Hidden - Chapter 20 - Bam
Rating : PG 13 - NC 17 (Locked when needed.)
Disclaimer : To my knowlage, Bam has never killed a soul, and Ville so far in life, is childless, and so this would mean that this tale is pure fiction.
Summary : Bam is a mass murderer who has been able to avoid the law for some time.
Ville is a proud father to a teenage daughter, whos mother died during her birth.
When the law starts to catch up to Bam, he flees to Finland and takes refugee in the singers home.
By holding his daughter hostage, Bam is able to convince Ville to lead a normal life. But Ville is able to wear the man down, and soon discovers the kind hearted man behind the hardened image and just why he turned to a life of crime. But will he allow himself to fall for the man threatening his daughters life? And what happens when the police close in on Bam?
P.O.V. - Alters between chapters until characters meet. (Odd - Ville / Even - Bam)
This story is dedicated to those murdered recently by the Ipswich Ripper, for it is that tragic tale, that inspired this work of fiction
Chapters 1 - 19 http://bonevalo.livejournal.com/1256.html
Bam
He was hugging me! And I was hugging him back! Was I mad? Was I stupid? I was meant to be scaring them, not being all lovey dubby with them. I pushed Ville away, so hard he stumpled and fell.
“Fuck off! I don’t need your fucking sympathy!” I cried, trying not to let them see the tears in my eyes. Lily looked confussed, Ville hurt. I guess my behaviour was kind of confusing, but I didn’t care. “Now I’m tierd, wheres the bedroom?” I asked, looking around. Ville stood and dusted himself off.
“We don’t have a spare, just mine and Lily’s,” he said, keeping his head down. I sighed frustrated, but then grinned.
“I’ll be sharing with you then Ville,” I said with a laugh. Ville bit his lip and glanced up at me.
“Why?” he asked, he looked so confussed. It was cute. “Can’t you have the sofa?”
“Hell no! I’ve got to keep an eye on you,” I said, “Can’t have you runnning off to the police in the middle of the night can I now?” Ville shook his head.
“No....I guess you’re right,” He said. “Lily darling, go to bed, I’ll be in soon,” whispered, looking towards his terrified daughter. She simply nodded and wandered off. “Ok Bam, follow me,” He said, turning to me. His voice was shaking, it was absolutly adorable. I followed him into his room, it was a messy as my flat was. I chuckled a little as Ville attempted to clean up, as if I was an invited guest.
“Don’t worry about that shit, I don’t mond the mess! Just give me something clean to wear to bed,” I said. I had my own clothes, but I wanted to wear HIS clothes. He sighed and nodded, before looking around in a large walk in wardedrope. He handed me a Black Sabbath t-shirt and a pair of black boxers.
“Here,” He whispered as I grabbed them. I fought the urge to smell them, and guestered for Ville to go into the walk in waredrope. He looked terrified.
“I just want to change, and you probally do to, now go on, get,” I said, giving him a little shove. He simply nodded and went in, shutting the door behiind him. As quickly as possible I changed into the clothes he had gived me, so I wouldn’t just lie on the bed with them and jerk off. After a few minutes, Ville emerged in a pair of boxers and a plain black t-shirt. I fought the urge to drool, and had to hid my erection with my hands. “I guess you want to go and say goodnight to Lily,” I said. He nodded,
“Please,” He said, looking towards the door. I nodded, and followed him from the room. He stopped at a door, and gave it a light tap. “Darling, its me,” He whispered.
“Is Bam with you?” She asked as she unlocked the door. Ville gulped,
“Yes darling I’m afraid he is,” he said. I heard Lily sigh, but she opened the door, and moved to allow Ville in. I didn’t follow, just stood in the door way. Lily got into bed, and Ville sat on its edge. “Night my love, sleep well,” He whispered, kissing her forehead.
“Night Daddy,” She whispered back as he tucked the covers around her. I smiled as Ville watched her until her breath evened out, and she fell asleep.
Later that night I lay in bed with Ville. He slept soundly, after taking a sleeping tablet, but I lay awake. Maybe I should just leave? I hated myself for the way I was treating them, but I wanted, no needed the gang leader. I needed to avenge my mother!
The next morning I awoke, as Ville crept out of the bed. He jumped as I sat up and yawned.
“Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” He said “I’ve got an interview to go to...is that okay?” He asked shyly. I thought about it for a second. Should I let him go? He could alert the police, or worse, the FBI. He might let something slip to one of his band mates, or the interviewer. “Please,” He whispered after a few minutes of silence passed. I looked at him, then nodded.
“Okay, but Lily stays here. And if anything happens, anything at all. I’ll cut her throat,” I growled angerily. Ville’s eyes shone with fear, but he nodded.
“Lily is baby-sitting my friends daughter today anyway,” he said, his voice cracking.
“Good, so that’s two lives on the line. You mess up Valo and they are both dead,” I said. Again he nodded. “Who is she looking after anyway?”
“Ilta Milla Aaron-Dunn,” he said, and my mouth dropped.
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