Marcus was on a clear path to become commissioner of the force, but always wanted a simpler life to relax and just to enjoy life with his family. However, life was never that simple and he was a marked man and was being hunted by several people inside and outside the Force. The list was growing longer by the week because of his principled stance on certain public matters. Marcus was described as calculating and cold, but was always well armed and charming. Only a select few were let into his inner circle to include Inspectors Delano & Augustus, whom he had known for almost two decades.
Born Nautilus A. Augustus, where he grew up on the mean streets of the capital, there was no fraud or scam he could not pull off. He was bright and articulate and taught himself many things including the uncanny ability to have women spread their legs for free from the early age of 9 years old. Augustus was bright and highly educated and bilingual resulting in him being recruited into the teams. He was a graduate of the Ivy League college with accreditation to match the 26 letters in the alphabet. The father of many and romancer to married and unmarried women in and outside of the force, he loved to drink and always enjoyed a good joke. However, he could kill in a moment's notice without the blink of an eye and then write to justify his actions.
Martin Delano was the shy dangerous type that was educated at the Ivy League school, but decided to throw away his career in medicine to the police force. He was not a big risk taker, but relied on his steady hands and quick wit to navigate his way through life. Delano, as he was affectionately called in the force, was smooth and accurate as the sharp shooter in the crew. Marcus hated when the politician were able to pull the strings of the commissioner and the resultant knee jerk reaction.
The force was now being run by a new hunter commissioner. However, the more things changed at work, the more they remained the same or it was that the more they appear to be the same, the worse it got. A monkey had been swapped with a gorilla; at least the monkey had finally realised that he too was a part of the circus and was becoming a part of the act. Life was never a fair thing, but karma was also a bitch.
Stephanie Lisa was transferred from his unit and the office was never the same and his other two colleagues in his mind became self-absorbed into their own duties and lives. The worst part about it was that over time the enemies he had made on the clandestine operations inside and outside the force could still come back to bite him and there were only a few people who he could trust to stay safe. Marcus knew he needed a new beginning and decided to hand in his resignation and leave the force for a fresh start.
For six months, Marcus stayed at home and bonded with his children and antagonised his wife by being at home constantly watching television and eating constantly. He did not discuss with her the fact that he had tendered his resignation from the force. He sat, grew a beard and gained twenty pounds. After almost two decades of marriage, Molly felt like his sister and there was no interest to letting her on the inside of the decision to pack away his career for a easier life. The job offer from the company on the waterfront was a Godsend, as he was just about to become bored when he was offered the job of head of security. It was a cushy job with an office facing the harbour and his Executive Assistant was distracting and took his mind off his domestic challenges. Every time he thought about Molly he became angry and that anger boiled over every time he opened his mouth in conversation with her.
Marcus gazed deeply into Bridgette's eyes and he could tell that she was a little nervous as she played with her bottom lip between her teeth. He could see the vein on the side of her neck pulsate as she fidgeted. His lips drew close to hers and he could smell her sweet breath and as his lips brushed against hers.
"Marcus, are you sure you want to do this?"
But before the last syllable left her now plump lips, his tongue invaded her mouth and with feathery move he teased her response into a fiery inferno. Her reservations about love making at the office were heightened, but the passion of her feelings and the urgency of the fire that burned within could only be stifled by the huge rod that was now at her entrance. Probing the limits of her outer lips, his steady hands guided his missile expertly and she welcomed it with relish.
She wanted him as much as he wanted her; the sight of his erect love stick had her thinking how and where could she touch it with her flowers... the petals ached to feel the strength of Marcus's muscles deep within Bridgette's carpeted patch of black lawn. Her shyness was now evaporated as her body responded to his sensuous caress. Marcus had been studying her for some time and yearned to suckle her nipples until they were full and ripe. The brassiere tore as he ripped it away from her body, freeing the imprisoned breasts, as she sighed at the touch of his wet hot mouth, her groin ached with passion as he sucked and licked her nipples hard. Just how she had wanted from the very first day she set eyes on his thin lips.
It was a while since she had felt something so urgent and hot within her innermost sanctum. The pleasure of the pain of his size was mesmerising as Bridgette could not restrain the guttural growl that came from deep in her throat. The combination of his tongue and his weapon swept every crevice and reached deeper and further than she was accustomed. Bridgette screamed as he drove harder and harder with precision and with controlled aggression. She felt the hose expand as if he was about to pop like a balloon but with inexplicable resistance he continued stroking the fire within her to a raging inferno that she could not restrain her passion anymore and from every corner of her being Bridgette exploded and shot her load as her body convulsed and shook. The tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked into Marcus's face and she saw the love and respect on his face for her. Marcus smiled and laughed in an evil manner reminiscent of the Devil. He had gotten his prey and had championed the hill and was the last man standing.
He had waited years to quench his thirst and it was as if he could not get enough of Bridgette. Her body was on fire as he reeled out as much as he could. The passion caused his hose to reach breaking point before his damn broke, and Bridgette felt his life explode deep within her. This was what she dreamt about all night last night, finally quenching the hot rod of passion as they collapsed on the desk sweating in the cool of the office overlooking the Kingston Harbour. Bridgette had wanted a more romantic setting for her encounter, but she was happy that it had happened and she still felt connected to Marcus. Her legs twitched as she felt him throb as he was withdrawing. She reached out and held him with her hands and all the strength that was left in her love muscle. The drizzling rain tantalized their love making as he kissed and caressed her, licking and suckling her neck as the burning embers between her thighs were red hot with passion and he obliged her with every deep thrust. She felt as every muscle in his body stiffened and surged as her wave of ecstasy washed them together and they drifted off to sleep entwined in each other's limbs and juices.
The sounds of the night janitor startled them both from their slumber as they both jumped to their feet and tried their best to reassemble their clothing. Their hearts raced as they tried to conceal their unbridled passion that they had just unleashed between them. As they regained their composure, Marcus looked down into her eyes and kissed her on her lips lightly and said, "Let's go to my place." Bridgette at first thought "yes," but she knew her boyfriend Doug would be at home waiting patiently for her to come from the board meeting that would take all night.
As they walked along Ocean Boulevard in the light drizzle, the sounds of the waves crashing against the seawall reminded them of the waves of ecstasy that washed them a few moments later. They held hands and sounds of Bridgette's key ring jingled as they walked. The sky was strange and although the rain was drizzling, they could see in the distance the moon rising in all its glory. It was turning out to be a beautiful night. Marcus's Mercedes was the closest vehicle in the parking lot. He pulled her close and in one deft move he lifted her up and kissed her passionately. Her legs felt weak and limp, but her sensations were heightened as she felt the cold hard steel of his gun pressed against her stomach. She pulled away,
"Marcus, what is that?" Bridgette asked.
"Nothing, it's my insect repellent," he replied.
They were wrapped in each other's arms and did not notice the two hoodlums and the tall Amazon woman that were leaning against the security post.
They heard someone shout, "Don't move!"
But before they could react, the sounds of gun fire disturbed the surrounding community. The 357 Magnum erupted 4 more time as the bullets tore into Bridgette and Marcus, their bodies violently responding to the hollow point bullets tearing through their flesh. They tried to run in different directions, but their knees gave way and buckled below them. As they lay slumped beside the red Mercedes, the dark amazon revealed herself from the shadow of her hoodie.
"I've finally caught up with you, Idiot. Long time me and Shorty a watch you and your new fling and no Stephanie not coming to save you tonight."
The sounds of a distant siren pierced the air. Bridgette was lifeless as Marcus gasped for air in his punctured lung. He clutched his gun and watched as his blood irrigated the asphaltic concrete. The pain turned to numbness, as he heard the feet scuffle away and then there was just blackness. Marcus Dean had left behind him the life at the force and had started all over at the new company. He had hoped that a fresh start would have facilitated a new lease on life.
The hum and beeping of the respirator were the first sounds of life that Marcus could recognise, the tubes in his throat made him want to gag. He still found it difficult to breathe and the pain radiating from his side was unbearable; he tried to call for this nurse, but his hands were bound to the rails of the bed. A look of disbelief crept across his face. The faint image of the khaki dress uniform of the force in a femine form was at the foot of his bed and as his vision cleared, it was Stephanie Lisa.
"Hi, Boss. I see you're awake," she said. Marcus shook his head since it was so difficult to speak with the blasted tube in his throat. "The nurse will be in shortly to remove that tube, I alerted them the moment I noticed that you were awake," Stephanie said.
Marcus gave her a thumbs-up.
"So, let me fill you in, Boss and don't try to speak; just listen."
"I was in my office at Central and had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach and something told me you were in trouble and I jumped in the service vehicle and raced down towards the waterfront. When I arrived you were unconscious and we found a young lady identified as Bridgette Anderson; the strange thing is that your gun and wallet were missing, but the female had all her papers intact. To the untrained eye, it would seem like a robbery, but it seems to me it was a hit."
Stephanie was interrupted by the nurse coming through the door.
Nurse Whylie was clad in blue scrubs and clogs, but she had an ass that caught Stephanie's attention.
"What the hell, how can someone have so much ass?" she whispered under her breath.
"Inspector, can you excuse us a while for me to attend to the patient?" Nurse Whylie asked in a demanding tone as if there could have been no other response but 'yes.'
"Sure, Nurse. I will be just outside, Boss," Stephanie replied.
Nurse Whylie was efficient and had a gentle hand in the execution of her duties; the tubes were removed and the bandages replaced.
"Mr. Dean, you're recovering nicely," she said.
"Thanks, Nurse," Marcus replied in a hoarse voice while he watched her huge ass walk towards the foot of the bed and she patted him on his feet and smiled. The hinges squeaked as she opened the door and he heard her say,
"Stop watching my butt," as she exited through the door,
"Your time again, Toots," as she passed Stephanie.
"Excuse me!"
"You must be his woman; you have been here night and day since they brought him in."
"You're a feisty bitch, Nurse; I'm on official business here. I'm a detective on the case."
"Yeah right, I've seen a lot in this place, Inspector and that face says a lot more than just work," Nurse Whylie replied.
"Ok, you right," said Stephanie, "he is my friend and former colleague on the force."
"Oh, I see; anyway, we are both on the job then and I have a lot to do on this shift."
Stephanie stepped through the door and was greeted by a big grin from Marcus and his first of many questions
"When since you turn Inspector much less Detective?"
"It's a long story, Boss, but after I left and went overseas, I realised that the force was the only thing I really loved. I've done the restaurant business, but I love the excitement of the force more, so I re-enlisted. So, I did a few exams and held my own, kept my legs closed and here I am - Detective Inspector Stephanie Lisa."
Marcus smiled and said, "I'm proud of you little girl, from Rivoli to the World."
"So, Boss, who shoot you and why? And don't give mi the bullshit answer, I need the truth"
"Oh, crap, how the rolls are reversed. I'm a civilian now and so you just start harass me? Not even a little bed side manner; I can't even get a hug."
"Really Boss? Your semen was found in the dead girl that was laying a few feet away from you and you expected me to hug and kiss you? No way."
"Stephanie, why are you sounding so jealous and upset?"
"Of course I'm upset. I had to scrape you up out of a parking lot and hide your true identity from the media. Your gun and ID were missing and worse the woman, what if Molly finds out?"
"Always trying to cover my ass, Stephanie; just like the old days," Marcus winced as pain seared his body.
"Don't ever do something that stupid again, I thought you always had things covered."
"Steph, I was distracted by the environment and never even saw the shooters."
"You are lying, we have known each other for almost a decade. I know when you are lying. You remember what you told me when I just joined the force - to learn to watch the eyes and feel the soul to determine if someone was lying? I will eas"e you up for now because you're in pain, but watch me and you ass when you get out."
"Steph, after all these years, you still want me?"
"Shut up, Boss, and grow up. You are trying to side track the argument and avoid answering my question. I have to know the truth!" she shouted.
"Ok, Detective. When I am in a position to find out the truth I will let you know, but if you insist, Molly and I are separated for over a year. So, Bridgette came along and I took it. I'm sorry she was probably in the wrong place at the wrong time or else those three guys would have been dead."
"What did you just say, Boss?" Stephanie enquired.
Marcus paused and looked straight into her big brown eyes and said, "nothing but black ops."
Stephanie got the answer she wanted and knew this one had to be off the books.