Olivia mumbled in her sleep, turning over and grasping at her silken sheets before her eyes snapped open. Her body ached, wracked with unbelievable pain from her head to her toes. But at the same time she felt a certain, familiar satisfaction. She bit her bottom lip as she curled in her bed, her body and psyche craving for more. But more of what? Last night was a complete headtrip and she was sure that she had been hallucinating, but this pain proved otherwise. She rose from her bed slowly and slogged to the bathroom where she slowly dragged her gaze up to the mirror to meet the reflection of her eyes. She paused for a few moments, her expression blank before shifting to one of horror and then to anger. Her lips parted as she let out a nightmarish screech, her fists balling up before slamming against the marble counter to bring her more pain. She was damaged! Her body was her moneymaker and now she was damaged goods! Her fingers ran across her bottom lip, swollen and obviously busted. The slender digits and travel to the right side of her face dark with bruising and sporting a few cuts, her eye bruised and slightly swollen. The brunette removed her dress and turned slowly, keeping her eyes on the mirror as she observed the numerous lacerations, bruises, bite marks, and points where it appeared nails had dug into her flesh.
She remembered the previous night quite clearly – She came home fucked up and Robbie was there waiting. Then they had the best sex that she had ever had in her entire life. But it couldn't have been Robbie because he didn't know where she lived, she had left him at the café, and there is no way that he could've made it there before her even if he knew where she did live. She was a lunatic behind the wheel and under the influence. There was no way it could've been him. It was probably one of her usual lays and she was so fucked up and craving Holmes so badly that she simply thought it was him. I had to be it. All she had to do was get more of that grass that she had last night because it was so excellent. She also had to find out which dipshit was dumb enough to break into her apartment, tear up her favorite dress, and put hands on her. Sure, she enjoyed it. Only because she initially believed it to be Robbie. He was fascinating to say the very least. She snarled at her disgruntled reflection and left the mirror for the shower, the hot water soothing her aching muscles. She was out soon enough, covering up the contusions and lacerations from her head to her neck with make up before getting dressed and wrapping her hands in bandages. Normally she would wear a short dress or a short skirt and a low-cut top with sexy heels.
Not today; She slipped on a plain black long sleeve shirt and loose denim pants with a pair of comfy UGGs. She didn't want to wear anything that would put too much pressure on her body. After taking a few aspirins and grabbing her purse, she was out the door. She was headed for her elder brother's office, knowing that her voicemail left last night wasn't going to soothe him any and he would harass her about every detail of the encounter she didn't speak up first. A simple "he seemed clear" just wouldn't do. Patrick was quite thorough. Sometimes annoyingly so. On our way there, she passed by one of her usual spots where she picked up guys. All of the regulars hung around there. She exited her car, slamming the door for heading up the walkway and kicking in their door. The people inside jumped before seeing that it was just Olivia. Smiles came across their faces as they threw up their arms and called out to welcome her. But they soon lowered their arms and hushed as she ripped the sunglasses from her face, makeup unable to hide her busted lip or the a slight swelling of her eye and cheek.
“Which one of you sorry fucks broke into my place and did this?!”
They all looked to each other in fear and confusion, trying to figure out who was dumb enough to go and do something like that. “Oh. So we're playing the quiet game? Let's play a new one. Dodge bullet. I'm it.” She reached into her purse and pulled out a small revolver, aiming it nonchalantly nowhere in particular. “I've got this crazy migraine, a hangover, a swollen eye, and I'm coming down off this seriously wild headtrip. My aim might be a bit...” She stopped as her friend Marco jumped up. “Charlie! Charlie Winchester. He's been talking about wanting to deck you and give you a taste of your own medicine since you rejected him. It was probably him. He's young, big, and kind of stupid.” Marco immediately threw poor Charlie under the bus and signed the kid's death warrant. “Lovely. Cheerio then.” She put away her gun and put her shades back on, turning around as they began to without their phones and spread the word of the angered Hutchinson.
Arriving at Patrick's office, her walk was angry as she parted people like the Red Sea. People moved out of her way, forewarned of her vicious mood and rather unfortunate situation. Slamming the door behind her, she focused her attention on Patrick, ignoring virtually everyone else. “Got there before he did. Played a little with him. Nothing serious, just profiled him and got the same in return. Took our game to Maggie's down the street a ways and he busted me. Called me out as a Hutchinson. Hard for any of us to be obscure when people cringe at our presence. But maybe that's just me. Anyways, he flashed a gun but said he wasn't interested in having me dead. Casual turn into business in a heartbeat and I do believe that he is ready to conduct business with us. He's clever Patrick. Ruthless too. That's all I got.” She paused a moment before adjusting her shades and huffing softly. “Anything else? I've got shit to do, people to see, shipments to pick up, and a payment to collect.” She shook her head some as she reached into her purse and pulled out a baggie with a rainbow's worth of small pills, popping them all into her mouth and downing them with alcohol from a flask before lighting up a cigarette.
“This is the price of our line of work” Patrick smiled to his newly returned brother before getting up out of his seat. “I know why you’re here Harry, you’re looking for work right? Well listen, you know my stance on the family business. If you don’t want in, you don’t have to be in. I’m not Dad, I’m not gonna force you to take golf clubs to peoples knees. That being said…” He walked around the desk and handed a file to his little brother. “I know that you worked as a PE Teacher after you ran away” A grin crossed his face. “What? You think I really didn’t know where you were? Come on, blondie you know me better than that. I just thought you could do with that time by yourself, hell we all could. Anyway, I’m looking for someone whose willing to run fitness classes at the hotel. We have a state of the art gym and just think of all the lycra covered babes that’ll be working up a sweat. Pay is good and honest and you’ll have your own suite in the hotel. The job is yours if you want it”
Before any more could be said, the office door opened and in walked the spitfire known as Olivia. Then came her barrage of information in regards to her meeting with the American Robert-Ross. Paddy listened intently as she listed off how their meeting went. He leaned against the desk, folding his arms, he noted the bruises and cuts across Libby’s face. Any other time he would question her over their origin but he had understood a while ago that his little sister lived in a world where violence was a turn on and not an act of intimidation. She washed down a set of pills with a hip flash and Patrick did everything in his power not to slap her in the face. She was a walking time bomb, just like Barry. “Sorting things out with Charlie Morgan is the priority right now. Connect with the American again and tell him that I want a meeting on Friday. We can talk business then. Make sure you get those cuts seen to”
Barry climbed out of bed, the sweat layered heavily across his body. Another night of horror, the nightmares…He jumped in the shower and let the piping hot water wash the dreams away; at least for the moment. Once dressed, Barry looked at his check list for the day. He didn’t have much to do at the hotel; he would be called when needed. After sending a text to Emily saying that he loved her, the Hutchinson boy headed upstairs a couple of floors and knocked on a door. He was greeted by the gorgeous red hair and blue eyes of Orlagh who welcomed him in. Orlagh was his oldest friend, he could tell her anything. He was the one that had introduced her to his brother and he took great pride in that. Paddy Jr lay spread eagle on the sofa fast asleep so Barry and Orlagh sat in the kitchen to talk. “How are you feeling, Barry?” He looked at her and sighed before taking a sip of his cup of tea.
Sean was enjoying his Chai-Latte at his desk and looking out the window as the sun was still on it's way up. He was wearing a blue-tooth and dealing with the manager of a punk band who was exploring the legal options of suing a couple of 9 year olds in America. The two 9 year olds had made a video of themselves dancing around to this band's music and the video became a You-Tube sensation, and the band wanted to sue them for copyright infringement. Sean had cases such this and hated dealing with this band and their manager, but they met his one true requirement; they paid in full and on time every time. Not to mention they made him a good piece of change over the years, but their attitude left something to be desired and the way they acted in public made Sean hope that the band would eventually break up.
Sean decided that he had heard enough and said, "Look Martin you got grounds for a lawsuit there is no doubt. It's a clear cut case, and these kids will be working for you all for the next 500 years paying the settlement, but are you prepared to deal with the backlash?"
Martin asked, "What kind of backlash?"
Sean took a sip and replied, "For starters the public perception. The band made over 50 million last year and now you're going after a couple of 9 year olds for a You-Tube video. That makes you look like money grabbing thugs. For a band that preaches anarchy and disobedience now going after a couple of kids that's pretty ironic and borderline hypocritical. Not to mention the media I can tell you now built you all up and will rip you into shreds just as quickly. Third backlash from me."
Martin said, "What do you mean you?"
Sean took a good long drink and said, "I have a reputation to think of as well, and I will represent you all. However once the case is done I will drop you all as my clients and then represent the kids and crucify you and your band."
Martin asked, "Can you do that?"
Sean took another drink and said, "It's called working within the Moral Vacuum Martin, and I know how it works better than any human being alive. So unless you want to risk not only losing the best negotiator you and those psychos have ever had, and keep in mind there is a tour coming up and lots of opportunities for you all to make mountains of money if you listen to your lawyer, I suggest you all put out a nice statement saying how cute and fun the video is and move on."
By the end of statement Sean was almost yelling, because he felt this all issue was a waste of his time and dealing with Martin always made him feel like he needed a shower. There was a silence on the other end and finally Martin said, "Thanks for your council Sean. We will have a statement out with in the hour."
Sean finished his Chai-Latte and said, "Smart move Martin. I'll go over the contracts you sent to me for the band and have them back to you next week."
Martin replied, "All right Sean have a good one."
Sean said, "You too bye." Sean hung up and pressed a button on his intercom and said, "Brenda please come in here." Brenda his secretary came into his office and he looked at the stunning brunette who was dressed in a jade colored dress and said, "Yes Sean."
Sean pulled out the contract and said, "This is the contract for Stone Acid and their upcoming tour. Break it down into sections as usual and give it to our paralegals and interns tell them go over it. Look for the usual things and get it back to me by next Monday."
Brenda nodded and said, "Right away Sean." Brenda took the contract and left as Sean looked back out and continued to admire the view. Most cases a lawyer should do things like contract review personally, but Sean had an extensive network of paralegals at his command. Not to mention an internship with his name on it was viewed as a big deal so there was never a shortage of them to do work he felt that was beneath him.
Sean then put his blue-tooth back and called the United States. For the next two hours he talked to his contacts in New York, Pittsburgh, DC, Miami, Detroit, Dallas, Denver, Las Vegas, Seattle, and L-A. They were all charged with the task of finding out as much as they could about Robert Ross, and to report back to him personally by Wednesday. Above all else they were to be discreet and leave no stone un-turned.
Once that was over he texted Paddy:
--Meeting set with Charlie. 11 AM Thursday Devenger House. He accepted our offer of 10% for 6 months.
--Contacts looking into Ross. Will have information Wednesday Afternoon.
Sean then called Becca who was out and about shopping for some new clothes to take with her on her upcoming tour. Sean made the offer of lunch at the hotel. Becca made a counter offer of lunch at home and the rest of the day together. Sean cancelled the rest of his appointments and was on his way home.
Ian woke up early the next morning, he took a shower then dressed in a grey pullover shirt and black khakis pants, once dressed he crepted his way downstairs so as not to wake Mum and went to the kitchen. Remembering where Mum liked to hide her favourite brand of tea, he searched the cupboard to the right of the icebox, then reached amongst the stack of mixing bowls till he felt the familiar tin can and pulled it out with a wisp of a grin across his lips, at the risk of provoking Mums wrath, he made a pot of her tea then looked about for a local broadsheet, finding a copy of the Sunday Times in the sitting room. He went back to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of tea then sat down at the table a flipped through the broadsheet paying particular attention to the advertisements for Curry's, Paul Fredrick's, and the local Tesco's.
Having made a mental note of the things he needed after looking through the advertisements, he sat back and sipped at his cup of tea thoughtfully, last night at the pub, except for a minor dispute over a game of darts, it had been strikingly casual despite not having seen his Brothers in a number of years. He considered Barry's offer to arrange for him to stay at Big Brothers new hotel and wondered briefly how Paddy would think about that. Being Family, Paddy wouldn't overtly refuse of course, but yesterday during the Sunday Family dinner, the tension between the two of them on how exactly accidental Fathers death had been was still evident and only reinforced by their lack of exchanging words with eachother. He caught sound of Mum beginning to stir about and panicked slightly, despite being over 30 years of age, he still cringed at the thought of being cuffed about the ears whenever she caught him doing something that he ought not of been, like pinching her tea.
Ian hopped up quickly and set about the kitchen making a fry-up for them both as way of appeasement, of course now he risked having Mum's cook cross with him for messing about her kitchen, but of the two women, Mum was the one to fear the most, and he could almost feel his ears burning from the last wallopping she gave them and he smiled in amusement, recalling to memory the circumstances that had brought about him ending up with those sore ears.
“Yeah - Meeting on Friday. Got it.” She held up the peace sign lazily before rising from her seat and heading out back to her car where she prepared herself for putting on a pair of brass knuckles and handling an issue. She opened her phone before anything else, calling her sister Esther. As it went to voicemail, she cursed under her breath. “Why do people carry cellphones if they aren't going to answer them when people need them? Ugh - I'm making a mess later and I'm going to need some help cleaning it up. There's a nice check in it for you if you don't ask questions and don't tell anyone. Call me later.” She hung up promptly and made her way out into the slums of London, driving with a vengeance...
“No, he can't be tried again. Two years prior he had been charged with aggravated assault with a ready firearm, the charges pressed by the exact same woman. The evidence in the last case was inconclusive and he was acquitted of the charges. Double jeopardy states that you cannot be tried for the same or similar charges if previously acquitted of them. With how majorly lacking evidence was and how fucked in the head the only eye witness was, she's got no case. Again.”
“Jess being a little off has nothi-”
“It will most certainly be taken into account. She had been institutionalized for five years before and has been in and out of drug rehabilitation centers. Her eyes were bloodshot at the hearing. Who do you think they'll believe even if this case goes through? The man who was proven innocent last time or the woman who's still batty and on drugs?”
Keela sat in her office with her best friend Mat while discussing one of Kah's independent case studies. The starlet often helped Keela with her studies whenever the blonde Hutchinson didn't want to bother Orlagh or Sean. Kah shut her books and sighed, running her fingers through her hair a little. “I am beyond ready for these exams. And then I can finally relax and stop studying until next year.”
Keela hated her A-Levels, but it was necessary for her goal. Often times she considered quitting and taking Mat up on her offer of working with her. She had virtually the same skill set; But she wanted to help her family and she wouldn't squander her family's money or her knowledge. “Hey, can you keep an eye on Liam? I need to go speak with Orlagh.” Margarita lifted a brow but gave a nod before picking up her love child godson and heading out of the office to the playroom down the hall.
Keela was off to the elevator, shoving her hands into the back pockets of her tight jeans, her toes curling into the carpeted floors of the hotel halls as she stepped out of the elevator and approached her brother's door. She brought one hand forward and knocked softly, calling out beyond the door. “Orlagh? It's Keela. You home?”
"You are so handsome, yes you are, you're just like your Daddy." Orlagh beamed a smile down at her little son, lay on his back on the bed, squealing with giggles as his mother tickled her fingertips under his armpits gently, leaning down to blow a raspberry against his stomach. She heard the soft knock on the door and scooped Paddy Jr up, balancing him on her hip and pressing a kiss to his cheek, heading out of the bedroom. She heard the soft, familiar voice, and popped him down on the floor. "It's Auntie La-la! Go say hi!" She watched as he ran towards the front door at full pelt, a smile on her face. "Sure am, watch out, you're going to collide with your nephew, look down."
Keela opened the door and caught her nephew, raising him up above her with a smile. “When you're big enough, you can be my dance partner. Better practice though!” She pulled him down and nuzzled his neck some before setting him back down. She moved over to Orlagh and gave her sister-in-law a hug, her chest tightening as she stepped back some. “Paddy told you about last night, yeah?”
Orlagh squeezed Keela in her arms and pressed a kiss to her temple. "He did love, he came home all grumpy, but didn't tell me all the details. Want a cup of tea and you can tell me about it?"
Keela nodded with her nephew around her legs. After tea was fixed she positioned herself on the couch with Orlagh, one hand gripping her mug and the other running through her hair. “I don't like keeping things from Paddy. Or any of you, for that matter. But I want Liam's father to be part of his life so badly. But I shouldn't have to be afraid to be seen in public with him at the park with Liam and holding his hand for fear of Paddy or someone else whisking him away to bludgeon him to death. I'm more mature than they give me credit for. If I have to move out and live on my own to prove it, I will. I just want him to trust that I know what I'm doing."
Orlagh sipped her tea gently, smiling softly, re-assuringly. "And what do you want me to about it love? You know I can't keep things from Paddy, he can tell. So I don't want you to confide too much in me because I'll want to tell him." She stirred her tea a little and handed Paddy Jr another quarter of a sandwhich.
“I know, I know.” She sighed some and closed her eyes as she tried to gather her thoughts. “I just...Could you talk to him? Just calm him down a little before I talk to him again?” She drank the rest of her tea before setting the mug down and checking her phone. “Sorry - Mat and I are taking a trip for the day. We're taking Liam to the beach.” She smiled and stood before giving Orlagh another tight hug, leaving the apartment quietly with a bit less stress than she had initially felt upon arrival.
“Okay...So. Here it is.”
Oliver had gotten out of bed early, calling up Margarita to sit with Keela and Liam while he went out to "conduct business". In honesty, he had gone to his apartment and gotten dressed in semi-formal wear, making sure to look his best for a very important meeting. He had drank damn near seven cups of coffee and an entire pitcher of tea to calm his nerves, smoking an entire pack of cigarettes in about ten minutes. He was more scared than he ever had been in his life. After spending ten minutes in the restroom, he was off to Molly's. He gave her a tight hug as soon as he had arrived and sat down at the table with her.
Molly was a little surprised to see Oliver arrive at her door, especially dressed so much more formally than usual, but she'd adopted him into the family years ago, and treated him just like her son, inviting him in with a warm smile. With the kettle always boiled at her home, she poured out two mugs of tea and settled at the kitchen table with him, her hands wrapped around the warm cup, lifting it to her lips to take a sip, eyeing him softly. "Go on then love, spit it out, you look like you're going to explode."
“Miss Molly - I love this family more than anything. You guys were there when I had nobody. And you; You practically raised me. I'm...I'm tired of hearing Keela cry herself to sleep every other night after she puts Liam down because she's so tired of keeping secrets for and from everyone and she fears that you look at her and see Libby slowly taking form in her. She doesn't know I'm here. She would murder me if she did know...”
His eyes were dull and a bit watery as he gave a shrug. “But it seems like a lot of people want my head on a stake these days.” He reached into his vest pocket and pulled out a black velvet ring box, opening it to reveal a delicate wedding band and engagement ring. “But...I love her and I want to ask her hand in marriage. Please; Hear me out. I know that there's a rather large age gap and what we did...it could have waited. But it just happened. She talked to Paddy last night and he said she had to ask you. But, I knew that she would be too frightened and would just wait longer and make it all worse.”
He realized that he had been rambling nervously, his hands wringing a napkin as though choking the life out of it. He paused to let Molly take it all in, a mixture of fear and confidence in his eyes.
Molly listened carefully as Oliver spoke, and her eyes widened just slightly as he pulled out the ring, but he looked so nervous, she just shook her head softly and chuckled that motherly chuckle that often left her lips. "I've seen this coming, of course I have. I've known all along Oli love, I'm her mother and of course I could tell the history between you. I just wanted to hear it from her, not just guess, but I suppose that's the way it goes. But you don't just have to convince me, of course, you have my blessing, but you need Paddy's, you know he's the male head of the family, just like Keela's father. Pick your timing carefully." She reached out to pat his hand gently, smiling softly.
He had never cried before. Not even when his parents had passed on. But here he was with tears in his eyes as he clasped Molly's hands, struggling to choke out a thank you. He had been positive that she was going to slap him and call Patrick to handle him. God was truly shining on him this day, as he would live another day with less weight on his shoulders as he went home to see his family. “I...I know. We're working on it.” He sniffled some before grabbing the cup of tea set before him, drinking slowly. “God...I feel...Like God himself is watching over me right now.”
"But you know love, with so many siblings, you break her heart and they'll be lining up to break bones. But you've been part of this family long enough to know that." She nodded gently to him and gestured to his mug. "Now drink your tea, you're through half the battle and you're going to need your strength for the rest of it. I'll do my best to help. And make sure Orlagh's around, you know she can diffuse Paddy if he gets too angry."
“I know...I know.” His voice was a murmur as he drank the rest of the tea before setting the mug down, glancing over to Molly. “She misses you, y'know?”
A sad smile crossed over Molly's lips. "I know love, I just wanted her to tell me herself. It's really forced us apart. I'm struggling lately to control all of my kids. Paddy is so work concerned, Barry is so broken, and Olivia is running wild, sometimes I just have to distance myself from them one at a time to figure out what to do. You'll be the same with Liam eventually, children are bizarre things you know." Oliver gave a weak smile before checking his phone. He had some business to handle. Standing up, he moved to give Molly a tight hug before sighing. “Again, thank you. So much. But it's Monday and someone's being rather tight-lipped. 'Fraid my services are being requested.” He took the ring box and gave her another hug and a kiss on her cheek before making his way out, a wide smile on his face.
Sean was sitting on the bench swing on the front porch of the farm house wearing a pair of workout shorts and a green work shirt while enjoying a nice afternoon. Becca had been showing off her last additions to her wardrobe and Sean was allowed to take them off of her. For some reason that was Sean's favorite part of the exercise.
The weather was picture perfect and had it been not for his hamstring injury Sean would've been off running, but he and Becca found other ways to be physically active that were more than satisfying. The AC was off, the windows were all opened, a gentle breeze blew thru as he read some of the reports on Holmes on his I-Pad. Some of his sources knew who he was and they were giving him a decent/workable picture of who he was. One thing was for certain Holmes was not an undercover agent. The picture Sean was getting was a man who was very smart and had great ambition, but also a volatile temper. He made deal with the Morgans and, to be kind, it was a disaster which meant he was looking to strike a deal fast and that put the Hutchinson's in a position of strength. Paddy would be pleased with this turn of events.
Becca walked out side wearing a white oxford cloth shirt and a pair of black shorts. Carrying a bottle of white wine and two glasses she sat the items on the table, and sat next to Sean. Sean shut down his I-Pad as Becca began fixing two glasses of wine. She said, "I woke up and I couldn't find you. I was afraid you might've done something stupid like actually tried to go running today."
Sean chuckled and said, "If I can run to the mailbox and back I'll count it as a moral victory. I'm done for at least a week."
Becca handed him a glass and Sean said, "Thank you."
Becca smiled and said, "You're welcome." The two toasted their glasses and Becca cuddled into Sean as he gently rocked the porch swing and was deep in thought. Becca said, "Penny for your thoughts."
Sean replied, "Just thinking about you being gone for so long. Have I told you lately how much I hate you being gone?"
Becca said, "I'm not crazy about it either, but it's nice that so many people like my work and I enjoy seeing the country that gave me you."
Sean replied, "I just worry about you Becca. That if something happened to you I couldn't do anything all the way here, and going back to the U-S could be difficult for me. You know?"
Becca looked up at him and said, "I know, but know this Mr. McPherson. I'm over 21 and something could happen to me here just as easily in the U-S, so have a little faith if you would."
Sean smiled as he looked at Becca and said, "Fair enough love."
The two kissed and Sean said, "When this tour is over I know you and I have discussed children over the years, and I've told you about my reluctance about it and so on. Well...."
Becca smiled and asked, "Are you sure?"
Sean nodded and said, "Yes. I've thought about it and I have no doubts anymore. Let's do this."
The two kissed again and Becca said, "If I could I'd cancel the tour tomorrow, but now I have another reason besides you and my family to look forward to when I come back here."
Sean said, "I love you Becca."
Becca replied, "I love you too Sean."
Olivia was satisfied with her accomplishments that day, having successfully disposed of the accused Charlie Winchester for beating her. She earned a few more cuts and bruises in the process, she she disposed of him through a rather vicious curb stomp. Now with her vintage black and white wear, she found herself speeding towards the bar where she had first met Robbie. He was already inside when she arrived in her green car. She gave a honk and rolled down the windows, taking another drag from her joint before putting it out and flicking it out the window. While she waited for him, she took another swig from her flask.
Robbie sat on his usual seat, drinking his first glass of bourbon and branch. He had just brought the fire water to his lips when he heard the sound of a car horn. Hde turned his eyes to the window and noted Olivia Hutchinson sitting in her parked car. He swallowed the whiskey in one go and got off of his stool. Adjusting his tie as he walked, Robbie-Ross left the bar and made his way over to Libby's car. He dropped down to almost knee height to be on eye level with her. "Libby, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
“Friday. Big brother wants to have a meeting with you. And right now, I'd like to take a little drive with you.” She turned her heads towards him, lifting a brow carefully before clearing her throat. “Perhaps we can stop by Roarin Kitty - The drinks there are to die for and the drugs are even better.” She gave a light smirk even though her heart was pounding in her chest. She didn't want to just take a ride with him - She intended on getting him home. She was all too curious to see if he was as good in bed as she imagined, unaware that the two had already gone a round.
Robert-Ross got into the passenger side of the car and buckled up his seatbelt. "We're not going to the Roarin Kitty. Take me to your place" He spoke calmly and precisely. His voice was soft yet authorative and his eyes never left hers. He pulled out his phone and added the date of his meeting with Paddy to his calendar and then quickly made a swift text to his driver to sort a few things out. He returned his attention to Libby, admiring her form fitting black and white dress before raising his gaze to her face once more. "Now...shall we go?"
She bit her tongue and narrowed her eyes but took another swig of the indeterminable liquid before slamming on the gas pedal and taking off through the streets. They arrived at her apartment within five minutes, the entire ride silent. Every now and again she would glance over at him with curiosity. As she got out of the car she motioned for him to come with her using an index finger. “Seems like you've got something weighing on your mind. Do tell.” She spoke over her shoulder as she unlocked her door and stepped aside for him to step ahead of her.
Robbie stepped inside the apartment and quickly scanned the rooms. There was still some residual damage left over from his previous visit. A small, rattlesnake smile crept upon his face before disappearing once more. "Seems like you had a bit of trouble here..." He took off his black, thick rimmed glasses and placed them into his suit jacket pocket. Quickly he spun on his heel and grabbed Libby by the throat, pinning her up against the wall and pressing all of his weight upon her. "...I think you like trouble don't you? I think you're an addict and it's gonna get you killed one day." He let out a shallow breath as his lips hovered over hers. "Yet I think you know that and you just don't care."
Before she could respond to him the door was slammed shut and he was on her like cold on ice. What in the hell was he on about? What did she care? She felt her cheeks flush red as she gave a cocky smirk. “You should ask around why they call me The Hutchinson Shame. Trouble, my dear, is my middle name. You seem to attract trouble yourself. Are you aware that because of you, a young man was beaten to death earlier today?” It took her a little while but she dug through her high and put the puzzle pieces together. This was for sure Robbie. This was no coincidence. She remembered the way he smelled and the way he felt pressed against her. Yeah. She wasn't crazy.
"I wasn't aware but to be honest, I don't really care either way. We are all just meat and blood with bone to hold it all into place. Everybody dies but not every gets the chance to live." He began tp apply pressure to her throat, squeezing down on her wind pipe. "You. You know how to live, it's intoxicating. You're intoxicating. I called you an addict, I think you're becoming my addiction." He gave in to the primal heart that was beating inside of him and dug his lips into hers in a hard kiss.
Most people may have thought his words to be crazy and sick but she found them darkly, tragically poetic. She hardly knew this man and yet she felt as though he knew her better than anyone else. A hoarse and desperate whine emitted from her as she struggled to breathe, her arms wrapping around him as she nipped his bottom lip, drawing blood from him. A smirk donned her features as she ripped away from the kiss before licking her lips. “I have that effect on people. But you should know, I'm not really an exclusive sort of girl. Settling down isn't my cup of tea and neither is being owned.” As much as it turned her on, Olivia was a Hutchinson. She was nobody's lapdog and certainly not their prize or their "booty call". She was a thoroughbred born and raised and she would not have that taken from her.
Looking at her sick smile, Robbie didn't say a word after she had spoken. He pulled her up from the ground, her legs wrapping round his waist. He carried her across the apartment to the bedroom before throwing her down onto the bed. He took off his jacket and climbed on top of her. "Shut up." He hissed before he began kissing her again
Something about him made her blood boil but she wasn't sure if it was hate for him or just plain lust. Love, maybe? Ha! What the hell did Olivia Hutchinson know about loving people? She loved drugs and alcohol. But she couldn't deny that Robbie stirred something deep and primal within her that seriously made her want to just spend hours, days on end locked in a house doing nothing but getting high, drinking, and fucking. But. Baby steps. So she would start with one night at a time. She forced him out of the kiss and flipped him onto his back, straddling him. “You're in my world now, cowboy. You're gonna play by my rules.”[/FONT]
After the fry up and two more cups of tea, Ian called for a cab and had the driver take him to Dagenham Motors and thirty minutes later he settled on buying a 2013 Mercedes-Benz sprinter cargo van. He was prepared to spend the rest of the morning and early part of the afternoon working through the financing and paperwork, or at least he was until they learned he was a Hutchinson, and Patrick's Brother, after that the paperwork and signing were rushed through despite the customer's that were ahead of him, plus they even gave him a full tank of petrol,"Being a Hutchinson might have a few decent perks afterall", He mused to himself as he drove off the lot in his new van.
Having saved himself at least a half a days time at the dealership, he drove to the local office of the Companies House and put in papers to startup his own Handyman/Cabinetry business, nothing like what he was used to doing as a Royal Engineer,of course,but tinkering about with small project's was a pastime hobby he'd taken up when he could and now he saw no reason why he couldn't make a go of it as a profession. Though not quite as promptly as the car dealer, once again his last name got the process moving along much more quickly and by midday he was the proud proprietor of 'Ians Home Remodeling and Repair Construction service'.
To celebrate his good fortunes,he drove over to Currys and bought himself a new cellphone and laptop along with some business and accounting software, then several pairs of work dungarees, shirts, socks and men's briefs. After stowing the packages in the back of the Discovery, he decided to treat himself to a meal at the Laughing Gravy Bar and Restaurant then stopped off by the Stag for a pint afterwards before going on back to Mums house for the night.
Sean stood in the middle of the terminal at Heathrow Airport as Becca finished her final check-in and got her seating assignment taken care of. Her agent had arranged for a private jet to take her to New York, but Becca didn't want a big deal made over her. As Sean studied the plane he was wishing Becca had taken her agent up on his offer for the private jet, because with the impending meeting and the unpredictable nature of the Morgans and not to mention dealing with Holmes made Sean very uncomfortable. He always was a bit leary of anyone he didn't know being near Becca, and was terrified that something would happen to Becca and there would be nothing Sean could do to stop it. At this moment every grounds person and person waiting to get on that plane was looking very suspicious to Sean. Sean looked outside with a laser like intensity and a look on his face that said "avoid me." Once this was over Sean still had the meeting to attend and that was not exactly filling him with joy.
I could use several drinks right now.
Becca approached him and said, "Everything is set. I have a limo waiting to pick me up at the airport."
Sean absently nodded and said, "Good."
Becca realizing that she didn't have his attention said, "And waiting in the back of the limo will be the entire New York Jets offense and I plan on letting them have their way with me, and then I plan on doing a couple of shows at a Gentleman's club in Manhattan."
Sean again absently nodded and said, "Sounds like fun." Out of the corner of his eye he saw Becca with her eyebrows raised and it was then Sean realized he had just been busted. He closed his eyes and bowed his head. Sean then looked at Becca and said, "Sorry love I got a lot on my mind and only about 2 % of it has to do with the meeting today."
Becca asked, "Where's the other 98%?"
Sean put his arms around Becca and said, "All on you."
Becca nodded and replied, "Still worried about this one? Don't be I'll be fine."
Sean said, "I realize that, but I just have a bad feeling Rebecca. I wish you would reconsider letting me have Paddy send a couple of guys to watch over you. You won't even know that they're around, or let me take a leave of absence and go with you."
Becca realized just how worried Sean was because he rarely ever called her Rebecca and when he did it usually meant Sean was being very serious.
She looked at him and said, "Sean look at me." Sean looked at Becca and she continued, "It'll be all-right. I may not be involved in the family business as it were, but I've been around long enough to know when something is amiss. I know all of your contacts in each of the cities I will be in and I am sure you have already called to ask them to look after me, so with that in mind have a bit of faith in me."
Sean nodded and replied, "All right darling I will."
The announcement for passengers to begin boarding was made and Sean and Becca kissed as the announcement was made two more times. Sean said, "I'll miss you and I love you Rebecca."
Becca replied, "I love you too Sean. We'll call and Skype and all that it'll be fine."
Sean nodded and they kissed once more and then finally they stopped. Sean said, "All right beautiful one time for you to go impress the U-S. I'll see you next month in San Francisco."
Becca smiled and replied, "Stay out of trouble and take care of the family."
With that Becca boarded the plane, and Sean stayed until the plane turned into a dot on the horizon.
Sean left the airport and made his way to the Devenger House. To be kind the house was a glorified log cabin. Very rustic and crude with no cell phone signal, and it was the perfect place to conduct business. Sean unlocked the front door, cut on the lights, and built a fire in the fire place. Once the house started to warm up Sean took his customary seat at the table where he would be seated at Paddy's right hand. Sean began to review the information he gave Paddy the other day about Holmes. Sean wasn't sure what Paddy thought of him but Sean knew Paddy well enough to know that trust didn't come easily with Paddy and it would have to be earned.
Just then his counterpart for the Morgan's Edmund entered the house. Sean stood up and the two men shook hands Edmund and said, "Good to see you again Sean."
Sean replied, "Likewise Edmund."
The two then began the tradition of preparing the bar for each other's family. It was an act of trust that served two purposes. First it helped establish that the two sides trusted each other not to poison one another or drop in any truth serum, and two it helped people relax.
Edmund said, "I assume that your wife's flight got off all-right."
Sean replied, "Yes it did. Hey when the meeting's over you up for some dinner?"
Edmund asked, "Where at?"
Sean replied, "Yauatcha."
Edmund said, "Looking forward to it."
The two men finished their bar preparations and then fixed each other a drink. Edmund said, "To a successful meeting." Sean replied, "Here here." The two men toasted and threw back their drinks. They then took their customary seats at the table and busied themselves looking over various notes waiting for the others to arrive.