Quinn bumped into Mila in the halls again the next day shortly after third lecture and Mila giggled obnoxiously making Quinn think she had been searching for her.
“Quinn, I’m surprised you’re still going to class…”
“Why?” Quinn sighed, rolling her eyes expecting some drab insult. She was wearing black jeans and her striped arm warmers so looked quite edgy.
“Oh? You don’t know yet! That’s hilarious that no one has told you, don’t you have any friends looking out for you?”
“What are you on about?”
“Your car’s been vandalized.” She gave a real shit-eating grin. “Seems I’m not the only person who hates you around here.” She sauntered off with a toss of her hair as her friends all cackled like witches and followed her.
“What the fuck!?” Quinn ran to her car.
She stared at it in mortified shock a
Reese was sitting on a bench seat just off to the right of the steps leading up from the parking lot to the main administration building so had the perfect view when a blacked out Bentley was admitted through the security guard post and into the carpark followed by a large tow-truck.The Bentley pulled into the space next to Quinn’s Mustang as she got out of it, glancing nervously over at where Reese was plainly in sight before the driver of the Bentley got out and opened the back door for her and she clambered in and the driver closed the door. The tow-truck went about his business hooking Quinn’s car up.Quinn slid in beside Antonio and looked up at him with concern. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”“Quiet.” He ordered in that low smooth tone. “I don’t want to hear any excuses or apologies just tell me what happened.” He was firm but calm and she knew that could mean trouble.How did
When Quinn didn’t turn up to classes the next day Reese sought out Cory to have a chat.“Have you been messaging Quinn?”“Yeah, of course. I wanted to make sure she was okay.”“So you know you need to sort out Mila Buick, right?”“Yeah, yeah…I’ll have a word with her if you really think she did it.”“Did she tell you that she goes around telling everyone you’re her boyfriend after you slept with her at that party last semester? She tells every girl you act nice towards to back off behind your back.”“You’re kidding me?” Cory rubbed the back of his neck anxiously.“I’m fucking not…this is all your fault for not keeping your bitches in line.” Reese thundered.“Hey, easy man, I wasn’t to know…I’ll fix it.”“You better.”“Is that the reason Quinn’s not here today?”Reese’s mouth twisted. “She says she wants to just stay away till the fervor dies down, but I don’t know, it’s hard to reach her when it’s only by message…maybe I’ll drop in on her after my last class, I’ve only three today.”“
Reese had spent the rest of the day gathering information rather than attend his classes…he knew several people had filmed Quinn reacting to her car being vandalized and also knew that the guys who did it were probably part of that, so he had a couple of the computer kids up in the executive room searching through everyone’s social media and finding all the names that posted on it.He had four names of guys that he suspected…A knock sounded on the door and Tank got up from his couch and opened it. Jacob walked in tossing up and catching a USB stick over and over with a pretty little Asian girl walking in behind him with a bob of black hair and glasses. “Got it, Boss…all thanks to Yuki here.”Reese gave the girl a sultry smirk as Jacob walked over and handed the USB stick to the guy at the computer.“Thanks, I hope the security guy wasn’t too sleazy?”She shook her head shyly.“Nah…” Jacob said amused. “He was all for it to be as quick as possible, was maybe a bit rough though, eh Yuk
Reese entered the warehouse with Tank and Mac in tow pulling Ryan in as he struggled violently in protest.“What the fuck is this man, I thought you said I was going back to Scarsdale Campus?”“Did I?” Reese chuckled as he took his jacket off and threw it over a long table that was set up against the wall, he grabbed an old wooden chair and dragged it into the center of the dingy warehouse and pointed to it. “Sit down. Let’s have a chat.”Tank and Mac pulled Ryan over to the chair and threw him at it, standing in front of him menacingly as Reese wandered back to the table and sought out his vape from his jacket pocket then some boxing tape and started wrapping his hands. A thumping bang sounded on the steel door into the warehouse and Reese being closest unlocked it and Jacob came in with two others.“For fuck’s sake, come on man…it was just a car, you’re acting like I killed someone!&rdqu
Reese returned home to find Cory’s pickup truck parked out front. As he drove his car into his reserved slot he saw Cory get out and walk up to him.“Why are you here again, this is becoming a habit I don’t like.” Reese asked him with a surly tone.“How is she?” Cory asked, instead of answering.Reese clucked his tongue while locking his car. “You better come inside I guess.”Cory grinned and followed Reese through the entrance security gate and into the communal pool area, around the pool to his own apartment and he unlocked the large slider that was his informal front door. There was a formal front door down a path on the other side of the complex from the street but he never used it and neither did his friends.Cory noticed there were two guys already lounging by the pool and one of the other residents was looking out their windows at them with a sour look on their face. Reese did a h
Reese huffed as he sat back in his seat and let his gaze wander the restaurant. He was bored and felt these little family dinners were a complete waste of time especially when it was cutting into his Saturday night. Why his father always insisted on him meeting every bloody new wife potential was beyond him. This one seemed to be a little bit crafty and was actually of a decent age for his fifty five year old father, she looked to be thirty rather than the twenty somethings he kept showing up with, and was decent enough to look at. He wished them all the best and good luck once the woman found out what his father, Cillian O’Shea, did for a living.In the good old days it was extortion, booze running and illegal gambling, these days it was guns and drugs importing that the Irish Mob invested in and a healthy dose of money laundering through their various legitimate looking businesses, including restaurants, hotels and clubs.Reese’s eyes fell on a familiar f
Emma entered the Student Executive Office with a strange trepidation having no idea why she was being summoned first thing on a Monday morning. She knew she hadn’t done anything to warrant this and she was nervous about having to face Reese O’Shea noticing he was alone in the room.Reese smiled as she entered and stood up from the computer desk, indicating for her to sit on the couches.“Emma Johnson, glad you could come and see me. Please sit down, make yourself comfortable, I’m just wanting to have a little bit of a personal chat with you. You don’t mind, do you?”He gave her a sexy smile as he sat down in the arm chair that faced side on to the couch and crossed his legs exuding a calm friendly manner that seemed to work on putting Emma at ease.“Oh, okay…whew! I thought for a minute I was in trouble.” She giggled nervously as she sat down, pulling her skirt down as much as she could to cover her t
“Do I have to do this?” Quinn asked nervously. “You told me my weeks were my own, so why am I having to go to some charity auction on a Thursday? Who even does these things during the week?” She was standing in front of Antonio wearing a long dark blue dress that the shop assistant had recommended for the event and that the shop fitters were now hemming while they waited. This meant two nights were taken up by this, today being Wednesday and tomorrow the night of the event, both of which she could be studying.He was sitting in a comfy chair, one leg hooked up over the other while he scrutinized Quinn in the stunning velvet dress that showed a lot of cleavage in a dipping sweetheart neckline.“The rich with nothing better to do…and of course you do, you’re my partner in this now…why do you dare to question me?”The fitters glanced nervously at each other while they worked on the dress as Quinn stood still o
Trigger warning - Explicit sex scenesReese stopped a waiter abruptly, startling him to see Reese carrying a young woman.“Where’s the back entrance?”“Ah…this way, Sir. Is anything wrong, do you need an ambulance?”“No, we’re fine.”As they crossed the road Reese saw a convenience store two doors down from the hotel and put Quinn down on her feet gently. “Wait here for a sec…”Cory and Quinn waited as he ran down the street and into the store, Quinn bit her lip as Cory huffed impatiently.“What the fuck is he doing?”Quinn glanced at Cory but said nothing. She could guess exactly what he was doing and a nervous excitement started making her skin vibrate and deep inside her start to ache in anticipation.Cory seemed by instinct or pheromone smell to know and pulled her into his chest, his eyes surveying the street like a possessive seri
Maya stepped into the bathroom to find Reese leaning on the door of a cubicle with his arms folded.“Oh, goodness, Reese…I think you have the wrong bathroom.” She exclaimed with fake shock.Reese’s top lip lifted in a derogatory sneer as he stood up. “Yeah, seem to…” He muttered and walked out.As the door closed Maya turned to face the locked cubicle. “You can come out now, he’s gone.”She heard a rather obnoxious sigh and cluck of a tongue. “I’m actually trying to pee if everyone would stop talking to me through the damn door!”Maya laughed and turned a tap on. “How’s that?”There was silence, just the sound of the rushing water for a bit then the toilet flushed and the door opened.The stunning young girl that walked out flicked her large green eyes up at Maya as she walked to the vanity and stuck her hands under the flowing water before pumping some soap and washing her hands then turning away as the water stopped automatically.“Thanks.” Quinn said dryly then stuck her hands unde
Cillian O’Shea was a calm cautious man, but he had a snapping point and when it was reached he was very quick to escalate to violence.He confronted his son with a patient gaze, golden to match, ready to hear him out before coming to conclusions. Reese grit his teeth, raking a hand through his hair trying to figure out where to start, he glanced at Liam, standing behind his father’s left shoulder, and he frowned at him. He had warned Reese to tell his father everything before acting and getting Quinn out of her situation with Antonio.“Do you know about Augusto Ferrante’s second wife?” Reese asked, deciding this might be a good point of entry.Cillian gave Reese a small frown of thought. “The one that passed just recently?”“Yeah, well do you know who her first husband was and what happened in Boston?”Cillian’s frown deepened and he coolly folded his arms. “I know enough about the situation, how do you know about it?”“Because that girl out there with Cory is O’Malley’s daughter and
Augusto Ferrante sauntered through the entrance doors and into the large marbled foyer of the venue for the Annual Police Awards Dinner and Charity Fundraiser. He stroked his hand down his jacket over the buttons watching the men on the doors to the event hall panic at his unannounced presence.The fact that he had arrived with a large entourage of ten men with concealed weapons was probably what was causing most of the drama now going on before his eyes but because he was making no move to try and enter the actual event it seemed the people didn’t know what to do as the foyer was quite obviously a public space.He was quite happy to stay right here and wait for the Commissioner to arrive, he wished to speak to him about a certain rumor he had heard.He watched with little interest, an amused smirk on his face as the guests started to arrive. The police among them knew exactly who he was and seemed agitated by his presence. The other contingent, the mob in
Quinn stood gaping at the door in disbelief. Wendy came over and touched her shoulder. “Goodness what was that all about?”“I don’t know…” Quinn said, looking at the floor, tears trying to fill her eyes.“I’m sorry, Quinn…is that how you feel?”“No!” Quinn shook her head. “I do it to fill the day because I’m bored and the house is too quite otherwise…I…”“Perhaps we are taking it for granted a bit…you have cooked and cleaned every day this week.”“I was just helping out, you are all so busy and I’m stuck hiding out here in your house…”Wendy smiled. “I get that, but perhaps you are doing too much.”“I thought about getting a part time job during the day, but…”“It’s risky, I mean, Mr Ferrante can’t search the entirety of New York fo
All was quiet over the week, Quinn was able to meet with the psychiatrist on Wednesday and talk about her confused feelings towards Antonio, how he treated her, his escalating violence and control and how that could affect her relationships going forward. The fact that she had been attracted to and consented with Antonio in the years previous and had enjoyed sex, submission and bondage with him under his control but was still of a mind to recognize his increasing violence, control and removal of her right to object as wrong indicated she was perfectly normal. Especially given the fact that she had sought a way out of the relationship at these indicators and left the situation, the shrink praised her for being a brave, intelligent young woman. She didn’t mention Reese and Cory but by the sounds of what the shrink had told her the list was a great idea. Had Reese researched things? It made her able to trust that she would be in safer hands with the two of them and that she had a
Quinn was quite industrious in compiling her list and Cory didn’t need to make sure she did it. He had her sitting in the basement on his laptop searching up some rather riskè shit and he chuckled to think how he would explain it if his parents ever saw his search history.Quinn dropped back into the couch with a huff at one point on Sunday, scratching her head. Cory looked around from the assignment he was working on for college at that frustrated little huff. “What’s the problem?”“Oh, nothing…”He swung his chair around to give her a challenging look. “Talk, bunny.”“I’m just not sure what the difference between flogging and whipping is…”Cory’s jaw clenched tight and he swallowed hard. I shouldn’t have asked. “Okay…it’s just the implement that’s used I thought…”“So it can still hurt and scar?&rdq
Warning: MM Sex sceneCory went downstairs to find Reese in the fridge grabbing a bottle of water, he turned, flicking the fridge door closed and wrenched the cap off the bottle, sculling it back as he watched with that intense golden glow as Cory walked in behind him.“You could have just joined in?” Cory said sourly, dropping down on to a stool at the kitchen counter.“Principals, Curry…without them, this won’t work, especially with Quinn…”Quinn came rushing in. “What won’t work, exactly?”Reese put the bottle down and leaned back against the kitchen bench to face the two of them. “Sit down, Quinn.”She glanced at Cory as he grimaced and then obediently sat on the stool next to him. “Is this because you said it has to be the three of us?”Reese sucked his teeth, composing his words. “In order for this to work, babe, we all need to be on the
Reese woke early, he was used to getting up in the mornings and going for a run before a workout, shower and off to college. He sat up, rubbing his face and looked down at Quinn sleeping quietly beside him. Cory had turned over to face away, his feet out of the covers and Quinn was back to back with him with a contented look on her peaceful face. Reese lay back down and just took the moment to gaze at her face. She really was beautiful and without a doubt he knew if she had plastered herself all over social media like most girls her age she would have been snapped up as a model. He reached out and took up the loose braid that she had put her hair in to sleep and ran it through his hand appreciating the unusual color, he looked at his scarred and calloused knuckles through her hair and paused, dropping her hair and pulling his hand away. Did he even deserve to touch something so exquisite with hands like these? Hands trained to maim and kill, rough hands that would only scratch such