Out of The Mist

[Kulindahr]

Now if this were a Jackie Chan movie, it would be time for the ninjas to show up.....

 

[Kulindahr]

Okay, this has me confused:


“Well, I'll be damned. There's that fucking Bentley with the van and Jeep! Ollie, Dave, Dan, and is that fucking Ryan? Shit! Good spot! Now, what the fuck do you want to order?”

Did we step back in time there?

 

[Kyanimal]

^ Just a little flashback to give the "bad guys" some screen time.

 

[Kyanimal]

“Out of The Mist”

Chapter 147 of ? …



Sean:

“What the fuck do you mean your guy lost his guys?”, a red faced Paddy was yelling at his phone.

I was sitting in my customary, deeply upholstered, tan leather chair, in front of his massive oak desk. It brought me some assurance that his den had been sound proofed, and shielded from possible outside surveillance. No matter how loud he might rant, which he was accustomed to doing most of the time, no one except me, and, currently, Mack O'Riley, on speaker, could hear him.


“Who is your guy? I want to talk to him directly!”, Paddy thundered.

“Um, no sir! Per your very own instructions, and Mr. Kennison's, you're not to know who he is. Right, Sean?”, Mack was looking for some backup.

“You're right, Mack.”, I spoke up. “And, thank you for adhering to that. Paddy, you know Mack can handle this. Trust him!”

“O.K! O.K! O.K.!”, Paddy fumed, while cooling down a bit. “What the fuck is going on, Mack?”

O'Riley explained that “The Blacksmith Shoppe” guys had picked up their buddy Rafe, from the hospital, and took him somewhere. They were being watched to see how they would react to the message sent. Apparently it had effectively gotten through to all of them. It certainly had set gears in motion.

At that point, Paddy asked me to go check with Mary to see about possible refreshments. It was obvious he was hiding something from me. Though I didn't like it, I knew better than to hesitate. I headed for the kitchen, in spite of my own concerns he was possibly involved with something encompassing my son Ryan. Why else would he ask me to leave?



Paddy:

“O.K., Mack. Get on with it!”

Mack explained the group had been followed as far as some one-horse town in New Hampshire. It was at that point that his guy had lost all contact with his crew. He didn't know what happened, because, eventually, everyone went silent. The last he heard was the convoy had headed north out of town, and Ryan was with them. Where they might have gone was a mystery.

Damn it! I wanted my treasonous nephew in front of me! I had a few things to chat with him about!

Mack assured me that his guy had passed on the “request” to “acquire” Ryan, and had further emphasized that with Rafe's encounter. As far as he knew, in spite of current events, that was still in play, and he'd keep me posted.

“Don't back down on this, Mack, or I'll be coming after you, too! And, keep me fucking posted!”, I shouted, just as Sean returned.

I cut Mack off before he could reply.

“Is that brandy and scones that you've got there?”, I smiled at my counselor, and brother-in-law.

He didn't need to know about this aspect of operations.



Ollie:

It was a little after 10pm when we put the van, and Jeep, to bed in “The Shed”. Arie had presumably taken Gary home, and returned Elsa's Bentley.

Dan headed for his own car, after convincing Frank he should stay with us, rather than going back to his house alone. Since we didn't have a full picture of all the possible threats out there, it would be best if we all knew Frank was safe, within the fortress of “The Shoppe”.

The plan was to make everything appear to be normal tomorrow. I'd been in touch with Tino, and we'd be taking “Catch” out on charters. “The Shoppe” would resume, with the exception of Ryan not being here.

Dave, Frank, and I, decided on a little night cap around the kitchen's counter. Dave, and I, could tell that Frank was feeling a little distraught without Ry being around.

“I'm not sure about what I'm feeling right now, guys.”, Frank confided. “No other guy, including you two, and especially you, Dave, has gotten to me like Ry has. It's rather scary that I'm feeling the way I do about him. I'm finding it hard to explain.”

We both hugged him simultaneously. I'm not sure if it was me, or Dave, who said he could sleep with us, if he wanted, if it might help.

Frank thanked both of us, with tears in his eyes. I was finding it tremendously touching that a big, tough, guy like him could be so vulnerable. It just underscored that all of us were, more than any of us would willingly care to admit, delicate humans.

Frank assured us he'd be all right, as he declined our/my/Dave's invitation.

“You guys need your own time together.”, he softly smiled. “I'm a big boy, and I'll be O.K. I can't tell you how much that really means to me, though.”

We finished our Drambuie's, and Frank motioned us down the hall, saying he would turn off the lights.

 

[Kulindahr]

Why do I think Frank made a bad move?

 

[Rickrock]

I'm still following and am hooked on this story. Great job Kyanimal.

 

[DonQuixote]

Chaz, you are keeping the action moving, that's for sure.

I'm waiting for Paddy's consigliore, aka his brother Sean, to decide enough is enough - his SON is more important than his asshole brother.

 

[Kyanimal]

Paddy and Sean are elementary school buddies, and married to sisters, making them brothers-in-law. They know each other extremely well.

Sean is fully aware that Ryan may have betrayed Paddy, and knows what that ultimately might mean.

It's not personal. It's business. Still ...

 

[Craiger]

There are some very nasty people in this world..... I could name a few, but......... If memory servers me right, Ryan has a couple of cousins, probably Paddy's sons, that haven't always agreed with some of his ideas. Maybe between Sean and the two, they can cause the ultimate justice Paddy wields out be averted. Whatever happens, Paddy needs to be in the paddy wagon....

Craiger

 

[Kyanimal]

“Out of The Mist”

Chapter 148 of ? …



Ollie:

I could tell that Dave had been wired all day. Heck, all of us were on edge. We had inadvertently messed with Paddy Lafferty's operations, and now he had declared war on us, with his nephew Ryan at the center. Rafe had been drawn in, and payed for it. And, today, someone had been killed because of it. Who wouldn't be all tensed up?

I knew that my nerves were jangled. However, I'd been commanding myself to stay calm, and objectively take everything in stride, in order to keep my wits about me. I also knew I wasn't the only one feeling the strain.

Frank had nearly broken down in front of us, which was totally unlike him. I was leery of leaving him alone, yet also couldn't wait to get some “alone time” with my Love, Dave.

I suppose how tight Dave was squeezing my hand, as we walked down the hall, away from Frank, should have been a clue. However, what happened as soon as our bedroom door closed behind us took me by surprise.

Dave became a wild man! He grabbed me in the tightest hug I'd ever experienced, and passionately kissed me. I swear he was trying to tickle my tonsils with his tongue. He was breathing heavily when he finally pulled back, staring into my eyes. The image of a raging, snorting, bull flashed across my mind. Then I remembered to breathe.

His emerald eyes were fired up, and sparkling, like green lasers. His raven curls were flying about, reminding me of Medusa. He had morphed into a demon intent on possessing me!

“Don't say a word!”, he huffed, ripping my tank top in half, and off of me, throwing me on the bed, and pulling my shorts, and jock, down my legs, off over my feet.

“Don't move!”, he ordered, while furiously stripping down before my wide, deep water blue, eyes.

Though I was in a mild state of shock, there wasn't anything in this world that I loved more than the sight of “My” Dave's incredible body! His muscles were to die for. His accentuating body hair fascinated me. And, when he tore off his shorts, that awesome dick of his smacked up along his belly, making a loud “slap” sound. He was that boned!

I had NO idea what I was in for! I was expecting to get my ass ravaged. Given the way “Hoss” had jumped to immediate attention, nudging my navel, and my balls retreating, in an effort to protect themselves, I figured all of me was getting ready for whatever might transpire.

“Spread eagle in the middle of the bed!”, Dave nearly hissed.

Though he was scaring me a little, I complied.

“Pretend you're tied up! Or, I will make that happen!”, he directed, menacingly towering over me.

This wasn't going the way I expected. Still, I did as I was told, ankles and wrists to the four corners of the bed.

“Don't move!”, he repeated, one hand on the middle of my chest, pushing me down, as he walked around to the foot of the bed.

He was so hard that his dick didn't sway, or anything. And, I could see his silvery precum oozing from his pee hole, slowly dripping down over his engorged glans, and further down his rampant shaft.

He had me transfixed. And, “Hoss” was leaking, too, filling my navel with my own boy slime.

He smiled, then sighed. His shoulders drooped as he released some tension.

“Relax!”, he cooed. “Relax, but don't move. I need this. I need you to let me do this. Let me show you how much I love you!”

That was another unexpected turn of events. I wasn't in any position, being splayed naked before him, to counter, even if I wanted to.

He began by taking one of my feet in his hands, and giving it a thorough massage. Then, he took the other, and delivered those same incredible sensations.

I found myself letting my head drop into the soft pillows, closing my eyes, and enjoying the euphoria. He was lifting me into Heaven. Moments later, I discovered that wasn't even close.

He returned to my other foot with his tongue. Gently lapping my soles, then exploring between my toes. Though I'd been instructed not to move, I was beginning to squirm. I was fighting to keep as still as I could, but I was loosing that battle.

It didn't help when he moved back to my other foot, and was doing the same. Just when I couldn't help curling my toes, he began sucking on each one, which was driving me insane.

Had he not ordered me to not move, I would have been thrashing all over the bed.

It was a major effort to retain my physical composure/position!

And, that was only the beginning! My beautiful, “warped”, Dave was just getting started completely ravishing me!

That's probably why we didn't hear, or rather didn't take notice of, “The Singing Stairs” tattle tailing Frank leaving “The Shoppe”.

 

[DonQuixote]

I grabbed a copy and pasted to email, And set subscription to instant email in the future!

Just read it on lunch - been a busy day at work.

Great teaser - and worrier generator!

Where did Frank head out to - is he planning some personal revenge on Paddy, a night trip to see Ryan, ... ?!

May we have some more, sir?

 

[Rickrock]

Holy Smoke! I fear for Frank getting caught by some of Paddy's guys.

 

[DonQuixote]

Rick - you had to go and SAY it!

 

[Kyanimal]

“Out of The Mist”

Chapter 149 of ? …



Dave:

I don't know what came over me! Well … that's not entirely true. I knew exactly what was propelling me. It was my completely encompassing obsession with “My” Ollie!

He had become the central core of my Life! I adored him, far and above, anything that I could ever hope for! As far as I was concerned, this Beautiful, blond, blue eyed, guy was a God given gift, and a “God” in his own right! Not only for the awesome physical aspects about him, but also, mainly, for his Heart! What an incredible guy!

It wasn't all that long ago that I'd pulled him to me, out of the mist, not even knowing who he was. There was a threat then, which we knew much more about now. The current danger was proving to be more intense, purposefully targeted, much closer to home.

That had been made more obvious when those guys tried to ambush us in the hospital parking lot. That was the first time I'd ever been driven to use my marital arts skills outside of controlled competition. They deserved what they got, having coming after us. I only used what I needed to, though. I didn't kill them. That came later, for one of them, and not at my hands.

It had proven to be a grueling day. I was hyped driving the Jeep, under Arie's, and Bob's, directions. I was concerned for my passengers, but was still not all that sure what Ry had been doing with Frank in the back seat.

When I finally got Ollie all to myself, I couldn't help it. I let go all of the tension that had been building. My “Wild Guy” let loose! I wasn't sure how he would take it, but, then again, I was so ramped that I didn't care, as much as I truly cared. Does that make sense?

“My” Ollie, splayed naked before me, was a vision from Heaven! I was intent on showing him how much I appreciated, cherished, him.

I started with worshiping his incredible feet, then moving my way up over his calves, and thighs. His dick was straining to touch the ceiling, but I had other moves to show him how much he drove me insane, before getting to that.

I was holding his hips, as I licked his sweet precum from his navel, as “Hoss”, as he called him, kept trying to get in my way, wanting his own attention, which would cum later.

Have I ever described Ollie's “olive' toned perfect skin? There's just something about certain blonds. Rather than pink, his nipples were brown, very sensual, and perky. I discovered that what got them to stiffen was not just sucking on them, but rather running my tongue along his lightly furred arm pits. That really got him going! And, me, too!

I wanted Him IN Me! I wanted to become ONE with Him! I couldn't wait any longer!

After my tongue had explored his neck, collar bones, pits, chest, and navel, it was time to mount engorged “Hoss”, and take “My” Ollie into my quivering innards. His uncut tapered cock was a thing of incredible awesomeness. Getting his head past my sphincter was no problem at all.

The deeper that I took him into me, riding him, was an increasing, fulfilling, journey, as his rock hard dick widened my ass hole, the more I lowered myself down on him. When my butt had consumed all of him, down to his balls, I may as well have been sitting on a beer can!

Damn! That felt so good beyond description! I didn't want to bounce. I just wanted to squirm! I wasn't pumping as much as rotating, stirring my prostate into oblivion. It wasn't long before I felt him spurting his precious cum up my butt, which set me off, spraying his reclined body with my own boy sauce.

We made such an incredible, slick, sloppy, mess! I lowered my chest to his abs, then slid up, spreading my jizz all over him, then tongued open his luscious lips in a deep, passionate, kiss.

He was mine, as completely I was his.


Frank:

Thanks to Gary, and Cat, I had a name, knew who he was, and where he lived. I used my own key wand to slip the Jeep out onto Commerce Street, and head for his place.

I wasn't sure what I was about to do, but this fucker had attacked Rafe, threatened Ryan, and all of my friends/family. I was intent on making him pay!

We were now the hunted, but I was going to become the hunter, even though I didn't have a gun.

Though I knew he wasn't the main guy, Paddy, he was still an active link in the chain, and the closest I could get to at the moment.

I was about to send my own message.

 

[Kulindahr]

Foolish Frank.

 

[DonQuixote]

Love can provide the impetus for a lot of Rage when you feel those you love threatened.

I just wish he'd trust Arie and company to make sure they are all kept safe and the bastards got what should be coming to them.

 

[Kulindahr]

Love can provide the impetus for a lot of Rage when you feel those you love threatened.

I just wish he'd trust Arie and company to make sure they are all kept safe and the bastards got what should be coming to them.

Just about anyone who carries a gun on a regular basis knows you DON'T go looking for trouble! And if the other guy might have a gun, you go somewhere else.

 

[DonQuixote]

I wasn't arguing with you on that score at all, Kuli.

 

[Kulindahr]

I wasn't arguing with you on that score at all, Kuli.

I was affirming what you said.

 

[Kyanimal]

“Out of The Mist”

Chapter 150 of ? …



Frank:

How I happened to know who James “Jimmy” Harrison was, and where he lived, is not something I want to get into right now. I will offer that he was generally known as the area bookie, and somewhat of an oily scumbag.

I had never had cause to do any “business” with him, and was surprised that someone like Gary had!

Cat had claimed she didn't know him, but had fallen into the pit through a different slimeball out of Boston. I was certain Jimmy knew who Cat was, though.

His house was a couple towns over, in a very nice area. I suspected that his neighbors thought that he, and his family, were the epitome of “middle” America. All picturesque, and wholesome. I had to give him credit. He was an expert at scams. I'd even bet his wife and kids had NO idea what he really did.

I also didn't have a set plan. I was picturing me ringing his door bell, him answering, and me punching his lights out. My blood was boiling, I was sweating, and was vaguely aware I needed to get my shit together.

I slowly glided the Jeep past his place. The house was dark, except for the outside lights. No cars in the drive. Either no one was home at 10pm, or their wheels were tucked away in the two car garage for the night.

Rage was churning my mind. I went around the block. On my second pass, I could feel he was likely right there, but I still wasn't sure how I might get to him.

I made my third circuit two blocks wide. I didn't want to be too obvious on these darkened, quiet, residential, streets. I thought I might be imaging that there were more houselights on, next door, and across from him. I realized I was fucked when the squad car passed me from the other way, and did a u-turn behind me. He came up right on my ass.

As we had passed each other, I'd gotten a good look at the officer's face. His expression told me, “You don't belong here, Black Boy!”

SHIT! Now I was sweating for different reasons!

I tried to maintain my composure, and was praying that all of the Jeep's lights were in working order, and it's plates current. I continued heading for “down town”, and an escape back out onto the state highway.

Damn!, DAMN!, DAMN!

I dutifully pulled over when the flashing lights came on, accompanied by a short blast from the squad's siren.

While the officer was getting out of his car, and walking up to my driver's side window, I quickly undid my seat belt, got my wallet out of my back pocket, put it on the dash in front of me, then refasten the seat belt. I hit the button to “auto” open my window, all the way down.

Both of my hands were resting on the top of the steering wheel. His L.E.D. powered flashlight hit me full in my face, temporarily blinding me. I couldn't see the gun pointed at me, too.

“License, registration, and insurance card!”, he demanded. There was no, “Please”.

I grasped my wallet off of the dash, with shaking hands, and gave him my license. “The other papers are in the glove box, Sir!”, I stated, hoping that was true. “May I ask why I'm being stopped?”

“You didn't come to a full stop at that last stop sign, but rather coasted through it.”, he responded.

I didn't object that wasn't true. I knew damned well I'd completely stopped, certainly with Him right up my Black ass!

“Stay where you are!”, he ordered. Then waddled back to his car, with my I.D. tightly clutched in his pudgy hand.

I supposed he was running my license, and the Jeep's plates, through his computer. Not only was I sweating buckets, my stomach began churning. My forehead joined my hands on the top of the steering wheel.

The flashlight was back.

“Step out of the car, and put your hands on the roof! This car does not belong to you!”

Fuck Me! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!

He must not have liked the way I moved, getting out of the Jeep, and placing my palms on it's roof.

The gun shot was one of the loudest I'd ever heard!

I felt a tremendous, searing, PAIN, in my left hip, and crumpled to the pavement thinking, “Please, God, let that be the only shot!”

It wasn't ...