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Authors: Kyle Jacobs
Oliver
Oliver watched as Logan left the Macabre Jesters Clubhouse with a tremendous sense of pride.
His new man just finished up the weekly Club meeting, called 'church' and he looked even more cocky than when he had gone in.
Oliver was leaning up against Logan's motorcycle. It was big, mean and at the same time, magnificent. Just like Logan.
"Hey, handsome," Logan said to him as he approached, "You messing with my ride?"
Oliver laughed. It felt good to do so. There no longer was a dark shadow across his life. Just brightness. And Logan was the light.
Other Macabre Jesters walked past and nodded at him. Oliver smiled back. Almost each one was greeting a guy by their motorcycles, too.
"Everything cool?" Oliver asked him. He had been worried for him. At least a little. There was still some apprehension about whether Upper Management would take issue with how things were handle.
Logan grinned widely. "All good. In fact, it went better than I thought it would. I was made Club Treasurer."
Oliver cheered, and flung his arms around him and they kissed. He then pulled back a little and said, "That's great, babe. But what is a Club Treasurer?"
Logan frowned, pretending to think. "I dunno," he said. "But it sounds important."
They both laughed and kissed again. His passion for Logan knew no bounds. And Oliver knew, without a doubt that he felt the same way.
Logan got on his motorcycle, and started the up the engine which sounded loud and angry. That noise always gave Oliver goose pimples.
Logan looked up at him with a mischievous grin. "Need a lift, beautiful?" He shift forward exposing a spot on the seat behind him.
Oliver crooked an eyebrow at him. "Is that where all your trophy boy toys sit?"
"No," he said. His tone became more emphatic. "This is only for my boyfriend." He nodded his head behind him. "So, hop on."
Oliver squealed with delight, then jumped onto the seat. He hugged Logan's large frame under his leather jacket tightly. He had never felt so damn happy in his life. And for the first time, he felt something else. Something deep and powerful.
He deserved this.
Logan cruised the bike through the Clubhouse lot, and turned off onto the road. Oliver enjoyed the sensation of the rumbling bike beneath him and the feel of his man against his chest.
Then they rode off down the highway and into a new day.
Together.
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Billionaire Romance
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Rich Dick, Billionaire Romance
Gideon
Gideon was going to kidnap his very first billionaire.
Finally.
Gideon stood on the deck of the Horizon II, and grinned into the wind. Beside him, Sannik, his right hand man, was steering the boat toward their next destination. It wasn't even nine in the morning, but they had already accomplished much in the last twenty four hours. There had been little short notice that the target would be in the area, and a mad scramble was the result.
Gideon shook his head once. Such was the way of his work. Little notice, little time to prepare, and little consideration for the long list of things to be aligned for the job to actual be a success.
But it would all be worth it.
"There it is," said Sannik. His brow was furrowed with concentration, and perhaps a little fatigue. Gideon considered him a good lackey. Reliable. Not a whiff of complaint when things started to move quickly. Always reliable. Of course, even as a right hand man, Sannik was more than aware of the potential reward at the end of this little endeavour.
Lifting a small pair of binoculars to his eyes, Gideon looked in the direction Sannik pointed.
The profile of an island mottled the blue horizon, like a long dark beast pushing itself up from the depths of the sea.
"Vadisha," Gideon said. It was not a question. Even though he had never set foot on it, he had studied every available detail of the place that he could in the last several hours.
It was the intended destination of his target, and so now it was Gideon's. But seeing Vadisha, now, in all its South Pacific magnificence, gave a sort of solidity to what they were about to do.
What he was about to do.
"Martin!" he called out. "Front and center."
From the below, a tall lanky man emerged from the open hatch. Even though the open area bridge was well covered from the blazing, morning sun, Martin squinted. Long hours of staring at monitors, no doubt.
"Yes, sir?" Martin asked.
"Any word, yet?" Gideon asked the group's technician. Although Martin could fire a gun as well, if not better, than the rest of them, the skinny man's magic with anything electronic made Gideon think of him as a techie first.
Martin rubbed at his eyes, and shook his head. "Not, yet. Neither one has arrived at the harbor."
Gideon frowned slightly, and blinked briefly up at the sun's location. Still too early. But that was fine. Things were almost in place. "Okay," he said. "Keep on it."
Martin nodded once, then vanished into the maw of the boat. Below, were all of the accouterments of a lavish speed boat like this was expected to offer. Martin, with his array of gear and monitors, was set up in the dining area, claiming its table for himself. Once word arrived that the target was in play, things would get a whole lot more hectic.
Just the way Gideon liked it.
He felt a surge of adrenaline. The anticipation was building. Time for yet another double check.
"Are the assets in position?" he asked Sannik.
Sannik nodded. "All good, boss. Arrived before us. Everything is as tight as can be. And then some."
Gideon nodded, but did not feel relieved. He had attempted to cover all his bases in the small amount of time they had, but he felt that it might not be enough.
The billionaire, Cole Grant, was known for his vast intelligence, and business cunning. But Gideon did not think he had the toolkit to deal with being snatched up off a tropical island. Especially when he would not even be expecting it. All indications was that he was alone on Marrisha, the main island. But rich people can be paranoid. Especially very rich ones.
Apparently, Cole Grant hadn't learnt that lesson yet.
In a few short hours, he was about to.
Sannik looked at the radar readout on a monitor. "Coming up on position one."
Despite trusting Sannik's professionalism, Gideon found himself glancing at the radar. They had arrived at the coordinates.
"Cut the engines," Gideon ordered. The engines burbled and died. Their constant grumbling over the last two hours were now replaced with the hard slapping of ocean waves against the boat.
Sannik visibly relaxed a little. For the first time he allowed himself to sit in the captain's chair. The holstered pistol on his shoulder strap shifted with the movement.
"It will be all good, my friend," Gideon told him. He could tell when his long time partner was getting nervous. This was a very big score for them. So big, it could very well be their last.
"I know," said Sannik with a slight smile. "I just have... how do you say in English? Bees in my stomach?" He picked up his covered mug of coffee and took a sip. He grimaced. It was cold.
Gideon laughed. "Butterflies. Butterflies in your stomach. That is okay. I have them, too. Go get some more coffee. You need the caffeine infusion. I got the helm."
Sannik nodded, and took his cold mug down below for a much needed refill.
Gideon stood before the ship's wheel even though it was unnecessary. They would not be moving from this spot for a while. From this vantage point they could easily monitor any ship approaching Vadisha from the main island. And, unless someone had direct business with an empty private island, with its abandoned resort, there should be none.
Except for a billionaire.
Billionaire.
He grinned at the potential size of the ransom they will get for Cole Grant. Not billions. Impractical. No, he would settle for several hundred million. Now that would be worth it. No more nickel and dime jobs. Just settle himself somewhere nice and hot.
This was a far cry from his early days in the American east coast. Running crews for various bosses and organizations. Over the years, he had developed a reputation for kidnappings. Kidnappings where very lucrative. Snatch someone important enough, and get paid accordingly. He always kept the targets to the criminal underworld. Less of a pain. No police to deal with, and the money for the ransoms were always available. He always insured his targets had rich backers. Rarely did anyone get hurt.
Or killed.
Cole Grant would not only be his first billionaire mark, he would be his first real civilian, too. No criminal organization to tangle with. Just his big fat bank account.
He checked the horizon again with the binoculars. Nothing. Not that he was expecting to see Mr. Grant approaching, yet. But once he did arrive Gideon was more than ready for him.
Initially, Sannik was in favor of snatching him at sea. But there were too many factors that put the plan at risk. What if another boat came by? What if Grant didn't stop and his boat was faster than the Horizon II? Shooting was absolutely not an option. Can't extract a life-time of wealth from a corpse.
No, grabbing the billionaire while he was flat footed on the island, looking at a resort he will never own, was the safest course of action. Sannik eventually agreed, as he almost always did.
Now they just had to wait. Mr. Grant would deliver himself into his hands soon enough. As for the realtor's representative unfortunate enough to be taking Cole on his tour? So be it. That person would either be a hindrance, or a bonus and would be dealt with accordingly.
Besides, how much trouble could a glorified island tour guide be?
