It Happened 2/3
Title: It Happened.
Author: Cloudox (xcloudx on fanfiction(dot)net)
Summary: Sequel to And Then. Brian’s on another undercover mission in Florida.
Characters: Brian, Dom, Rome, Monica
Genre: Drama, Angst, Suspense
WARNING: Non-con, blood, swearing
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I don't own anything
(Thank you all for reading and reviewing!)
Rome shrugs and sighs, his shoulders sinking , “I don’t know what to do, he’s like my brother I hate to see it come to this but,” He shrugs trying to figure out what to do but doesn’t come up with anything. “I don’t know… I feel like we can’t trust anybody.”
Dom agrees and tries to think. They needed help from someone else.
Xxxx
Brian steps out of his car and walks up the long cement path to Verone’s mansion reaching the security gate, he buzzes himself in and looks up at the security camera placed above the gate. A few seconds later the gates creak open.
He lets himself inside the mansion and finds Verone staring at the security screens.
“I’m glad you’re on time. Tomorrow you’re going to a spritzy club called ‘Randevu’ go in and find a guy named Jordan.”
He clicks acouple buttons and a man pops up on his computer screen, Brian leans in to get a closer look.
“ Black, 6 foot, tattoos on his right arm, tell him my name and tell him that your there for the shipment. This shouldn’t be a problem I already told him a lot about you,” Verone turns around and smiles looking Brian up and down while he licks his lips. “Dress somewhat hip, you’ll need it to fit in.”
“He’ll give you two cases, bring them to the warehouse on 103rd street downtown. Do not stop for anyone or anything, got me?”
Brian nods.
“Got me?” Verone repeats, this time threateningly.
“Yeah, understood.” He whispers out.
“Brian, you’ve been proving yourself to me. Tomorrow is really important I suggest you don’t run late or screw up.”
“I won’t.” Brian says firmly looking at Verone’s eyes on his.
“Come’ere.” Verone motions for him to come over.
Brian walks over and stands in front of Verone who pushes him down to his knees by his shoulders. Without thinking, because thinking made things real, he undoes Verone’s pants and takes the man’s length which is hard and long waiting to be tended too.
“Yeah, you’re a filthy whore aren’t you? That’s it suck your daddy.” His hands runs through Brian’s sunbleached hair and grips it tight forcing Brian to swallow him deeper and pick up the pace.
“Moan for me,”
“Mmm,” Brain squeezes his eyes shut as Verone’s member is at the back of his throat, his mouth and jaw aching while trying his best not to scrape his teeth on Verone. Last time he did that… he shudders thinking about it.
“Yeah that’s it whore,” Verones pace picks up, slamming into Brian’s mouth then finally coming. “Swallow it all.”
Brian does as he’s told and then gets up on shaky feet.
“The directions are on the GPS, time is money Brian so be quick about this.” He walks away probably to clean himself, maybe it was the fear of leaving a trail behind but Verone had the weirdest OCD to constantly clean himself.
He’s been with Verone for two months and during that time Verone had come on to him, forced him to do things. He met up with Bilkins and was going to tell him but he couldn’t. The shame of being over powered by a man and forced to do sexual things to him was not part of the deal, but what could he do? Tell him no? Blow the case? No. Instead he was blowing Verone and now he had to run his dirty errands.
Despite everything he just told Dom and Rome he feels like he’s not even undercover anymore, like the Feds forgot about him and isn’t really watching over him like Big Brother should.
And for some reason can’t help but constantly think of what Leon told him months ago.
“You think you had us fooled? Vince knew what you were, and everyone except Mia and Dom had their doubts, cause Mia and Dom are good people. But me, Vince, Letty, hell dawg even Jesse knew you were a fake! We talked almost every night about you and your sketchy motives. You remember that for the next undercover assignment!”
Brian grinds his teeth and pushes the thought out, he’s a good Agent, and he won’t mess this up. Not again.
Leaving Verone’s compound he feels the prickling sensation of someone watching him, he looks around but can’t spot anyone. But he knows, someone is always watching.
When he first started working for Verone with Rome the man was demanding but nothing like how he is now. He can’t help but wonder if it was the presence of Rome that made Verone hold his sexual urges for Brian because as soon as Rome left that man went batshit.
It was difficult to not blow his undercover and just throw Verone in lockup under sexual assault charges. He had come close to giving up everything, getting raped just wasn’t worth it to him. And then Monica disappeared. Bilkins and Markham were getting on his ass about information, seeing anything suspicious, asking if Verone has told him anything… but he wasn’t getting anything. All of Verones files were hidden and probably locked, and it was becoming startling clear to see that Verone didn’t trust Brian like he used to trust Monica. So that was his tactic, get Verone to trust him by any means…
Brian pulls into one of the various headquarters Markham has around the area, it changes every time they meet so it doesn’t look sketchy to whoever is watching. It’s a typical office building, the first floor is the DMV so if anyone asked him he could just say he was there fixing his license or something. They were on the fifth floor, all abandoned offices, perfect for the feds.
Computers line the room, a big map with pinpoints all over it indicating something or other is on the wall near the coffee machine. Bilkins is making a cup when he walks in.
Markham is looking at a computer and looks at Brian, eyes narrowing.
“You have anything yet? It’s been a month, what does he have you doing in there cleaning dishes?”
Brian ignores Markham’s comment and takes a seat at the table in the center of the room.
“Yeah, Verone just gave me directions, wants me to go to that club downtown, Randevu.”
Bilkens places a coffee next to him, he mutters a thanks.
“I’m supposed to retrieve two cases and bring them to a warehouse located on 103rd. I don’t know if this is another test, or he’s finally trusting me… I don’t know. I tried asking about Monica once already,” He holds back a shudder.
Brian isn’t afraid of Verone, oh no… He can’t let himself be afraid, he has to allow himself to be beat by this man, forced drugs by him and forced to say ‘ah’ when Verone unzips his pants but he can’t allow himself to fear him because that means he’s lost: his pride, his hope, and himself.
“And?” They press on.
“And what?”
“What did he say? When you asked about her?”
“Oh he told me she left to see her mother in Peru and she’ll be back Friday. What do you think he told me?! Nothing! I can’t get a damn thing out of him, he keeps asking me to run petty errands and ever since Monica left and Rome left I think he’s been questioning my loyalty. We shouldn’t have pulled Rome!”
Bilkens shakes his head, “We had to Brian, Rome isn’t even an Agent, we don’t want that liability.”
“You didn’t mind that before!” Brian growls out, pissed off.
“We didn’t mind O’Conner because Monica was giving us updates everyday about Verone’s plans. We had secure knowledge and Rome was only to be a driver and would have the protection of two Agents. Now we have no idea of his plans, he was supposed to have you and Rome pick up money and deliver it to him according to Monica. But that was the last we heard, and it’s a good thing we took Rome out…”
Brian nods. He doesn’t want Rome to get hurt even though he can handle himself.
After going over what Verone told him again he leaves.
He found it odd that Monica would disappear after telling them about the money, there’s a possibility Verone found out that she’s an agent and decided to call the whole thing off. But if Brian were to question him now, after a month had gone by when they were supposed to have done the delivery it would make him look suspicious. So now the question is; what is Verone planning on using him for?
He finally gets home, after making a quick beer stop, and finds Dom on the doc next to the boat looking at the sunset.
“Hey,” Dom says and looks over at Brian, “What happened?”
Brian sighs, “Want a drink?”
Dom nods and Brian hands him a Corona then takes one for himself setting the case next to them.
“Rough day,” Brian looks over at Dom. “I miss California, working on cars in your garage, not really worrying about the job.”
Dom looks over at Brian, the guy really did have them fooled… or maybe Brian just ended up fooling himself. Brian looks like he needs a break, or at least a home cooked meal and a nights rest. His eyes have dark circles underneath them and his body looking alittle underfed, whatever Verone has Brian doing it’s affecting him more than he’s showing.
California does sound good right about now.
“I hear you.” Dom holds out his beer bottle to Brian and they clack their bottles together.
“When I was in Lompoc all I would do is think about what I would do when I got out. I had all these ideas, some crazier than others… but I felt it was the only thing keeping me going.”
Brian looks down at his beer not sure what to say.
“You aren’t in prison Brian, you can leave now.” Dom says, almost sounding like a plea. “Whatever Verone has you doing Brian… it’s not good. And the way you let him hit you, Brian,”
“I’ll be fine Dom,” Brian cuts him off and smiles, lightly punching Dom’s arm. “I mean how can I not be?”
Brian struggles not to spill out his dark secrets, in a way Dom understood him in ways no one else could, except for the fact that he isn’t in prison instead it’s his own personal cell he can’t ever escape from.
Dom sighs and then has at it before he changes his mind.
“He touch you?”
Dom asks so quiet Brian barely hears him, but he does and he stops breathing.
“What? No! I’m a cop Dom, I wouldn’t let that happen.”
Brian’s shaking his head, a look of disgust across his face as he takes a long pull of his beer. Dom stares at him and Brian looks over, he doesn’t want Dom to know, no one should know. HE doesn’t want to know!
“It doesn’t matter if you’re a cop Brian, you know that, and while you are undercover you can’t do shit until you have everything. Rome told me,” Dom pauses almost wondering if he should say.
“What’d Rome say?”
“He told me about the looks Verone would give you, when you weren’t looking. You said it yourself, he’s dangerous.” Dom tries not to sound jealous but he can’t help sounding angry.
“He never told me that. I never…” Brian tries to think. “…noticed.” He didn’t notice until Rome was gone.
Dom doesn’t say anything , he looks over at Brian wishing he could do something to help.
“I’m sorry, Brian.”
“Like I said Dom, I’ll be fine.” Brian nods and heads inside.
Dom frowns and finishes his beer.
“You better.” He quietly says before heading in.
Xxxx
Brian scans the parking lot, several unmarked swat vehicles are around the perimeter. He strides up to the side entrance of the club, the bouncer stares at him looking him up and down.
“Uh, I’m here for Jordan. Verone sent,” The man nods at the name and lets him in before he can finish.
It’s your typical ‘people dancing erotically all over the place -strobe lights flashing and twirling to the beat of the music -smell of perfume, cologne and sex fill the air’ kind of club which made it somewhat difficult to find the man.
He manages to spot a few men looking like Jordan but can’t decide which one but doesn’t have to when one of them makes their way to him. He looks at Brian with hard calculating eyes.
“Follow me.” The loud deep demanding voice drops a weight in his stomach.
They walk to the back of the club then go through a door hidden in the corner that leads downstairs. When they finally reach the bottom there’s a door with a hand signature lock and code key pad, Jordan puts his hand on the pad and punches in the code after. The door unlocks and they go through.
The basement is massive, boxes and suitcases all over neatly stacked and placed on shelves and tables. Two men with guns are sorting through boxes of ammunition but stop and look over when they come in.
He can see guns, military weapons neatly placed inside the top box of about forty other boxes that are most likely holding guns too. Could this be where the Trans got theirs? If he could trace it back to this!
He remains calm and follows Jordan over to the corner of the basement and points down to two average sized suitcases, “Those are Verones, you can take one, for the second one you’ll have to work for it.”
Brian clenches his fists, “Work for it?”
Shit!
“Yeh, suga,” He grabs Brian’s ass, “And I think you know exactly what I mean.”
Brian punches the massive guy in the face backing away, “No way in hell, this wasn’t a part of the plan!”
A guy from behind him grabs his shoulders holding him still, but he stomps on the guys foot and jabs him in the ribcage with his elbow but Jordan is once again in front of him, and the man behind him brings his leg around Brian’s sending him to the floor.
“Oh and Verone knows, in fact he insisted, told us what a fine whore you’ve been. We gave him a discount of course, this is all business.” Jordan laughs undoing his pants while the guy behind Brian is taking Brian’s pants off.
“You’re gonna fucking regret this you sick fuck! I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Brian starts to flip out, just as Jordans member is out in front of him his arm breaks free from the grasp of the man behind him.
Adrenaline rushing through his veins, Brian grabs Jordan’s manhood and rips it off, a loud frantic scream, blood all over the place. In a state of shock the man behind Brian lets him go giving him enough time to grab his pistol and shoot him in the face.
Blood splatters the floor and walls; the two other men come rushing over with weapons ready. Brian gets one in the neck but the other fires at Brian the shot grazing his arm, he shoots the guy but misses as well. They both duck behind a wall, Brian checks his ammo, he has only five shots left, he quickly looks over and takes fire when he notices the man is doing the same, a loud cry comes from the guy.
“You’re fucked man! You realize what you just did!?”
Brian doesn’t say anything.
“That man you just killed was an undercover cop!”
Brian freezes.
He looks down at the floor, Jordan is wimpering on the floor half in a state of consciousness, the other lifeless men bleeding all over the floor. The bright light above them flickers and the smell of metal and gun powder suddenly attacks his senses. Some part of him wants to smile, this is the kind of stuff he likes about his job. Taking down the bad guys, surviving, but the quick adrenaline high is quickly leaving and needs to act.
Brian quickly takes out his phone and dials, “Bilkins we have a code 275 at the ‘Randevu’”
The man looks at Brian, fear on his face as he realizes what Brian is and makes a run for the door. Acting quickly Brian shoots the man in the foot sending the man flying on the floor hollering in pain. He runs over and kicks the gun away from his reach then pats him down for other weapons coming up with several and tossing them to the side. He bends down and handcuffs the man to a nearby table.
“You’re under arrest for shooting at an officer, illegal distribution of military weapons, “He starts reading the Miranda rights when he hears something from his phone.
Bilkins is yelling, Brian looks down at his phone, he forgot he was in the middle of a conversation.
“Sorry Bilkins, listen, I have to go to the warehouse downtown on 103rd street I may need back up, be ready. Also we have a mess in the basement of Randevu, and a suspect.” He hangs up looking down he takes the two suitcases and runs out of there as fast as he can.
He looks up the stairs then looks down the hall wondering if he should chance finding an exit, he doesn’t want the people in the club to notice him in this condition, the less who see him the better. He runs down the hall then rounds the corner, a flash of white and the painful landing has the suitcases sprawled on the ground. He looks up.
An Asian man. Lance Tran.
“You’re dead, I killed you!” Brian unconsciously backs up, normally after getting punched he would hurry and defend himself but this is just… shocking?
“Right, well, I’m ‘still alive’.” He puts finger quotes and starts picking up the suitcases.
Oh, hell no. Brian stands up and kicks the suitcase out of Lance’s grasp.
“What are you doing here Tran?”
The man freezes, “What did you just call me?”
Brian takes out his gun and aims, “Tran, right? Lance. Don’t even tell me you have amnesia that only works in fucking movies now put your fucking hands behind your head and face the fucking wall!”
Lance stares at him like he just realized something big, his hands are shaking in tight fists and his eyes narrow on Brian.
“You’re the son of a bitch that killed my cousin.”
“What?” Lance, or… the guy whips out his gun and Brian ducks behind the corner avoiding the flying bullets.
The shooting stops, “You must be the ‘heroic’ officer the newspapers were talking about, pretty soon you’re going to be the dead officer they will talk about.”
Brian takes a chance, braces himself and shoots immediately as he looks over the corner. The cousin is right in his face as he does, he fires his weapon but the shot hits the ceiling and Tran is punching him in the stomach sending him backwards.
“I can’t…” He tries to regain his posture, “believe your cousins, you look like twins.”
Like a ghost coming back to haunt him or something, he really has to hurry this up and get the suitcases back.
“I’m going to have my revenge for Lance, I’m going to mangle your body so much they won’t know whether you were even human or not!” He takes out a machete that was strapped to his thigh.
Brian takes aim and shoots Tran, or tries, he’s out of ammo. Of course, shit! Tran yells and brings down the blade at Brian’s head, he dodges and the blade marks the wall. Brian punches Tran in the back of the head and jumps back when the machete swings for his stomach.
“You don’t want to mess with Verone.” He breathes out but can’t finish because Tran runs at him and body slams him into the wall.
Brian struggles and headbutts Tran who then staggers back, Brian kicks his mid section but then Tran grabs his ankle and twists it sending Brian into the floor.
“Oof,” He struggles to stand up but is kicked in the ribs. Tran aims to kick again but Brian dodges and nearly trips as he tries to run and stand up and the same time. He spins around and Tran has the long machete pointed at his throat.
“Who do you think hired Verone cop?”
Brian tenses, “What?”
Tran goes in for the kill.
It Happened 3/3: cloudox.livejournal.com/4099.html#cutid1