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illiana-mystery · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday

I've recently picked up another two fics that have been in hiatus. Hopefully, they will be fully updated soon 🤞🏾 But until then, here's a sneak peek of the current chapters of Prisoner of Love and Delivery for Mr. Pembrooke.

And read all the way through for the working plots of two upcoming fics. 😉

Taglist: @ghnaim24, @emily-ella-nightshade89, @goran-dafoe, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @goodoldcharley

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Prisoner of Love

(Author's Note: Geiger changed his name to Sam Gilbert, which is mentioned in Chapter 1. That's why she calls him Gil, although it's also a meta joke because I can't help myself.)

You didn't see him or hear him so as soon as he grabbed you from behind, you jumped.

"Gil," you grumbled. "You scared the shit out of me."

He chuckled before moving his lips to your neck, pressing little hickeys into your tender skin.

"Well who else would be here, Shy? It's just you and me," he hummed into your ear. "How did you sleep?"

"I slept perfectly," you honestly answered. "Because I was wrapped up in the arms of my sweet lover."

He smirked.

"You know why I had to keep you here, Shy," he started while kissing your shoulder. "Because I couldn't bear the thought of us being apart or you getting hurt. But now my fears have fallen. I trust you and the world. I just hope I won't regret my decision."

"I know, honey," you moaned. "But I'm glad to have my freedom back. I promise I won't leave you. I love you, Gil. Promise."

"I love you too," he hummed, before you moved your head and kissed him. Swiftly, he deepened the kiss before you both just looked at each other again.

You could both tell that you wanted to continue with the activities of last night. And just that twinkle of lust in your eyes gave him the green light he needed.

"Seeing you so joyful and hopeful like this, Shy, is really beautiful. I would like to adore you more."

"My hopefulness is sexy to you?"

"I guess it gives you that spark, that light that I like, you know?"

"Reminds you of how bold I was when we first met?"

"Yes. You just read my mind," he flirted in your ear, before instructing you, "Stay still and press your hands to the glass."

You nodded and swiftly obeyed his command, which earned you a sensual caress around your waist. His skinny, calloused hands just felt so good on your sensitive skin, it made you want to cry.

Your fiancé's touch never made you feel like that. So it was more than strange to you. And you let him know that by your reaction to his soft strokes.

"You really were starved," he moaned into your shoulder as his fingers moved down to your waiting cunt. Your legs were closed, but soon he kicked them apart to get full access of your jewel.

"Daddy!" you cried as his digits began to move inside of you. Immediately, your body reacted by leaning closer to him although your hands remained on the glass.

Your rough breaths stained the glass like your fingerprints and you watched as it condescended near the reflection of his smirking face.

"Let go, babygirl," he instructed. "Let daddy know how good he made you feel."

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Delivery for Mr. Pembrooke

"You're going back to Old Man Pembrooke's tonight?" Los asked, startling you. You had just come out of the employee bathroom, now dressed in another loungewear set that was yellow and decorated with chibi spaghetti and meatballs on the top.

But seeing Los again surprised you. It was your first time seeing him again since the morning. And you figured that everyone was gone since it was so quiet when you came back from your all-day shift.

"Yeah," you answered, noticeably looking around.

"Don't worry. I'm the only one still here. I had to help Renae with some minor tasks."

"Oh," you replied, opening your employee locker. That's when Los noticed the bouquet of yellow roses.

"Did he buy you those?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

"It was the mystery item," you explained. "Surprised me too. He even included a sweet message. I was wearing one of them in my hair, but I put it back in the vase. Luckily when I came back from dropping off two deliveries after visiting him, no one was around so I was able to sneak these in my locker. Only you know about them."

"And I'll keep it that way. They don't need to know," he assured. "But I do wonder..."

"What?"

"I don't mean to overstep but Tasha, do you like Mr. Pembrooke? Like actually like him? I used to think you just pitied him, but it seems like there's more to it."

"Los, if I'm being honest, I've liked him from our first encounter. It was never pity. I wanted to visit him again to check on him. I like delivering his groceries. He really is sweet if you get to know him. And I know this sounds weird, but I think he's quite handsome for his age..."

Los shrugged.

"No judgment. There's plenty of older women I deliver to that I find attractive," he admitted. "And honestly, I think it's sweet that you're so kind to him. I always thought he just needed a friend too. I got mad respect for ya, Tasha."

You giggled.

"Thanks, Los. Just promise me you won't tell anyone."

"I won't, promise," he insisted, before saying, "I did learn something interesting about him, though."

"What do you mean?"

"I found an interesting documentary on ESPN Classic while scrolling through the channels yesterday," he explained. "It was called..."

"Behind Lionel Pembrooke?"

"Yeah! That's it. Wait, did you know he was an Olympic ping-pong gold medalist?"

"My dad was a fan," you started. "Didn't realize it was him until yesterday. Then again, I haven't thought about Olympic Ping-Pong in years."

"Hmm, guess you were destined to melt his cold heart then."

You laughed.

"It's nothing like that," you insisted. "We're just friends...I mean we just met."

He nodded, but also sported a smirk on his face.

"Right. Well I'll leave you to it. Don't want to keep the old man waiting," he teased. "See you tomorrow, Tasha."

"See you," you said back, hugging him before he grabbed his bag and left.

Once he was gone, you finished packing your work clothes in your bag and grabbed your flowers. You were about to turn around and leave when you were startled by Renae.

"I'll lock up," she told you. "Go on ahead. I'm sure Lionel's waiting for you."

You smiled.

"Thanks, Renae."

"You bet, rookie. Also check your text. I thought you should see your review."

You looked puzzled, but did as she said. You toggled to her message and immediately began to read.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I don't know where Grocer found Natasha Roundtree, but I'm starting to believe they found her after she fell from heaven. I've never had such wonderful service from this company until she delivered my groceries for the first time yesterday. She was so kind and compassionate, she even helped put up everything after I threw my back out. So after she left, I immediately requested that she deliver my groceries from now on. But I don't want to be selfish. I definitely want her on Tuesdays, but any other days, you should request her. And give her a good tip too. Honestly, I couldn't recommend her more.

Your eyes started to tear up as you read every line. Renae had told you how sweet his review was, but actually reading it made you feel so warm and fuzzy inside.

"He really likes you, Tasha. I've never seen that man give any other delivery driver five stars. At the most, three and he was just being nice."

"He really is sweet once you get to know him."

"I know. He wasn't always like he is," she stated. "I met him the year after he retired when I was a kid. I used to play table tennis and he was signing autographs and meeting fans at the convention center. He was so warm and inviting to everyone. It's sad to see what he's become. I don't know what turned him into the monster of his street, but I'm glad you're starting to turn him back to who he was previously."

"Wow," you moaned. "Maybe I'll learn what happened in due time. I'm not gonna force him to tell me though."

"Yeah, don't," Renae agreed. "Now get out of here. I'll see you tomorrow."

You laughed.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow."

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Okay now onto the working plots of two upcoming fics. I've been stewing and talking over these with some close mutuals, and I think I've finally come up with something concrete for both.

One of these fics was a long time coming, the other is an ambitious crossover. But I think they'll both be enjoyable.

Let's start with the one that was a long time coming...

Snow Angel (Leonhard Seppala)

Two years after the tragic death of his wife, Leonhard is shocked to find a strange Yup'ik Native Woman sleeping in his bed with her two huskies, Hedy and Laika, by her side. After waking her, he learns her name is Tatiana and she broke into his home for warmth and shelter after being lost in a snowstorm. She volunteers to leave, but he lets her stay since she kind of reminds him of his wife personality wise. In return for his kindness, she helps him around his home and bonds with his huskies. And as they spend more time together, they both fall madly in love. However, their budding romance is soon disrupted by Tatiana's uncle and baby brother who come to bring her back to her home village. Since she is the de facto leader, she does go back. But will she stay in the village or will she follow her heart and return to Leonhard?

And now the ambition crossover...

Standing Ovation (John Geiger and Mike Hubble)

In a strange game of cat and mouse, Executive Director Sinclair Banks is being pursued by not one but both of her new hires at the Vancleef Arts Center. One of them is the Director of the Music Education Department (Mike) and the other is their IT/Security Guy (Geiger), handling all the security tech and the system that all of the venue uses. The two constantly flirt with her, although she always rejects their advances. But that all changes when Geiger comes up with a plan to ambush her in the theater. The two men pick a night where she's in her office late and inact their plan. First, Geiger purposely makes the power go out, which makes her panicked. Then she tries to find a light source before Mike comes up behind her and chloroforms her. He brings her to the theater and she wakes up in one of the theater chairs. She's confused and tries to leave before both men come through the only unlocked door and ambush her. They lead her to the stage, giving her the performance she had been dying for. Will she be theirs after? Or will she resist their charms after the ambush?

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Alright, well that's all for now. I'm currently trying to get my writing schedule for this year straightened out. So hopefully I'll put out more content frequently. Wish me luck. 🤞🏾🍀

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Ep 279: The Third Man Syndrome Part 1

"Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another one walking beside you" -- The Waste Land by T. S. ELIOT

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A strange occurrence often happens to people engaged in an adventurous activity or who fall victim to an unfortunate circumstance. They find themselves with a companion whose presence would typically be impossible. Usually, the person is at a critical moment in a life-or-death situation in an extreme and unusual environment. When they are weakened and dying from exposure, suffering privation of sustenance, lost and alone, when they are about to lose all hope and accept their demise, that’s when this otherworldly friend suddenly appears to render aid and encouragement, giving them a superhuman will or strength to survive. Psychologists label this a “sensed presence experience” but are at a loss for a simple explanation. These presences may be seen, heard, and sometimes even touched. They appear in dire situations to people from all walks of life. They may materialize as a known friend, a deceased relative, a religious figure, or an indeterminate benefactor. Still, whatever their form, there is no doubt to the one in danger that this being is real and there with them. Although this sensed presence appears most often to mountain climbers, sailors, divers, and polar explorers, it can also happen to astronauts, prisoners of war, and disaster survivors. One of the most intriguing aspects of the sensed presence experience is that the ethereal saviors aren’t just there to provide comforting words; they actually help with knowledgable advice or guidance or can even seemingly take over the actions of the afflicted – whatever is necessary to increase the odds of survival. Join us as we explore a phenomenon more common than you might think, a syndrome also known as the “Third Man.”

Reference Links:

“The Sensed Presence as a Coping Resource in Extreme Environments”

by Peter Suedfeld & John Geiger. From Miracles: God, Science, and Psychology in the Paranormal on Omnilogos.com

“The Sensed Presence as A Coping Resource in Extreme Environments” on the Julian Jaynes Society website

“How does our understanding of the sensed presence phenomenon in extreme settings change the way we talk about so-called mental ‘illnesses’ in daily life?” by Blaise Cottingham on Medium.com

Angels of Mons on Wikipedia

Vincent Lam

“Extreme environment” on Wikipedia

King Nebuchadnezzar from Daniel 3:24-5 on BibleGateway.com

The Savage Curtain episode of the original Star Trek series

“Charles Lindbergh and the Third Man Factor” on Theresa's Haunted History of the Tri-State blog

Poet, memoirist, and songwriter Mary Karr

“The Liars’ Club” by Mary Karr

Kanchenjunga, the world’s third highest mountain, on Britannica.com

“Wilson,” the volleyball from the motion picture Castaway

“Ernest Shackleton's Crew of the Endurance – Imperial Trans Antarctica Expedition 1914 -17” on CoolAntarctica.com

Husvik, the former whaling station on the north-central coast of South Georgia Island, Antarctica

Elephant Island, Antarctica

“Excerpt: The Voyage of the James Caird by Ernest Shackleton” from the American Museum of Natural History website

Alfred Lansing

Caedmon, widely considered to be the world’s first audiobook and launch of the spoken word industry

“The Waste Land” by T. S. Eliot on Project Gutenberg

Stromness, South Georgia

Sir Ernest Shackleton and T S Eliot’s ‘third man’ from the Royal Scottish Geographical Society

The Waste Land Part I – The Burial of the Dead from the Poetry Archive

The Waste Land from The Poetry Foundation

“T. S. ELIOT SAW ALL THIS COMING” from The Atlantic

The Waste Land on Wikipedia

Jane S. P. Mocellin and Peter Suedfeld’s research on behavior in extreme environments from ResearchGate.net

“Shackleton's whisky returned to Antarctic hut” on CBC.ca

“Spirits of the South Pole” from The New York Times Magazine

“Wild Survival Story About 1983 Rockies Alpine Avalanche” – the story of Jim Sevigny and Richard Whitmire

Distance Line for cave diving

“UK scientist has her lab in underwater caves” – Stephanie Schwabe article from the Lexington Herald-Leader

Kendal Mint Cake on Wikipedia

Romney’s Kendal Mint Cake on Amazon

Reinhold Messner

“The Unauthorized Biography of Reinhold Messner” music album by the band Ben Folds Five

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junearchive · 1 year

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#john Geiger #jg gf-01 #gf-01 #creps #sneakers #fashion #streetwear #style #air force 1

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myhikari21things · 5 months

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Read of Frozen in Time by Owen Beattie & John Geiger (1987) (262pgs)

#frozen in time #owen beattie #john geiger #nonfiction #paperback #1980s #reread

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The Third Man Factor by John Geiger

Sense8: "Happy Fucking New Year."

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goranvisnjicdaily · 4 months

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Run Into The Night

Chapter 9 - Exposed

He lurked out of the shadows, ready to unfold his plan he had prepared for Garcia and Charlie girl. Slowly but surely, Geiger was on his way to heal from his wounds, inflicted by Garcia’s men. Even though he directly didn’t get the information that the men who assaulted him were in contact with Garcia, Geiger knew well that Garcia had paid these guys to hurt him, because he had terrified poor lil Charlie in Boulder City.

Geiger couldn’t be more than happy to see that Garcia had become attached to the young woman, that’s what he wanted and it worked wonders as Geiger let those two together since Vegas. Charlie had also tried to kill Geiger with the seatbelt and even though he had healed from this attack, it was just a matter of days until Geiger would strike back.

He needed to wait for Charlie to be by herself, vulnerable and with Garcia far away from her… He didn’t know when he’d do it though! He still needed to install those small cameras inside Charlie’s house to learn more about her whereabouts. Geiger had begun to learn about Charlie and what kind of woman she was… Her penchant for older guys was intriguing Geiger nonetheless..

Even though he didn’t want to admit it, Geiger had become fixated on Charlie, he couldn’t help thinking about her in a sexual way, and he knew that at one point he’d need to accomplish his envy. There were many prostitute women available for Geiger, but with Charlie it was different. She was the incarnation of purity thought Geiger, as she reminded him of a teenage girl with her small figure and pale short blonde hair, Geiger only dreamed of breaking into her place and molesting her. His fantasies were somehow very disturbing, and Charlie was involved in them.

Geiger was unaware that Charlie had been taken to the hospital, he thought that she was at work and that’s why he decided to break into her place in broad daylight. It didn’t make any difference at all, as long as Charlie wasn’t home, it was simply perfect.

Geiger broke into her place by the patio door from the backyard and shut it back… Mostly everybody was at work and no one had seen Geiger breaking into Charlie’s house.

As the alarm system in Charlie’s house went off, Geiger neutralized it quickly and began sorting out his cameras, walking around the place to analyze where he’d install the electronic equipment to spy on Charlie, he’d peer at her intimacy and he’d enjoy every minute of it.

He had to make sure that Charlie wouldn’t see the cameras, but that wasn’t a problem. Geiger had worked as a cable installer in the 80’s and it was no secret for him. He was mastering the art of hiding cables and wires perfectly.

Geiger’s lips departed into a mischievous smile as he made his way upstairs to Charlie's bedroom. He hadn’t forgotten the night she had hit him in the parts with a baseball bat… Oh no, he hadn’t forgotten, but that’s ok. He knew that Charlie would soon pay for misbehaving with him.

He spotted the Queen Size bed and could only picture little Charlie having some fun with herself under the sheets… Once again his eyes scrutinized the various perfume bottles on her dresser; From Chanel No 5 to Demeter’s New Baby, it did seem like Charlie liked to appear as a strong woman in public, but behind closed doors, things appear to be quite different with her.

He walked into her bathroom and narrowed his pale blue eyes on the famous baby body lotion in a pink bottle owned by Johnson’s and Jonhson’s. Every product Charlie was using had all the same thing in common; They were made for babies. From Body soap to the skin lotion, Charlie surely did smell like a little baby once she was out of her shower. Geiger couldn’t help getting all excited by this. He could only picture her in a vulnerable situation and it triggered a deep and intense sexual desire in him, a rush of adrenaline running up in his body..

Geiger returned to Charlie's bedroom to set one of the cameras there, so he’d be able to spy on her while sleeping… His eyes caught the iPad belonging to Charlie on the nightstand, he raised his eyebrows, quite curious about the iPad. Charlie had omitted to add a passcode for opening the iPad, which made it easier for Geiger to pry into the iPad.

He, of course, couldn't help opening the notes found in her iPad and quite frankly, Geiger wasn’t expecting any of what he was about to read…

“I can’t help but think about him everyday. His green eyes contrasting with his dark hair… His large hands that once caressed the side of my cheeks aroused me so much… His presence is strong enough to send me dripping wet”

Geiger jerked his head back at the words written in the Notes, surprised, almost shocked. Even though Charlie wasn’t mentioning the name of the man in her notes, it was quite apparent that Charlie was referring to Garcia. Intrigued by the second chapter, Geiger gazed back at the iPad screen.

“I’m vulnerable in front of him! When he chased me down in Vegas, I experienced the most intense sexual excitement ever, no one else ever aroused me as Garcia did during that weekend! I wanted him so badly to catch me that I made sure he would! His voice, his tall figure and the stern looks brushing his face from time to time are to die for!”

Anyone smart enough would’ve guessed that Charlie was indeed head over heels in love with Garcia. The fact that she purposely made sure that Garcia would catch her made Geiger smile smugly. He knew that Garcia cared about Charlie, but to what extent? Was he caring about her like a father would care about his child? Was he in love with her? Geiger didn’t know for sure, because Garcia wasn’t the sort of man to display his emotions to his co-workers… But it was evident that Charlie was strongly infatuated with Garcia.

Geiger had finally found out Charlie’s weakness; Garcia Aleksander, the 6’4” Croatian-American Dark-Haired man. He couldn’t help smirking at the thought of injuring Garcia to send Charlie in tears, this is how he’d get his revenge on her. It was almost too beautiful to be true, but one day it would become a reality… Geiger directed his eyes on the third paragraph of Charlie’s notes.

“I love to finger myself while picturing his hands caressing my whole body. I cum hard as I imagine Garcia punishing me. I’d love to be his bad little girl, and get his hand up my ass, spanking me!! Sometimes I imagine him whispering some dirty words to my ear, I want him to punish me badly!”

Garcia’s amusement slowly turned into sexual excitement as he felt his manhood erecting and pulsing through his jeans. He didn’t have time for this, he’d need to take care of this at a later time. He had to install the cameras in Charlie’s house and leave before she’d arrive… Of course, Geiger had no idea that Charlie had been rushed to the hospital, so he wanted to be as fast as he could, thinking she’d get off from work at 5 PM and come back home after this.

It took a long time for Geiger to calm down his sexual thoughts as he installed the cameras in Charlie’s house and he just couldn’t wait to arrive home and release all that tension down there…

Geiger had set up the cameras in strategic locations in Charlie’s house, like her bedroom, bathroom, and the living room. These were the crucial rooms in the house and Geiger would soon enjoy his nights by spying on Charlie.

He wasn’t going to leave her place without bringing something though. He returned back to the young Swedish woman's bedroom and opened one of the drawers from her dresser. Pleasure grew in his blue eyes at the view of her underwear. He grabbed one of her panties and pulled it out from the drawer… He then grabbed the Demeter’s New Baby perfume bottle from the dresser and sprayed the delicate scent on the pantie.

He brought it close to his face and deeply inhaled the innocent odor coming from the underwear.

“Arghh God, this is intense. I bet her little pussy tastes as good as this…” It was getting late for Geiger, almost 5 Pm and he couldn’t take the risk to stumble onto Charlie who was probably on her way back, thought Geiger. He pushed down the underwear in his pants pocket and made sure that all the cameras in the house were functioning perfectly before gathering his stuff, setting the alarm system and leaving the house by the patio door without anyone noticing…

Geiger rapidly drove back home and turned on his computer to check on Charlie’s cameras. Alas, even though it was 6 pm, there were no signs of Charlie at her place. The hours passed as Geiger ate his dinner and still no trace of Charlie after 8 PM. Geiger sighed loudly and would check back tomorrow or during the night, perhaps she was out for the night with some friends…

As for Charlie, she was far from enjoying her stay at the hospital, she became very nauseous during the evening, which was one of the side effects from her commotion. The nurses didn’t have any other choice to give her Dimenhydrinate, an IV medication used to treat nausea. Charlie needed to stay calm as well and avoid at all cost screens like her iPhone, but she wasn't listening and kept her eyes glued on the device. Charlie became drowsy from the medication and drifted to sleep in her hospital bed, losing all hope that Garcia would text her back.

Garcia was back from a meeting with D’Amico, his boss. He installed himself behind the wheel of his GMC SUV and pulled out his smartphone to check his messages and licked his lower lip when he found out that Charlie had texted him. She was saying how sorry she was, but even though Garcia didn’t want to admit it, he was somehow annoyed with the way Charlie acted toward him this afternoon. He had simply brought her money because she had paid for that Las Vegas hotel and the bus ticket..

He hesitated for a moment, questioning himself over answering her… Nope, he decided he would let little Charlie languish for a while, he felt like punishing her for her bratty behavior. He’d teach her a lesson, so she’d think twice before doing anything stupid with him next time! He pushed back his smartphone in his pocket and drove home for the night, unaware that Charlie had been brought to the hospital.

This is when he remembered that Charlie had mentioned about a party at the Bowling alleys in town for Friday night. It was the birthday of one of her employees and she wanted to celebrate with him and the other employees working for her. Not thinking any further, Garcia decided to drive at the desert hills alley to have a little talk with Charlie, as he wanted to clarify and make things clear between them.

These little games were starting to get old for the 51 year old man. He had other things to do than wasting time with Charlie. She was hard to understand and he didn’t know how to approach her, not knowing how she exactly felt toward him, or perhaps he really knew it and wanted to hear it from her. He was a bit nervous as he approached the Bowling Alleys building, his green eyes rapidly blinking at the view of the flashing neon sign at the front entrance.

Her car didn’t seem to be parked around, he couldn’t see it for sure. He still entered the building and recognized the small gang of people working for Charlie playing bowling on the alleys in the middle. They were all there, enjoying their night together, but Charlie was nowhere around. Even though she was small, Charlie was easy to spot with her pale short blonde hair and strong energy surrounding her.

Garcia carefully approached her employees and spotted Isabella, the manager of Charlie’s washing shop. He knew her a bit, because she once worked for D’Amico, years ago. Isabella instantly recognized Garcia from afar and decided to greet him.

Isabella was a short Mexican woman with dark long curly hair. She had gained a lot of weight during the last year as she got pregnant and gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. She then got hired by Charlie as D’Amico thought she wasn’t fit enough to be back on the floor as a waitress…

Hello Mr. Aleksander, long time no see!” The woman beamed with joy as she encountered Garcia. He smiled and nodded at her.

“Hey, Isabella! Nice to see you. Enjoying the night?” He asked her, still scrutinizing around, hoping to find Charlie among the crowded place.

“Yes, I do! It’s Miguel’s birthday and we’re celebrating him tonight… Without Charlie though, she couldn’t make it. She was brought to the hospital this afternoon, heatstroke from what she told me…”

Garcia became concerned when Isabella revealed what had happened to Charlie.

“Heatstroke?” He knew what it meant, he was just surprised to hear this.

“I don’t know… All I know is that she left for lunch with her brother and after this, she never came back to work. She called me in the afternoon to tell me that she still wanted us to enjoy the party. I’m sorry, I can’t help more than this.”

Garcia nodded at Isabella and thanked her for the info. He rapidly departed the Bowling Building and Isabella smirked. The fact that Garcia appeared very anxious toward Charlie’s situation amused the 35 years old woman. She had never seen Garcia acting like this before, as if he was in love and that this news had indeed shook him deeply.

Isabella returned down to the alley with her not so comfy bowling shoes…

Garcia sat in her SUV and texted Charlie to know in which hospital she had been admitted.

Both of them exchanged several messages on Messenger and Charlie ended up revealing Garcia where she was at. It didn’t feel right as if Charlie wasn’t telling him everything. He was old enough to know when someone was trying to hide the truth from him, especially Charlie! Even through messages, she was bad at lying…

During his ride to the hospital, Garcia kept repeating himself that he had already crossed the point of no return. He was aware though that it wouldn’t be tonight that he’d get all things clear with Charlie since she was ill.

It was just past 9:30 PM when Garcia walked inside the hospital. He was quickly submerged by the strong scent from the disinfecting used inside. The odor lingered on the walls of the building, not something Garcia was fond of. He slowly walked to the information booth and asked the woman behind the plexiglass about Charlie’s room.

“Visitors are not allowed at this hour. Are you a relative or a close friend?”

The woman had a bad temper and Garcia wasn’t impressed but annoyed by her.

“I won’t be long, I’m bringing her some stuff for the night and her smartphone charger.” The woman almost rolled her brown eyes at Garcia as she scrolled on her computer screen for Charlie’s information.

“Fine, what is her last name?”

Garcia snorted at the woman and pronounced Charlie’s last name.

“Andersson… Her father is named Hans Andersson. Deceased by the way, and she has a brother named Mark Andersson. Do you need anything else?” He said in a tone filled with sarcasm.

Not wanting to deal with him much longer, the woman gave him the info he wanted and Garcia walked toward the elevator to reach Charlie’s room on the 4th floor. It was to say that anyone, a pure stranger with those crucial info on Charlie could have accessed her room with no trouble at all. That was somehow scary and something to worry about, thought Garcia.

As he stepped out of the elevator, the dim-lit hall of the 4th floor appeared to be calm as most patients were in their beds, sleeping. The nurses were at the station working and filling up reports on their computer. One of the nurses stood up and greeted Garcia, almost whispering to him.

“I’m sorry sir, Visitors aren’t allowed at this late hour. Just tell me what items you’re bringing and for whom, I’ll take care of giving them to the person you wish.”

Garcia had expected the nurse to say this. It was late and the patients needed to get some rest, which was the reason why Visitors weren’t allowed past 8H30 PM.

“I won’t be long, I just need to speak to Charlie Andersson. 10 Minutes and I’m out…” He flashed his most beautiful smile at the nurse and the woman in her 40’s cocked her head to the side while placing her hands on her hips, not indifferent by Garcia’s charming allure.

“Aww the lil blonde one… I see! Alright, no more than 10 minutes, or else my supervisor won’t be happy…” The woman allowed Garcia to visit Charlie, a quick visit to be exact, and the nurse wasn’t joking with this.

He rubbed the back of his neck as he came close to Charlie's room. The door wasn’t closed and he could well perceive the line of her silhouette under the sheets, in the dim lit room.

She was breathing slowly as the young woman had fallen asleep 30 minutes ago, right after her last message to Garcia. He didn’t want to wake her from her sleep, she looked too perfect… Helpless and pleasant to look at… It wasn’t the same Charlie that had yelled at him in the parking lot, he thought, almost snorting in amusement.

He shuffled back a step or two as his eyes caught the stitched wound on her forehead. No wonder she had a commotion, she had hit her head against the ground. With rapt attention he looked at the IV fluid bags hovering over her, he couldn’t tell right away what all those fluids were for, but he was certain of one thing, Charlie wasn’t going fine at all since their trip from Vegas…

He brought his hand toward Charlie’s face and gave her cheek a gentle caress with the back of his warm hand.

“What’s going on Charlie?” He softly whispered at her, admiring her resting appearance. Her cheeks were so soft to the touch and Garcia deeply sighed.

“How could a little thing like you turn my world upside down??” He smiled down at her as he kept stroking her soft cheek… It didn’t take long that Garcia’s touch aroused her from her peaceful sleep. Her blue eyes slowly opened, but it proved to be challenging at keeping them open as the medication to treat her nausea had a somnolent side effect.

She displayed on her lips a smile filled with satisfaction as the view of Garcia brought her a sense of security. She closed back her eyes as her eyelids felt so heavy under the medication, but kept savoring every caress from his hand.

“Please, don’t stop, I love it when you’re touching me…” She revealed with a groggy voice. Of course Charlie would’ve never revealed this important detail to Garcia if it wasn’t for the medication running through her veins. She was indeed loving Garcia’s fingers brushing against the side of her face and these words escaped her lips without any further thoughts.

Garcia lightly chuckled at Charlie’s words, not really surprised at all. It’s not as if Charlie hadn’t been obvious in the last 3 weeks, he knew she had a thing for him. He could see the way she was nervously acting in front of him when meeting her. Her face was blushing like a schoolgirl at the sight of his presence. She had this beaming expression over her face every time he was in front of her. That yearning look he could see on her face… It was all evident to him, and the thought of hurting her was frightening him.

She was young and so small next to him. He was afraid to do something bad and upset her… He was a mobster, not the perfect man working from 8 to 5 pm…

He deeply looked down at her as Charlie drifted back to sleep. He just couldn’t take the risk, but he had grown fond of her and he wanted to take care of her and protect her from the harsh world outside. He would never do her any harm… Even though he had kidnapped her as he was persuaded she had stolen the money from his boss, Garcia never hurt her physically or endangered her life. He just wanted to get his hands back on the money and he would’ve released her afterwards, which he did as he brought back the young woman from Vegas to Albuquerque.

“Sleep well, I’ll come back tomorrow to pick you up!” He leaned over Charlie and kissed her forehead, making sure not to touch the wound on her forehead… Even though Garcia didn’t want to admit it, he was smitten by her to the point that he’d do anything for her! He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt like this toward a woman…

While Garcia was on his way to leave the Hospital, Geiger was at home, still lurking at his computer screen at Charlie’s cams, pondering where she was at this late hour. He was walking back and forth in his computer room, convinced that Charlie had probably gone sleeping at Garcia’s place.

“Arhghh he’s probably fucking her good right now!! Dammit!” Boiling in anger, Geiger turned off the computer screen and returned in his bedroom to have a scent at Charlie’s perfumed underwear.

“Hmmm, lovely that scent! One day I’ll fuck you good! You’re stupid Garcia won’t be there to protect you my dear!!” Geiger was immediately turned on by Charlie’s after shower perfume that he had sprayed on her underwear earlier during the day, and this time he would make sure to rectify the situation by masturbating fiercely, picturing Charlie as helpless as she could be. He was dreaming of the day he’d break into her house and trap her between him and a wall…

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