Thread: Empire - City of Lost Cause (Black_Out and meomeo)

With Vallie's back pressed up against his bulky heavyweight chest, Andrew backpedaled out of the soft glow of the street light and drew her back into the shadows towards his stout chrome chopper which was letting out a soft rumble from the running engine. One meaty palm mashed down over Vallie's screaming mouth, and forcefully began to stuff a wadded up rag into her mouth, silencing any further defiant cries. Not that her initial yelp had drawn any attention, with all the activity taking place at the entrance of the hospital, her screams just seemed like background noise that no one thought to pay attention too. In the dim shadows bordering the light, a silver mystical hammer sat on its side, unattended. His heavy black working boots stutter stepped backwards while his anaconda like arms squeezed down around Vallie's body. Oh, The Crimson Marauder could snap Hammer Time like a twig if he wanted too, but that was hardly his intentions at the moment. Just seeing her, his old fuck buddy, well it caused a rock hard growth to sprout between his legs. Finally Andrew carried her, kicking legs and all back away from all the lights, tucked in a dark corner against the exterior walls of the massive concrete parking garage. He spun around, pressing Vallie face first up against the wall as he unraveled his arms from around her waist and reclaimed possession of her wrists. With a sharp tug and twist he forced her wrists to rest against the upper slope of her firm ass while he pressed his considerable weight forward, effectively pinning her against the wall. That girth hardness hidden beneath his worn and scuffed up jeans became fairly evident in that moment as the shape of it squeezed against Vallie's rear. Your damn right I did. He hissed into her ear. You'd of done the same damn thing too if you knew what I knew. The tension in his beefy body relaxed slightly, his grasp against her wrists loosened just faintly. If you want to know, you'll meet me tonight at midnight at O'sheary's Pub. His herculean figure pressed in again, letting her know he was in control and that his offer wasn't negotiable. There was barely an audible groan that sounded from Sandy's lips as she laid crumpled up and unconscious along the dented up door of the parked car. Across the street, from the well lit glowing entry way of the hospital things were beginning to grow rather riotous. I suggest you strip that news lady down and wear her clothes, you both look about the same size. He glanced back over his shoulder. Make it quick too, before the Vagabond's goons come looking for ya. His hands slowly released their grasp over her wrists, but his body remained like a barricade that didn't allow Vallie to move away from the wall just yet. You don't move a muscle until I'm gone, got it? His stubble buffed chin rubbed up against the side of her slender neck as he started to back away. O'sheary's Pub, midnight, I'll be in the back room. He stepped back slowly, leaving Vallie against the wall as he turned and bent over, scooping up her hammer with a grunt. You want this, you'll be there. He lugged the solid shiny hammer over his shoulder as he moved over to his waiting bike and saddled up. It's good to see you Vallie, but don't cross me. You don't make a peep about me to the Agency. Midnight, be there. I'll tell ya everything I know. There was a stern look given her way as he fired up the chopper and roared off down the street. In the distance, as the roar of the Crimson Marauder's departure sank away, the wail of police sirens could be heard approaching.