The Protector Hunted
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"Glad to meet you Detective Bladen," Jonas said as he opened the door and got out of the car. Jonas didn't like being at the disadvantage of sitting in a car while such a corrupted man was standing at the door. Once he was standing he stuck out his hand
"Glad to meet you too," Detective Bladen said. He looked at Cleves and said, "I didn't know you had friends from the other side of the tracks Cleves." He said it as a statement but he made it sound like a question.
Cleves looked uncomfortable for a moment before his resolve firmed. "I don't believe that Mr. Gianni is from the other side of the tracks," he said. "He helped me with an issue a few days ago and the way he did it convinced me that he is on our side."
Detective Bladen laughed and asked, "Cleves, how long have we been watching this, ah, Mr. Gianni?" He laughed again and said, "You know that he's not on our side."
"Well, watching your family get raped and killed and nearly dying yourself can change your outlook," Cleves said stubbornly. "That doesn't excuse anything he may have done before and if I get any proof on anything we suspect then I lock him up. He understands that."
"What?" Jonas lightly asked. "What have I done that you would want me to be locked up for?"
"Joe, how do I handle this? What should I do about this dirty cop?" Jonas thought.
"Don't do anything about him. He is a bad person but look deep. There is a chance that he can be recovered."
Jonas focused on the man's aura. It was difficult when standing so close because it was sickening the way the depravity and anger roiled through the cloud surrounding him. It was a nauseating yellow that faded to the empty black of the completely lost in places. Jonas looked harder the way Joe instructed and saw a filament of bright blue green. It was like a lifeline in that stomach twisting morass of corruption and Jonas clung to the hope of that strand. It was the man's young daughter.
Jim Bladen's wife had left him for another man and had taken his daughter when his daughter was seven. Detective Bladen was allowed to visit with his daughter every other weekend according to the court order. His wife had remarried when his daughter was almost nine and had moved to Colorado with her new husband. All of Jim Bladen's money was used for a once a month trip to Colorado to see his daughter. He couldn't afford the twice a month visits the courts allowed and he beat himself up for the pain he was causing his daughter at each missed visit. The divorce, child support and monthly trips had drained his savings and he was facing bankruptcy by the time his daughter was ten. Detective Bladen was offered a way to make some money on the side and had taken it without hesitation. He didn't go down that road for money or power or lust. He simply wanted to spend time with his daughter. His dedication to the law had become tainted because it was the law that had taken his girl from him even though he hadn't done anything wrong. The anger and disgust that Jonas saw in the Detective's aura was largely the result of self loathing for the path he had taken. He had done a lot of bad things to cause the disgust for himself. He had caused men's death. He had allowed innocents to be prostituted. He had allowed drugs into his city that he knew were destined for schools. Detective Bladen had embraced his new lifestyle as the only way to see his daughter and six years later his life was firmly entrenched with the Family. Once hooked by the mob there is no walking away. His nice clothes and car and apartment were only important to him on the surface. The information he was fed by the Mob about free lancers and people encroaching on Family territory established Jim Bladen as one of the best cops in the state. None of that was important though. Being able to see his daughter was the highest priority in his life. Nothing else even came close.
Jonas drew his attention back and forced himself not to see the roiling cloud of filth around Detective Bladen. It amazed Jonas that he could see so much in people's auras. It was as if every thought and action of a person was being written in a book that could be read by anyone with the ability. The scary part was, that book was all that a person took with them when they passed from this world and returned to Joe's garden.
Jonas shook his head to clear his thoughts. Only a heartbeat had passed since his question. Time didn't seem to exist when he focused like that. He was aware that Detective Bladen had snorted at his question and Jonas said, "OK Detective. I'll tell you the same thing I told Cleves, ah, Detective Jordan. Get a warrant if you have enough proof about anything I may have done, past or future. I won't resist arrest or even argue about it. I will simply get an attorney and fight it in court like anyone else would. For now, I have other responsibilities and tasks. Tomorrow I have a funeral and I have to bury my family. After that, well, we'll see what happens next."
Jonas hesitated a moment. He wasn't sure how far he could push with this man. Detective Bladen started to open his mouth to reply but Jonas spoke first. "Tell me Detective. How would your life change if you had to watch your daughter die like I did and you had to bury her?"
Detective Bladen paled at the thought. He started to reply but Jonas spoke first again.
"If you had the choice to live or die after watching your daughter get raped and killed, would you live? If you chose life, how would you use that life? Would you continue living life the way you did before the tragedy? Would you lash out at the world? Would your life only be dedicated to revenge? Would you try to make the world a place that was safer for the innocents?" Jonas's questions hammered at the Detective like physical body blows.
Cleves watched the conversation in amazement. He didn't know what was going on but he could see the impact on his partner. Jim was pale and somehow seemed shrunken. He had flinched at each question as if being struck.
"H, how did you know I have a daughter?" Detective Bladen asked weakly.
"Knowing things is kind of a part of my new job," Jonas replied with a shrug.
The radio Cleves wore on his belt crackled and said, "Detective Jordan. Would you please return to the ambulance when you have a moment?"
Cleves unclipped the radio and lifted it to his mouth. He looked at his partner and at Jonas for a moment before answering. "This is Detective Jordan. I'll be right there."
"I've, ah, got to go," Cleves said. He was still trying to figure out what was going on between his partner and Jonas. "Probably something to do with Joe," he muttered to himself as walked away.
Detective Bladen and Jonas watched him walk away with completely different emotions. Jonas was bemused at Cleves' comment. Detective Bladen was confused.
"Who's Joe?" Detective Bladen asked watching Cleves walk away.
"Just a mutual friend," Jonas replied.
Detective Bladen shook himself and faced Jonas. "Word on the street is that you are being looked for," the Detective said.
Jonas nodded and said, "Tell Big Tony that I'll see him after the funeral tomorrow. Until I bury my family I would appreciate being left alone. Please tell him that for me."
Detective Bladen paled again but for a completely different reason. "Do you know..." he started but stopped himself. James Bladen was very careful about his actions and who knew that he was connected with the Mob. His daughter's disappointment in him was only part of the reason for that caution. He knew what happened to dirty cops that were sent to prison. He hesitated before saying, "I, ah, I'll pass that back to the street but you never can tell what will happen."
"Tony knows that I'm a man of my word," Jonas replied. "Just tell him what I said. He can get a message to me tomorrow after the funeral if he wants me to meet him someplace other than his office." Jonas knew the Detective had a direct line to Tony Rizzo, AKA Big Tony to his friends and Tony the Knife to his enemies. Tony Rizzo was the boss of the Kansas City Family.
Detective Bladen nodded slowly and noncommittally said, "I'll pass it along."
"Would you let Cleves know that I had to leave?" Jonas asked as he opened his car door. "I heard about the girl and just came by to make sure everything was OK. Let him know that I'll talk to him later. Nice meeting you."
"Nice meeting you too," Detective Bladen mumbled as the car door closed. The Mercedes did a U-turn in the road and he stared after the retreating tail lights.
"Interesting person isn't he?" Cleves asked behind from him.
Jim jumped and spun around. "Shit Cleves," he yelled. "Don't sneak up on me like that."
Cleves chuckled and said, "I couldn't sneak up on you if you were paying attention. What happened there?"
"What do you mean?" Jim asked a little nervously. He took a deep breath to calm and steady his nerves. "What happened where?"
"Why did you react like that when Jonas was explaining why he is going straight?" Cleves asked.
"Oh, now its Jonas is it? Why are you on first name basis with a known Mob hit man?" Jim asked challengingly. He was franticly trying to think of something to explain his reaction. He knew that Cleves would pick up on his reaction because he knew just how good a cop Cleves was.
"Getting on a first name basis with someone that takes a bullet for you is kind of natural," Cleves said dryly.
"Oh yeah," Jim said a little calmer. "I heard about that. Sorry I wasn't there to help you."
Cleves waved the apology off and asked, "So why the reaction?"
"Well, he started asking me what I would do if something happened to Betty like what happened to his family. It was just, well; the thought of it terrified me."
"Yeah, I can understand that," Cleves said nodding but he wondered if that was all there was to it. He had wondered a few times about how Jim managed the nice clothes and car.
Jim looked in time to see the tail lights of the Mercedes disappear around a curve in the road after it weaved through a gaggle of civilian cars trying to investigate the flashing lights. "Do you really think he's going straight after what happened to his family?" he asked Cleves.
Cleves shrugged and said, "I don't know for sure but I think he is. I know that he's pretty smart and there is something about him that, well ... I don't know how to explain it exactly but he seems to know things."
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After Renée and I finished eating, she scooted around the booth to sit closer to me. She looked uneasy as her hand settled on my thigh. Her touch felt good in several ways, and I started to pump up automatically. I was surprised at my body for responding to sex when something of much greater importance was happening. Renée didn't reach for my crotch, but she did notice my surprised look. I put my hand on hers, not only to keep her from finding my extension, but to assure her that I wasn't...
Feeling better after our romp on the floor, Renée and I got dressed. I retrieved a different pair of shorts and my only shirt. The rest of my new wardrobe was still in the trunk of Renée's car. Renée wore a light summer dress, cyan with blue lines running through the blouse that enhanced her curves. Snug around her midriff and relaxed around her breasts and hips, it reminded me of the dress she had worn in the dream we shared the night before. However, I could tell that she had on blue...
I no more than handed Tabitha and Nadia their drinks and there was a knock at the door. Renée turned and looked out the window. "Linda and Li are here!" I answered the door. "Great! You made it." Linda smiled up at me. "Ral, this is my sister Li." Linda was still wearing the clothes she had on from work and I looked over at her sister. Li was wearing a white button up, sleeveless shirt. The top buttons were open, exposing just enough cleavage to tease. Her black skirt was...
Erin struggled. She fought with and yelled at Mike. She knew it was him but she hadn't seen his face. She spat curses and screamed for help as he carried her to his car and put her in. However, for some reason no one came, no one noticed her. Mike pushed her in and across, not allowing her alone in the car for too long. She watched the scenery go by, buildings, cars, people. She yelled and called, screamed and slammed herself into the door, but nothing stopped what was happening. She was...
Renée and I got to the hospital. The staff wouldn't let us in because we weren't family. "I'm her friend. Her family isn't here because she's a student at UTA." I tried to explain, but they wouldn't let me by. It was the same with Renée. All I could think of was getting to her, to see her safe. The doctors wouldn't hurt her, but they might ask some really tough questions. I had other ways though. Renée and I mulled around in the waiting area of the Emergency room. A television was...
It was the evening of the same day, about nine o'clock and Patty and her mother were sitting in the living room. Paula was pretending to read a book while she covertly watched Patty playing lovingly with Champ. Little prickles of sensation rippled over Paula's flesh as she remembered the way Champ had sunk his huge cock to the hilt in her daughter's eager vagina. She wondered if they were going to have to get rid of the dog. You just couldn't have a dog around that made love to human...
“Why do you need protection?” The words rang in my ears over and over again. What could I tell him without him thinking I was crazy? I almost choked on my laughter. He was a demon. Of course he would believe me, but would he help me? “I’ll tell you if you’ll promise to protect me.” Vashka smiled at me. “A bargain. What are the terms?” “You’ll help me no matter what the odds are.” I glared into his eyes. I was beginning to hate that smile; that arrogant self centered smile. “That’s not a...
EroticRemember my saying that part of my story began in the present but actually it did not. Well, some of it that did not began about one year earlier. And it goes something like this... "Mind if I sit here Jeremy?" I asked, pretty sure he wouldn't object, especially because at the time, all eyes in the break room were upon me. It wasn't because I was the most beautiful woman employed at Massive Mortgage, though I was! No, the reason everyone present in the room was looking at me was because...
Jonas was sitting on his bench in the garden. He considered it his bench now since it seemed that he was spending so much time there. He heard Joe clear his throat and looked over at the little old man sitting at the other end of the bench. "Joe, would you like a comb or a brush for your birthday?" Jonas joked with a smile. "I don't know if you are aware of it but your hair is wild." Joe chuckled and said, "I have a bunch of both but I keep losing them." "So, are Pam and Mary OK?"...
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...