Barnes was the first to regain his composure. He propped his rifle up, trained on me, and snarled, “Warren Dircum, you’re under arrest for the murder of...”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I snapped. “Shut it. I’m not up for your bullshit. Where’s your boss?”
He started advancing on me, several men behind him, also ready. “I’m running this rescue and arrest operation and...”
“I said, shut up!” And I swung my semi-hard dick at him.
That jolted him into silence. Hmph, maybe it is a weapon, of a sort, because he actually took a step back, leaving it to the other guys to surround me and slap me into handcuffs. So very kinky. What's nice is, this crew looked very buff and interesting, so I decided to let myself have a full erection. See who paid attention.
I continued with, “Who’s the real brains of this outfit?”
“I told you,” Barnes snapped, “I’m handling it.”
“Bullshit. These are state troopers and sheriff’s deputies. They aren’t under your jurisdiction.”
He snarled at me then said to the men, “He’s the leader, so take him to the jail van. The other one must still be inside. They have four hostages , so let’s go...”
“Don’t,” I halfway moaned. “You’ll be dumping on billions of bucks.”
“You haven’t got that much money,” he snapped back.
“This...this is why I want to talk to your boss. You’re too fucking narrow-minded to understand. Did you have that rock I left you properly analyzed?”
“It was.” That came from the direction of one of the equipment trucks. I looked past Barnes to see a Sheriff and upper level state Trooper Dude exit a patrol car and head towards us, along with a very officious-looking man in a sharp, navy-blue suit. None of them the least bit interesting, looks-wise.
Though I had noticed more than a casual glance from two of the SWAT boys.
It was the suit who’d answered me. “Almost pure iridium. Current value, about one-hundred-fifty-thousand. Where did you get it?”
Barnes cut in with, “Sir, stay back. He’s a dangerous felon already condemned to...”
Suit held his hand up to silence him, without even so much as a glance at him. His eyes were locked on me. “It’s too pure to have been excavated. It must be from an asteroid strike.”
“Uncuff me,” I said, looking straight back at him.
Barnes shook his head. “Not a good idea. He’s killed two of my people and...”
“I told you to shut the fuck up,” I snarled. “So did your boss, here. So do it. Shit!”
“Now, now, now, his point is valid,” said the suit. And the big-boy cops nodded in agreement.
“Then I have nothing more to say to you and wish to speak with a defense attorney,” I said.
“That is not an option,” was his cold-assed response.
Of course. Serves me right for thinking these idiots would be greedy enough to not pull the We can disappear you crap they so loved to pull. Fortunately, I heard the door to the house open and...
“Here’s those rocks, Dirc.”
It was Jon, right on time, wearing the sweat pants and hoodie I’d given him. Shit, they looked better on him than they did me.
Barnes saw him and actually jolted. “How the fuck did you get here?”
“Bring me the rocks, Jon,” I called over my shoulder. “Don’t worry about these assholes.”
I noticed his breathing was on the rough side, but he brought them to me. And when he was beside me, it was easy to tell he was barely keeping it together...especially since the SWAT lads had their rifles trained on him, as well.
Didn’t help that Barnes was glaring at him in disbelief.
“Give 'em to the guy in the suit,” I said.
He glanced between me, Barnes and the Suit then did as I asked.
“Okay,” said, “now go back inside.”
Barnes grabbed at him, saying, “No, no, no, no, Doral, you’re gonna tell us how you...”
“I fuckin’ told you to fuckin’ shut the fuck up! And get your fucking hands off him!”
“No faggot tells me what to do!”
I laughed. “But I’m not a faggot, bitch; I’m a beast, and I’m gonna dine on you, very soon. Saved my cum up, special.”
He hissed and tried to backhand me, but I moved out of the way and his swing missed me by inches. Made him look kind of dumb as he spun around, trying to maintain his balance. Seems he put a lot of anger behind it.
I focused on the Suit. “Those weigh enough?”
He looked at me in awe. “More than ten pounds...”
“And I got four more, inside, and access to hundreds of additional ones, if you want. Same quality. No digging. No sorting. But that won’t happen if your assholes, here, take me in.”
I noticed Doral was still next to me so bumped him with my shoulder. “Jon, seriously, go inside.”
“I’m not gonna leave you here. Naked and...and your hands behind you and...”
“Oh, right. Forgot about that.” I turned to Barnes. “I told you to uncuff me!”
“No fucking way,” was his erudite response.
The Suit glanced between us then said to the SWAT boys, “Remove the restraints.”
Barnes was nearly apoplectic. “Frank, he’s killed two of our people and...”
“And we have a dozen guns trained on him and his helper,” the Suit shot back. “While all he’s got is his dick swinging in the wind.”
“And a lovely one it is,” came from behind me. It was Irin. I turned to see him in the door, watching us. “Dirc, baby, I know how much you love to show off your beauty, but wouldn’t you like at least something to wear while negotiating with these gentlemen? Undies? T-shirt? Flip-flops?”
I nodded. “And jeans.”
“Oh, my, look what I just happen to have in my hands...”
He joyously brought everything to me. The handcuffs were removed, which I hung onto to examine. Well...as strong as I can be, I couldn’t see me getting out of them...short of the Beast doing my vanishing act. They’d learned their lesson so were using the high-quality equipment.
Cool.
Irin held the clothes as I pulled my boxer-briefs on...and tucked my dick in so very neatly and visible, I got looks from those two SWAT lads, again. I hoped they would be on the security detail. Then I got into my jeans and t-shirt and, since I was starting to get chilly, I asked, “No jacket?”
“Butch baby like you needs one?” Irin smiled. “I’ll take the towel. And by the way...two down, two to go.”
Peyton and Salim had joined with us. Oh, that was so great. Griff was the only holdout, because I was ninety-nine percent sure Petrie would stick with us, as well.
“Put Griff in one of your kilts,” I said, “he’s got the legs for it. And a shirt. Nice and tight.”
“And he’s got the body for that.”
“What’d you do to him?” the Sheriff snarled.
I smiled at him as I said, “Nothing to worry about. He’s still a virgin.”
Which made the man huff and grumble but say nothing more.
“I also hung onto his boots,” Irin said, casting the man a wary glance. “But you will be down a pair of socks. And those’re your briefs he’s in. Right?”
I nodded. “He can come out anytime he wants. As you probably figured, this gentleman, here...” I pointed to the Sheriff. “He’s Griff’s boss so it’s best he’s presentable.”
Irin nodded, took hold of Jon’s shirtsleeve and led him back into the house.
Then I turned back to the Suit. “Y’know, I’m really not comfortable having negotiations in front of all these guys. Do you mind?”
The trooper dude motioned for them to leave, then said, “Keep watch. Just in case.”
The bad boys wandered back to the trucks, silent but with some very meaningful looks passing between them. Barnes was not pleased, but he was smart enough to keep silent.
The Suit’d had enough time to inspect the rocks and consider the options and implications of doing business with me...and if I was reading him right, we were already on the same page, no matter what. This is why you deal with upper tier, in negotiations.
So I said, “Now then, first order of business. You can take all seven rocks. Test ‘em. Try ‘em out. Whatever you want.”
He gave me a wary look. “And...?”
“Put us up in a nice hotel suite. Penthouse, maybe? Lots of rooms and baths and...”
“We’ll have you in jail.” That was Barnes thinking he was being butch alpha boy. So silly. It was obvious the Suit had already decided it was do-able. Because his eyes were glittering with greed. I just had to give him cover.
“Keep guards all over the place to lock us in,” I said. “With room service, of course. Until such time as you can verify what we’re offering is real. Then we work up a legal agreement for compensation and for youto leave us alone.”
And I batted my eyes in all sincerity.
“After what you’ve probably done to the other hostages?” Barnes asked. “And...and did do to Doral?”
That brought a snarl to my voice. “All I did was rape him. Your crew tortured him over it, with your sick experiments. So I they stay with me and Irin, unless they choose to let themselves be fucked over by you.” Then I turned to the Suit and added, “But I’ll tell you up front...I haven’t fucked any of them.”
The Suit, Sheriff and Trooper Dude bristled at my comment.
Barnes growled, “You expect us to believe that?”
“I expect you to shut the fuck up, asshole.”
Oh, he was about to slug me, over that, but the Suit stepped between us and said to him, “Go back to the trucks. Find out who’s open to guarding these men.”
“But, sir...”
The Suit’s voice was like ice. “Do as I say.”
Barnes huffed and grumbled and cast me a deadly glare...but he went. There’s so much I could have said to pick at him, over it, but I just watched him go.
Watched his ass rock in that gorgeous way he had, emphasized by the SWAT uniform and gear. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning in anticipation.
Trooper Dude eyed me then asked, “For how long?”
I indicated he should ask the Suit, since I still didn’t trust my voice to be calm and casual.
The Suit glanced between us all and finally said, “We need about seventy-two hours.”
“There’s a top-floor suite at the Mandorian,” Trooper Dude said.
The Sheriff nodded. “Private elevator. Four beds, four baths, two exits down the stairs. Easy to control.” Then he cast the Suit an apologetic glance, adding, “Ten-thousand a night.”
The Suit hefted the smallest rock, thinking, then looked at me, hard and wary. “Four more this size?”
“Larger,” I said. “Jon brought out the smallest ones.”
So he shrugged and said, “Let’s do it. Everyone in the house goes.”
The sheriff came forward. “What about Deputy...?"
That is when Griff appeared in the doorway, looking adorable in Irin’s kilt and polo shirt. He called, “I’m here, sir.”
The Sheriff went to him. “You been hurt? In any way?”
“No, sir, I’m fine.” He cast a quick glance at me...and I got the feeling we’d wind up seeing him again, sometime soon.
“Okay, we’re still gonna get you to a hospital,” said the Sheriff. “Get you checked over, good.”
“Thank you, sir.”
The sheriff then cast a look at the suit. “Rest of this shit’s up to you.” Then he led Griff over to a patrol car.
The Suit still felt the need to act like he hadn’t already made up his mind. “This all so sudden. I’m not sure about it.”
I said nothing, just looked at him.
But apparently that was a signal to Trooper Dude, because he said, “I’m going to talk to my men.” And headed for the trucks.
The Suit waited till the man was out of earshot then asked, very quietly, “How do I know you have more of these?”
“I don’t. They’re payment for...for some raw materials I provide. Hasn’t Barnes told you anything about what’s going on? Have you even read the transcript from my trial?”
Damn, his expression had gone so bland I couldn’t tell if he had, hadn’t, or didn’t care. All he said was, "So he figures into the deal..."
No surprise he'd caught my comment about me going after Barnes...but still his expression was so fucking bland.
Fortunately, the idiot stormed back over, saying, “Sir, listen to me. This man has raped and murdered God knows how many men, and has already escaped from two very secure facilities. Why do you even begin to think he’s not planning another escape? A hotel is hardly the most secure site. We should do this in a place where we can maintain control of him and his associate on a twenty-four-seven basis.”
“Yeah,” I sneered, “that worked so well the two previous times.”
“It won’t happen, again,” he growled.
The Suit nodded. “Barnes does have a point.”
“Then it’s been nice doing business with you,” I said. “Keep the rocks; they’re the last you’ll get.”
Finally...a hint of irritation flashed over his face. Of course he had no intention of going along with what Barnes wanted. He just needed the back and forth...and the threat.
“The Mandorian suite it is,” he said.
“And make sure Barnes is part of the guard detail,” I said.
“I will be there every second,” he all but hissed.
“Good. Hate for you be off worrying about us, someplace.”
“Seventy-two hours,” said the Suit.
And the deal was set. Details to be decided later...except for one the Suit didn’t need to know about till it was done. Or, if my thoughts were right, want to know.
Because Barnes was going to be tomorrow’s supply upload. And I seriously doubted the Suit would care.
Greed is good when it’s working for you.
