Life in Peril

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is copy written by the author.

This is the fifth chapter of the sequel to my story entitled Life Interrupted. I hope you enjoy.

Life in Peril Pt. V

Life in Peril Pt. V

On the Run Till it's Done

On the Run Till it's Done

It wasn't until almost a week after I returned home from the big bust at Urban's place and Abe Toronto's home that I heard from anybody regarding the Urban Mann matter; except for what I heard on the news; both local and national, as the search for Urban gained steam and traction in the media. Every day, although it dimmed with time, there was something on the news regarding the search for the escaped felon and his compatriots. Every day I watch the news, I see my Master's face plastered all over my television.

The worst-kept secret regarding Mr. Toronto's mob affiliation was also all over the news. He, as well, was missing, and the FBI was offering a hefty reward for his capture. No mention of Tony Blue or Malik Saunders was made, but they were talking about Trey Fortune and his affiliation with Urban. They called Trey a pimp and a trafficker.

The first call I received was from Mort Humphrey. I was at work at the time. He sounded much better and was regaining his strength. Although he was still in the hospital, he was in a regular room and was close to discharge. The doctors told him that it was a miracle he lived.

"So, Luce, have you heard anything at all from Mann's camp? The manhunt for him has gone nationwide, and I doubt whether he is still in the area. I wonder if he's even in the country."

"Does that mean I'm out of the woods now?"

"I would say not until we've got the lot of them back behind bars or have them planted six feet under. You have to go about your life as usual and hope for the best. And of course, be in touch. Espada still has the reins, but I expect to be back in charge, if only from a desk, within a week."

"And how close are we to doing that? My life has been peaceful the past couple of days, but I feel like an exposed nerve every minute of every day waiting for the other shoe to drop. And every time my phone rings, I feel like I'm jumping out of my skin. I need closure here, and..."

"Closure? I'm afraid we are far from that. Urban Mann is merely the tip of the iceberg. His mob ties run deep, and there's no running away from these people. Not unless you go deep undercover in the witness protection program. You qualify for the federal program because of the national implications of Mann's network and its ties with the mob. Any time you're ready we're ready for you."

"What happens to all that Charlie and I have built for ourselves?"

"The feds will liquidate all that was yours, and the proceeds will go into an account for you in support of your new life. It's shitty, but it beats being dead."

"That's comforting,not. So, it's time we run?"

"Hard to tell. Running can be construed as an admission that you have been a cooperating informant. If you continue to live your life as you have, nobody may be the wiser. But to be honest with you, we just don't know. I'd say, though, it's a good sign that you haven't heard from these people. If youdohear from them, you must call me immediately. Anytime, any way you can."

"I feel like I need eyes in the back of my head anymore. I'm just..."

"They're there. You are being monitored 24/7. Both via that chip in your ass and through officers and agents who are with you every step of the way. That never stopped, and even in the hospital, I am receiving reports from my team about your whereabouts and the goings-on in your life on a frequent basis."

"Am I supposed to feel good about this? I feel like my privacy is gone."

"Oh, no it's not. You'll know when it's gone when your face is splashed all over the place like that boyfriend of yours."

"He's no boyfriend of mine. I feel like a hand puppet, and he's the one who's got his hand stuck up my ass."

"An enviable but uncomfortable position, I'm sure."

"Good to see your sense of humor didn't get shot up."

"It did, but it's recovering."

"So when am I gonna see you, big guy?"

"When your husband says so."

"Right now, I'm pretty sure he's not so sweet on the police. Maybe we ought to wait this one out."

"I've got nothin' but time, sweetheart. And too damned much of it if you ask me."

"You just go and heal there, sergeant. God willing, I have time as well."

We hung up after promising to speak to each other soon. Well, it was a fortnight before I heard from anyone, and it wasn't good. It was Tony Blue. Fuckin Tony Blue. Just what I need right now.

I think the only thing about me that isn't stressed out has been my cooch. Charlie has done a fair job of seeing to that. It ain't Urban, and not even Mort, and definitely not Trey. But it's Charlie and Charlie is safe. Charlie is the smart choice. The cautious choice. But mama could use a dose of that BBC about now. ButnotTony Blue. That's not a dose, it's an overdose.

"Lu, I need you right now. Your master needs you. Tomorrow at lunchtime, I want you to leave work and head down to Rat's. Park and go to the tattoo parlor and we'll take it from there."

"But I thought Rat was locked up."

"He is, but his old lady is running the place while he is in stir. You just get there and leave the rest to us."

"Yes, Big Tony. I'll go to Rat's tomorrow at lunchtime. I guess I should take the rest of the day off."

"Yes, you should." And he hung up.

It had been a couple of weeks since I spoke to anyone at the police department, so I gave Mort a call in the hope that he was active and running the show. He was.

"I'm almost surprised to hear from you, Lu. What's up?"

"I heard from Tony Blue. He wants me to go to Rat's at lunchtime tomorrow."

"Yeah, they opened the place up and Rat's wife is running the place now with two other tattoo artists. Is that asshole looking to plant another tattoo on that luscious body of yours?"

"I don't know what he has in mind, but I think it has something to do with Urban. He said that my Master needed me. I guess that means..."

"He's still around town. I figured he'd be somewhere far from here. You go and meet with him. Do what they tell you, and we will track you using the chip. It's been inactive for the past week or so, but it will be activated today, just in case they try to grab you early."

"What about Charlie?"

"Let him know what's up, but don't try to speculate as to what this is about. Just let him know you may be gone for a day or two."

"I'm sure he'll take that well. He's gonna follow me around with that gun of his. Then there will be real trouble."

"Just tell him I'm back and that I've got this."

"Oh, sure, like you've had it in the past. You'd better believe that Charlie's belief in the police is at an all-time low. He's either gonna fuck this all up or he's gonna save the day."

"You've got to trust me, Luce."

"And you've got to stop saying that. Every time you do I find more reasons not to trust you."

"Just do what they tell you to do and we'll be there when the time is right. Just try to chill for now."

"Chill? Fuck you, Mort Humphrey. It's my fuckin' life you're messing with. You do realize if you fuck it up again, I'm a dead woman. Third time's a charm, Mort." And I hung up.

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The next morning, on my way to work, I got the surprise of my life when stopped at a red light, two men from the car in front of me exited their vehicle and approached mine. The man on the passenger side smashed the window and stuck a very big gun in and told me to exit the vehicle. They took me, threw me into the car's trunk and off they sped.

Being in the trunk, I had no idea where we were going and no idea what to do about it. When we stopped, we were in the deepest, darkest part of the city and I was walked into a house and, as had been done before, walked out the back and into an alleyway, then through another house and onto a small street where a car awaited me. Again, I was unceremoniously loaded into the trunk, and off we went.

We didn't go far, 'cause it didn't take long before we stopped at another house deep in the city. I was ushered into this house, and there was Tony Blue. He patted me down, something his boys hadn't done, but he found nothing. But he felt up every part of me. Believe me, it didn't turn me on. Quite the opposite.

The pat down took place in the living room of the nicely appointed row home in front of a half dozen men who were armed and looked very intent on killing someone. I was just ready to take exception when out of the kitchen walked a tall handsome man. It was Urban. My master. I immediately dropped to my knees and he just as quickly told me to rise. I would have been excited, but I was too afraid to feel anything but fear. Would Urban know I am the source of his angst with the police? Would I have to fuck Tony Blue again? Of all the women in his life, why would he want me? Especially since I have been present at both attempts to bring him to justice. Is he tempting fate just to get a piece of ass?

"Master," I asked. "May I call work and let them know I won't be in today? I'm afraid they..."

"No. They'll just have to make it today without you, Lu. Today you're mine."

I was almost liking the sound of this as it may mean I wouldn't have to service Tony Blue and that gigantic organ of his. Urban, I could take. My heart wouldn't be in it, but my pussy wouldn't tell. I was almost hoping the cavalry wouldn't come. Almost.

I knew I should stall for time, so I decided to make the first move on Urban rather than letting him make the moves on me. I approached him and wrapped my arms around him and bent up to get one of his superior kisses, and he obliged me.

"Nice to see you are still on board, Lu. Come upstairs. Daddy has gone without for too long. It's been too long since I have tasted a sweet pussy like yours. Come. Let's make some magic."

He guided me up the stairs to what appeared to be the master bedroom, where he bade me to strip for him in the sexiest possible way. As I did, he stood over me and pulled his shirt off from over his head and pawed at me as I got naked.

He had kicked his shoes and socks off and all that was left for me to do was draw down his pants and boxers to reveal his sizeable black cock and big, full balls. Remaining on my knees, I took his dick in hand and in mouth and worked it like I was on a mission. I was. I wanted him nice and relaxed and out of commission when the cops came storming in.

I licked and sucked and he grew quickly, but he wasn't yet ready to plunge the dagger into my heart. He wanted a taste first. A taste of my pussy.

"Lay down, Lu. I had me some breakfast today, but have had no dessert. Spread 'em."

Being the good slave and wanting to portray that image to my Master, I laid and spread my legs in anticipation of an expert session of cunnilingus. And he didn't disappoint. He had me doing that horizontal dance and, with my legs up in the air, I was forgetting that I was on mission and just focused on how good I was feeling. Mentally I had prepared myself to get railed by Big Tony Blue, but, thanks to Urban, I'd been spared.

"Alright, Lu. It's time to stretch that pussy of yours just right. Are you ready?"

"Always ready for you, my Master."

He took that big, hard thing of his and slowly inserted it into the object of his desire. After being warmed up by that expert pussy eating it slid in quite easily. But it did make an impression, and I let him ride me hard for a good five minutes when he tightened up and shot his load. And yes, I did have one good orgasm along the way. A little before his climax. It was a great fuck and the last thing on my mind was the peril I was in. I almost hoped we could hang out for another round before the cavalry came to bail me out.

Where are they, by the way. I've been here long enough to be greeted and given a fine fucking, and no cops yet. What happened to 'trust me.' Please don't tell me they managed to evade the cops again. Now what's gonna happen to me? Am I going on the run with Urban and his gang? Will they figure out I'm the one who keeps bringing the cops around?

The glow from a fine fucking disappeared and the pit in my stomach returned when Tony Blue appeared in the bedroom. "Urb, they want you downstairs. I'll take over up here. I know Lu and I have missed each other. Let's see how she feels after a real screwin'."

Urban really shrunk in my eyes as he skulked downstairs, leaving me in Tony's hard hands. And that ultra-big dick of his. Well, my Master had opened up my cavity, hopefully making it easier for me to endure a cock that was longer and far girthier than his.

Tony removed his holstered gun and set it down on the nightstand. "Undress me, Lu. I've been thinking about this since the last time we got together."

So, starting with his shirt, I slowly undressed him, stalling for as much time as I could. Hoping against hope that I would be rescued by an overwhelming show of force by the cops. So far, nothing. So, as he sat on the bed, now completely undressed, I took his monstrosity of a cock and licked and sucked it to full size. Full size, my ass. This is definitely king-size.

Once hard as a rock, he laid down on the bed and bid me to mount him, as before, cowgirl style. Slowly I squatted down on that big old thing of his and got as far down as I dared before starting to pump away at him, his big cock about three quarters of the way up my cooch. It hurt like hell. So different than the fucking I had received from Urban, who was sizeable but not overwhelming.

After a few minutes he rolled us over and took me in the missionary position. I spread as far as I could to accommodate him, but it still hurt even worse as he jammed that thing in my poor little pussy. Again, it was like giving birth, over and over again. It seemed never-ending when out of nowhere came a crash downstairs. It sounded like the door was smashed in, and I could hear voices yelling and the sounds of guns going off.

Tony jumped up and off of my poor, sore body, and grabbed his gun that was on the nightstand. Buck naked he ran from the room and I could hear his gun going off as he ran to the stairs and then the sound of something thudding down the stairs. Tony was aggressive, but he didn't get very far.

I quickly rushed to get dressed when a woman appeared at the bedroom door. It was Manny Espada, and she had her gun drawn. "Are you okay, Mrs. Allyard? The place is secure now, but you should stay here until we've got everyone in hand. It's lookin' pretty ugly down there."

"Urban?" I asked.

"Gone."

"Oh, no. You mean..."

"No. Dead and gone. And so is Tony Blue. I shothimmyself. He almost took me out rolling down the stairs."

"And Charlie? What about my Charlie?"

"He turned out to be quite the hero. When we informed him that you had been kidnapped, he went home and got his gun. There were two of those black hoods who followed him home, but when they tried to kidnap him as well, he shot them both dead. Quite the shot, that husband of yours."

"So, Charlie's okay?"

"Call him now. He'll be even better if he knows you are okay."

I called Charlie, who was at his wit's end. I let him know that Urban was gone and out of our life. He was pleased and asked me to get home as soon as possible.

Mort showed up late to the scene. He still was riding the desk, but he came to the scene as soon as it wrapped up. He gave me a big comforting hug and promised me that for all intents and purposes it was done. There was no more Urban to be the master of my world.

There was, however, one loose end; Trey Fortune. He was still not in custody and, no doubt, on the run. If, unlike Urban, he was smart and left the country; he had a chance of getting away. If he was stupid and wanted to exact revenge on me and Charlie, the police were ready to nab him on the spot. But would they be prepared, or would they fuck it up again?

Although the big bust where both Urban Mann and Tony Blue were killed made the news in a big way, my name was never mentioned. At least the cops did a good job of keeping me out of it. But what of the mob? Had they figured it out, and would Abe Toronto exact his revenge?

When I arrived home, Charlie was there to greet me and he did so with open arms and a big smile. The two men who had come to abscond with my husband were Malik Saunders and his bodyguard, Ben. Had they been polite and knocked on the door they may have gotten over on Charlie, but, being the bullies they were, they knocked in the door and when Charlie heard that he got his gun and before they could take any offensive action Charlie put them down like a couple of rabid dogs. I'd never thought of him as a warrior, but he was. He was my hero.

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It had been over a month since we put Urban in the ground. He had prearrangements made to be buried in a graveside service. I didn't go to many funerals, but I went to this one. It was well attended, mostly by women. The majority of the men were cops, looking for stray gang members and assorted hoodlums. But what they got was mostly white women and brown children. The children of Urban Mann. And there were plenty of them.

I tried not to cry, but I was moved by the tears shed by these women. As if each of them was the only one in his life. That is how he made them feel, and that is the way he left them.

Charlie did not attend the funeral and was furious that I did. But I convinced him that it was all part of the play. And "The play's the thing," according to Shakespeare. Abe Toronto is still out there, and if he noticed me disrespecting my master, even in death, he might come for me and make me pay. Then there was Trey.

Trey didn't make it to the funeral. At least not that I saw. In fact, I saw none of the gang, except for Watts, who was kind and let me know Urban thought the world of me. He should only know how I felt about him.

"You was his bottom bitch, Lu. Everybody knew that. Old Maggie thought it was her, but it was really you."

"I didn't see Maggie here today. What's up with that?"

"She's still in jail. They say she did terrible things, and the damned judge didn't give her no bail. Wouldn't even let her out to attend Urban's funeral. Nowthat'sdisgusting."

"And what about Trey? Do you hear anything from him?"

"Nary a peep. He's gone deep, that brother. Some say that he's the snitch and that they got his ass buried in witness protection."

"Trey? Nah. Trey's no snitch."

"That's what I say. But you know the white man. He ain't takin' my word."

"Are you talking about Mr. Toronto?"

"One and the same. That man takes no prisoners. He put fifty thousand down on Trey's head, and everyone knows the man pays up. So everyone's looking for Trey."

"The cops too."

"I'd say he'd be lucky if the cops caught him. But not for long. He's a dead man either way."

"Good to see you, Watts. Without Master Urban around, I don't see myself needing many beatings, but if I'm ever in the mood, I'll look you up."

"You look me up and I'll hook you up. Just like the old days."

I walked to my car through a sea of women and children and bumped into Happy and Erica, who were standing together through the eulogy. They looked a mess as their makeup was smeared and they couldn't stop wiping away the tears. I spent just moments sympathizing with them until I begged off and got in my car and headed home to Charlie.