Thread: The Captive (sispuppet and Bella)

A tall, fit man sat patiently waiting on a car facing the apartment of Patrick ONeil. Craig Magee could be considered an intimidating man by most standards. The 27 year old stood tall at a few inches over six feet. His dark green eyes looked focused and fierce, and his red hair was accompanied with by a small fiery mane. His black suit stretches as he hunches over, covering the match he lights with a hand to protect it from the wind as he lights his cigarette. Tonight was meant mainly as surveillance so he could figure out his plan of action. He owns a couple of modest sized speak easies himself. His customers were few but loyal, and the small group of men working for him could be trusted well enough to do their jobs while he was out. Patrick had just left to go to his club, and it took Craig every ounce of his own resolve to not follow the man. No, he had a plan that would hit his employer far harder than any punch. Craig had joined Patricks operation for the same reason any kid would. It was easy work that paid better than running errands for someone on the level. It had some glamour to it too, working right under the nose of the cops. His job was simple enough. He drives down to the bootleggers, picks up the crates, and drops them off at the speakeasy. It wasnt until a couple of years ago that he realized he was being had. He was getting paid worse than most other workers, and getting set up as a fall guy. If he got caught by the bulls, then hed be done for. When he tried to confront Patrick, he got a black eye and a boot to the ass by some enforcers for his trouble. He wasnt about to snitch either, no, he was doing things the only way he could. Now here he was, a few years later, and he still wanted to get back at the man. Beating Patrick in business wasnt going to happen. Craigs tiny places couldnt compete, and if they started to, then hed find a couple of paid off cops on his ass, or his buildings up in smoke. No, he had to hit the man where it hurt the most. It was no mystery that the mob boss cared more about his daughter than anything else in the world. He was a good catholic man who put family above everything else. It was enough to make Craig laugh. Good Catholic men didnt take people for a ride if they were skimming from the top. Craig takes a long drag from his cigarette. If he had a couple of other guys with him, then itd be easy work getting the girl. The two bodyguards wouldnt stand a chance in an ambush, and she wouldnt be able to put up much of a fight herself. He didnt have guys to spare though, and besides. The less people who knew about it, the less it could blow up in his face. He yawns, flicking his ciggy to the ground and is ready to head back when something catches his eyes. It seemed like his plan was going ahead of schedule. The man follows behind Erin in his car, keeping enough distance between them to keep from being noticed. He figures out where shes going quickly enough. Was she trying to show off to her old man? Seeing her duck into an alleyway, he quickly pulls over in a dark corner before getting the things ready. Catching the girl is easier than he expected. The little bearcat tries to put up a fight, but what could she hope to do against a man in peak physical condition? She stops struggling as the cloth covers her mouth. He hurries back to the car, his eyes on a constant look out as he drops her off in the backseat and hurries back to his place. He has his friend, Little Jimmy get her moved in. The behemoth of a man is the only other person in on the plan at the moment. He wouldnt go flapping his gums to any cops, and his size would scare anyone out of asking too many questions. Getting the girl into the room hed been preparing, Craig takes off her coat and smile. She didnt look like no good little Catholic girl in that black dress. Well, hed be thorough in finding out just how religious she was. He leaves the room, locking it behind him before heading up to the speakeasy. He tells everyone that they had to scram. The shop was closing early today. It wasnt that strange. Early closings happened if they thought the bulls might be coming by. The people there finish off their drinks, and head out. Once its clear, Craig heads back down with Little Jimmy, laughing at how well it all worked out. You stay upstairs, keep an eye out for me. He tells his friend, who nods, staying with him until Craig is in the room. Unlocking the door, Craig steps in, Little Jimmys large frame keeping Erin from being able to escape through him. The door is locked again, the key placed in his breast pocket before Craig makes his way to a chair. He sits down and lights a cigarette, smiling as he looks Erin up and down. Having fun, lass? He asks her, chuckling as he takes a drag, exhaling the smoke into the room. Might as well get comfortable. Your old mans not gonna be home tell early the next morning, you see? Those saps arent gonna check on you either. No way your old man would let them sneak a peek. Theyll probably end up bumped off anyways though. He taps off the ashes in a tray on the table before leaning back. He holds the pack open for her, offering a ciggy. Want one? He asks? You thirsty, hungry? He asks in a polite tone, prepared to get her just about anything she wants. Except for leaving, of course.