Loebs' Fall (Happily Ever Stalker)

“It’s all your fault. She was promised to me. She was supposed to be mine. Until you dirtied her and now she is of no use to me.” Zakharov says, sneering. I can see his agitation elevating and know he won’t hesitate to kill her. I hear LT and Julius in my ear letting me know they can hear all of this and are on their way to me but it might be too late. I have to do something.

“What can I do to make recompense?” I need to stall him until everyone is in their place.

“You have another broodmare for me?” sick fuck. My eyes go to her, imploring her to trust me.

“Take me. Let her go and take me.” I hear the arguing in my ear from everyone telling me to wait as they take position, but I have to make sure she is ok.

“What use for you would I have?” So he still doesn’t fully know who I am. Interesting.

“Nova, baby, it is going to be ok. I promise. Trust me.” I say to her. She looks at me wearily, everything in her life not what she thought it was and I am a part of that. “Please.” I can’t say what I want to without giving it away, but I need her to trust me so when it is time she does as I say. “Please baby. I swear everything was not a lie. You have to know that. Trust me, Nova.”

“Shut up.” her father says, turning his gun on me. Raising my hands I don’t look at him. He is but an insignificant gnat on my windshield. She is the sun beaming in on me, even with her eyes covered in sadness and tears she is brighter than me. “She is my daughter. I have spent years building our future when she was of use and you destroyed it.”

I hear the words, “Ready. In position. On my count.” In my ear and I prepare to drop and pray she does too. My eyes beg her to trust me right now. She finally nods and I shout, “Nova, drop.'' She yanks herself free and hellfire reigns in the room. Crawling across the floor, I move toward her and pull her under me until there is silence.

“Are you ok baby? Did you get hit?” I lean up and look her over but see no blood.

“No. I’m not hit.” Thank fuck.

“It’s clear. They got away. For now.” the conversation in my ear letting me know Michaels and Zakharov have escaped. I see droplets of copper letting me know someone was hit, but right now, I got what I came for.

“Come on baby. Let’s get out of here.” Now I have to fix us.

Nova

I still don’t know what just happened. Hell, I am still trying to figure out the last few days. I went to sleep in my bed, crying and heartbroken, only to be woken by my father telling me we were in danger and needed to hide. I followed him. I trusted him. He is my dad. It wasn’t until we made it to the Mansion that I found out the truth. Well…a part of it. He promised me to some old Russian dude and now because I am no longer a virgin, he was pissed and I was in trouble. I won’t go into the vile things he said to me, or how many times he slapped me. All I will say is that this is the first time in my life I questioned who he really was.

Now, here I am sitting in Loeb’s house after having a shower, on the bed, not sure what to do and who to trust. “Baby.” he walks in tentatively. I would be a liar if I said when I saw him I wasn’t relieved. I was. I wanted to run straight to him because even knowing what I saw and found, he still feels safe.

“Yes.” I haven’t picked my head up since we got on the 747. I was surrounded by all these huge men with guns and grimaces on their faces. They looked at me equally as curious as I was about them, but the tension was too high. He kneels in front of me on his haunches, his hands on my knees. Why does he always look so delicious? Especially now with his low worn joggers.

“Are you hungry?” he asks, moving my hair from my face. My eyes move to his and I see the glint in his. I know we were both thinking the same thing. Hungry doesn’t always mean food.

“No.” I lick my lips and he laughs.

“Liar.'' He moves my towel and I am still naked, now bared before him. “Fuck I missed you, baby.” he says licking my lips, enticing them open. I fight against it for as long as I can. When his thumbs flick my nipples I lose it. My mouth opens in a gasp and moan and he takes advantage. His tongue sweeps in and caresses mine, forcing me to play with him. “There she is.” he says. He lifts me and moves me to the head of the bed. His mouth moves to my nipples and his fingers explore the valley between my legs that missed him more than words. “Always so wet for me, baby.” I can hear the squishing of his fingers as he moves them in and out of me. My legs spread on their own, inviting him back home.