes all the difference. I stare stunned at the two photos of brown haired girls. The blue eyes that stare at me in the mirror. The nearly identical faces. Mary and Anastasia. They could be sisters. The more I stare the more I realize they are sisters. My SISTERS! I stagger to the couch.
Shawnee smiles taking the photos from my hands. Sitting on my lap she purrs and kiss my neck. I relax. I let the world disappear. We have escape the nut house. We work are way north, petty crimes. We eat chocolate for the first time in years. I watch the happy, loved, privilege kids play and go to school. I try to let the hate overtake me. but Mikey refuses to let me. his child like passion for life, his believe in me. I lead. We arrive in NY. His aunt takes us in. We get jobs. Mikey runs betting slips and money. His wizardry of anything wheeled is amazing.
I start hunting for answers and victims. I jump the wrong guy. He kicks my ass, then offer me a job. Security work. I start at the bottom. Valet parking. Within a year I'm working with bouncers and coolers. I see the privilege scum of the city. I do my first tour in Iraq. Always returning to Shawnee loving embrace. She finishing her Masters in Business, and minor in Music.
I find the answers, and the problems. Shawnee sends me back to war. Where I'll be safe. I miss her. she works the world she apart of. I can't wrap my mind around why she loves me. or puts up with my bullshit. I smile as she nibbles my earlobe. I lift he to bed. problems can wait till tomorrow. I need to relish her love. And love her body.
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Welch pov: Wednesday before Easter week.
I final dig thru the bullshit of the Davenport group. I find one Judith Tomsseno, late widow of Morgan Thomas Townsend, millionaire scum bag. The man made his money by crushing competition, legal and illegal. Investigated a dozen times for major felonies. He bordered on criminal enterprise. His plants pollute, his workers are mistreated, his corporate culture is poisonous. His people have no loyalty, no pride, just greed. There security is a joke, bullies and thugs, not one brain among them. The old lady is a bitch, even worse than her late husband.
I stop cold at the picture of her. the face, the eyes, I pull the scrapbook from Ray's file. On shit. She the spitting image of her daughter. I back check. Yes. Samantha Kelly Simpson. From Judith first husband. She married at fourteen and had Carla at fifteen, widowed at seventeen. Several more husbands and sugar-daddies till she hit the jackpot with Morgan Thomas Townsend. Mostly widowed but a couple of divorces. I need to send people to interview them. I know Taylor and Grey, both of them will want this information. Ray disappeared to LA. He's due back this morning. The family fly out this evening for NY and the Layton Family. Into the lioness den. I pull several security groups to cover the family.
I sip coffee, waiting for Ray. How different Grey is from Thomas. He cares about his people, his planet, is family. Loyalty and pride are hallmarks of the Grey empire. Ray enters with a Black guy, heavy build, I know I've seen him before. "this is Warrant Baker, formerly SIOP CENTCOM" I know I was right; the man is one of the dark warriors of the CIA, military, government. The real 007. I shake hands. They sit. "Fill me in on the intel about the Davenport group" I balk then give him a briefing. He shakes violently when I reveal the old bitch. The room goes cold, with evil aura. Baker rises and pat Steele shoulder "Semper De Morte" (always in death) and leaves.
Ray rises stares at a painting of battle of Samur WWII. "the bitch is dead; she will regret ever having fucked with me. both of them." I stare at the evil washing over him. "I always wondered how Carla could be so cold, unfeeling, towards her daughter. Now, I know it's a family trait. God, I hope Annie never develops these evil, hateful ways." I stand putting my hand on his shoulder. "Ray, Annie was raised by you, not the bitches, not in this shit. She loves, loves people, caring for people, loving and caring her family. Not birth but choice. she chose you. She chose Grey. She embraces life. Kaylee and Ben, Mary and Steve. She is your daughter." He smiles as the evil disappears into the ether.
"she put a 50,000-dollar bounty on Mary's head thru a black market Lawyer in LA." I fume! I will quash this bullshit. "I already took care of it. The contract is canceled and anyone trying is going to have a counter bounty of one million dollars." Good, I will move the Flintstones into play. Rip the davenport group to shreds, by the end of the holiday they'll be finished.
Ray leaves to get ready. I call Taylor and Sawyer updating them. I feel better. I know the who, when, now I need the why.
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Kaylee pov:
I walk down thru the early spring of Central Park, headed for the Green. Chasing my kids. My kids. I bask in the love of that thought. My intelligent, stubborn, smartass, loving kids. Anna the calm, the daring. Mary the loving, the lioness. Ben the loyal, the wise. My kids. My kids I will fight for and die for. I watch as they play, tease, and chase about the park's green. How happy they make me. acting their ages. Free and laughing despite the world. I realize how I miss this. These moments of family.
We lay on the cool grass is that late days' sun. staring at the clouds. Imaging shapes and figures. The kids lay with me. Ben on my leg. The girls in the crook of my arms. As they descript shapes and create tales of clouds monsters and heroes battling across the sky. My they are incredibly creative. I let the world shrink to just us. Here. Now.
I feel the shift in the force, the tingle in my heart. The herd of men walking towards us. A head blots out the sky. My personal sun is shining on me. a smile. A look of love. As Ray grins at us. The girls roll away to their boy's. Ben rolls away to. Standing he bows and chase the happy couples to a popcorn vendor. "Get me chestnuts if they have them" I scream. As Ray lays, taking me in his arms. Sweep me into a passion embrace. His lips taste of sweet coffee and strawberry Danish. I hunger for him, and food. As I giggle.
"DADDY!" Echo across the grass. We roll apart a charge to the family. Annie has a man down. While Steve and Chris roll with others. I see Sawyer leaving one guy on the ground charging to us. I don't see Taylor. But I know he's engaged. A man reaches for Mary. I snap a right fist to his ear, his head snaps good. As he staggers Mary sweeps a kick to his Face, that tae bo is working for her. I follow thru with a double hand fist to the forehead. He's down. I grab Mary, a scan around. A dozen thugs are scattered about. As our security crew cleans house. I watch a young couple drop several guys. Even bystanders are jumping in. who says New Yorkers are indifferent.
Taylor arrives with police. He has a guy who looks more corporate than the thugs that attacked us. I hold the girls while Chris, Ray confers with Taylor and the cops. I hear the Davenport Group. I am so going to beat that woman. If for no other reason she ruined my happy day. most likely because she's an evil bitch, a deserves to be put down.
Ray holds me. I can't seem to stop shaking. I want my kids safe, happy. They deserve to be happy and safe. Anna hugs me, whispering word of love and caring. Mary rubs my back. I see Ben checking the guys for injury. My doctor son. The young couple I see standing on the edge of the Green. They look familiar. I know the girl from somewhere. The boy looks, I have Deja Vue. He looks like the girls. Brown hair, Blue eyes, medium heavy build, soldier looking. The eyes were alight with blood lust. I've seen it in a lot of Ray ex-military friends. they turn, a disappear into the park.
We walk back to the Hotel. The kids are pumped. The first volley in the war is ours. I smile as we herd everyone to there suites. We have an early dinner and then a charity gala tonight. A doctor friend of Graces called the keynote speakers is quarantined, could she please take over.
The Doctor never turns down friends, and miss speaking on children's issues. The charity will help eradicate malaria in world. So where all going.
Elliot and Kate on the phone wish us a happy evening. they will be watching a football game, lounging in oneis (those one-piece sleep wear), and enjoying the evening; while we will be bored, snored and assaulted with rubber chicken, over done vegetables, and cut rate wine. I so need to have they're cable cut. I wonder if Welch could arrange that?
I dress for the gala. Ray looks sharp in his Tux with silver waistcoat. My family can blow chunks if they can't see how happy I am. The Girls are in matching outfits. The guys in new sharp Tux. Ben looks dashing. I hope he finds a girl soon. Gail and Taylor join us. They look spectacular together. Her fawn colored gown with his black Tux and pink waistcoat. They will steal the show. The Grey's come in and wow. I feel dowdy and plain. Ray kiss me. I bask in his love. Grace compliments me on my gown and style. I still feel plain, but not as drab.
The cars take us to the Gala. It's at the Modern Art Museum. The round ramp floor space. I half expect Will Smith to come running by. I sip cheap wine, talk nonsense, a mingle with the most perfect man in the room on my arm. I see the blonde girl from the Park, she talking with Dr. Langley, a professor of history at Columbia. I make my way over. The boy appears, up close I see the scar on his face. The blue eyes, cold, remorseless, hate filled: eyes of a predator. The body language of violence.
I watch as the boy backs off. I look at Ray he's returning the stare. Major Steele is front and center. I easily forget that Ray is a tough, experience Soldier, the Special operation soldier. He can hold his own. I start introductions. The Girl is Shawnee Rockefeller; the boy states his name a Lucius Rockford. I don't believe him. The look, the wildness. I suspect he hiding something. I thank them for their help this afternoon. They blush. I stare hard at the boy, he's twenty-one. Mary's nineteen, Anna eighteen. I wonder why that blows thru my head.
The Gala is over, the dancing begins. I twirl around the floor on Ray's arms. I see the girls dancing. Then I see Chris and Lucius move into a side gallery. I pull Ray to the entrance. Dobbs is watching the two boys fight. I see Chris go down, then rise up and slug it out. They're both evenly matched. I watch as they both give up. I feel the girls rush by. Anna is tapping her foot staring pained at Chris. Shawnee is kneeling and stroke Lucius face. She lifts him up. He looks at Chris, an evil grin. "Next time, Grey".
He gets about three feet. When Ray drops him. He instructs Dobbs, "they're both coming with us." They don't protest. I wonder what's going on. As we retreat to the Penthouse, not the hotel.
