A New Day, A New You part 4

Guy: Tuesday Morning

I saw Imelda off for home about two hours ago, she has her business and I have mine but having a nice night alone with the wife or wives is always a good thing. I put our early morning conversation on the back burner as I proceed to handle the current task at hand. First thing is Stuart walking into the tech center that was once Claire’s living room and immediately he starts unplugging things while talking with Jun. Apparently he knows a better way to set up the equipment and even starts putting color coded tabs on the more high tech systems so that reassembly at a later date will be easier. Biggest point is that Jun is happy with the changes and is off to the races to find our wayward hacker that Mr. Weisner has on his payroll at best and freelanced at worst. I am giving out orders to my team as Claire and her boys listen quietly from the kitchen, Isaac is on Mr. Weisner while I put Wilma on standby with Stuart for phase one on the hacker. Ben is quiet this morning but when I tell him to find me an ally with Mrs. Montgomery’s former bosses he’s happy to get on to business.

I swear Wilma is a robot some days; Katy has her so geared to whatever she says that if Katy tells her ‘Martha Stewart’ the woman just starts cleaning and cooking. She made breakfast for everyone this morning and after the cleaning crew overhauled the house she’s doing a wonderful job of keeping it up to a better standard. I notice that Claire has been upstairs for a couple minutes and I decide to look in on her and see she has her phone out and is talking to someone.

“I found him Meri…. Yes I found your mystery man…. No he’s here and I didn’t tell him that you were the one who pointed me towards the PI down there…. He’s not going to do anything he’s not scary like you said he would be,” Claire says turning and seeing me in the doorway of her bedroom.

“Claire hand me the phone,” I tell her holding out my hand.

Slowly she hands me her smart phone and I smile as I look at the name, Meredith is very familiar to me.

“Hello? Claire are you there,” I hear Meredith ask from the other end.

“Hello Meredith,” I say into the phone smiling.

“Oh my god Guy. I swear I didn’t tell her your name or anything, I promise I didn’t think she’d find you. Please don’t come after me,” Meredith says into the phone fearful and panicking.

“Meredith I want you to calm down please, I’m not mad but I am… disappointed. Your friend, now our friend, was in trouble and you didn’t call me? Meri I am beginning to think you don’t want me as a friend anymore,” I say into the phone still smiling while Claire sits on her bed scared for her friend.

“Guy I am sorry I didn’t mean to betray your trust. After everything you did for me and my family I still feel like I owe you,” Meredith says trying to plead to my merciful side.

“Meredith again please calm down, take a few breaths,” I say waiting for her fear to tone down a few notches,” Now I’m not mad about what happened, you didn’t give her me you gave her someone else who had information on me. That’s not covered and you are not to blame, if you were do you think we’d be having this conversation over the phone?”

“No Guy, you’d be here in person,” Meri says finally relaxing.

“Alright now tell the kids I said hi and if I’m in your area I’ll call ahead and we can catch up okay,” I tell her quietly ending the call after our goodbyes and handing the phone to Claire.

“So she’s okay,” Claire asks and I nod,” I was trying to tell her you were okay with me finding you.”

“I’ll be okay with it when I’m paid for what I’m going to do with your old coworker,” I state with a smile before heading back down stairs.

How do you pass the time when legwork is being done, well if you’re me you distract yourself with details and you answer questions about the latter parts of the job while you wait for the information to start the next step. With the busy Monday and the re setup and assignments I decide to plan my final act of this opus. Mrs. Montgomery relays as much information over the next couple days to Jun and Lilly. Names are given to faces for her but as far as the boys are concerned I’m some weird man with money. I let them be save for paying them for cleaning their rooms and making sure they aren’t in my people’s way. We get to Thursday when Stuart and Jun present me with a target, one Henry Greenbucket. I peruse the file and there’s even a picture while Jun tells me what I’m reading.

“Okay so this foster child goes through the system for a couple years and is taken in by a family that changes his name which he allows, think Chinese but raised white,” Jun says and I snicker.

“Is that anything like Japanese but raised white,” Ben adds over the comms and people chuckle.

“Funny Ben, anyway he’s got skill but he’s had a couple run ins with the law. Petty theft, possession of stolen property, just little stuff. I’m looking at his hacks, they’re pretty bad,” Jun finishes the assessment of skill as Lilly takes over.

“He’s a cipher at best, a tool at the worst. He doesn’t fit in anywhere so he just does what he thinks makes him unique and different. He’s single mostly because he just tries to please whoever he’s with for as short of a time as he’s with them. He’s done the dating sites and even hacked his own profile to keep the admins from seeing him avoiding the dating traps,” Lilly tells the team and I realize that Stuart has been focusing on something.

“Stuart anything to add,” I ask and now all eyes are on the protégé.

“Ummm sir I think that is the best point, I mean I don’t know if you can pull a date out of the site for him but Jun and I can hack his system on site and have the police after him which will keep him out of the loop long enough for you to get Mrs. Montgomery into her meeting,” Stuart answers me a little unsure and I smile.

“Good start Stuart, hit him where he’s weakest but we’re not going to trust a random date to keep him busy, we have something much better,” I tell them and turn my gaze to Wilma.

“Do I have to fuck him? I really don’t want to fuck him if I’m not going to enjoy it,” Wilma says a little shy.

“We’ll get you out of the room but first we need to figure out what would attract him the most,” I tell her as Jun chimes in.

“How about wet and willing,” my second in command, Jun, jokes and we all laugh.

“Lilly get Wilma a type or feel for what this dumbass is interested in and Jun help build the details. I am shooting for the weekend people that means we needs speed and stupid luck or we go to plan B,” I tell my crew and am stopped by Claire as I’m heading out back with her dog on a leash.

“What is plan B,” She asks quietly.

“Plan B is I take him off the street and beat him so bad he has to be hospitalized for the next six months,” I reply with a smile and watch her face pale,” Claire this person had no trouble ruining your life for money. Welcome to the wheel, because it’s turning in your direction again.”

I’m outside with the cute little Corgi I’ve renamed Cutie, it’s a nicer name and I honestly like this little pup when I realize I’m not alone. The older of the two boys, Thomas has joined me in the backyard flanked by his brother Michael. Two tall, almost my height boys, both about average build with short cropped hair and generic ‘I’m so hard wannabe’ clothes on. I let Cutie pee as I wait to hear what the oldest has to say.

“So you need to back off my mom,” Thomas starts in.

“Really, and why do you say that,” I ask looking up,” I mean really Thomas what makes you think I’m intimidating her?”

“No you trying to creep up in my moms and I’m not cool with that, and you call me ‘T’,” Thomas says and I almost have to laugh.

“Creep up in your moms? Well Thomas, no I won’t indulge your fantasy, ask why I shouldn’t take a liking to your mother? I am here to help her out,” I ask waiting for a plausible answer.

“Cause you white man,” Michael states and I laugh.

“Oh my god, I’m white,” I look at myself shocked and startled,” Boys you might want to rethink this talk. I am not sure you fully understand who you’re talking to.”

“We know exactly what kind of asshole you are. Same as that asshole that got Mom fired after he decided he was done with her,” Thomas says getting in my face.

“Boy back down now, I haven’t whipped the ass of a teenager since I was one but you make a good point so let me explain. STUART,” I don’t back down but calling to my protégé is a bonus.

Stuart comes out the back quickly and notes the situation quietly moving to my side as Thomas backs up a little ready for a fight. Good kid looking out for his mom but he’s bordering on suicide here. I take my old jacket, my favorite piece of clothing off and hand it to Stuart who is happy to watch someone get told. Next I pull off my t shirt and as built as I am and even with my tattoos the boys aren’t backing down. Familial loyalty is a good thing, shame it’s misplaced.

“You think because you have a gym membership that means shit, two of us asshole,” Thomas barks as I see his mother at the back door.

“Thomas and Michael get your asses over here now,” Claire says silencing all in the back yard save for one.

“Let them have their day, I won’t hurt them much. Just their pride and they are right to come to the defense of their mother,” I state as Thomas and Michael start to look in between their mother and I.

I watch as Claire stands at her back door nervous when Michael pushes past his brother and starts taking wild swings at me. Sidestepping and ducking is pretty easy and I wait till he oversteps a wild right and taking his wrist pull him off balance and trip him over my leg. He is eating grass and confused when I catch a very good high kick coming at my head as Thomas joins the fray. I hold his foot and start walking causing him to hop after me, I don’t smile, this isn’t fun for me as they’re trying to prove a point. Sadly so am I as I shove Thomas’s leg to the ground and step inside his striking range giving him a hard three finger tap on the top of his head. I watch him recoil as his little brother rushes me for a tackle at my waist. A twist of my hips and a quick griping of his shoulders with my hands and Michael rolls across the yard stunned. Another blind shot, this one a punch, comes from Thomas and I catch the fist in my hand and squeeze. He’s trying to stand at first but when his knuckle pops he starts to buckle and in short order he’s on his knees. I release his hand and stand there looking in between the two of them.

“Stuart please tell Wilma I need an ice pack and the first aid kit,” I tell my protégé who quickly heads back inside,” Claire may I please speak with your boys alone?”

She nods and Stuart returns with my requested items and leaves me my shirt and jacket as I show Thomas how to massage his hand to help the pain lessen before using ice. Michael is rattled but no worse for wear as I sit with them in the grass and decide it’s time to level with them.

“I didn’t know your dad but I read up on him, he was a strong good man. It’s right of you to defend your mother but I’m not the bad guy. If your Dad were here now I’d be happy to sit him down and enjoy a conversation with a good man and father,” I tell them and see the confusion on their faces.

“Why are you after our Mom,” Thomas asks confused.

“I’m not after her she was after me. Mr. Wiesner wronged your mom. All of us can agree on that,” I ask getting a nod from both,” I’m here to make sure Mr. Weisner finds out how painful what he did to your mother was.”

“Dad wouldn’t want you to hurt the man, it’s wrong,” Michael says and realizes his words.

“That feeling you are getting of guilt, let that shit go. It doesn’t serve a purpose, defending your mother was right but I’m not the one to worry about,” I tell them and they nod slowly.

“So how do you do all that,” Thomas asks and I smile.

“Five in the morning I roll out of bed, get my shoes on and after running more miles than Stuart would care to do come home and go right to my gym for the weights. By eight in the morning I’ve worked out harder than the ‘gym membership’ crowd does all week. I do this because when two well meaning teenage boys defend their mother’s honor I don’t hurt them in ways that would leave permanent damage,” I explain and they both seem to suffer a little embarrassment,” Someday if you are ready and able I’ll take you in and maybe show you how to do what I do.”

Both boys look at me confused and I leave them to talk and think about what I said as I stand and head back inside pulling my shirt back on. Everyone is looking at me as if to ask ‘is everything okay’ and I nod letting them get back to work. Plan is in the works for Mr. Greenbucket as I relax and sit with Claire, she smiles at me with a look of thanks for talking with her boys and treating them like young men. I smile back, she’s a good mother and all angry boys need a good mother. I know that better than most.

Stuart: Friday Evening

My plan, well partly my plan all hinges on setting up someone on a date and then letting Desmond kick in the door and beat their ass. Granted the person he’s kicking the shit out of is a fully deserving of the ass kicking but still I was looked to on this plan and now here I am waiting in a hotel room. What am I waiting for? Wilma is currently getting herself ready for a seduction which shouldn’t take too long and a knock on the door shakes me out of my boredom. I answer it and Desmond is there, I keep forgetting he’s fucking huge as I let him in and he motions for me to sit before doing so himself on the bed.

“You know I let you get that first shot right,” Desmond tells me taking a bit of wind out of my sails.

“You ‘let’ me hit you? I slammed you to the ground hard and into the ceiling too,” I explain and he shakes his head.

“Stuart you’re learning but you’re still a novice. You needed to find your anger right,” He asks and I nod reluctantly,” So I was going to let you tear into me. Granted I didn’t expect you to be as strong as you are, it caught me off guard and I had to go on real defense to keep you from doing too much damage to me.”

“So you faked it and I am still a shitty fighter,” I ask and he shakes his head.

“You’re still learning, hell Guy and I fought once and that didn’t end well for me,” Desmond says and I wonder how that turned out.

“Yeah but he had three friends,” Wilma says from the bathroom behind the door.

“That was the first time, not the second sister,” Desmond says and I can hear her stop her preparation.

“Second time,” I ask and he nods.

“First off Guy helped me after I was sent to kill him. Bad job and I did a good job of it till him, his friends set a trap and I fell into it. He was in his second year in college when he wanted to fight me for real, just him and me so I came down and we did,” Desmond says and he looks a little lost,” It was hard and I hit him as hard as I could but I couldn’t finish it, not before he popped my shoulder out of socket and nearly crushed my trachea. I fight to kill because it’s all I know, I don’t think about my own death. At least I didn’t till that fight. I almost had him and he just turn to a new level of sheer will I’ve never seen and when I woke up we were being tended to by a friend of his. I never beat him and you never beat me.”

“So you faked it for a lesson,” I ask and he shrugs.

“You surprised me, and you’re not bad just new physical combat. Guy will get you there man,” Desmond says and I feel weird as he turns his attention to the bathroom,” Sis hurry the fuck up or we’re going to be late for your date.”

The bathroom door opens and Wilma exits and I’m a little surprised. Every time I saw Wilma before now she had a very ‘man’ look about her save for her female face. Her denim jacket boy cut along with loose jeans like a man would wear. To see her in a torn gothic black tank top and black bikini top for a bra is a shock but it’s the knee high boots and leather skirt short enough to be a collar with fishnets that has me speechless. I’m stunned but Desmond and Wilma are perfectly fine and we’re off to the club with me realizing that I need to follow them. I’m thankful that I get to come along and be back up for Desmond, it’s a chance at least to get a front row seat to how Guy handles people. The club is more of an abandon or condemned building with what I can only imagine to be trance music and too many neon and strobe lights inside for anyone to actually enjoy. Desmond let’s Wilma out first and she has to walk in while we wait. I want to talk but Desmond has what I’ve learned from the rest of the crew is ‘Game Face’. I don’t get it and we wait for a few minutes when we get a message on the crappy phone Desmond uses that Wilma has found her ‘date’. I honestly think we should be inside but Desmond and Guy waved me off on that stating she’ll be fine.

An hour, sixty minutes of quiet with Desmond and me in the car waiting when we see Wilma walk out with the skinny Asian hacker hanging all over her. They’re laughing and smiling as he takes her to his car and I watch them kiss, it’s sloppy and full of him groping her before they get inside and start driving. Desmond is quick to follow and it’s another twenty minutes when we arrive at the Motel that was selected for this outing. To be perfectly honest the motel is a piece of shit and I watch from my
place in the passenger side as after a minor make out session the Wilma takes her date up to her room.

“Alright change of plan, I’m not going up there in fifteen minutes to kick the door in,” Desmond informs me and I stare at him like he’s crazy when he drops the bomb on me,” You’re going to go up there and kick that little fucker’s head in.”

“Wait the plan was for you to go up there, Guy said you’ve done it before,” I try to explain and he stops me.

“Stuart seriously I respect Guy but fuck who does what, I can still back you up if I need to but do you really want to step aside and let me do it or would you rather grab that little fucker by the head and introduce him to bad motel wall paper,” Desmond asks and I realize I don’t have a choice.

Granted I do actually have a choice, I can just walk back down to the car and chicken out but then I have to contend with the monster sitting on the hood waiting. Desmond wrapped my hands in some athletic tape and has me waiting outside the door for what he says will be a noticeable signal. How am I going to know that, I’ve never done this before? Still waiting when I hear Wilma’s voice start talking about ‘her loser boyfriend’ and I figure that’s the point to kick the door in, I back up to the rail and deliver a solid kick to the door knob. It’s not like the movies, the door doesn’t really splinter, it just flies open for the most part and the sight has me boiling. Hot candles and wax, a bound Wilma with her ass in the air and mascara running down her face, a mostly nude Henry except for the women’s panties and what must pass for an erection poking out of it.

His shock lasts for a second as I rush him knocking the candle out of his hand and slamming my fist into his gut. I don’t hit him hard, I fold his body around my fist damn near lifting him up off the ground. I pull my fist back and he drops to the floor just long enough for me to grab his head and taking a page out of Desmond’s book when he beat me up gain some speed moving across the room before slamming him into the old style TV. It’s cracked and splintered and I see blood coming from his shoulder where he hit. I’m full of rage and pick him up by his neck and crotch lifting him over my head and slam him upward back first into the ceiling before letting him fall to the floor. Wilma has somehow moved out of the combat zone but it’s expanding as I wrap both hands around little Henry’s neck and stand him up by pure strength alone. He’s coming aware and it’s when I let him see me that I pull my right hand back and put the lights out with a hard fist to the face. I actually hit him too hard as I lose my grip and he falls down. There is a light at my back that draws my attention, I grab a handful of his dirty black hair and the back of his girly panties and run him out the door and over the railing. The second floor railing which lands him face first in an empty parking stall. I rush down to get me some more when Desmond cuts me off. It takes me a second to realize that I’m not getting past him despite my strength when he holds me at arm’s length.

“He’s done, I got this now ,” he says handing me some keys and pointing up stairs,” Get my sister back to the hotel and do not answer the door unless it’s one of the team or the police.”

I nod and rush back up stairs and get into the room only to find Wilma unbound and cleaning her face with what looks to be a wet paper napkin, her clothes are still on the floor and now I am seeing her nude and it’s drastically different from Candice. She’s lean and with light muscle all over her body, her breasts are small to almost barely noticeable with little nipples accentuating them. I stare at her for a minute before speaking.

“We need to hurry up and leave,” I tell her grabbing her clothes and handing them to her.

“I need to pay the bill,” Wilma informs me only putting on her leather skirt and torn tank top.

I follow her out of the room and am careful not to touch anything as we head to the front desk, fuck the bill I say it’s not worth the jail time.