Path to Our Future part 9

They parked their van in an alley and not one person has noticed my car. I can tell they’re waiting for their door man to let them in. I’m looking at an abandoned office outside downtown and while they transition and talk I go through my travel bag.

-Silenced 9mm with Holster
-Combat knife with blacked blade to prevent glare
-Balaclava or as you call them ski mask
-Kevlar vest with second chance plate
-Two reloads for the pistol, probably won’t need them but taking anyway
-Dark green turtleneck
-Reinforced combat boots
-Forearm impact armor and shin guards

Armor goes under the clothes save for the shin guards over my jeans; turtleneck is for exposed skin along with the Balaclava. I move around the far side of the building and up the smaller alley to the corner and listen as they pull Guy from the van.
“He went down easy and no tails,” one of the three loading Guy says as they head inside.

“Hey I thought he was a criminal, I’ve seen this kid. My daughter and son both go to school with him,” the man at the door says causing the other three to pause,” What are you into because I’m not signed on for killing a kid.”

“You signed on and will get paid with the rest of us Mitch,” the driver tells him as Guy disappears into the building,” Just stay out here and keep watch, we’ll get everything else set up and then we’ll be paid and down the road, think of your payday and shut up.”

I wait till the three are out of sight and watch the doorman; he’s muttering to himself and has some serious doubts. His back turns from me and it’s nothing to quietly cover the distance and place the silenced pistol against his head.

“Left hand to your weapon, remove it with two fingers and set in on the pavement,” I quietly order and he complies,” How many inside?”

“Five plus the guy paying, so six total,” Mitch informs me quietly.

“You know these men,” I ask side stepping around him so that he can see me, pistol in my right and knife in my left.

“Some, well just one and he’s not a cop. I am and if you shoot me…,” Mitch starts in but I cut him with a motion.

“If I kill you I dispose of you in a manner that leaves you a missing person, I can do it, I have done it, you will not be found. Now you are a cop, is anyone else in there a cop,” I ask this time noting his 5’9” and stocky build.

“No, some kicked out for personal problems like stealing evidence and roughing up a suspect I gather. I only know one and he’s a big fuck up too,” Mitch tells me lowering his hands a little.

“You want to do the right thing and make some money,” I ask getting a nod,” Stay here and wait for me to come back.”

I see Mitch nod slowly and I allow him to pick up his sidearm before he opens the back door to the building and I’m inside. Standard offices and cubicles, stairs at the middle for centralized entry and exit; it’s a simple design when I hear some talking about sports. I press on the location quietly and see two men, ones who unloaded the van sharing a flask of something. I move to the side of the stairs and out of sight as one makes his way towards me, I let him pass and once he’s ten feet past me I move on his ‘friend’ who is staring at his phone. Pistol up and one shot to the upper right temple from my angle drops him before I turn after the walker. He’s oblivious as he heads back towards the door; I hook my right arm around his head and give him a 1-2-3 of downward thrusts with the knife to his upper chest and neck before lowering his body to the ground. There is a gurgling noise but otherwise nothing as I head back to the stairs. No turn on the stairs and I’m up quietly as I hear two men moving containers with liquid while another is talking to what I assume is the boss. They’re discussing money and I let one of the men hauling liquid walk past and check his friend who is placing two containers in a nearby office. I take the second man while he’s in the room with quick shoulder grab spinning him around to face me before bringing the knife into his temple. I put myself against the doorway as the first man comes back.

“Hey Barry hurry up man I’m not moving all this fuel myself,” I hear the first man tell his now dead partner.

I let the man turn his back to me and put one in the back of his skull while he’s entering the room and quick dash across the hall to catch and lower the body. It’s not easy to do but if you’re fast you can pull it. I feel rusty as I’m still looking at two men left and cut the lights in the area so that it’s darker. My eyes adjust fine and I make my way down the hall before I hear the remaining two talking again.

“We doped him up but he’ll be aware in a few hours, detox will suck a lot for the kid,” the driver, Mitch’s friend, tell his boss.

“He won’t be alive long enough to detox,” I hear an older man state and I’m gauging location through the drywall.

“Yeah about that, Mitch downstairs recognized the kid. He’s not a criminal like you said and while the rest of us are fine with a paying job he’s a bit skeptical now,” I hear the driver state.

“Fine then we make Mitch see reason, go get him up here and I’ll put him negotiate with him,” I hear the boss state and the driver agrees.

I let the driver get into the hall and as he’s coming towards me I put a bullet in his ear from the doorway. This body I let hit the ground and I can hear ‘boss’ asking what’s going on, I cut across the hall and through an open office to watch him exit and look around. He’s moving up on his driver’s body and I’m flanking around him, he’s got a simple revolver in his hand. I give him a shot to the back of the knee and he screams before dropping to the ground. I kick the revolver down the hall away from him and as he starts to crawl I shoot the other leg getting another scream.

“You were going to burn the building down with him in it alive,” I state to the boss with my own weapon trained on him.

“Fuck this hurts, who are you,” He asks in reply.

“Someone highly vested in that young man’s future, now answer the question,” I state again.

“Yeah, he thinks he’s above the law and he needs to burn like he burned my career,” he spits trying to stop the bleeding in his legs.

“Sounds like that will be good enough for you as well then, you’ll have as much chance as he would have had,” I tell him as I step into the room where Guy is.

The boy is messed up, he’s semi conscious and not outwardly injured but he’s basically immobile and I have to pick him up and carry him on my left shoulder. I exit the office and see the ‘boss’ leaning against the wall trying to get to an exit or even to his weapon. I start to walk past him down the hall and pause before turning.

“Former Captain Phillip Miller, right,” I ask and see him nod like it’ll help,” I said you’d have his chances if I’m correct?”

“Yes,” he replies starting to crawl again.

I raise my pistol and put one in his chest dropping him down to the floor, I watch him roll to his back and move over him aiming at his face. Another round of ammo dispensed into his head and I make my way down the stairs back to the door I entered. I see Mitch standing there quietly but he looks up shocked as I walk out with Guy slung over my shoulder.

“Take him and place him in the back seat of the car parked one alley over,” I tell him handing him my set of car keys,” Wait by the car till I arrive and Mitch, I don’t want to look for you.”

I see him nod and watch him carry Guy out of the back lot and towards my vehicle. Back inside it’s a simple matter of dumping fuel around and on bodies and taking a burner cell phone from now deceased former Captain Miller. I recognize the smell of homemade napalm; it’s simple and will burn for a good long while. Spreading it around is easy and I’m sure to not get any on me as I walk container to the middle of the top floor and after placing a rag in the spout and lighting it I exit the building with haste. There is a good pop from the container bursting but other than that the fire itself spreads easily. I find my car where I left it with Mitch leaning against the passenger side of my car.

“Identification,” I tell him as I holster my pistol and knife.

I watch him as he hands me his driver’s license and I note the address on it before handing it back. He looks at me confused and I figure I’ll need to explain.

“You weren’t here, you were out getting groceries, you were at a bar, you were on the other side of the planet. You never saw a man like me, you never saw the boy in the back, you will be paid for not being here and you will be paid for not seeing us. If you were here and you did see us I will find you and burn your house down around you, do we understand each other,” I ask in a cold tone.

“I get you, I don’t want to see you again either,” Mitch says to me before I have to stop him from leaving.

“Payment will be in the mail in a week,” I tell him before letting go.

I’m back in my car and down the road a good distance before getting out and making some adjustments. First comes off comes the body armor, weapons are stowed along with harness; I change back into my polo shirt and put the turtleneck away. Finally I put the license plates back on, it’s a small thing for some but big when Mitch is a cop and could have noted the numbers for later. When all of that is done I check on Guy a little more thoroughly. He’s still disoriented and barely conscious but he’s unharmed. I leave him lying down in the back seat on our way back and once in the driveway I calmly step out of the car and carry him up to the door in my arms kicking it with my feet to knock. Katy is the one who answers the door and as she sees me with Guy in my arms she starts to panic and ask question.

“Holy shit Dad what the hell happened to Guy,” Katy asks as I step inside past her.

“He is fine, Katy I need you to call Imelda and the two of you need to head back down to the store,” I tell them which one as I’m heading towards Guy’s bedroom,” and pick up his bike along with the groceries.”

“Neal what is going on,” I hear Jean ask as I pass the dining room.

“Jean, Guy is going to need a lot of fluids and probably a hot bath in an hour or so,” I tell her not stopping as I open the door to my son’s room.

I get him set down and now I have women, several upset women asking me a million questions. Not a million different questions just the same questions over and over in different wordings.

“STOP TALKING,” I have to raise my voice but all of them quiet,” Now I need you to get on the phone Katy and call Imelda, Jean I need you and Gwen to get the bath ready for Guy so he can relax as peacefully and delicately as possible.”

“Why does he need to relax,” Loretta asks concerned.

“Because he’s been drugged, now would everyone please get helping and stop talking,” I state stepping past the assembled six women and back out to the car.

I grab my bag from the passenger seat where I left it and bring it back in the house. I leave it in the gym for now and take a shower with lye soap. Lye is good for getting pretty much the world off your skin and now I need it. I’m emotionally fine, that’s what is going to disturb everyone the most and I figure I’ll need to sit them all down and explain the basics of what happened tonight. I was actually parking at the store when I saw it happen, Jean texted me with something special she wanted for Guy. I forgot to grab it but considering I would have lost the people grabbing my son or had to explain a passed out boy in the back seat I figured ice cream can wait. I exit the shower and change into the sweat pants and t shirt I grabbed and as I’m trying to put them away in the laundry room I find myself being flanked by the wives, ex and current.

“Neal you need to talk to us about what we’re seeing, Guy is messed up and the girls need to get his bike. You’re showering in the evening which never happens. You have a bag that I don’t recognize and now it’s in the locked gym,” Jean is a little tense as she’s speaking while I load my clothes into the wash,” Neal what happened?”

“There was a problem, I took care of the problem, Guy is home safe,” I tell the two of them in a calm tone.

“What problem could have my son, OUR son drugged and generally messed up like this,” Loretta asks getting angry.

“Loretta don’t ask me to tell you, same for you Jean,” I tell them continuing to hold onto my calm.

“Why shouldn’t we know,” Jean asks and bow my head.

“Because then I’d tell you, I’d tell you everything. When I was done telling you everything I’d be packed and out the door in fifteen minutes. I’d be gone in an hour and out of the country in less than twelve. I’d do this not because I don’t love you but because I’d have to so that all of my family would be protected,” I tell them and watch as Loretta’s face takes a slightly horrified look while Jean’s is more understanding.

“Are they coming back for him,” Jean asks being the first one to speak.

“No, but I need money, a couple grand mailed to a decent man,” I tell them and Loretta takes down the details.

I watch Loretta leave the laundry room leaving Jean and I to stand in the quiet. She moves me away from the washer and adds more clothes before starting the machine. I can tell she’s processing everything and while there aren’t a lot of details what she does have are a bit staggering. I don’t let people push me around but when my 5’9” wife with her more than ample motherly features presses me against the dryer and kisses me harder now then we’ve had in a few years I take a moment to adjust before wrapping my arms around her. It’s a deep kiss and finally she breaks from me and I see her smile.

“You are a good father and a good man, now if I ever see you try to put bleach in my white load again I will make you sleep on the couch,” Jean tells me before exiting the laundry room.

At some point all of my son’s fiancés make their way over to my house and it’s Katy who stops the million questions from starting again as I sit in my chair and eat dinner while watching ESPN. Imelda comes back into the room and sits down with myself and Matty as we’ve been watching.

“Imelda dear, would you call some of that family of yours and let them know that Jun will be in contact with them about a location for that boy down there who’s been financing the assault into my son’s personal life,” I ask not looking away from the television.

“I can sir, is everything alright,” She asks and I nod,” How are you going to find Romeo?”

“They were smart with the burner phones but I figure if I hand the one I found this evening to that boy Jun he’ll be able to get some sort of location off of it,” I tell them as I flip to the news.

“Breaking news now, a derelict office building in the downtown area is engulfed in flames. Local fire officials are on scene now and have contained the blaze however they are having trouble putting the flames out,” A female newscaster is reporting and while I look only slightly interested the two girls in the room are watching intently.

Everyone eats some form of dinner and my son’s fiancés take turns with him over the hours with his soak in salts and generally keep him from being too hot or cold. At one point I have Elizabeth, who has Jun on the phone, use her computer to find out the basics of the information on the phone before he says it’s good and I promptly pull the battery and destroy the device. I’m told it will take time before we have anything concrete but I’m not a technophile like the kids but Jun’s backed up my son on enough occasions that they’ll run with whatever he finds and finish this out. I’ve been out of action for seven years now, granted I’ve been retired from the service for a almost a decade but I’ve haven’t had to dust off the skills since Jean’s ex came running around with intentions that I didn’t like. That’s a story for another time.

As the evening winds on Guy’s bath goes as well as it can be expected with a hundred and seventy pounds of flesh that can barely move and thinks the pretty ladies are well, pretty. They get him settled down and I figure tomorrow will be a hard day for my son but he’ll pull through. I settle into bed alone as Jean is up and working on something in the other end of the house. She’s not upset by my stern tone earlier and when I had to give them vague details about what happened she was the one who backed me, mental note get her roses. I’m almost asleep in my boxer shorts when Jean comes into the room waking me with her presence. I’m groggy and looking to roll over and cuddle my wife but as soon as I’m on my back a pair of lips are on mine. It’s nice to get a soft kiss goodnight but this isn’t it, usually when she kisses me like this it’s because we’re taking a weekend for ourselves at a cabin so Jean can scream her lungs out. When she does break our kiss it’s to move down my body quickly and it’s a matter of seconds till she engulfs me with her mouth after pulling me out of my boxer shorts. I have no clue what got into my wife or why this is coming around but if she wants to risk the kids hearing us, we’ve heard them before, then hell with her rules. Normally a blowjob from Jean is a slow and steady process, tonight she is on fire and making damn sure I get fully erect before pulling her mouth off of me. I don’t really have time to move or adjust as she takes position mounting the erection she worked at producing and with almost no effort slams her hips down onto me. I can finally see that she’s got on a simple black slip and nothing else. To describe my wife as full figured would be like describing a sun as warm, she is ample all around and cuddling her is well worth the price of admission. Loretta when we were married was never one to have a lot of curves but Jean’s deep brunette hair is cascading down around her breasts and as I’m watching her confused, enjoying the hell out of my situation, but confused she smiles.

“Better let you have the full show huh,” Jean says smiling before letting the straps on the slip fall.

When we first met I saw her eyes, followed shortly after by her breasts. Two large and more than a man can handle meaty and big nippled breasts that scream ‘hold me, kiss me’ and I do just that by grabbing one with my hand and rubbing her nipple between my fingers which I know she likes. With the barest of stimulation to her breasts Jean goes from settling in to a grinding against me back and forth. We haven’t had sex like this since the New Year mostly due to a lot of young people running around our place and Jean’s apprehension to let people in the house hear her tonight seems to be a different Jean as she continues her hard grind.

“Oh God you fill me so fucking good, give me that good dick husband. I want that good dick,” Jean moans a little louder than normal.

I pinch her nipple and the grinding stops as she shifts her hips and begins slamming herself down onto me hard and deep. I feel good and pull Jean closer to me so that I can suck on her nipple which immediately has her moaning louder and slam her hips down onto me hard and fast. I feel warm and familiar but something is off for me and even though she’s moaning I feel like one of us is holding back, it’s too late to change up anything right now as I feel her tighten on me and one final slam downward as my loving wife reaches her peak and collapses on top of me. Jean is panting for breath and after a few moments rolls off top of me and that is when I get to spring into action. She doesn’t realize what I’m doing with pillows but when I roll her onto her stomach with her ass in the air she starts to protest, well weakly protest.

“Neal no, I’ll wake everyone in the house,” my wife groans as I rub my penis against her womanhood.

“Well then honey I suggest you use that damn pillow and bite down,” I reply smiling.

She got me riled up and I don’t feel like waiting to have my turn but I give her a chance to grab the pillow under her head as I slam down into her waiting pussy.