The Escape: Part 3/7 [FanFic]
Title: The Escape: Part 3/7
Author: Tooks
Pairing/Characters: Aaron Hotcher/Emily Prentiss, Emily Prentiss/Ethan, Emily Prentiss/George Foyet, Jason Gideon/Lil Foyet, George Foyet/Lil Foyet...Jack and Sam are also in this.
Rating: FRAO
Summary: With the death sentence of wrongfully convicted best friend, Sam Kassmeyer, set Private Investigator Aaron “Hotch” Hotchner decides he can’t let it be carried out without a fight. But when fighting back includes breaking Sam out of prison Hotch’s limits are tested.
Beta'd by: Always helpful and incredibly awesome pink_siamese
Fanmix & Art by: Incredibly cool queenmidalah...art post here!
Additional Notes: This is "The Blonds Case" for the au_bigbang. Set in the Noir, "Living For the Night" (thanks to let_it_linger21). Rather than give warnings per-section let's just say there's going to be violence and sex abound, sometimes combined and some involving a teen, mild incest, and a character death. This section is in Lil Foyet's POV.
He can frame it as a lesson, another exercise in bonding, or anything else he wants to soothe his conscience but it doesn’t change the fact his head’s between my thighs cause we both want it there. That he likes my taste and the way I fist his hair, nearly pulling bits out as I approach climax.
Jason Gideon is a good man who desires a very, very bad thing. Me.
“Fuck,” I shudder out as there’s the briefest brush of teeth atop my pubic mound that flushes my body with another shot of adrenaline. I’m going to need it soon; need to get that other urge satisfied, but I won’t do it with Jason so willingly vulnerable. It’s not fair.
I tug gently on the hand that’s resting on my stomach and he knows. He kisses his way back up to my lips and I taste myself in his mouth. I don’t want to brag, but I taste pretty good.
It doesn’t hurt when his cock slams in to the hilt, with my high tolerance and enough times I can’t get that pained rush anymore. Still feels amazing though and for that I’m grateful, I’m not a complete monster at least.
“Are you okay?” Jason always asks as he sets kisses over my face.
“Yes.” I always smile back. I’m not sure why he still asks, I only look fragile, but my guess is it’s for his own peace of mind.
He takes possession of the hand that’d been holding his and intertwines the fingers with care as he begins, slowly, to thrust. Another tradition of ours, but this one I understand. It is to remind me. We are equals, in and out of bed, and as we make love we bond. Jason’s idea. I don’t know if it works, but he says the fact I continue to allow my hand to be held in this manner means it does.
“I won’t break,” I reassure him with a playful buck just in case he’s having one of his moments of doubt.
He chuckles softly into my throat as his lips work there way to my chest. “I know.”
“Then go harder.”
He does and I moan my approval. Jason’s moan back can be felt against my lungs as he takes my breast in his mouth before biting down with restrained strength. He moans again and this time it shakes my rib cage.
“Yesss…” I love that. I dig fingernails into him, pulling skin from his body and releasing blood. The thought of it, of that crimson gold, is enough to get me that much closer…but I hold back, see if I can’t control myself and wait for Jason to join me over the edge.
By the time he gets to the other breast my man’s lost some of his restraint. He bites and I bleed.
“Jason!”
I arch high as I slip past into the orgasmic abyss, my cunt’s rhythmic tightening leading Jason to join.
The white warmth inside is accompanied by a deep kiss to my lips. My man goes soft and fills with care as he pulls out and shifts to my side. He pulls me into him tight, secure, as if afraid I’ll scurry away in the night.
I won’t. I’ll stay. Where else would I go anyway? I terrify most others, including my mother. Only Jason understands, he understands without judgment. “Night Jason.”
“Goodnight, Lilith.”
I close my eyes and let him spoon.
The images of my latest kills begin to play behind closed lids, calming me into a sleepy state. It’s a state I reach just as there’s knocking at Jason’s apartment door. I do my best to ignore it even as I feel Jason start to shift and get up.
“Fuck ‘em, let ‘em come back tomorrow,” I mutter, feeling my irritation grow.
“It’s better to answer than risk them getting louder,” Jason explains in a smiling voice as he redresses.
“Because then I’ll really kill them.” It’s almost a joke. Almost.
Jason chuckles as he kisses the top of my head. “Hopefully it’ll be something quick, try to get some sleep.”
I moan out my concession, but the fact that Jason encourages me to sleep makes me not want to. Instead I’d rather stay up and listen in. I like listening in, especially with Jason who still keeps so much of himself private.
I hear Jason answer the door and give a friendly greeting; he welcomes the person in and I hear one go to sit and the other heads into the kitchen. Goddamn fucking visitors fucking up my night with my fucking man!
I shift, roll, adjust in the bed until I give up. Better to get my anger out on the visitor now than Jason later. I get up, grab a robe, and head out into the main room.
There’s a skinny guy in a mismatched suit with long hair perched in a chair at the table. I recognize him from his visits to Nightingale’s. “Reid, right?”
The man looks up startled, then shocked, at my appearance. Certainly didn’t see me coming all open-mouthed and bug-eyed like he is.
“Dr Reid,” Jason corrects, unfazed, from his work with the coffeepot in the kitchen. “Dr Reid, I don’t believe you’ve been formally introduced, but that is Lilith Foyet. Lil, would you like to have some milk?”
I laugh some, as much to Jason’s question as the dear doctor’s continually shocked face. “I’d like coffee,” I reply as I intentionally slink my way over to the skittish man-boy at the table. “That is, of course, if you don’t mind me joining you, Doctor.”
The man my father calls Dr Buddy Holly finally moves his mouth to try his hand at speaking. “Uh…I uh…um…I…I g-guess not.”
“What’s the matter, Doctor?” I slip into the chair beside him, smirk wide and vicious. “You seem scared. Are you scared?” My hand crawls across the table towards the young man.
“Lil,” Jason’s voice edges a warning to me. He knows I’m just starting to play.
I pull my hand away and lean back in my chair with crossed arms. “Why are you interrupting us?”
Dr Reid’s relief at my backing off only lasts until I ask my question, then he turns back to Gideon as he brings out two coffees. “I, uh, need to talk to you about something.”
“Like what?” I ask as Jason leaves to get his own drink.
The young doctor turns back to me and finally shows some balls. “That’s not your, uh, concern. I’m talking to Gideon.”
“I’m gonna end up knowing either way so you might as well tell me anyway.” I counter with another smirk. I like the stubbornness, but I’m tired and don’t feel like going around in circles with the nerd that’s keeping me up.
Gideon returns with his mug to sit beside me and opposite Dr Reid. He sips and we both watch, waiting for his input. He sets the coffee down with a sigh and looks to Dr Reid first. “I understand if you have a need for privacy, Spencer, but if this is about Sam, which given what I’ve heard lately I think it is, Lil here may actually be able to help.”
I give a smug smile as I fall back into the doctor’s personal space. “Who’s Sam?”
“Sam Kassmeyer, an old friend of mine and Aaron Hotchner’s,” Jason answers instead. When I turn to him, he smiles. “He was wrongfully convicted of a series of murders years ago. His date of execution was set a day or two ago.”
Things have always clicked fast for me, whether academic or social I’m a quick read on a situation. “You want him out?” My guess is not a legal way, but it doesn’t matter to me…I’m not one to fuss over such details.
Dr Nerd gives a furtive look Jason, then me, then back at Jason. The answer’s a yes that he doesn’t want to give me.
“Ya know, Jason’s right, I might be able to help there, Dr Reid.”
“Your dad is, uh, the one that arrested him,” the man points out, still unsure of my motives, of me…if he should trust either. He shouldn’t. I don’t have much loyalty to speak of and what I do have is often circumstantial.
“Lil would help us if it was the right thing to do,” Gideon assures the man. Falsely in my opinion as little of what I do is based on any set of grand morals.
It’s the idea of fucking over my dad by helping his adversaries that’s just too good to pass up. I know better to share that thought at the moment, though, so I just smile and nod at Gideon’s statement instead.
Reid’s mouth twists in debate before he sighs in resignation. “Yeah, uh…” He starts to nod. “We’d like to get Sam out before, um, well…you know….”
“They fry him?”
Reid frowns deep and disturbed. Even Jason’s lips fall to despair as he sips his coffee.
I frown back. “Sorry,” I mutter.
Jason reaches out and takes my hand, squeezes it so I know he’s not mad. He keeps hold of the hand as he speaks to the doctor. “What do you need from us?”
I keep my smile behind the coffee mug.
“Uh…” Reid has to pull his focus from Jason’s hand over mine. “Um…I don’t, uh, actually know yet but, um, I’m pretty sure it’ll involve, uh, someone getting in…there…to, uh, you know, help Sam get out.” Jason nods and Reid continues. “I just thought that I’d, um, let you know now, rather than come to you later and, uh, surprise you, I guess.”
Jason smiles wide and comforting. “Don’t worry, Dr Reid, I’m glad you came to inform me now rather than wait until it might be too late to really help.”
Between Jason’s hand still holding mine and my Get-The-Fuck-Out glare, Reid seems to sense the need to exit. He finishes his coffee quick and goes to stand. “Well, uh…”
Jason lets go of me, stands, and not wanting to be left out I decide to do the same.
“I’ll, uh, stay in touch, I guess,” Dr Reid offers, then changes his statement, “or, uh, at least someone from the, um, team will.”
“Of course,” Jason nods as they make their way from the table to the door.
Bored now, I down my coffee. “See you later, doctor boy.”
Reid swivels on his feet. “Boy?” He’s insulted, I think. “I-I’m at least ten years older than you.”
I laugh a little and shrug. “Yeah, but you look like a classmate, big guy. Sorry.” I head back to Gideon’s room, dropping the robe and climbing back into the bed without bothering to shut the door. Jason’s seen me and if Reid wants to it’s no skin off my nose.
Jason says his final goodbyes, locks up the place, and then comes back to me in the bed. “Play nice with Dr Reid.”
“Why?”
“Because you’d like him if you got to know him,” Jason promises with a kiss to the bare blade of my shoulder. “He knows a lot of unique facts.”
“So do you,” I point out. “So do I.”
“Not as many as Spencer. Believe me.”
***
In the morning Jason makes me breakfast, which he joins me in before we head down to his bar below. I make my way to school from there. It’s not that far and I don’t mind the walk alone. In fact, I prefer it. I hate small talk and most my peers, aside from Nathan, make me fantasize of murder as they chatter on. Getting alone time is crucial for my sanity.
I’m not alone though; he’s nearby. I can smell him in the air. Most would think it’s because he’s my father, it’s that familial bond, but it’s just that I sense him like I would anyone else like us…predator to predator.
I let him think he’s got the drop on me and walk right past the alley he’s tucked himself away in. Let him reach out from the shadows and pull me back to the darkness of building angles and his arms. There are times when playing the prey brings the power to you; being held tight by a man who knows he shouldn’t enjoy it is one of those times. He nuzzles, sniffs, my along my jaw-line, confident in his control.
“Morning Lil,” he croons in my ear.
I smirk. “Morning, Officer Foyet.”
Dad laughs a touch before kissing my cheek. He wants more, I know that and, on some level, I’m sure he does too, but he’s still held off from what morals he does have. “Have anything for me?”
I lean back into him some, rest my head onto his shoulder to catch his eye. “Be more specific.”
One arm stays securely around both mine, keeps me from reaching any weapon, while the other travels from shoulder to waist. “Dr Buddy Holly was spotted around these parts last night. He pay Jason a visit?”
I swear the only reason he never made a fuss about my mom signing custody over to Jason is because I can be a permanent source of information on Hotch and his crew this way…also he doesn’t know yet that I was the one who shot him six months ago at Jack Hotchner’s place.
His hand glides across my stomach to my ass. He’ll swear it’s a pat down, but it isn’t. It’s a free grope. He knows where I tuck my weapons.
When his hand fills my back pocket I arch, moan, and then laugh some. “Lemme know if you find anything good, Dad.” I laugh all the harder when his hand leaves, quickly, with my blade.
“You going to answer my question or not?”
“He paid a visit.”
“And?” Dad slides my blade flat under my chin. It’s cold and hard and I moan at the blood rush the feel of it brings me.
“And I know something you don’t know.” I laugh until the blade presses my chin up a touch.
“What?”
I can feel the blade about to shave off the first layer of my flesh and press into it a moment before pressing into my father instead. “Don’t tell me you can’t guess.” He’s half-hard and doing his best to ignore it. A hard, hot, breath comes out on my neck. “I mean, come on, you’re a smart guy…aren’t you?”
“Sam?”
“Who?”
“Kassmeyer. They’re breaking him out, aren’t they?”
“Bingo!” I grind into him a moment before slipping out between the space available. I misjudge, the knife draws a thin red line on my throat. I feel wet heat seep out and can’t help but press my fingers into the sting before pulling them back to note the pinkish hue of blood. “Pleasure chatting, Daddy, but I really do have to go to school.”
“What about your neck?” He’s not concerned, just curious. Will I find an advantage for it or cover it up? How will I adapt?
“I have a scarf.” I smile at my father before giving a girlish pout and fluttering my lashes. “You wouldn’t want me to have to explain why I’m late, would you?”
He gives a snake’s version of a parental smile. “And if you are?”
“Then I’m afraid someone else will have to fall on your sword.” I won’t specify whom because it doesn’t matter so long as it isn’t me.
To Be Continued...
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The Escape: Part 4
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The Escape: Part 1
The Escape: Part 2
Author: Tooks
Pairing/Characters: Aaron Hotcher/Emily Prentiss, Emily Prentiss/Ethan, Emily Prentiss/George Foyet, Jason Gideon/Lil Foyet, George Foyet/Lil Foyet...Jack and Sam are also in this.
Rating: FRAO
Summary: With the death sentence of wrongfully convicted best friend, Sam Kassmeyer, set Private Investigator Aaron “Hotch” Hotchner decides he can’t let it be carried out without a fight. But when fighting back includes breaking Sam out of prison Hotch’s limits are tested.
Beta'd by: Always helpful and incredibly awesome pink_siamese
Fanmix & Art by: Incredibly cool queenmidalah...art post here!
Additional Notes: This is "The Blonds Case" for the au_bigbang. Set in the Noir, "Living For the Night" (thanks to let_it_linger21). Rather than give warnings per-section let's just say there's going to be violence and sex abound, sometimes combined and some involving a teen, mild incest, and a character death. This section is in Lil Foyet's POV.
He can frame it as a lesson, another exercise in bonding, or anything else he wants to soothe his conscience but it doesn’t change the fact his head’s between my thighs cause we both want it there. That he likes my taste and the way I fist his hair, nearly pulling bits out as I approach climax.
Jason Gideon is a good man who desires a very, very bad thing. Me.
“Fuck,” I shudder out as there’s the briefest brush of teeth atop my pubic mound that flushes my body with another shot of adrenaline. I’m going to need it soon; need to get that other urge satisfied, but I won’t do it with Jason so willingly vulnerable. It’s not fair.
I tug gently on the hand that’s resting on my stomach and he knows. He kisses his way back up to my lips and I taste myself in his mouth. I don’t want to brag, but I taste pretty good.
It doesn’t hurt when his cock slams in to the hilt, with my high tolerance and enough times I can’t get that pained rush anymore. Still feels amazing though and for that I’m grateful, I’m not a complete monster at least.
“Are you okay?” Jason always asks as he sets kisses over my face.
“Yes.” I always smile back. I’m not sure why he still asks, I only look fragile, but my guess is it’s for his own peace of mind.
He takes possession of the hand that’d been holding his and intertwines the fingers with care as he begins, slowly, to thrust. Another tradition of ours, but this one I understand. It is to remind me. We are equals, in and out of bed, and as we make love we bond. Jason’s idea. I don’t know if it works, but he says the fact I continue to allow my hand to be held in this manner means it does.
“I won’t break,” I reassure him with a playful buck just in case he’s having one of his moments of doubt.
He chuckles softly into my throat as his lips work there way to my chest. “I know.”
“Then go harder.”
He does and I moan my approval. Jason’s moan back can be felt against my lungs as he takes my breast in his mouth before biting down with restrained strength. He moans again and this time it shakes my rib cage.
“Yesss…” I love that. I dig fingernails into him, pulling skin from his body and releasing blood. The thought of it, of that crimson gold, is enough to get me that much closer…but I hold back, see if I can’t control myself and wait for Jason to join me over the edge.
By the time he gets to the other breast my man’s lost some of his restraint. He bites and I bleed.
“Jason!”
I arch high as I slip past into the orgasmic abyss, my cunt’s rhythmic tightening leading Jason to join.
The white warmth inside is accompanied by a deep kiss to my lips. My man goes soft and fills with care as he pulls out and shifts to my side. He pulls me into him tight, secure, as if afraid I’ll scurry away in the night.
I won’t. I’ll stay. Where else would I go anyway? I terrify most others, including my mother. Only Jason understands, he understands without judgment. “Night Jason.”
“Goodnight, Lilith.”
I close my eyes and let him spoon.
The images of my latest kills begin to play behind closed lids, calming me into a sleepy state. It’s a state I reach just as there’s knocking at Jason’s apartment door. I do my best to ignore it even as I feel Jason start to shift and get up.
“Fuck ‘em, let ‘em come back tomorrow,” I mutter, feeling my irritation grow.
“It’s better to answer than risk them getting louder,” Jason explains in a smiling voice as he redresses.
“Because then I’ll really kill them.” It’s almost a joke. Almost.
Jason chuckles as he kisses the top of my head. “Hopefully it’ll be something quick, try to get some sleep.”
I moan out my concession, but the fact that Jason encourages me to sleep makes me not want to. Instead I’d rather stay up and listen in. I like listening in, especially with Jason who still keeps so much of himself private.
I hear Jason answer the door and give a friendly greeting; he welcomes the person in and I hear one go to sit and the other heads into the kitchen. Goddamn fucking visitors fucking up my night with my fucking man!
I shift, roll, adjust in the bed until I give up. Better to get my anger out on the visitor now than Jason later. I get up, grab a robe, and head out into the main room.
There’s a skinny guy in a mismatched suit with long hair perched in a chair at the table. I recognize him from his visits to Nightingale’s. “Reid, right?”
The man looks up startled, then shocked, at my appearance. Certainly didn’t see me coming all open-mouthed and bug-eyed like he is.
“Dr Reid,” Jason corrects, unfazed, from his work with the coffeepot in the kitchen. “Dr Reid, I don’t believe you’ve been formally introduced, but that is Lilith Foyet. Lil, would you like to have some milk?”
I laugh some, as much to Jason’s question as the dear doctor’s continually shocked face. “I’d like coffee,” I reply as I intentionally slink my way over to the skittish man-boy at the table. “That is, of course, if you don’t mind me joining you, Doctor.”
The man my father calls Dr Buddy Holly finally moves his mouth to try his hand at speaking. “Uh…I uh…um…I…I g-guess not.”
“What’s the matter, Doctor?” I slip into the chair beside him, smirk wide and vicious. “You seem scared. Are you scared?” My hand crawls across the table towards the young man.
“Lil,” Jason’s voice edges a warning to me. He knows I’m just starting to play.
I pull my hand away and lean back in my chair with crossed arms. “Why are you interrupting us?”
Dr Reid’s relief at my backing off only lasts until I ask my question, then he turns back to Gideon as he brings out two coffees. “I, uh, need to talk to you about something.”
“Like what?” I ask as Jason leaves to get his own drink.
The young doctor turns back to me and finally shows some balls. “That’s not your, uh, concern. I’m talking to Gideon.”
“I’m gonna end up knowing either way so you might as well tell me anyway.” I counter with another smirk. I like the stubbornness, but I’m tired and don’t feel like going around in circles with the nerd that’s keeping me up.
Gideon returns with his mug to sit beside me and opposite Dr Reid. He sips and we both watch, waiting for his input. He sets the coffee down with a sigh and looks to Dr Reid first. “I understand if you have a need for privacy, Spencer, but if this is about Sam, which given what I’ve heard lately I think it is, Lil here may actually be able to help.”
I give a smug smile as I fall back into the doctor’s personal space. “Who’s Sam?”
“Sam Kassmeyer, an old friend of mine and Aaron Hotchner’s,” Jason answers instead. When I turn to him, he smiles. “He was wrongfully convicted of a series of murders years ago. His date of execution was set a day or two ago.”
Things have always clicked fast for me, whether academic or social I’m a quick read on a situation. “You want him out?” My guess is not a legal way, but it doesn’t matter to me…I’m not one to fuss over such details.
Dr Nerd gives a furtive look Jason, then me, then back at Jason. The answer’s a yes that he doesn’t want to give me.
“Ya know, Jason’s right, I might be able to help there, Dr Reid.”
“Your dad is, uh, the one that arrested him,” the man points out, still unsure of my motives, of me…if he should trust either. He shouldn’t. I don’t have much loyalty to speak of and what I do have is often circumstantial.
“Lil would help us if it was the right thing to do,” Gideon assures the man. Falsely in my opinion as little of what I do is based on any set of grand morals.
It’s the idea of fucking over my dad by helping his adversaries that’s just too good to pass up. I know better to share that thought at the moment, though, so I just smile and nod at Gideon’s statement instead.
Reid’s mouth twists in debate before he sighs in resignation. “Yeah, uh…” He starts to nod. “We’d like to get Sam out before, um, well…you know….”
“They fry him?”
Reid frowns deep and disturbed. Even Jason’s lips fall to despair as he sips his coffee.
I frown back. “Sorry,” I mutter.
Jason reaches out and takes my hand, squeezes it so I know he’s not mad. He keeps hold of the hand as he speaks to the doctor. “What do you need from us?”
I keep my smile behind the coffee mug.
“Uh…” Reid has to pull his focus from Jason’s hand over mine. “Um…I don’t, uh, actually know yet but, um, I’m pretty sure it’ll involve, uh, someone getting in…there…to, uh, you know, help Sam get out.” Jason nods and Reid continues. “I just thought that I’d, um, let you know now, rather than come to you later and, uh, surprise you, I guess.”
Jason smiles wide and comforting. “Don’t worry, Dr Reid, I’m glad you came to inform me now rather than wait until it might be too late to really help.”
Between Jason’s hand still holding mine and my Get-The-Fuck-Out glare, Reid seems to sense the need to exit. He finishes his coffee quick and goes to stand. “Well, uh…”
Jason lets go of me, stands, and not wanting to be left out I decide to do the same.
“I’ll, uh, stay in touch, I guess,” Dr Reid offers, then changes his statement, “or, uh, at least someone from the, um, team will.”
“Of course,” Jason nods as they make their way from the table to the door.
Bored now, I down my coffee. “See you later, doctor boy.”
Reid swivels on his feet. “Boy?” He’s insulted, I think. “I-I’m at least ten years older than you.”
I laugh a little and shrug. “Yeah, but you look like a classmate, big guy. Sorry.” I head back to Gideon’s room, dropping the robe and climbing back into the bed without bothering to shut the door. Jason’s seen me and if Reid wants to it’s no skin off my nose.
Jason says his final goodbyes, locks up the place, and then comes back to me in the bed. “Play nice with Dr Reid.”
“Why?”
“Because you’d like him if you got to know him,” Jason promises with a kiss to the bare blade of my shoulder. “He knows a lot of unique facts.”
“So do you,” I point out. “So do I.”
“Not as many as Spencer. Believe me.”
***
In the morning Jason makes me breakfast, which he joins me in before we head down to his bar below. I make my way to school from there. It’s not that far and I don’t mind the walk alone. In fact, I prefer it. I hate small talk and most my peers, aside from Nathan, make me fantasize of murder as they chatter on. Getting alone time is crucial for my sanity.
I’m not alone though; he’s nearby. I can smell him in the air. Most would think it’s because he’s my father, it’s that familial bond, but it’s just that I sense him like I would anyone else like us…predator to predator.
I let him think he’s got the drop on me and walk right past the alley he’s tucked himself away in. Let him reach out from the shadows and pull me back to the darkness of building angles and his arms. There are times when playing the prey brings the power to you; being held tight by a man who knows he shouldn’t enjoy it is one of those times. He nuzzles, sniffs, my along my jaw-line, confident in his control.
“Morning Lil,” he croons in my ear.
I smirk. “Morning, Officer Foyet.”
Dad laughs a touch before kissing my cheek. He wants more, I know that and, on some level, I’m sure he does too, but he’s still held off from what morals he does have. “Have anything for me?”
I lean back into him some, rest my head onto his shoulder to catch his eye. “Be more specific.”
One arm stays securely around both mine, keeps me from reaching any weapon, while the other travels from shoulder to waist. “Dr Buddy Holly was spotted around these parts last night. He pay Jason a visit?”
I swear the only reason he never made a fuss about my mom signing custody over to Jason is because I can be a permanent source of information on Hotch and his crew this way…also he doesn’t know yet that I was the one who shot him six months ago at Jack Hotchner’s place.
His hand glides across my stomach to my ass. He’ll swear it’s a pat down, but it isn’t. It’s a free grope. He knows where I tuck my weapons.
When his hand fills my back pocket I arch, moan, and then laugh some. “Lemme know if you find anything good, Dad.” I laugh all the harder when his hand leaves, quickly, with my blade.
“You going to answer my question or not?”
“He paid a visit.”
“And?” Dad slides my blade flat under my chin. It’s cold and hard and I moan at the blood rush the feel of it brings me.
“And I know something you don’t know.” I laugh until the blade presses my chin up a touch.
“What?”
I can feel the blade about to shave off the first layer of my flesh and press into it a moment before pressing into my father instead. “Don’t tell me you can’t guess.” He’s half-hard and doing his best to ignore it. A hard, hot, breath comes out on my neck. “I mean, come on, you’re a smart guy…aren’t you?”
“Sam?”
“Who?”
“Kassmeyer. They’re breaking him out, aren’t they?”
“Bingo!” I grind into him a moment before slipping out between the space available. I misjudge, the knife draws a thin red line on my throat. I feel wet heat seep out and can’t help but press my fingers into the sting before pulling them back to note the pinkish hue of blood. “Pleasure chatting, Daddy, but I really do have to go to school.”
“What about your neck?” He’s not concerned, just curious. Will I find an advantage for it or cover it up? How will I adapt?
“I have a scarf.” I smile at my father before giving a girlish pout and fluttering my lashes. “You wouldn’t want me to have to explain why I’m late, would you?”
He gives a snake’s version of a parental smile. “And if you are?”
“Then I’m afraid someone else will have to fall on your sword.” I won’t specify whom because it doesn’t matter so long as it isn’t me.
To Be Continued...
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The Escape: Part 1
The Escape: Part 2