"Are you alright in there?" I hear like a dream as I open my eyes.
It sounds like Brad, but why would he be here unless he has something to do with this again. Staring at Dean with his jeans on, I find myself wondering what just happened? I must have blacked out again and when I came to, Dean had already called the cops.
Hearing Brad's voice again, "I took care of the hitman." I watch as he opens the door cautiously before entering. Dean poised to pounce, waits to see what Brad is going to do because he has a gun in his hand too.
I look at Brad accusingly and ask, "Did you just shoot him?" He nods and I see Sam walk in behind him.
Feeling so thankful that it wasn't her blood on the floor, I rush over and give her a big hug. She stares at me with a shocked look on her face, but then starts to smile. "I was so scared, I thought for sure I was dead and then Brad ran in and shot him dead.&n
Thank You all.
"Stop. This is the police, put down your weapons and come out with your hands up!" I hear from outside as the police sirens blaze all around us. As far as I can tell, the shooter is just outside the door and he isn't moving from that spot. I watch the red, blue and white lights as they circle the room from Dean's strong arms. He stares deep into my eyes and says, "I promise, if it's the last thing I do I will protect you." Leaning down he kisses me on the lips and holds me tighter than he ever has. I can tell that he must be scared that if he doesn't, he will lose me forever. A door down the hall is slammed shut and then we hear more gun fire. The glass windows are being broken in the next room over, I can tell because it is so close. Afraid that we won't get out of this alive, I confide in Dean. I say breathlessly, "I have never loved anyone before the way I love you and if given the c
"They moved us to another set of rooms and have several guards posted at the doors. Nicole, I just don't know what to do. Honestly, I have never been so scared in my life of dying." I say to Nicole over the phone. Laying on the bed naked on my belly, Dean rubs my shoulders and then I feel his fingers sofly trail down my spine. He stops just above the dimples in my buttcheeks and traces the outline of my hips, while he stares at me intently. I sigh when he leans down and kisses my butt, smiling as he does. His nails rake down the back of my legs and up again, pausing for a second at the intersection between my thighs and then traveling back up my butt. My hips automatically raise to except him and he makes a funny noise in the back of his throat, before spreading my legs and nestling between my thighs. I feel his fingers rub my nub and the moisture that is spreading between them. Not hearing what Nicole sai
"You're pregnant?" Dean asks Samantha and she shrugs her shoulders. "Well, that's certainly entertaining. I'm assuming Brad doesn't know. If he did, he might convince you to get rid of it. What are you going to do?" He acts just mildly surprised when he says it. She answers quietly, "Probably get rid of it, because I don't want to lose my job over this. I could see Brad using this to get rid of me." I exclaim, "Oh please!" I have never seen him happier than he is with you. I would even go to say that he loves you in a weird sort of way and I didn't think he could love anyone except for himself." Dean lets out a burst of laughter and when we both look at him, he shuts up and folds his arms over his chest. Smiling at him, I suggest, "Why don't you go in our room? I will be back in there in a few minutes. Us girls need to talk about something important." He nods knowingly and disappear
"It says here, Mr. Robinson, was found dead at age 45 of an apparent breaking and entering. The lawyer was found dead at 11:12 a.m. by an unidentified male who was called by a person of interest." Turning to me after reading it in the newspaper, Dean asks, "Person of interest? Now you are a person of interest? What the hell is going on here?" "I don't honestly know. Matter of fact, at this rate I will end up in jail and then dead." I say mournfully, knowing that the sad fact is I am completely right. "Is there anywhere you know of that we can hide? Like somewhere out in the country that the lone shark and the hitmen wouldn't know about? I have family in Tennessee, but that's a long ways away from here and they might find out about them." Dean quickly says. A light goes on and I remember a friend from high school that I haven't talked to in years. She moved away to Illinois and I only saw her once sin
"The two of you seem to really get along and I noticed earlier that you weren't completely convincing in your answers when I asked if I had to worry. So do I?" Looking him in the eye, just after we get to the bedroom. He stares down at the floor and says, "Jenna, I am not going to lie. If we weren't together, I wouldn't mind screwing her, but we would never last. There is a reason why girls like that don't have long term relationships. It's because they love the attention and don't want to commit. Have you not noticed that she doesn't have anyone hanging around here?" Pissed now, I stomp off to the bathroom to run a bath and soak for a while by myself. Needing to clear my head of everything and think more about the trouble that Brad got me into, I sink into the hot water after running it for a good 20 minutes. I watch as I sink lower and lower into the water. Finally almost completely submerged, I ho
"Damn it!" I hear one of the men say when I wake up with a migraine and everywhere I look it's black. The only other sound I hear is the humming of the baseboard heater. I am assuming we are still in the hotel, because I remember hearing that exact same noise earlier in the evening before the men showed up. Tryng to free myself, I hear the man say, "Stop doing that, or I am going to have to knock you out again sweet thing." I smell the acrid stench of his cigar permeating through out the room and it almost makes me throw up, but I force myself to keep it together. Concentrating on trying to hear if Dean is in the room with me, I sit still and I wait to see if I hear him. I am finally rewarded when the other man kicks him and he groans in pain. Opening my mouth, I realize that he hasn't gagged me, so I go to scream, but think twice. Asking nicely, "Can I go to the bathroom? I have to pee really bad and I can't ho
"This is the police, put your hands up!" Someone yells and I watch as the two gunmen lay helpless on the floor, with officers on top of them. After all the commotion dies down, I run over and untie Dean.He looks up at me and smiles, then I know everything will be alright at least for the moment. Touching my arm, he leans over and kisses me passionately. When my hand wanders to the back of his head, I find out where all the blood on him came from. He has a wound about the size of a quarter on the back of his skull. They must have bashed him over the head with something when we first were taken hostage. Feeling around, I check to make sure that there aren't any more wounds running around. "Jenna, I am so glad this is over. I thought for sure this was the end for us the way things were going, but you are so smart and persuasive to get them to believe that you would pay t
"Jenna, do you mind coming here for a minute?" Sam asks and I follow her to the bathroom. The man sitting down at the table, is not an officer and I have no clue who he is. By the looks of him, he hasn't done any hard work ever in his life. Probably a business man by best guess or if he does work, it is something that doesn't involve manuel labor. I would have woke up Dean just as soon as I realized it, but I figured we could deal with this on our own. If it was another hitman, he would know soon enough when he heard gun shots echoing through out the room. Otherwise, we would handle it. "You know, let's feel this one out. So far, he hasn't done anything to us and he is definitely playing the part well. I just know that he isn't a police officer, there is simply no way." I stand next to the mirror and inspect my reflection before walking back out. As soon as we walk out of the bathroom i