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Ace was sitting in the kitchen. Right where he was when Dana put him in his place about Jenna. Fuck Dana and fuck Jenna. Ace had his pride. He was drunk as hell, but he had his pride. Ace slammed back another shot and felt the burn on the back of his throat. His mind was in a million different places. He was thinking about all the shit he's done for the group. Ace thought as he calmly poured himself another.
Ace: That's right. Kick old Ace in the fucking troat and leave him in the gutter. He can take it. Like to see that bitch stitch up her own dam wounds next time she comes running back from the big scary world with a boo boo.
Ace was being bitter. He was pissed. He didn't like being talk to like an asshole. Even if he was one. He was charming and likeable and normally got away with reckless shit. But Not when Dana had a stick up her ass. Ace raised his shot glass to no one in particular and Slammed it back.
Ace: Well Ace, ye done fucked up a sure thing. Jenna was just beggin for it an now ye be back spending ye nights with old "sergent five fingers"
Ace laughed at his own joke about masturbation and calmly poured himself another as he began to sing. His eyes were slightly closed and he looked half asleep, he was really just drunk off his irish ass.
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Taylor had made her way back to San Simeon with a crappy car she found and managed to start. On the drive she had thought of many things….planning how to go about what she needed to do. Plotting….And wondering if Buster would still be alive the next time she saw him. Her shoulder was fucking throbbing though and as she pulled through the front gates she decided that one of the medics would be the best place to start out. No one would think an injured person had an ulterior motive for going to medical. However when she walked there the guy she was looking for wasn’t in. She had a specific person in mind that she hoped would be easy to convince…..A certain Irishman who liked his drink.
She finally found him in the kitchen. Tossing back some shots. He looked pretty unhappy….which was unusual for him. He always seemed happy and drunk…well…shit… Taylor walked over to where he stood and gave him a small wave hello. “Just the man I was looking for.” She said with a smile. She leaned around him to turn the half empty bottle around and raised her brows. Damn….. Strong shit. “I was needing someone to take a look at my back….but I guess I’ll just have to go to one of those girls in medical.” She frowned and reached over to pour herself a shot of his drink. ”Orrrrrr….I could just numb the pain.” She tossed back the liqueur, cringing a little when it first hit her tongue. Her tongue slipped over her lips and she handed the shot glass back to Ace.
“Not bad…..but what are you trying to drink away?” She ask and leaned against the bar. Wincing when she moved in a way that made her shoulderblade shift. Fuck…it hurt.
Ace was quietly, well ok.... Not so quietly drinking away his anger when in walked Taylor. He had seen her chumming around with that fucking asshole who wore out Buck's face and cost him easy access to Jenna's goods. Ace was holding the shot glass in his hand and he wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his jacket as he stared at her. She was casually strolling in like they were buddies but the truth was. Her fucking little boyfriend had cost him today. It was a whole series of events that he honestly couldn't blame on her but since he was lit, he had no problem shoving the blame in her lap. She was standing there after all. Ace set the glass down and stared at her as she grabbed his bottle and turned it .
Taylor: “Just the man I was looking for.” She said with a smile. She leaned around him to turn the half empty bottle around and raised her brows. Damn….. Strong shit.
Ace just glared at her for a moment, and when she took her hand off his bottle he leaned over and snatched it off the counter and started chugging from the bottle. He wasn't happy to see Taylor. Not when her little asshole boyfriend was the cause for his little drinky drink in the kitchen tonight. But still he was a man of god. He knew that JC wouldn't want him to not treat her. His eyes lulled over to her shoulder and saw the bullet wound. He smiled. Served her right. Ace took one last sip and stood up.
Ace: Sit your ass down love, ye going to feel this.
Ace poured the alcohol on her wound and picked up a dull knife off the counter and started drunkenly digging out the bullet. He wasn't shy about digging in there either. He was drunk and pissed off at Taylor's boyfriend in particular. It was good to release a little anger. He was good at sloppy patch and fix shit. And it wasn't the first time he'd removed a bullet like this, even before the outbreak he was doing this shit. He was a loanshark before and he had removed plenty of bullets from stingy assholes who didn't know that the words pay up actually meant pay up. Sometimes you had to ephasise your point a little and then you had to fix it so you could do it again. Ace used to torture people as a career choice, and then he would patch them up and torture them some more, it was how he got his money. This wasn't torture, he was honestly trying to get the bullet out but he wasn't being gentle, which made it more fun.
Last Edit: Nov 12, 2016 22:47:34 GMT -5 by Deleted
He didn’t answer her question but rather decided to take a look at her wound. Well…she needed it looked at…but not by a drunk man with a dull knife. She cringed and whimpered as he dug around after the bullet. Breathing a loud sigh when he finally stopped and she didn’t feel the odd bulge under her skin any more. She was crying….it wasn’t like her to cry but today had kicked her ass. And then the pain of him pulling that bullet out made it worse. She didn’t know about Buster’s little fiasco here…she didn’t know that he had nearly killed someone and Ace had to clean up the mess.
He was angry….Taylor had never been good at diffusing tense situations…she usually added to it. But Buster’s situation forced her to push herself places she didn’t want to be. And in this case…do things she didn’t want to do. She reached over and laid her hand on his arm and offered him a warm smile. “I’m sorry…you must have had a horrible day and here I am catching you when you’re trying to unwind… It’ll teach me to stay behind the gates more often though.” She frowned. The words about to come out of her mouth tasted bitter….but she needed the pity factor in her corner.
“Buster….I think he left me….” She bit her lip and looked away. Slowly her hazel eyes moved back over to Ace and she slid off the stood. Stumbling a little she caught herself by ‘catching’ Ace. She stumbled against him…but didn’t move away. “I’m sorry….I shouldn’t be..” But she lost her words. Seemingly distraught and attracted to the man before her she leaned forward. Her soft lips pressing against his as her hands rested on his chest. It felt wrong….it felt so damn wrong. She didn’t want this….But she didn’t know another way to get him into a better mood. Maybe some teasing would cut it…
She stepped back and her hand flew to cover her mouth. “Oh Ace I’m so sorry…I just….I’m just upset…and I’ve seen you around before and you were always so….” She let her eyes trail up him, no need to find the word for what her eyes were saying.
Ace had finished digging out the bullet and he left it on the table a bloody mess. The knife clinked down on the table as well. He wasn't cleaning that shit. Ace had blood on his hands. Had he been sober he would have put on some latex gloves, god knows what this little jessabell had! Ace was about to say something along the lines of "Be more fucking careful" When suddenly she became weepy, sympathetic. Softer even. She smelled nice, and her eyes. Her hazel eyes seemed to shimmer. Maybe it was the moonlight peering in through the window or the way they were saddened by the events of a rough day.
Ace: ye uh.... Ye be wanting to not move around to much, ye be sore as hell tomorrow morning!
Then she stumbled, fell and he caught her. He felt like for that moment he wasn't the asshole that Dana had been telling him he was. He caught her and kept her from falling right? An asshole wouldn't do that. Ace looked at her as she seemed to catch herself from saying something she had on the back of her mind. God dam, he thought. As his hands moved from her hips to the roundness of her ass. Ace dared to give it a squeeze and found it firm. He stood there half on and half off his stool. One foot on the bar and the other on the ground. And he had two handfuls of Taylor's ass and he didn't want to let go. He felt his lips press into hers and he kissed her back. Suddenly his tounge was diving into her mouth. Ace, wasn't questioning why it was happening all he knew was that he was glad it was happening. When only a few moments ago he was loving the idea of digging in her shoulder with a dull knife now he felt like sticking something else in her. Ace lifted her up and pushed her onto the island counter. Shit spilled all over the floor as he started tugging at what was left of her shirt.
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Taylor felt Ace’s hands on her ass. And she couldn’t help the thoughts that she was betraying Buster….This was to save him…But it was impossible for her not to feel as if she was doing something horribly wrong. She kissed him and he tasted of strong liqueur. His tongue suddenly diving between her lips without preamble or poise. She didn’t pull away. She needed to do this! She had never had issues sleeping with strange men before….so why now? And then he was picking her up and sitting her down on the counter. His hands tearing at her already ripped and torn shirt. Pulling apart the fibers until her obsidian bra could be seen beneath.
She suddenly grabbed his hands. Squeezing them she kissed him and then pulled back a little. Forcing herself to breathe a little loudly…As if she couldn’t control herself and wasn’t forcing herself to do this. “Wait Ace! Please….what is someone sees…someone is bound to…how many people are here anyway?”
And then as if to try to cover up her question her hands slid beneath his shirt before she pulled it over his head…planning to take it with her when she disappeared seeing as how he had torn hers to shreds. She leaned forward to kiss the taunt skin of his chest. Her tongue tasting the salty flesh as she moved up to kiss his neck. “Like that big guy that pilots a helicopter....what are there now…four or five of those birds?” She leaned against him and took the lobe of his ear between her teeth. Letting them slide over the sensitive flesh before she moved back to his lips. Maybe she could get enough answers before it came to sex…..He seemed pretty out of it. His movements were sloppy as it was.
Ace could hear her talking between kisses as bodies clashed against each other in what was in Ace's mind sexy as hell. He knew he was smooth, but this was the smoothest. In reality he was breathing heavy and expelling drunken breathe into her face. He was groping her on the counter awkwardly with his eyes half closed. His toung ran along the sides of her bra as his hands reached up and squeezed handfuls of warm flesh.
Taylor: What if someone sees? How many people are here anyways?
Ace: There are 72 people here love. Including the ones at San Simeon before us. Who do ye think keeps track off all the medical records. Aye! I gotta file on every one of ye. Health records, aliments, psychological profiles and mental health. I know everyting' there is to know about every person here love.
Ace said as he began to fumble with her bra which was like trying to solve a god dam rubix cube with your eyes closed at the moment. Ace fumbled and bumbled with the bra as he continued to bite her neck. His eyes were getting heavier. Sleepier. He shook his head as if he could phsycially dispel the tired feeling. He was horny as hell and he wanted this bad. Then she asked him something about the helicopters. Ace replied hastily trying to get her to focus.
Ace: We have 3 helicopters armed with 50' cals, a fleet of trucks, motorcycles and even a dirtbike that belongs to that Chance fella, we got more vehicals than we do guns love now if ye be worried about ye safety don't worry darling, i'll keep ye safe.
Ace said as he kissed her neck lightly and then.... He feel asleep standing up right there. He was leaning into her and already drooling down her chest. His saliva dripped into the cleavage of her breasts as he had already started undoing his buckle his belt hung awkwardly from his pants. Ace Milo had fell asleep.
Taylor had to fight against the urge to pull away when Ace fondled her breasts. When his tongue traced her skin. She sighed with relief when he caved and gave her some information. 72 plus San Simeons normal population…got it. When he gave her information about their vehicles she smiled. She could only assume what kind of information the mystery boss man wanted….statistics so that he could plan an attack. She would need to speak at another person or two and hopefully get enough info before she went back….And if Buster wasn’t still alive she would kill that skinny fucker who thought he was so damn smart.
She felt Ace kiss her neck and then he just slumped against her. Thankfully she was sitting on the counter….unfortunately he was drooling like hell all over her breasts. With a good about of twisting and wiggling she slowly let the guy lean down on the counter. She took off her tattered shirt and wiped away the drool that probably had a high alcohol content. She grabbed Ace’s shirt and slipped it over her head before giving the guy a small smile. He back and shoulder fucking throbbed…she didn’t know what his deal was….But at least he had given her a little information that would hopefully be useful. “Thanks Ace.” She said with a tiny smirk.
She didn’t know everyone’s names here…..there was the Julie woman….Taylor remembered her simply because she had been there to assist with the birth of her child. But the woman was also a big deal….Her and the Tegan gal had lead their group….so….speaking with her was a little daunting. But who would know more than her? Taylor bit down on her lip and sighed as she strode outside. She wanted a cigarette…so badly….Buster had always kept them in spades. With him gone she couldn’t go back to their room….she just couldn’t. She really couldn’t even afford the time to smoke….every moment she wasted was another moment he might get hurt even more.
“Just hold on…” She whispered as she leaned against the railing along one of the walkways. Her hazel eyes turning to the left at the sound of footsteps.
Bailey walked along the hallway. Her boots echoing throughout the mansion as she made wher way to nowhere in particular. She had been wandering around this place for fun since they got here. It was so fucking big, she could go in a new room everyday for the rest of her life and still not see everything. Bailey was stoked as fuck when she found the pool table the other day. That's here she was headed now. That is if she could fucking remember how to get there. Bailey walked along her walnut brown hair hanging over one eye. Bailey's boots thudding loudly. She was wearing a pair of leggings and her favorite plaid skirt. She had on a T-shrit and her leather jacket. She had on a pair of wool fingerless gloves and her hair hung in her face and was pulled into a ponytail in the back. She needed a haircut, but oh well. Bailey rounded the corner and found herself in the kitchen. Ace was laying on the counter and looked as if he passed out drunk. Bailey smiled and decided the asshole needed to wake up. He wasn't wearing a shirt and his fucking pants were around his ankels. He looked like he tired himself out trying to fuck the kitchen counter. God dam how drunk was this looser? Bailey wondered.
Bailey: Hey asshole! Sleep it off upstairs will ya?
Ace woke up and looked around. He had no dam clue what he was doing here or why his pants were down. He looked at Bailey confused to see her smiling at him. He pulled his pants up and quickly buckled them and gave her a look of annoyance.
Ace: What the fuck ye staring at twerp?
Bailey shrugged and walked out. That was fun, but finding the pool table would be more fun. Bailey pulled her cigerettes out of her pocket and light one up as she walked along the hallway. That was when she passed Taylor in the hallway. She was leaning against a railing and Bailey didn't even stop to say hello. She just walked right past her. She didn't know Taylor, not that she cared. She knew her as the chick who delievered Tyler, but did that entitle her to a life times of small talk just to be polite? Fuck no! Bailey was on a mission. A mission to find some fucking fun. Bailey pushed open a door leading to the next room.
Bailey: Finally! Alright bitches, who wants some billiards?
Bailey said the few scouts that were in the room. After she said this she left the hallway that Taylor was in and stepped into the next room.
Taylor stood there trying to plan a course of action when a young girl appeared….what was her name again? She was a sister to the boy…Bonnie? No…Bailey…yeah that was it. The girl lit up a cigarette and walked into a room that was apparently happening. A delectable looking smoke hanging from her lips. Well…she might know some of mommy’s secrets. Taylor sighed before she threw a smile on her face and went inside the same door. Seeing a pool table set up with a few scouts scattered about. And the girl.
Taylor didn’t do well with kids….odd for a midwife…but when they got mouthy her patience grew thin quick. Taylor walked over to the table. Waiting until someone took a shot and sent a ball whirling off the sides before careening into another on. There was a thud and the sound of cheers. Taylor tried so damn hard not to roll her eyes as she looked over at the girl she stood beside. “These guys cant play for shit….can I bum a smoke?”
She couldn’t help but think of Buster….what he must be going through while she was sitting here watching people rack up pool balls. It wasn’t right….he should be the free one… She nervously twisted the ring on her finger as thoughts of her husband filled her mind.
Bailey was leaning on a pool stick when Taylor showed up. She walked up beside Bailey and rolled her eyes at the scouts who were cheering at a somewhat good shot. Bailey was thinking, easy money. They were betting cigerettes on the outcome. Bailey would fucking love this game! Bailey would be rolling in cigerettes and never have to go out on a run for them, cus these assholes couldn't play pool if they fell off a fucking diving board.
Taylor:“These guys cant play for shit….can I bum a smoke?”
Bailey turned to see who was talking and saw that it was the baby mama. Or at least that's what Bailey was calling her in her head. She delivered babies. Bailey took a puff and leaned her stick on the table. She fished out her pack and tossed it to her before picking the cue back up and leaning in for her next shot. It was her turn. Bailey's cigarette hung from her mouth as she lined it up and the smoke drifted up and seemed to shine in the light above. Like a silver omen. -SMACK- Bailey was actually good at this game. She knocked a solid color ball into the corner pocket which got groans from everyone in the room as she confidently walked around the table. There was a drink (water) sitting on the corner of the table. Bailey looked at it for a moment, then at the scout closest to her.
Bailey: You wanna move that shit? How's a girl supposed to shoot?
The scout moved the glass and Bailey hit her next shot. She didn't get one in. She sighed and blew a puff of air that blew some of her bangs out of her face after she took the cigarette out of her mouth. Bailey walked back over to Taylor and grabbed her smokes after Taylor had got one. She stuffed them back in her pocket. While the scout figured out his next shot Bailey turned to Taylor.
Bailey: You look nervous as fuck. Why you so jumpy? You look like you just stepped in dogshit and walked on your new carpet. Back up will ya? You're cramping me.
Bailey turned her attention back to the game. Taylor would have to try harder to get Bailey's attention, Buster's life could depend on it. Buster's life could depend on a teenage girl with a foul mouth and a pension for being an ass.
Taylor watched Bailey playing pool. Trying to figure out a plan of action. But in the meantime she hungrily sucked down the cigarette like an addict getting their first hit in days. She sighed with a cloud of smoke and turned to the sassy teen when she returned. Bailey: You look nervous as fuck. Why you so jumpy? You look like you just stepped in dogshit and walked on your new carpet. Back up will ya? You're cramping me. Taylor had to clench her jaw to stop herself from being a bitch…or putting one in line. She took a calming breath and stepped back before she acted like she forgot something. “Shit! Fuck…I’m so screwed….David wanted me to get that damn rifle and here I am watching a game of pool. I don’t even know where they store that shit here in Cali. *she rolls her eyes before looking over at Bailey* I don’t guess you’d know? I really don’t want to listen to his bitching….”
She took another drag and shook her head. Hoping to go for the ‘everyones a jackass but us’ angle. “Guess I cant watch you kick these guys asses….gotta go look for a fucking weaponry.” She sighed and dusted a bit of someone or another off of Ace’s shirt. Hoping to pull off the whole unconcerned ploy. She wasn’t good at being an actress. Now seducing people she could do. But that wasn’t exactly a tactic for this situation.
“They got you doing some stupid shit here to? I miss Michigan.” It was more lies….but she kept trying to break down that wall.
Bailey continued to dominate the table as Taylor went off on a fucking tangent about needing to grab a rifle for David. She was stumbling and bumbling. Bailey was wondering why she seemed so .... distracted? She didn't think that was the word, but something was up. Bailey knew that much. Only thing was. Bailey didn't really give a fuck.
Bailey: You know, you should have told your husband to go fuck himself.
Scout: The guns are in the truck beds. We don't have an official spot for them, so they're stored in the vehicles for the moment.
Bailey: Hey! Dipshit...... SHUT THE FUCK UP! You wanna share with the class your social security number and your favorite color as well?
Bailey: Well baby mama, looks like you got your answer. They're in the trucks. Have fun playing fetch like a good dog.
Bailey didn't know that Taylor wasn't with David anymore. She didn't know the icy bite her words would have in that moment. She just knew that David and Taylor had hooked up. Everyone knew. No one in the group knew that Buster and Taylor had gotten married in secret. It wasn't like they announced it or anything. It was just something between the two of them, and that was enough. Bailey took a final puff of her cigarette. The scout who had moved the glass of water off the table for Bailey, was actually drinking the water now. He stood behind Bailey watching the game. He was about to take another sip of it, when Bailey blew out a cloud of smoke, turned and dropped the cigarette in his water. The guy stared at her in disbelief. He couldn't believe she just did that. Bailey leaned over the table and knocked n the eight ball.
Bailey: Game. Pay up bitch.
The scout she was playing against mumbled something and tossed a pack of cigerettes on the table. Everyone left, no one wanted to play against Bailey because she was cleaning them out and she talked a lot of fucking trash while she embarrassed you. Bailey reached over and swiped the box off the table.
Bailey: Seriously? You smoke fucking Dorals? They're free now numbnuts you don't have to get the cheap kind.
Bailey opened the box and counted how many cigerettes were left. She shrugged and looked up from her counting to realize that Taylor was still there.
Bailey: Ah, you decided to let baldy get his own rifle? Nice. You play? Bet you do. You look like you're used to knocking balls around.
Bailey said with a cockyshit smile. She was implying that Taylor was a whore. She liked to get under people's skin. Bailey didn't really get close to anyone, the last person she did was Melody and well.... Melody was dead. She didn't need new friends.. But she did need someone to play against. Bailey was a good source of information though. She was on a scout team. She knew scout formations, how many scouts would be sent out on what kinda run. She knew attack patterns and how they entered and exited when infiltrating. She had been through the scout training. She was trained by Dana Dillenger herself. Bailey looked over at Taylor.
Bailey: Well? You wanna play or what? * She said chalking her stick.* I tell ya what. Make it fun. If I win you swipe me some booze. I'm 16 no one will let me have any. It's the fucking apocalypse.... I think i'm entitled to get wasted. And if you win........
Bailey couldn't think of anything to offer up.....Maybe Taylor had a suggestion. Bailey's eyes moved over to her as she finished racking up the balls to see if she was going to have another game against Taylor or if she'd just be playing by herself.
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Taylor was having a hell of a time not snapping at this kid….what a mouth she had on her. But when one of the scouts told her where the guns were held she gave him a grateful smile. “Thanks hun.” She said before turning back to watch Bailey finish off the game. Telling her to fetch like a damn dog. Dumping her smoke into the other scouts water…Damn….girl was a bitchy little thing wasn’t she…But as the other scouts left and the girl kept insulting her eventually Taylor saw her opening….Bailey felt underappreciated…bingo.
She shrugged off the girls comments as best she could and watched as she racked up the pool balls. “Might as well…its not like anyone trusts me to do anything useful anyway. Fetching rifles and shit….but you’re in the same boat aren’t you?” She grabbed one of the pool cues and used the small bit of chalk that still remained. “Solids?” She ask the girl with a raised brow. Once Bailey had taken the first turn Taylor stepped up to send one of the balls across the table to hit one ball…and slowly roll before knocking the one she had wanted into a corner pocket.
“Maybe we should show them….I mean they think I cant do shit because I’m new or something, and I’m not just going to leech off David. And you’re young…for some reason they think a teen cant do anything…but you’ve survived this long with walkers and shit around….thats more than a lot of adults have done….”
She stepped back to let Bailey take a shot. An enthusiastic grin on her face. “Hell…I ran into a small little gun store no one had ransacked earlier today when I was out….I bet they’d appreciate some new weapons….there was a liquor store there to….I didn’t check inside it though…But with some backup I just might…”
Bailey wasn’t information…but she would be a hell of a bargaining chip for Nelson…and she just might be what saved Buster’s life.
Bailey eyed Taylor like a mother fucker when Taylor said she was in the same boat as her. Bullshit she was. Bailey was on a scout team. She was respected around here... Wasn't she? Bailey watched as Taylor sunk a ball. Luck, she smirked as she moved around out of her way so she could shoot again.
Bailey: Like hell, I'm on a scout team.
Bailey thought about how she had left to cool her heels and was literally dragged back by a fucking swat team, like a child. How Kern made her put a gun to his head to teach her a lesson and how Lawarence that chubby asshole kept calling her a spoiled brat. She realized. They didn't respect her, not the way they did the other scouts. Just because of how old she was. She wasn't even allowed to have a fucking drink when she wanted. Bailey's brow furrowed.
Bailey: What the hell do you know anyways?
Bailey's hurt was masked by her sharpe bite. She spit the accusation with a pain in her voice she couldn't hide. The last person around here Besides Julie and Tamara that actually listened to what she wanted or how she felt had been Melody and she was......
Bailey: I can handle my shit ok! I know how to shoot. I taught myself. I could hit a hair off a fly's ass at a hundred yards!
Bailey looked at Taylor while leaning on her pool cue. She narrowed her eyes at her and then, her face lit up when Taylor mentioned the liquor store. She didn't mind that at all. She wasn't reckless or careless, Bailey wasn't a thrill seeker or even that much of a rule breaker at heart. She just wanted to be noticed, respected and listened to. She covered up her insecurity, by putting up a tough girl act that normally got her ignored or hated, but it was the best way she found to deal with the world the way the world was now. Either people left you alone and didn't fuck with you, or they shunned you. It was a small price to pay to still be alive. Still, if it weren't for Julie and Tamara she'd have been lost. The lonliness would have ate Bailey alive before any fucking biters did. Bailey wanted to prove to Julie, prove to Tegan that she could handle herself, that she wasn't a little girl anymore and that she was a good fit for the scouts. It wasn't an official mission. Hell to be honest it was more like a beer run, but she was ready for it anyways. Bailey threw the pool cue on the table. She reached into the back of her leggings and skirt where her handgun was tucked. She pulled her pistol and cocked back the slide with a smile.
Bailey: Alright Baby Mama lets go! Beer run! Lead the way.
Bailey would follow Taylor out and get in a car with her excited for the chance to show everyone what she could do.
There was a part of Taylor that was rebelling against what she was doing. When the little spitfire hopped into the car beside her and the gate was opened Taylor took off. The car accelerated quickly before she could stop herself. She was all about taking care of yourself before someone else….but in this case it was as if she were taking a lamb to slaughter. She felt like shit….but she had a plan in mind…..as soon as Buster was safe….she was going to get him to the car or safety or something….and then she was going to shoot that smart ass fuck right between the eyes…She knew it would be a suicide mission with his goons everywhere…but she just couldn’t ditch this girl there for those assholes to what they pleased with.
Taylor kept up conversation with Bailey as best she could with her mind so conflicted. She loved Buster….she hadn’t ever loved a man….and yet that asshole had made her love him. She would go to hell and back to save him…she just hoped she didn’t have to take this girl with her. “Here we are.” Taylor said when the car pulled to a stop in front of where she had been released from. As soon as Bailey turned her head to look Taylor swallowed and used her gun to give the girl a knock in the head. It was just hard enough to knock her out for a few…not long…so she had to hurry.
Taylor scrambled out of the car and shoved her gun down into the back of her pants. Quickly pulling her shirt over top it she opened the passenger door and lifted the unconscious girl. When she reached the door to the building it swung open and one of the assholes was there. “Tell your jackass boss I’m back, and I have something better than info.” He let her inside before closing the door behind her. Taylor gently lay Bailey down at her feet and her gaze went to the empty chains. “Where…” She turned to quickly catch the shirt of the guard nearest her. The other had gone in search of the boss man. “Where the fuck is he??” The man nearly snarled before giving her a rough shove. “Boss didn’t want you dead…he said nothing about roughing you up bitch.”
By the time she regained her footing the man’s large first slammed into her eye. The pain blossomed through her face and she toppled backwards. One of her hands flying to cover the injured eye. ”fucking jackass!” She snapped. But her tirade abruptly ended when she heard another door open.
Post by Benny Fleetfoot on Nov 15, 2016 21:30:54 GMT -5
The door opened and it was Buster who walked in. Buster who had not been tortured this whole time but treated civilized and humanly. Given a place to sleep, food to satiate his hunger and even a few books to read. Buster walked in and saw Taylor. He thought of nothing else. Not the low ache in his ribs or the his face or hair looked like, Buster ran to her and threw his arms around her. Dam. He pulled her head close to his nose and inhaled deeply. He wanted to breathe her in. He couldn't believe she was back. She had gone to San Simeon and she was back well before her deadline. But why? Did she have what he wanted? Did she come back to ..... Buster noticed Bailey at her feet. Buster's eyes were worried. He looked down at Bailey and then back up to Taylor.
Buster: What the hell did you do to her?
Buster cried out. It was Tegan and Julie's kid. Or one of the little brats anyways. This was a ballsy call. This might please Nelson, keep them alive, but it surely mean that returning to San Simeon was off the table for good. Buster looked at Taylor, he was confused how did she even get her. How did she make it back here with a kidnapped girl. Then his eye, the one that wasn't swollen shut went wide.
Buster: Fuck Taylor! You know what the fuck you just did? Those guys are going to go apeshit when they find that little twerp missing! *Buster proclaimed in excited hushed tones, not wanting Nelson's goons to hear* They fucking leveled half of Michigan to get Julie back, you don't think they'd do the same to get back their foul mouth little shit?
Buster was worried that this was the fuck up that got them both killed. Buster was about to say something else when Nelson walked in. He was wearing a light blue button up shirt and a pair of slacks. His thick black plastic framed glasses shinning a reflection of the lenses. Buster shut the fuck up quick when he heard Nelson. Buster looked at the floor and didn't even bother to turn to face him. He squeezed Taylor's hand and didn't want to let go though he knew it probably wasn't going to be up to him.
Nelson walked up to see what the fuss was. He looked down at Bailey with a quizzical look and then back up to Taylor and smiled.
Nelson: Ah, you brought me a guest? Who is she might I inquire?
Buster didn't only hoped that Nelson wouldn't get pissed when he found out that the leaders of San Simeon's kid was sitting in the floor of his library.Buster couldn't tell if this was a good or bad play. He just knew it was a big one.
It was all worth it when she saw Buster safe and sound. Her hazel eyes softened when he wrapped her in his arms. She flinched when he looked down and saw Bailey. Turning to her with an accusation, a question. “What I had to….” She said softly. When Buster went off Taylor just stared at him. She had lost all the fight she had in her on the way. She had resigned herself to dying here…..and so his words held little weight. She shook her head a little. Still not speaking. But when the boss entered the room she squeezed his hand tightly. She’d be damned if he was taken away from her again.
When Nelson spoke Taylor nodded to Bailey before answering. “Your bargaining chip…..the daughter of one of the head honchos back there….I imagine they would surrender just about anything to have her back…” She said softly. Her hazel eyes moved to Buster’s face for only a moment before shifting back to the source of all their pain. “I also know where their weapons are stored, how many armed vehicles they have both on the air and the ground, also how many people were recently added to the group….and I will tell you all of this after you release Buster and he’s gone for ten minutes. You’re a smart man so I know you’ll keep your word.”
It was a lie. She didn’t trust him…not at all. But she needed to fluff that ego…convince him to get Buster out of here….She couldn’t have him here when she made a very stupid and risky move. She looked down at Bailey and hoped that she wasn’t about to get both of them killed.
“Ten minutes…that’s all I ask.” She said softly. Meeting the mans cold eyes with her own determined gaze.
Nelson looked back at Bailey. He walked up to her and loomed over her body. He turned his head to note just how young she was. Sixteen years old he'd guess. He studied her closely, almost creepily, but his intentions were not sexual in nature, he was deducing things about her. Her hair pulled back in a ponytail suggested to him a rough demeanor; someone who was "go get'em" and didn't mind rolling up their sleeves. Her shotty attire was another question entirely. The leather jacket, the plaid skirt and the leggings that were ripped at the knees. The entire ensemble completed with fingerless gloves and a pair of combat boots. It spoke of a person who was trying to seem edgey, cool; perhaps tough. Nelson deduced that she was right handed as the muscles in her right hand seemed larger than the left. And the fact that the right elbow of her jacket seemed considerably more worn than the left. As if she spends more time leaning to that side when resting herself against a table or counter, she clearly used it as her dominate hand. Her complexion was tannish, she spent a lot of her free time outside, though she lived in San Simeon and this was California that tan was easy to aquire, that was throw away information. Nelson could tell that she was rebellious and tenacious by the simple act of noting that her boots were left untied. In this day and age when you need to run at a moment's notice, why else would you go around with your laces undone, unless you were trying to maintain the tiniest of rebellions against conformity.
Taylor: “Your bargaining chip…..the daughter of one of the head honchos back there….I imagine they would surrender just about anything to have her back…”
Nelson's examination of Bailey took all of 5 seconds he took in all of the information he could gather as quick as that and was looking back up to Taylor with a smile. This one she brought her was a handful, and it was very likely that Taylor knew that. She was very anxious to get Buster out of here quickly. Nelson wondered why. What was the rush? He was a man of his word, though he couldn't possibly expect Taylor to take him at face value that would be decidedly stupid. Though she seemed to be .... Yes, he was noticing some interesting things about her now. Her posture, her body language. Her muscles that seemed tense. She was squeezing Buster's hand tightly. Frightened. She should be. Nelson thought, still smiling politely. Nelson saw the vein in Taylor's neck pulsing rapidly, her heart was racing, as they tend to do when you lie unconvincingly. But what part was she lying about? The girl? Nelson's eyes shifted to Bailey. No she seemed well cared for. She didn't seem underfed or overly cut up and bruised, as if someone with great resources had been keeping her safe all this time. Nelson's eyes moved to Buster. His smile widened. That's it.
Nelson: I don't see why not. You have gone above and beyond. It is to be commended truly. Buster may leave now. * Nelson lifted a hand and gestured towards the door.* You, have to stay here until I have the information I want.
Buster: Like hell she fucking will!
Nelson glared at Buster and Buster shivered but he didn't back down. He bared his teeth and clinched his fist. He was pissed. His fight was back. He held Taylor in his arms and he wasn't just going to leave her here. Buster was going with Taylor or not going at all.
Nelson: After you give me what I want, you leave. The girl stays. She's my ...... How did you phrase it? Bargaining chip.
Nelson snapped his fingers and a guard carried Buster to the door and shoved him out of it. Buster was kicking and fighting, he bit a guy on the shoulder and spit a piece of meat back in his face. The guy when to crack his skull with his gun, but Nelson stopped him.
Nelson: Stop! I said..... Buster can leave.
The guy shoved Buster out the front door and closed it. Buster was outside and was about to kick the fucking door in and grab his girl, when one of the guards from outside that Taylor didn't notice clocked Buster in the back of the head knocking him out. Buster went limp. The guy caught him and drug him off before dumping his ass in the trunk of a car.
------------ Inside with Nelson, Taylor, and Bailey ---------------
Nelson noticed that Taylor's vein in her neck was more rapidly now. It sped up when Buster left. That was interesting indeed.
Nelson: Well, my dear. I believe we have 10 minutes to kill. Have a seat. You look tense.
Nelson sat down at a table and opened his book. He was completely unthreatened by Taylor. Even though he was well aware that she was planning something. He knew it was coming, her body language didn't lie. He was ready for whatever she had in store. Nelson looked down and read his book completely disregarding her exsistance until the ten minutes were up.
Taylor couldn’t look at Buster when he refused to leave. She couldn’t let herself give in….He had to get out of here. When he wrapped his arms around her she trembled but didn’t hold him. She turned her head away when the guard wretched him away. Her lips twitching as she fought against her own nature. Buster was screaming but the door shut and suddenly his voice disappeared. She waited. She didn’t act out immediately. She had to give him time…hopefully he would go. It was in his nature to put himself first…just like hers. She could only hope that those tendencies would take over and get him far far away from here.
When by her estimate about five minutes have passed Taylor finally acted on her thoughts. The guy was just sitting there reading his book, sitting at a table as calm as could be. Her hand whipped around to snatch her gun from beneath her shirt. She was pulling it up along her side when she felt the pain…and then she heard the shot. She took in a shaky breath and looked down to see a hole in her arm. Blood was already streaking down her arm. The attentive guards action worked however. Her fingers lost their grip and her pistol clattered to the floor. She didn’t feel it…not really, not yet. Her adrenaline was pumping. Suddenly Taylor hunched over and snatched the gun with her other hand but by now another guard had reached her. Before she could even stand back up she took a swift boot to her gut. It was enough to lift her off her feet and she fell in a crumbled mass to the floor. She felt like she couldn’t catch her breath, her lungs wouldn’t open…..and then suddenly she could breathe. She loudly gasp, a sound that was a half cry for the pain ricocheting through her body. Her arm…her shoulder…her stomach…it all hurt.
“Fucker..” She croaked. Her hazel eyes cracking open to see her gun several feet away on the floor. Fuck. Her head rolled back against the cold concrete floor with a smirk on her face. She messed up….but they would get Bailey back….those people could do anything with all the power they had…And now that Buster was safe she didn’t have to give this prick any of the info she had. Buster could go back…tell them where Bailey was…and save her. She didn’t expect that she would be around long enough to see the girls rescue…But hell….she had done something for someone else for once….that was something…
She smiled at the guard that pulled his foot back for another kick. “Bring it bitch..” She croaked.
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
Oct 4, 2021 14:40:44 GMT -5
Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
Oct 18, 2021 22:34:19 GMT -5