Moved On

Moved On Part Twenty Two

It was the early hours of the morning before Sean finally slipped into bed, giving an exhausted smile when he felt the warmth of the other occupant. He'd spent the night tying up loose ends, leaving false trails, eradicating all evidence so nothing incriminating could lead back to either clients, or him. His associate's hadn't been informed about what was happening because...well basically, he just didn't fancy getting shot.

If he was as good at his job as he thought he was, they should all escape unscathed. It all boiled down to his skill against his investigators.

His skill was better, it had to be, or he probably would get shot. He pulled Annie's slumbering body close. Naked flesh, she had been waiting for him. Taking a deep breath of sweet, apple fragranced skin he rested his chin on the top of her head. Facing the music wasn't his only option, he'd thought about taking Annie and running. But he couldn't just walk away, people he knew didn't let that happen. Also if he did that, what would be their life? Perpetually bailing out at the drop of a hat, never settling down, never having friends or family? Sean's best hope was that he would be deported for being an illegal alien. And of course there were the previous drug offences, couldn’t forget them.

All being well he would be handed over to British justice and serve the rest of his sentence. He gave a bitter smile remembering the pub brawl that had caused him to violate his probation. It hadn't been his fault the fight had started, but he had made sure he finished it.

Not going back to prison had seemed so important then, now it was a lifeline. He couldn't leave this criminalistic world under his own steam but he could be arrested out of it. Better eighteen months in Belmarsh, than thirty in Leavenworth, or worse, a dusty grave in the desert.

The only problem, as he saw it, was Annie, when he got deported so she would she. That meant possibly she’d go to prison too. Sean could afford counsel for her, but he couldn't make her crime disappear.

They could start again though, do their time and go straight.

Start again.

Annie had run from the law the first time, how would she react if he told her the police were coming to get them? Probably not well, she might even try skipping off again.

So, just don't tell her, a dark voice suggested slyly. Sean ran his hand over silky thigh, hip and waist. Annie moaned in her sleep and arched back into him. Pushing his arm under her neck, he brought her in tighter, fingers searching the wet heat between her legs. Sean scraped his five o'clock shadow across one sensitive shoulder before lightly biting down.

With a smile she purred throatily.

Rolling her gently to lay on her belly, Sean moved over her, dragging his mouth across her back.

Annie curled her lower spine, eagerly presenting to her mate.

Nudging her legs wider, Sean slid his length into her tight cunny, seating himself as deep as he could. He had promised to protect her, make sure she was safe and he would...his way. Because Sean wasn't giving up what was his.

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"You know if you'd actually gone grocery shopping with Franci like you said, we could be eating ice cream in bed right now." Sean grumbled, tiredly pulling the car into his drive after a quick visit to a late night convenience store.

"Stop complaining, Annie laughed, arguing stubbornly. Opening the passenger door she climbed from the car. "You owe me ice cream, especially after what you did to me today."

"What I did? Sean asked shutting the door with a meaty clunk and walking round to her side. “I took you to the Grand Canyon for a nice day out queen, we had a plane and helicopter ride. You can't ask for more than that."

“You jumped up and down on the skywalk!” Annie exclaimed.

"I did you a favour, you were almost hyperventilating." His heavy arm settled across her shoulders "I had to prove you had nothing to fear."

"You could have sent us all plummeting into Grand Canyon." Annie contended. "You made that old lady cry."

"Alright, I didn't mean to do that but..."

Sean's rueful response was cut short as he suddenly and unexpectedly slumped to the floor, his weight almost dragging her to the ground with him.

"Sean?" Annie cried, controlling his fall. He was out for the count, had he just fainted?

Straightening up she got a fleeting glance of her former housemate Joey, holding what looked like a Millwall brick, before the fist of another man ploughed into her face.

The sheer force of the punch sent her crashing to her knees. Dazed, pain exploded through her cheekbone, blinding her with tears. What was going on?

"What did you do that for?" Joey shouted, but not to her, to someone else.

"She knows why I did that, din't ya? Dirty cunt sold me out to O’Maolagain din't ya?"

English accent, Daniel Nielsen!

He grabbed her hair, yanking it back painfully, so her neck was exposed. "Left me in the desert to die, din't ya?"

Annie shook her head, trying to clear her vision. The brutal slap landing across the same bruised cheek sent sparks of fire slicing through her brain.

"Stop it man, that's Annie!" Joey cried, pulling Danny away. "You said we'd give him a beating, but you promised she wouldn't get hurt"

Sean stirred with a groan, directing attention to him.

"He waking up, hit him again." Danny ordered.

On all fours Annie's hand brushed against Sean's dropped car keys.

“I’m not beating on an unconscious dude!" Joey cried, offended at the suggestion.

"Trust me mate, you don't want him to get up." Danny warned coldly. "He's a big fucker."

Joey warily moved closer, as if approaching a wild animal, the homemade cosh didn't give much reach.

Annie crawled to the car, her shaking made the keys jangle as they slotted into the locked door. Holding her breath, she hoped they couldn't see what she was doing.

Joey’s scruples about hitting a partially conscious man cost him, Sean's hand struck like a snake, wrapping around his ankle, yanking him off his feet.

Danny responded by sticking his boot into Sean's ribs, a solid kick that caused air to gush from his lungs, instinctively Sean curled to protect himself.

Annie was in the car, scrabbling fingers opening the glove box, she knew it was here, she’d seen it. Relief flooded her as her fingers found the cool, heavy, metallic weapon. Turning, she faced the men, two against one, both attackers kicking and stamping on the grounded Sean.

Pointing the gun into the air she pulled the trigger...nothing.

Bugger, she’d forgotten the safety.

Flipping the catch, she again pointed the gun and pulled the trigger, the loud report almost blew her eardrums.

Danny fell to his knees groaning? Joey bolted.

Awkwardly climbing to his feet, Sean motioned her forward with one hand, the other clutching his ribs, his gravelly voice breathless. "Com’ere Annie."

On closer inspection she saw he had a split lip, and worried whether they had broken his ribs.

"You bitch, you fucking shot me." Danny spluttered, trying to stem the flow of blood seeping from his shoulder.

"You both need to go to the hospital." She informed them tremulously, a panicky feeling tingling across her nerve endings.

Sean ignored the advice. Sliding his hand along her arm he twisted the gun from her grasp, slipping it into the back of his trousers. Tilting her head, his eyes assessed the damage to her cheek. In a sudden burst of movement he kicked Danny in the head with the skill of a professional footballer.