Secretly (8 page)

It was way too far to get to the hotel, but I did see this movie theater up the street, and not thinking about anything at all besides my own safety, I ducked inside, just as another bullet barely missed me by a few centimeters at best. At least I was in good shape, so it was a possibility that I could out race my attackers. Bounding up the stairs, I could feel that my breath was steady, and I was using the same technique that I use when I jogged.

Wood splinters from the railing were being ripped apart by the bullets of the men that were standing at the bottom of the stairs letting loose with a barrage. I don't know why everybody lifts their hands over their heads, but that was exactly what I was doing. Not only that, but I was screaming and trying my best to get out of the way of the flying lead projectiles.

There were several doors, and with each one I found that they were locked, except for one that led into the projector room. I closed it as softly as I could, turning the lock and walking back until I was striking up against a table. I fell onto my ass, putting my hands around my knees and rocking back and forth with my mind totally consumed with the fear that I was feeling. There were voices out beyond the door, and then footsteps running past, but the voices were foreign, and sounded of Arabic descent.

Once they realized that I wasn't there, they would undoubtedly start a room-to-room search, until they were able to eliminate me for good. This had to have something to do with either my husband Michael, or Richard, but either way it looked like I was in the thick of things. Looking around, I needed to find some way out of here without being noticed, and there seemed to be a small door in the floor, and I thought I didn't have anything to lose. It wasn't easy to spot, and if you weren't lying on the floor like I was, you probably wouldn't be able to extinguish it from the rest of the floor.

I used my fingernails to pry it up, and then I lowered myself into some kind of crawlspace, closing it behind me as I heard the door crash inwards. Footsteps were above me, and those same voices began to rise in pitch, until finally they left after not being able to locate me.

It was dusty, and dirty, and I thought for sure that I was going to sneeze, but at the last possible second I pinched my fingers against my nose, stopping it before it produced. I didn't even notice that I still had the laptop, and I was still amazed that I didn't drop it in all the commotion. It had some very interesting information, if of course I was even able to give it to the right people.

It felt like hours, but I knew it was only several minutes, and I wasn't going to move until I was positive that there was nobody out there waiting to take me out. I still didn't know what this was all about, except for what I had read in my husband's computer had certainly illuminated a few disturbing things.

Taking a deep breath, I lifted the hatch, peeking my head out of the opening to see that nobody was there. I was lucky that I didn't get electrocuted, because apparently I was lying on some very unstable wires, and I guess we all do what we have to do to survive. I stayed in the room, with my ear against the broken door, so that I could hear if anybody was out there milling around.

Casually, I moved into the hallway, going down the stairs one step at a time, on high alert for anything that was going to jump out at me. Outside the window, I could see several Japanese police cars, and police officers and paramedics trying to look after any of the injured. They really had no idea that any of this had spilled into the theater, and the only indication that it had was the bullets in the wall going up the stairs.

I didn't want to have to answer any questions, so I did what my husband would do in this situation. I walked out of there like there was nothing wrong, walking away without glancing back and in doing so preventing them from looking in my direction. I just became one of the many onlookers, and the crowd that had formed around the police tape. If they were still out there looking for me, I needed to change my look, so that they wouldn't be able to pinpoint me in the crowd. I noticed this scarf hanging off of a purse, and I grabbed it and wrapped it around my head, taking my jacket off and rolling up my sleeves.

There was a display of colorful jackets in front of a small store, but the proprietor was busy in the street with the rest of the onlookers. I took one of the jackets and put it on, while at the same time going down a side street and out of the view of the main fare.

I was pretty good at directions, and I could tell that I was no more than a couple miles away from the hotel, but I was going to have to stay hidden within the shadows to get there.

It took me an hour to get back to the hotel, but there was no way that I was going to walk in the front door, as they would most likely have it staked for the eventuality that I would return.

After some careful thinking, I decided that my best way in was through the maintenance door, and I waited until somebody with a white crisp uniform went in. I put everything into the speed of my feet, in order to get there before the door closed shut behind him. I just got my finger inside the gap, and was able to walk into a kitchen that was very busy at this time of day. According to the clock on the wall, it was well past noon hour, and the kitchen was in the mists of the afternoon rush.

Nobody paid any attention to me, and was too busy with what they were doing to even notice that I wasn't supposed to be there. I found the staff elevator, and took it to one floor above Richards, and then walked out to find the door to the stairs right across from the elevator.

Going down the stairs slowly, I opened up the door to Richard’s floor, and with laptop in hand I went over to his room, and without thinking, I tried the door and walked in.

He was sitting on a chair by the window, and I was just about to open my mouth, when I felt something poking me in the back. It made me go shockingly still, and that was when I noticed that Richard was not just sitting in the chair, but his hands were behind his back out of sight. His legs were tied to the legs of the chair, and he was struggling to get loose.

“I’m sorry that you had to see this, but I have to wonder what you are doing here.” It was my husband's voice, and I turned around to see him holding a black automatic weapon. His eyes cast on to the laptop bag over my shoulder, and then a sort of recognition was expressed. “You didn't go through my files, because if you did, I'm afraid that it’s too late to go back now.” There was really no way to explain away any of this, and I think he could tell from my eyes that I had indeed learned a lot more about my husband than I wanted to.

“Michael, I think we can talk about this, and we might be able to come up with a reasonable solution for all of us.”

“He is not worthy of your love or respect, because he is a traitor to his country, and he is selling secrets to the enemy. My mission was to bring him in quietly, but then I noticed that he was here for a specific purpose.”

“Shut up…. shut up…. shut up.” Michael was losing it, and he was now showing cracks in his façade, as he lifted the gun over his head and began to pace back and forth in the room. “This can't be happening, and I was so careful.”

“If you give yourself up, I'm sure they will take into consideration your service to your country.” That was the last thing he wanted to hear, and he turned around waving the gun in the air like a madman.

“They don't know half the things that I have done for them, and I have just gotten tired of doing it for the good of the country. People are making a mint, when people like me are left in the trenches to deal with the aftermath.” I had seen enough of these things in movies to know that he was feeling trapped, and there was really only one thing that he could do, which unfortunately meant that neither Richard nor I was going to come out of this alive. “Fuck it…I’ll just disappear with the money, but not until I deal with…. ahhhhh.”

I had swung the laptop, hitting him across the side of the head, sending the gun flying over in front of Richard, who really couldn't do anything with it with his hands tied behind his back. I went off on my husband, smashing the laptop several times down on top of his head, breaking it into pieces, until finally he lay prone, not moving, but still breathing.

Running over to Richard, I grabbed a steak knife off of a tray of food, and then went to work on the plastic ties that were binding him to the chair. “Good work love, but I think it's time that I call for reinforcements.” He made the necessary arrangements, and in less than an hour we were on a private plane on the way back to the states. My husband was taken to an undisclosed location for debriefing and interrogation, and I was feeling numb and empty after all of this.

We were the only two people on board, except for the pilot that was flying the plane up front. “Selena, I want to apologize for my subterfuge, and the gun was meant for me, as a care package from the government, and I had no intention of involving you in any of it. I just got caught up in the moment, and you were so damn charming and beautiful that I just couldn't control…. mmmmmppphhhhh. In the middle of his speech, I had grabbed him and pulled him in for a kiss that left us both breathless and wanting more.

“I think it might be time to join the mile high club.” I straddled his waist, undoing his shirt, and pulling that off of his shoulders, until they were snugly behind his back, leaving him at my mercy, even though I knew that he could probably get out of it very easily. “You don't have to explain anything, and from what I saw on a husband's computer, I would say that he has been hiding his true self for way too long. There are cash transactions from various criminal organizations, not to mention assassinations that he is going to have to answer for.” I kissed his chest, leaving behind my lipstick as a way to mark my territory.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“No, but why should you be the one to always initiate these things.”

“Before we go any further, I want to tell you that Michael will probably not be seeing the light of day for some time, and that he was in Japan for a meeting with his handler. They were watching you, and those men that were shooting at you have been captured. My people have also brought into custody his handler, and they are in the process of taking down the whole house of cards.” He didn't have to tell me any of this, and the fact that he was so willing to share, showed me that he was more man than my husband could even dream to be.

Tracing my tongue down over his stomach, I came to his belt and made short work of that. I took it, wrapped it around my own wrists, and then he was able to extricate himself from his shirt. Reaching down, he released his Python, letting it run back and forth against the fabric of my very sheer panties. He didn't even try to lift my skirt this time, instead seeking out the object of his desire with a tip of his cock.

“Yes, you know just what I like.” I said feeling the entirety of himself wedging itself between my lips. I couldn't see what was going on, because my skirt was in the way, but that didn't stop me from feeling the expansive presence pushing in and out of my very wet self. Being tied up was exciting, and he had his hands on my hips as he bounced me up and down in his lap. This wasn't shallow strokes, but more long and insistent ones that were making my pussy burn a streak of my juices down over his shaft.

His teeth tore into my buttons, ripping them off my shirt, and pushing his head between the cleavage of my bosom. His lips took advantage of the situation, taking each of my nipples into his mouth as he pushed my breasts together to do so. “Yes, more, I want more and I want it all the time.” My body was a blur of motion, as I continually moaned my joy for feeling his cock suctioning in and out of my hole. I was beside myself with pleasure, and soon I was going to find my sweet release.