"Your performance as 'Teacher of the Year' has been less than stellar, Sienna.”
Principal Hatch kept a calm demeanor. His disposition frightened Sienna as she was aware of the way her boss dealt with teachers who did not perform. Behind Hatch sat various books on leadership and efficiency. Above his shining, bald head was a statue of a bronze eagle, which was engraved, “With Excellence and Pride;” both qualities which Sienna was sorely lacking.
Similar in fashion to the eagle, Hatch’s walls were covered with plaques which commemorated his own achievements. The arrangement of the black plaques on top and the others of a lighter hue at the bottom made Sienna uneasy. She felt there was no room for weakness, and that she was being singled out.
"It's been a rough year, Sir," Sienna said sheepishly.
She was telling the truth.
Jon had broken up their engagement just a week after she had bought her wedding dress, and all the finishing touches had just been set in place for their wedding. Her bachelorette party was only a couple days away.
"Sienna, we all have rough years." Principal Hatch joined his hands together.
His button-up shirt was red, and she felt he was hungry for blood.
"I went through a bad patch myself last year as you may have heard. Did it stop me from leading our school into being one of the top performing schools in the state?”
He paused for dramatic effect.
“No,” he replied, without seeking a response.
He leaned back as he contemplated the punishment which he would distribute to Sienna.
"On top of your monthly bonuses, you'll be taking a pay cut for the next couple of months. If your test scores are not where I want them to be….” he said. “Well, I don't have to tell you what we’ll have to do.”
Hatch leaned forward, and his eyes drilled into Sienna — instilling fear.
During the years of Jon, Sienna would've made a scene. Not that there was anybody else watching, but they wouldn't have had to because her words would have permeated throughout the walls. Each word would've been heard and all of the staff would've known exactly what happened. She would've stormed out and made Principal Hatch regret making a rash decision; that was a different Sienna.
"Understood," Sienna said meekly with her head tilted down. Her life was in shambles. A pay cut made no difference as she no longer had anybody to share it with. She heard Hatch say something, but she didn't quite hear him as she was wallowing in her despair; the content didn’t matter — it was the tone of dismissal.
When she made her way to the office she ran into Rhonda, who stood taller than usual. She was wearing a black business suit type outfit that accentuated her slimness. It was a physique that Sienna was striving for during her engagement, but now it was a physique she despised.
“Sienna!” She grinned. “How did your review go with Principal Hatch?”
Her face had too much glee for Sienna's liking. Her white teeth shone brighter than usual.
"Better than I expected, I guess." She sighed, while unable to lift her head back up since leaving Hatch's office.
“Good to hear!” she replied. “Oh! I have some great news. Tyler just proposed to me. We're getting married at Myrtle Beach. He's already made reservations for everyone we know. I'll try to get you the invitation.”
"That's great, but….”
“Awesome!” she exclaimed. “I have to go.… I wonder what news Hatch has for me. From what he told me over the phone, I think it’s going to be good.”
Rhonda made her way past Sienna and into Hatch's room.
She continued to walk through the hall.
“Maybe I should go for a run after class,” she thought. “Lord knows I need it.”
She walked out of the office without making eye contact with anyone.
When she got to the door of her class, she stood in front of it and took a deep breath. Her clothes felt tighter than usual. When she opened her door, her students were silent.
"How we are we doing today class?” she said optimistically. “Hope everybody's having an interesting week.”
She hoped that she sounded normal, then she remembered that she was in her class of gifted students.
"We know you're sad, Ms. Larson," Maria Uratsu, one of Sienna's most intelligent and perceptive students offered.
Her face was stern as to convey to Sienna that nothing could get past this top student.
“Yeah, we know what's going on with you, Ms. Larson. not fooling us." Deandre Knight added.
He was captain of the basketball team and had decided he was going to pursue a career in industrial engineering. Sienna had helped him find his calling in life.
"We don't like to see you like this, Ms. Larson,” said Tyler Lautner, with his caring blue eyes fixed on his teacher. "Because of you, our lives have improved. We want to return the favor.”
Sienna remembered that he was going through a rough patch with his family. His mother had passed away only a few months after being diagnosed with leukemia. He didn't understand why things in his life had turned out as they had, and his lack of understanding turned into anger. It was hard for Sienna to imagine Tyler angry now that his expression was so compassionate.
“Guys, I’m OK,” she said. “Believe me. Let's just get on with class. We have a lot of work to do before the end of the semester.” Sienna tried to hide her despair with urgency. With a termination hanging over her head, it wasn't that difficult.
She turned her head away from her students as if not being able to see her eyes would throw them off. It was futile of course; these were the brightest kids in the state.
When she walked over to her desk, she found an Americano waiting for her — just the right amount of cream and sweetener. Her students knew how to make her day.
"Let's get on with the lesson plan,” she encouraged.
A tinge of emotion poked at her. She noticed that her desk had a shine to it and saw how everything on her desk was organized, which she desperately needed.
"Your weekend will start off great, Ms. Larson." Jane Anderson said. Her hair was long and straight and had a shiny brown color to it. When Sienna had first met her, Jane's hair was short and disheveled. Sienna had learned that her drug-addicted parents made it difficult for her to live a normal life. Once Sienna stepped in, Jane Anderson was one of the brightest and most beautiful of her students at the school.
"Ms. Larson," Claudia Perez called out. She was easy to spot because of her curly black hair. "Don't you see the black envelope, Ms. Larson?"
The golden seal was the first thing that she saw on the black envelope. It sat on top of the manila colored folders. A hint of swelling in her eyes made it harder for Sienna to feign indifference. It was the kind of black that was similar to her favorite Chinese restaurant, the Black Lotus. She opened it briskly and saw that a card was full of signatures from her students. In the center was an invitation to the restaurant, saying that all of her students would like to have dinner with their instructor.
"Guys...." She couldn't hold her tears back any longer."Guys... this is too much." Tears came streaming out of her eyes. She closed them in a desperate attempt to contain her emotions. She was suddenly embraced by many arms. Sienna opened her eyes and saw that she was surrounded by her entire class.
"So is it a date then?" Deandre asked. He was on one side of Sienna, hugging her as if he was trying to absorb the pain that she was going through. She was only able to respond with a sob.
"You know how much I hate Chinese food, Ms. Larson. But this is how much I love you," Claudia Perez said.
"Guys I don't know what to say," Sienna said, in between sniffles. She could feel several of her students’ heads resting on her back and shoulders.
"Just say you'll be there," Maria said with her head resting on one shoulder.
"Of course," Sienna said, trying somehow to return one big hug back to her students.
"It's a date, guys!" Tyler declared to the rest of the class.
"It's a date," Sienna said softly.
She embraced her students, with thanks.
.:.
It didn’t matter where he woke up, be it a leather sofa or on a pile of leaves. He was comfortable. He loved watching the morning sun show itself even when he was stiff from spending the night on a stone park bench. He stared at the sun for a while, feeling confused, and then he realized — he wasn’t watching the sun rise. He was was watching the sun set.
“The Whorehouse from last night!” he recalled.
After walking along the streets all night after leaving the building, he remembered wandering into a park filled with trees and a pond.
“Wealth lies within the heart!” he muttered to himself — it was a line that Mags had shared with him. “Boy, she was something different.”
He stood up from the bench and made his way out of the park. A clear plan was formulating in his mind. He was walking with purpose now that Mags had helped him sort out a few of his priorities.
He came across a woman who was jogging. He knew right away that she was a prim and proper woman, or, at least, that’s what she wanted to present herself as. He could tell because of her pink sports bra and black yoga pants.
As he had judged her, she had also judged him. She gave a loud gasp once she saw him and ran quicker to gain distance from him. He knew that it had been days since he had a change of clothes. When a man wandered for days, basic hygienic tasks began to lose importance.
He found a restroom close by and decided to wash up before he scared away anyone else. The mirrors in restrooms were filthy and had graffiti, but he was still able to see what had scared away the woman. His shirt was drenched in blood; it started from the collar area and then spread downwards. His chin was also covered with dry blood, as well as his nails. He tore off his shirt and splashed water onto his face — rubbing furiously at his chin.
“How in the world did I turn into a bloody mess?” he thought. “Last thing I remember was walking into the park, but I don’t recall falling asleep.”
Nothing came to mind.
"Excuse me, sir,” came a voice from behind his shoulder.
He kept the water running in hopes that the bloodied sink would go back to its proper white color.
“Are you carrying any kind of ID?” Through the scratched up reflection, he could see that the speaker was a short Asian man wearing a park security uniform.
“What's this about?" He asked the security guard knowing full well what it was about.
"There was a report of a suspicious homeless looking man, and I’m just here to check on things.”
The security guard’s eyes were looking towards the direction of where the bloodied shirt was thrown.
Aside from the water still running, the restroom became deathly silent. The security guard had decided that he was approaching a heightened threat situation. The security guard drew his gun and pointed it at the haggard looking man.
“Look, man,” he began, trying to calm the guard down. “As much as I would like to cooperate, I can’t go with you; it wouldn’t work out for you in the long run. So what do you say we just pretend that you didn’t find anything here.” He raised his hands up to the roof though he knew how this situation would pan out.
“Turn around and keep your hands up in the air!” There was a tremble in the security guard’s voice. His voice became shakier when he spoke into his radio. After he had notified headquarters, he pulled out his handcuffs while still pointing the gun, quivering at his suspect.
“I don’t want to do this,” said the homeless man, “Just say I got away….”
“Shut the fuck up!”
When he sensed that the security guard was within distance, the haggard man rammed his elbow down into the Asian man’s face. A loud deafening shot rang in the bathroom. When he turned around the security guard was on the floor.
“Damn it.” He hissed to himself. He exited the building and made his way through the trees of the park.
He jumped over a fence and found himself in an alley littered with garbage. There was an old homeless man sitting behind a dumpster, who held out his hand for alms.
“Not right now, Old Man,” he said, reaching into his pockets to show that there was nothing to pull out.
“I recognize you.” The old homeless man said. “Was it crystal meth or heroin that brought you to this?” The man was genuinely concerned.
There was no time to answer. Even if there was, he would not think about the past. He gave the homeless man a farewell look and sprinted away as police sirens drew closer.
“Hope everything works out for you,” the homeless man called out. “Here! You might want to put this over your shoulders. It’s gonna rain today. I’m sure you’ll compensate me well in the future. I ain’t going nowhere.”
Coming back, if only for a moment, the man caught an old trench coat that was offered by the man from behind the dumpster.
“Thanks,” he replied, grudgingly.
He didn’t want to think about his identity, but he knew he needed a trench coat. After all, a man couldn’t be walking around the streets without a shirt on.
Then, someone caught his eye — a woman wearing a red coat was surrounded by young adults. Each young adult was taking turns giving the woman a hug. The sirens grew louder, but he couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the woman. She was hugging each of the younger people dearly.
He watched the group until they had all departed, leaving the curvaceous woman standing by herself. She seemed too aware of the fact that she was alone. The urge to say something to her was strong. In a different life, he would have simply approached her and initiated a conversation.
As if she sensed that she was being watched, her head turned to return the stare that he had been sending her way. They locked eyes for a minute as the police sirens grew loud.
“Such incredible eye contact,” he thought. “She really sees me.”
Her stare promised the same kind of inner salvation that Mags had offered. Transfixed in her gaze, he walked towards her. Words were forming in his mouth when he was suddenly disturbed by a loud commanding voice.
“Freeze! Don’t you fucking move!” said a cop that was accompanied by a supporting officer. “Get the fuck away from her.”
He raised his hands up to the air. He looked up at the darkening sky. It began to rain, and he looked back at the woman who did not seem to blink. Several other cop cars arrived.
“Tsk, tsk, brother. Always letting a woman get the best of you," a voice said that he hadn’t heard in several years — a voice that he wished he didn’t have to hear for the rest of his life.
Boots, made of top quality material, stepped closer to his position.
“Marcel,” the haggard man said, bitterly. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t pound your face in.”
“Still letting emotion override logic, huh, Markie?” the newcomer replied. “Well for starters you will get shot and it's lights out for you…. And god damn do you look like shit.”
“Shut the fuck up,” the haggard man replied in disgust.
“You’re a Moriarty,” the man continued. “Doesn’t do your family name well to have you walking around, looking like a god-damn street clown. When was the last time you combed your hair?”
In comparison, the man named Marcel looked the opposite of his haggard brother. He held a black ivory cane in one hand. Mark knew it wasn’t for walking assistance. His hair was slicked back and held the same shine as the cane.
“How’d you find me?” Mark asked in a growl.
“I spoke with the right people. Took longer than I thought, considering you're the twin brother of the CEO of Effico Industries," Marcel offered, casually.
It seemed as if the rain wasn't hitting Marcel at all, while Markie, the woman in red, and the cops were getting soaked.
Mark turned his attention back to the woman in red. She hadn't moved a single step. The urge to speak to her remained strong. Something had to be said, but Mark wasn't able to come up with the words. He was only able to stare.
"I would tell them to let you go, but seeing as how you have no self-control, I'm going to let you spend the night in jail," Marcel said, breaking Mark's trance.
Marcel’s attention turned immediately to the woman in red.
”You look like you need a ride,” he offered with a slick grin.
”I'm fine, thanks." the woman replied, shaking her head.
Mark felt his hands forced together and then hooked into some handcuffs. He maintained eye contact with the woman as he was being arrested. He noted that the front of the restaurant had a sign which said, “The Black Lotus.” He was pushed into the car, which for a brief moment broke his gaze from the woman. The car door slammed shut, obscuring his view of the window that was full of water droplets. His brother persisted in his gentleman’s game as Mark was escorted to the police station.
.:.
Within a moment’s separation from Mark, she was sitting on plush leather seats with Marcel. The inside of the car was a natural car smell and was one that Sienna found pleasant. She couldn't see the driver as her view to the front was blocked by a tinted black window. He and Marcel sat in back, and she felt heavily embarrassed given that her shirt was soaked wet.
“You'll have to excuse my brother. He can be a knucklehead at times.” Marcel broke the silence.
His eyes were fixed on her in the same manner as his twin, except that Marcel demonstrated more control. He lifted his cane to tap the roof of the car. A platform emerged from the upholstery above, and a bottle of scotch, of a brand that Sienna had only heard of, but never tasted, appeared.
"Seeing a long separated sibling can raise so many emotions,” Marcel confided. “Especially when they look like shit.”
She didn’t know how to respond.
“A drink should help. How about you, want one?" He asked raising an empty glass in her direction.
"Yes," was all she could think to reply.
Sienna was never much of a drinker, but Marcel seemed like the kind of man where the word 'no' shouldn't be in your vocabulary. Two glasses were filled in no time, and within moments, she felt the warmth of the liquor in her body. The rush increased in potency, though the drink had gone down smooth.
"So you two are twin brothers?" she asked, trying not to sound too nosey.
“Yeah,” Marcel replied. “If he cleaned up, it would be more obvious, but yeah, flesh and blood. Heir, or was heir, to a trillion dollar corporation,” he said taking a hard gulp from his glass. "He said he needed to find himself and go on some spiritual journey or some shit like that.”
Marcel took another gulp from his glass, obviously finding distaste in his brother’s decisions.
The more she looked at Marcel, the more she could see that he and the disheveled looking man were brothers. He was just as handsome as his brother that was sitting before her. All he needed was a bath, clean clothes, and a haircut. There was just something about him that made her forget her pain. At first glance, she only saw a homeless man. After that initial glance, she found herself captivated. She could tell that he was something more — she sensed something primal within him, some secret that she felt an urge to discover.
"My dad had a thing for a french woman so it was no surprise that he would marry one,” Marcel said. "It didn't last long, but he didn't want us growing up without knowing our mother.”
Marcel took another drink.
“We took turns staying in Paris. As you could tell, I was the first one to stay with Mom. Markie stayed with Dad in Chicago. It was an interesting experience, being aware that you have a brother but seldom being able to see him. No wonder there’s a fair amount of tension between us.”
After taking yet another swig, he poured himself another glass.
Sienna took another sip. All she could think about was Mark. The desire was so strong that it seeped out into her words. As if to muster up the courage to ask him, she took a much longer sip.
"How long are you going to leave him in jail?" Sienna asked, hoping that her voice didn't crack.
"Just for the night. They did say he was covered in blood, like he bit into an animal or something. I wouldn't be surprised if that fucker has rabies. He's always getting into trouble,” Marcel said, bitterly.
"With the law?” she asked.
"Not so much. They found him once out in the woods. All scratched up with these dead wolves and his dead dogs around him. If it weren't for his dogs, he would be dead. They were two German Shepherds that were loyal and obedient as fuck.”
Marcel took a drink and then continued. "He had an ax for chopping wood. That's how he killed three of them. They found a knife in one of their throats, but those wolves fucked him up good."
The inside of the Lincoln was quiet save for the car humming. Sienna felt more comfortable than usual. She let herself relax in the luxurious leather seats. She looked back at him and saw that he was staring. She saw buildings that indicated she was close to home.
"So tell me a little about yourself,” Marcel said. “Maybe that will explain why Markie stopped running.”
He took another gulp, and Sienna noticed that the effects of the scotch were beginning to show.
“Well,” she began, “I'm a teacher. I teach English to students that are gifted and to some that are not so gifted. Usually, I am up to the task of helping out the disadvantaged but lately…."
The thought of her broken engagement crept back up on her, and depression set in once more.
“Lately, things took a wrong turn for me,” she said, finishing her glass of scotch.
"I see." Marcel said quietly. He scooted closer to her, causing her to notice that there was much less space than usual.
"But my students are helping me," she said, trying to keep the conversation going. "They remind me that I am loved, and that my engagement ending does not mean that it’s the end of the world for me."
Marcel nodded his head in silence. "Husband-to-be left you at the alter huh. That sucks. Well, marriage is a shitty deal anyways. Trust me, sweetheart. It never works for long." Marcel emptied his glass for the third time. For a moment, he pondered something deeply and then poured himself another glass of scotch. He took in a deep breath and then exhaled.
“So it really has been a while huh?” Sienna asked.
“Huh?”
“That you’ve seen your brother.”
“Fuck yeah. Three or four years. It was a real bitch having to run the company by myself. I sure could’ve used his help.”
The car halted. They were in front of Sienna’s apartment complex. Sienna had really enjoyed listening to Marcel talk about his past. It was nice for her to feel something of a connection.
“Well, it was nice talking to you… uh….”
“Sienna,” she said, extending her hand.
“Sienna. Right. Well, take care.” He gave her a quick handshake. The door swiftly opened, and the scent of rain wafted in, which Sienna found to be a pleasant smell.
She climbed out of the car, and she saw a middle aged man in black wearing a driver’s hat holding the car door open.
“By the way,” Marcel called out from the car, “my brother is a real go-getter. When I say he doesn’t give a fuck, I really mean it. You’ll be seeing him soon.” Then the driver shut the door. When he got into to the car, the black Lincoln Town car drove away.
“I highly doubt that,” she said to herself. Then she walked upstairs to her apartment as quickly as she could in order to escape the rain.
.:.
He paced around the cell block. He didn’t do drugs anymore, and he didn’t remember drinking anything the night before. There was a strong feeling of elation, but it was a natural feeling. There was nothing hazy about his memory up until he got to the park. There were no other memories to be recalled until he woke up on the park bench.
“What the fuck did Mags do to me?!” he shouted, pounding his fist into the wall of the holding cell.
He knew she had something to do with it, but if there was maliciousness in her intent, he felt like he would have sensed it.
"When I get out of here, I’m going to fuck some shit up," he thought to himself. His anger was seething. He felt a surge of strength course throughout his body. Back at the Black Lotus, he remembered feeling like he could take on the whole group of cops and whisk the woman in red away to some secluded location.
The woman stayed in his mind, and his anger dissipated. Keeping the woman in mind brought him a sense of serenity.
“I have to find her and just… know her,” he reminded himself.
He knew that meeting her would bring him some degree of peace, in spite of the chaos present in his own mind.
“I have to get out of here!”
The cell he was in was spacious but had plenty of people in it. Some for drunken behavior, some for possession of narcotics, and some for violence. Mark knew what kind violence these men were in for, though he couldn’t explain how he had intuited the information.
“Moriarty!” A policeman from outside the cell called. “You’re out!”
.:.
Gary was standing by the door of the Lincoln. Even though it had been years since Mark had seen Gary, the sight was welcome after spending a night in a jail cell. The evening was young, and the promise of rain was in the air.
“Gary you old fox! How are you?” Mark asked when he reached Gary.
He gave him a hug as soon he was close enough. Gary returned the hug in kind.
“Good, Markie boy. I heard you went through a rough patch., Gary said, looking over Mark to see if he had sustained any damage.
“Me? Nah. I put life itself in a rough patch. You never took me to be the kind of guy that shys away from adventure, Gary.”
“I guess not, Markie. Drop us a line next time you go off the radar. That many years going radio silent is too much for a man.”
“Yeah I know. I’ll keep in touch next time I disappear. You know that divorce fucked me up,” Mark said in a less light-hearted tone.
“I know, but I warned you that shacking up with a skinny ass for good will mess you up. I’ve seen it plenty of times with your father,” he said, his hand on Mark’s shoulder.
“I know. I should’ve listened to you. You were always the only one I could open up with,” Mark said, placing his hand on Gary’s shoulder. “So what’s up? What does my asshole brother want with me?”
“Just to clean up for now. We have a hotel suite reserved for you. We have a barber scheduled to fix that hair of yours. Jesus Christ! You really do look like shit, Markie.”
Mark laughed at that. Gary was always able to make him laugh. He was a father of sorts.
“If you say so Gary,” he said, taking a glimpse into the mirror of the Lincoln.
They were driving for a while. Mark thinking about what his next move should be. Go back to the whorehouse and find out what Mags had done to him? Or find out about that woman he was mesmerized by? He found that though their meeting was short, her scent still lingered in his memory
“Something on your mind?” Gary asked from the front.
“Yeah, but it’s something that I can’t tell you. You would think it's crazy,” Mark replied.
“Nothing could top that incident with the wolves at the mountains, Markie,” Gary replied.
“I know.” He paused. ”I’ll tell you once I get my head wrapped around it.” Mark sat back in the seat.
“Sure thing, Markie,” Gary said.
The two sat in silence for the remainder of the drive.
.:.
A knock at the door woke Sienna from her sleep. She’d had dreams that felt psychedelic and yet like something or somebody was trying to communicate with her. A building flashed in her mind. Sienna was sure that it was in a bad part of town. She wondered why she would be dreaming about such a place, but then again, she had been wondering about a lot of things lately.
Another knock at the door came, this time, a frantic knock.
“Could it be, Mark,” she wondered.
She got up to look through the door and sighed. It was Jane and Claudia, two of her students. She made her way around unpacked boxes, and dirty laundry seemed to form piles everywhere. She opened the door.
“Hey, gals. What’s going on?”
“Oh my god, Ms Larson, we heard there was an incident right by the restaurant after we left. We tried calling you, but there was no answer.” Claudia could be a little dramatic.
Sienna smiled. “I’m fine Claudia, thanks.”
“I told you,” Jane said to her classmate. “Ms. Larson is tough.”
Sienna laughed at that. She noticed she was still in her clothes from the night before. She felt embarrassed but didn’t want to dismiss the girls right away.
“Why don’t you girls come on in? You were right Claudia, there was an incident at the Black Lotus.”
The girls looked at each other in astonishment. They walked past Sienna to the living room.
After Sienna had told them the story, the girls had several questions: Did she like Mark? Was is it possible that Marcel might have a crush on Sienna? Which brother did she think was cuter — that sort of thing.
“Wow, Ms. Larson,” Jane exclaimed. “To think that if we hadn’t gone to the Black Lotus, you wouldn’t be feeling the way you are.”
“Jane, Cladia, I have you all to thank. Seriously you all keep me going,” Sienna said, feeling elated.
“You’ve helped us more than you could ever imagine,” said Claudia, standing up to embrace Sienna.
Jane joined in as well.
There was a knock at the door, and the hug broke apart. All three looked at each other with puzzled faces.
“Are we expecting any more students here?” Sienna asked.
“No. We haven’t told anybody,” Jane said, looking at Claudia who returned the same puzzled look.
“It could be one of the twin brothers, Miss Larson!” Claudia whispered with a playful smile.
“Let’s see,” Sienna said feeling nervous.
When she opened the door, she saw that it was Marcel, looking slick and handsome like before.
“My brother has done it again,” Marcel said, slightly annoyed.
“Oh?” Sienna said.
“This time, they’re not cops and it’s not at a restaurant.”
“Really?” she replied. “Where at?”
Marcel let out a deep sigh, and he saw the young students who were in the living room.
“Maybe it’s best if you just come with me right now,” he concluded. “I’d rather say this in private.”
“Ok, sure.” She spoke in a low voice. “Just let me change first.”
“I’ll be waiting outside in the car, then,” he replied.
After she took a quick shower and had gotten into a fresh set of clothes, she told the girls that they were more than welcome to stay at the apartment and to help themselves to whatever they wanted.
The old driver was waiting at the car when she made her way downstairs. She wondered what could prompt a man of such wealth to share a moment with her for the second time.
She got into the car and sat next to Marcel Moriarty.
“He’s at a whorehouse,” he said. “For some reason, he needs both of us to be at a whorehouse where there’s hookers, drug addicts, and other kinds of degenerates. Have you heard of the Velvet Dime before?”
“Yeah. I hear rich people go there….” Sienna said.
“I said ‘other types of degenerates’ did I. Well, he told me that he needed both of us to finish his ‘spiritual quest.’ I’m only going because he promised that he will come back and help run the business.”
“Sounds like a deal. What could go wrong?” Sienna asked.
“A lot. Ville Vitaly is in town today and one of his favorite places is… well, you guessed it…. He’s a big asshole and so are his goons. They’re always starting shit at the clubs and always fucking up shit for everybody else.”
Sienna had never been around that kind of scene before. The idea of being around Russian Mobsters excited her. Anything was better than staying home on a Saturday, depressed and wondering why her life had become such a failure.
“Glad to see you’re excited,” Marcel said, after noticing her smile. “These assholes are always armed with automatics.”
Sienna couldn’t help but laugh.
.:.
It was a long drive across town. Sienna had noticed the further she drove, the more she noticed that buildings and the area in general decreased in quality. Roads were filled with potholes, street signs were filled with graffiti. She saw vagrants wandering around the area.
“How could I have not known that Mark wasn’t really a homeless person,” she thought. “No way I would be attracted to a homeless person, why now?”
The Velvet Dime Whorehouse looked exactly the way it did in her dream. Its neon signs and the ejaculating penis was what probably gave her dream a psychedelic feel. There were two armed men at the door who looked like secret service agents. They wore black sunglasses, and their weapons were difficult to conceal.
“Are these the assholes?” Sienna asked while staring out through her window.
“Yup, and plenty more inside,” Marcel said. “Gary, you strapped?”
The window rolled down with Gary already looking over his shoulder. He was a holding a automatic that looked like it belonged to a SWAT team.
“Always,” he said.
“Gary was a badass back in the day. Isn’t that right Gary?”
“If you say so,” Gary replied while stepping out of the driver seat.
The door opened on Sienna’s side, and she made her way out. As the three were making their way to the front door, two tall identical blondes walked out of the door and descended the steps. Both had their hair pulled tightly back as if they were coming out of a photoshoot. They both wore plush white fur coats and a band around their heads with a flower on them that made them look like angels. However, their faces were full of disgust.
“Well if it isn’t the Bloom twins. Lily and Daisy. How goes it, ladies? Vitaly being an ass today?” Marcel asked.
The twins face brightened up when they recognized Marcel. They hugged him simultaneously, and then kissed him on both of cheeks.
“Ass would be an understatement,” one of them said.
As Sienna looked closer, she saw that the woman who’d spoken first had a flower that resembled a lily on her band.
The other, with the daisy, said, “It’s like he brought his entire his entire organization to Velvet Dime! His goons are getting out of control, so Mags ordered all the girls to leave until ‘things settle down.’”
“Things will settle down, ladies,” Marcel said with a smirk.
“We know,” said Lily with a smile. “Drop by at our place. We’ll consider it a social visit.”
They gave Marcel another simultaneous kiss and walked off. When there was plenty of distance between them, Sienna asked, “Friends of yours?”
“How else would I know about the Velvet Dime’s clientele?” Marcel asked. He continued walking to the door. Gary followed and Sienna brought up the rear.
They were met by the Russian bodyguards who were standing by the door as if they were employees of the establishment.
“Piss off. Private party,” one of them said in a Russian accent while revealing an automatic weapon that was underneath his jacket. Gary and Sienna had stopped while Marcel kept walking.
“Hey, dum-dum,” the other bodyguard called in a much thicker accent. “Private Party. Means walk the other way or you’ll sleep forever.” He uncovered his gun completely, knowing that Marcel wasn’t going to stop.
Sienna wasn’t sure if she imagined it or not, but when one of them started shooting, Marcel leaped at the gunman and grabbed him by the throat. She could’ve sworn that the bullets had hit him in the torso. Marcel somehow ended up behind the gunman and dug his hands into the Russian’s throat. Blood oozed out from where his fingers were digging into the man’s flesh. Marcel tore the man’s throat apart, exposing the neck bone. The other pointed his gun at him at him, trembling, not sure what to do.
In a voice that sounded more unnaturally grizzly, Marcel said, “Tell Vitaly to get his men out of here, or they’ll end up like your friend here.” He shook the dead man like a rag doll. Marcel lifted him up from the ground and then dropped him. The Russian was still shaking his gun at him but showed no sign that he would comply. He squeezed the trigger and a spurt of gun shots followed. Sienna saw clearly that Marcel was hit by the bullets. Blood splashed out, but it did not slow Marcel’s reaction. He made his way behind the Russian the same as the other gunman. An animalistic hand popped out from the Russian’s chest. He was lifted off the ground, gasping and dying, and then dropped as Marcel slid his hand out.
When Marcel turned around, his face was not his own. The first thing she saw were his eyes, they were a kind of yellow that one could see in the dark. His ears were slightly pointed like the kind you would see on a wolf. He was breathing heavily, looking into Sienna’s eyes as if she were next. Because of the distance, Sienna wasn’t sure if she saw fangs or not.
A light drizzle of rain fell after a soft rumble of thunder. Sienna looked to Gary, who’s face was stoic despite the carnage that just took place.
“What’s going on here?” Sienna asked, trembling.
“A gift from Markie. Remember when Marcel told you about that incident at the mountains, well, this is the result.” Gary replied. “It probably has to do with the fact they are twins. That even though they are miles apart, they share everything.”
Marcel resumed his normal form.
He laughed, observing Sienna’s terrified look. He took a couple of steps toward her. She recoiled and Marcel laughed even harder.
“Well, you said you didn’t want to feel dull didn’t you?”
“Don’t be an ass, Marcel,” Gary said.
“Just dicking around. Don’t tell me you feel like running back home do you?” He was fully human, other than his yellow eyes.
She noticed how both of his shoes were torn at the front. “Yeah, that’s what sucks about turning into a wolf; it fucks up your clothes pretty bad.”
The entrance opened, and out came two more Russian goons with their guns drawn. Gary quickly brandished his own and blasted his shotgun. Sienna dropped to the floor for safety as Gary continued to fire. The bullets hit Marcel who was calm at the shoot out. Once the Russians were dead, Gary picked her up by the shoulders and she was taken to the entrance along with Marcel who was in partial wolf form.
“Stay out here with her, Gary. Looks like I’m gonna have to clean house,” Marcel said in a demonic voice.
Sienna saw that his hands were monstrously bigger than before. Each fingertip had a sharp claw that looked deadly to touch.
Sienna watched as Marcel transformed into a wolf. His mouth formed into a snout, and his teeth appeared sharp enough to bite a man’s head off. His legs formed into hind quarters and his hands formed into giant paws. His clothes ripped off as he grew into an animal that was the size of a horse. Grey fur covered his body, and when he was on all fours, he let out a deafening a howl. He snarled at both Sienna and Gary, then barged through the entrance of the Velvet Dime.
Sienna heard what sounded like cursing in Russian. Gary pulled her down for safety as gun shots rang throughout the building. Shards of glass fell on them as gunfire blasted through windows in the rooms above. There were cries of agony as Sienna heard flesh being ripped apart amid the vicious sounds of Marcel. An object thumped to the ground when the gunshots subsided. She wish that it had traveled farther and gagged; it was a severed arm.
More gunfire and cries of agony were heard until all fell into silence. Sienna looked to Gary as if he might know what had happened.
“The coast is clear,” he declared.
He stood up with his shotgun ready and stuck his out to have a look inside. He looked back at Sienna over his shoulder. He nodded. Sienna stood up and walked until she was behind Gary.
“How does it look in there?” Sienna asked in a whisper.
“You might want to keep your eyes closed,” Gary said in a normal voice.
She regretted not heeding Gary’s advice when she walked in; it was one thing to hear a massacre take place, it was another to see the result. There were limbs everywhere. Blood on the walls, ceiling, and counters. The Velvet Dime was a seedy looking place to begin with, but looking at dead men with horror frozen on their face gave Sienna a queasy feeling. Blood dripped from the ceiling, nearly grazing Sienna’s nose. She wanted to scream in horror, but at the same time, she wanted to see how far the madness would go.
A door swung open, and it was Marcel in human form wearing only the blood of the dead Russian mobsters. Muscles bulged from all around his body, his chest barreled and his abs appeared hard to the touch.
“He looks like some terrible god,” Sienna thought.
Fear was no longer in her, now it was... desire? Averting her eyes from his swinging member was futile. It had been a long time since she felt a masculine touch. His giant balls hung low, grazing his muscled thigh.
“What?” Marcel said amusingly. “You act like you haven’t seen a dick before.”
“Why don’t we just get this over with huh Marcel,” Gary said annoyed.
“We are,” said Marcel with a wolfish grin, his yellow eyes piercing into Sienna. “What I notice is, the less sex I have, the more my “gift” is diminished.”
Sienna felt a flutter in her chest. She didn’t know what to say. Would a billionaire like him want her? She imagined all of those skinny supermodels that Marcel had slept with. All of those clones of her dense skinny co-worker Rhonda who was getting married, vying for the attention of the most handsome and most powerful men in the world.
“What would he want with a cow like me?” she thought.
“I don’t want to take any more chances with these Russian mobsters. Who knows how many he’s got on the way.” Marcel looked around at the bloody mess he’d made. “I don’t know how many more bullets I can take right now. After my strength is replenished, sky’s the limit.”
“Markie’s upstairs. We don’t have time for this shit,” Gary said, slipping a couple of shells into his shotgun and cocking it. "I think she's a little too frightened for that right now."
A tingle of excitement coursed through her body. The more she let her sight drift to his giant cock the more her heart raced.
"She’s game," Marcel said, whose shoulders appeared to be hulking with muscle by the minute. "They're always game."
Knowing that her yearning was exposed, she tried to throw Marcel off.
"You're a mess. And where do you suppose we get you 'invigorated?" Sienna asked, trying to appear sly.
"We're in a brothel. A brothel that used to be a five-star hotel," Marcel said flatly.
She felt embarrassed, but the feeling quickly eroded when he turned around and exposed his hard ass.
"I'm going to clear the first floor. It'll take a minute. Go to the room at the end of the hall. You'll see double doors with flowers on each one; that’s the Bloom Sisters Room.”
The elevator doors opened in front of him. Sienna failed once again to avert her eyes when he turned around.
Marcel grinned. "I'll be in the shower."
The elevator doors closed and it hummed its way up. Sienna imagined how Marcel’s monstrous cock would feel inside of her. She felt her heart racing and her breathing was heavy. She stood there imagining being taken by this real man, with his hands all over her body, until she heard Gary cock his shotgun.
"We have to stay vigilant." He searched around the lobby and looked out the window. "Get behind the counter and wait until I tell you to go. These Russians do not give a fuck about their own men. They'll just shoot this floor up if they see any sign of movement in here."
Sienna briskly went behind the counter. Thankfully there was no dead body there or any kind mess. She crouched behind the counter. In the shelves were some papers, a tazer, and a small pistol.
“I found a gun,” she told Gary, who joined her.
A couple of muffled gunshots were heard, but there was no more after that.
“Keep it. I’m sure you’ve never fired a gun before. That one’s the perfect one for beginners.” He pulled the hammer back. “This is what you’re supposed to do before you shoot it, got it.” He looked to make sure she was paying attention.
“Got it,” she said quietly.
They let another minute pass. It was just silence between her and Gary. His face was stern and ready for any kind of surprise. The black driver suit made him look more like an old spy agent in Sienna’s eyes. She admired the composure that he kept in the midst of the shootout.
“Okay,” he said. “You could go now. There shouldn’t be anybody up there. If there was, Marcel would’ve sniffed him out.” He pushed the button to the elevator door open and gestured for her to walk in. “Keep your gun ready. Remember to pull the hammer back or you’re dead.”
When she stepped in, Gary pushed the elevator button. For a brief moment, he seemed like one of those old dignified people that were proud to do their job.
The elevator doors closed and they hummed. Sienna held her gun in her red coat while listening for more gun shots. The humming of the elevator stopped. Sienna expected to see bodies everywhere, like she’d seen in the lobby but no, it was clean. The decor of the hallway was black and white.
“This is where the high-end clients party…. There must be another side for dopers and degenerates,” she thought.
She walked all the way to the back of the hall like Marcel instructed. She still had her hand in her coat and was ready for anything.
She got to the double doors with the flowers on them. She opened the door, and she heard the shower going just like Marcel promised. It had the decorations that matched the Bloom twins. Flowers of all types of colors were painted on the walls. There was a king size bed with a comforter that was made of velvet. The dressers were made of mahogany, and there wwas a full bar made of the same a material with high-end liquor bottles.
“So are you coming or what?” It was Marcel’s voice, coming from the washroom that was letting out vast amounts of steam.
She tightened up her coat.
“What am I thinking? I’m about to have sex with this animal thing person, a person who I don’t even know.”
“Sienna, don’t be shy,” he said. “You’re not coming in with that coat are you?”
“Oh fuck it,” she decided.
She unbuttoned her coat and let it drop to the floor. She had forgotten that she wore jeans that didn’t fit as tight and her red sweater felt smaller. Back at her apartment, she’d put them on in haste as she didn’t want to keep Marcel waiting, but now that she was self conscious, she worried about how her naked body might be received. She took her tennis shoes off, then her socks, and then walked into the steam of the bathroom.
“You show promise,” Marcel said over the shower running. “So that’s what you’ve been hiding underneath that coat of yours.”
She found it hard to locate him. The bathroom was filled with steam.
“I don’t know if I’m up to the task,” Sienna said, feeling a tinge of nervousness.
She hugged herself as if she were already naked. The thought of competing against women that looked like Daisy and Lily made her feel insecure. Toward the back of the washroom, she made out a human figure rubbing his hands over his face and then making its way towards her.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said when he made himself completely visible from the steam. His swinging dick was the first thing she saw. He was inches away from her now. His breath grazing against her face made her heart beat faster. “I’m actually looking forward to this,” Marcel said, grabbing Sienna’s chin lightly.
Sienna looked into his eyes, they had a hue of yellow in them. She stared at them, waiting to see if the color made itself more pronounced. Without pretense, Marcel closed his mouth onto hers. She placed her hands on his lower back, which was hard with muscle. His mouth working on hers was exactly what she needed. She felt his stubble for a moment when he worked his tongue against hers. She responded in kind with her tongue massaging against his.
He pulled back for a moment to let her catch her breath. Her head was swimming with all sorts of lovely thoughts. She was starting to feel the heat in the bathroom. She started to remove her sweater, but then Marcel put his hands on her to stop her.
“Let me handle that,” he said in a smooth voice. He leaned in close to her ear, to where she could feel his breath when he spoke. “Close your eyes,” he said softly.
She heard the sound of fabric ripping the second she closed her eyes. She opened them and saw that her sweater was torn down the center. Her breasts were exposed, but she didn’t think anything of it. He then turned her around and kneeled. Strong hands dug deep inside her pants. They ripped apart when he brought his hands down. It was just her underwear that she had on. She was eager for them to be removed. She was wet and ready to be ravished by Marcel.
He pulled her underwear down to the floor. She took one foot out of her underwear and then the other. When he was done, he stood back for a moment, and he took her by the hand to lead her into the shower.
She let the warm water cascade on her body first, and then opened her eyes. His cock was the first thing she saw again, but this time she did not look away. She kept her eyes fixated on his dick until she kneeled down to put him in her mouth. His erection came instantly, transforming from a flaccid meaty penis, into a throbbing, veiny dick. She made him slide all the way down her throat, and slid back up until her lips were wrapped around the head of his cock.
She looked up and saw that he was silently groaning in pleasure. She continued to suck his dick without pause. Sienna bobbed her head up and down. There were times when Marcel would let a loud groan escape from him. His hand gripped the back of her head as she rammed his cock down her throat several times more.
His dick was a monstrous size, and she was surprised that she was able to get most of it inside of her throat. He set his hand down to motion for her to stop. “We gotta keep this short,” he said.
She stood up, and she turned around to face the marble wall of the shower space.
“Don’t make it too quick,” Sienna said, looking over her shoulder while Marcel aligned himself to enter her.
He responded in silence. He fitted himself into her and then rammed himself all the way in. Sienna gasped. She was unprepared to be filled up everywhere inside. Marcel took up all the space that was available in her cunt. Her inner slick folds were stimulated and felt every vein as he rammed his body against her. His hand shoved her head against the wall. He pumped himself inside of her, the water made the sound of the flesh slapping even louder.
Sienna moaned deeply, her head overloaded with pleasure as she felt him the way a woman was truly supposed to feel a man. He rammed himself faster and faster, his hand tightened around a lock of her hair.
“I’m going to cum inside of you,” he said with his mouth close to her ear. He pumped himself more and more as he pulled her head back. She felt her muscles contract as he took in heavy breaths. His chin rested on her shoulder for a moment, letting the water from the showerhead fall on them. They were statues made of flesh that was left in the rain.
Sienna felt Marcel separate himself from her.
“My brother is still up there,” he said in a hurried manner.
He walked out of the bathroom. Sienna was still dazed, wondering what just happened. The she thought it didn’t matter, if Marcel was worried then she should be too. She was still leaning on the wall in the same way that Marcel had just fucked her. She felt his seed trickle out a little.
“What are we gonna do?” she asked in a husky voice.
She peeled herself off of the wall and went into the room.
Marcel was already putting on clothes. She was about to ask where he got them from and saw that it was the suit that matched what the Russian mobsters were wearing. She watched him button the white shirt and do the black tie. Even though he got his clothes from a dead man, Sienna found it sexy to watch him groom himself. She felt his cum trickle out of her some more.
“In case you’re wondering, no, I did not kill this guy. I only knocked him out. Like I’m going to get blood all over my clothes.” He found some product on the Bloom sister’s dresser, and he slicked his hair back. He sat on the bed to put on socks. That was when Sienna realized that she was still naked.
“Where do I get clothes from? These girls are twigs compared to me.” She looked through their closet.
“It’s not that much of a difference. Relax. You’ll find something,” Marcel said.
She found a dress that she could squeeze into. It was a one piece dress that looked much larger than the rest. It looked like a dress for drinking wine on Sundays with flower prints.
“Why would they have this?” she asked.
“Who fucking cares, woman. Just put something on. This place is crawling with armed men. Do you think it matters?” Marcel was annoyed as time was of the essence for him.
“Why did I have to ask something stupid like that?” I should’ve stayed quiet, now I’ve made him angry,” she thought.
The dress turned out to be a perfect fit, and some high heels dropped by her feet.
“Put those on now, we’re losing timem” Marcel said, standing up. He now looked like a celebrity, with his hair pull back and the black suit that he was wearing. He walked out the door without a saying a word while leaving Sienna by herself, struggling to fit her feet into her heels. She hopped on her foot to fit it in and went to the door.
“Wait!” She called out when she saw him already in the elevator, looking like he was about to push the button for the door to close.
She ran down the hall looking insecure and attached. His face was indifferent as he saw her. The elevator doors began to close in what seemed like slow motion.
“Eighteenth floor,” he said right before the doors closed.
She was too much out of breath to speak again. After she was done panting and breathing, she ambled towards the elevator.
“Was this a mistake? Should I just say fuck it and leave? What about Mark?” His face loomed in her mind. It was an intense moment for her when they locked eyes like they just knew. It was an intense moment indeed, more intense than what she just had with Marcel, that was for sure. They were twin brothers, but Mark seemed different from his brother, in fact, better.
.:.
“You found what you were looking for, didn’t you Mark?” Mags asked.
She sat naked with no jewels or piercings of any kind. She was unfazed by Mark’s agitation.
“Then what’s going on with me? Why do I feel the way I feel.” He was angry. He knew what would happen if he became angry.
“Did you really think I could undo that? You saw your life, didn’t you? You saw that you were going to find peace. You still will ,but I’m going to need a favor.” Mags crossed her legs.
He couldn’t help but notice how magnificent she looked.
“You said that you weren’t going to charge me,” Mark said taking a couple steps forwards.
“It really won’t cost you anything. You’ll see what I mean in about ten seconds. Turn around and watch the door.”
When he turned around the door behind him opened. Three men walked in with semi-automatic weapons already pointed. Then a bald man who wasn't carrying anything in his hands walked in. He wore a silver colored suit with a white tie. He was a man in his forties that had the walk of a fighter.
"What the fuck is this shit," he said in a Russian accent. The three men had stopped while the bald man kept walking toward Mags. "I pay good man money for my men to fuck these whores, and they end up getting killed. What the fuck is this shit, huh?" He walked past Mark and stopped a couple of paces away from Mags.
"This is a business, Vitaly," Mags said with control. "If my girls get hurt, then they look like shit. If they look like shit, then nobody wants to fuck them. If nobody wants to fuck them, then no one will want to spend money.”
Her eyes were set into Vitaly's as if she were a statue.
"My men like to do the rough shit, so what?" Vitaly shrugged. "I want to be compensated, right fucking now." He pointed his finger down.
It seemed as if he wanted money at that spot.
Mags looked past Vitaly and then at Mark. "Take care of it," she said.
"I don't want to, that is not me," Mark said.
"Of course it is," Mags replied. "More like it's a part of you, and if you accept that, then you'll find peace."
"Hey, don't ignore me bitch," Vitaly said. "I want my money now."
"Take care of it," Mags said as if Vitaly and the three gunmen weren't there. "Her name is Sienna by the way."
"What?"
"That woman, she's here. As well as Marcel and your driver. I had one of my girls call him."
She was Mags, after all.
How the woman would know about such things is a small surprise, but what he couldn’t understand was how Sienna got here. He didn’t want anything to happen to her — he couldn’t.
“Gary would take a bullet for Mark any day. As for Marcel, well fuck him.” He evaluated the situation. “For Mags….”
He didn’t want the only person that he knew deeply well to end up dead. Mark took off his black leather jacket, then his black t-shirt, and then started to undo the buckles on his belt.
“You plan to fuck me to death? What the fuck is this shit?” Vitaly asked.
The three gunmen stood still. There was a phone ringing that was coming from the pocket of Vitaly’s coat.
“What is it? What? What the fuck do yo— Hey!”
Vitaly looked down at his phone as if he didn’t know what it was. The three gunmen dialed into their own phones.
“Something about an animal tearing my men apart,” Vitaly said to Mags, and then turned his head back tp Mark who was pulling off his pant legs.
Mags stood silent.
“I think I want to see this thing. You have special kind of dog?” Vitaly asked.
Mark pulled down his trousers, which were the last thing he had on. He looked at the four Russians as if giving them a final goodbye.
“Shoot this faggot,” commanded Vitaly, and all three squeezed the trigger of their automatic weapons.
To him, it felt like he was having convulsions and hundreds of fingers were poking at him violently. He stood there naked, wearing nothing but bullet holes that were spewing blood. The gunfire had stopped but Mark stood there, turning as he scanned all three of them with his eyes. He felt himself fall back to the floor. He closed his eyes, somehow hoping that it would be the last time.
“Let’s take the bitch with us and drop her from the rooftop,” he heard Vitaly say.
Mark heard Mags grunted. She said no words as she was captive.
“Maybe not,” Mark thought, and he laid on the floor waiting for his body to transform.
.:.
“Holy fuck! What the fuck was that?” Sienna heard a Russian voice say.
There were automatic gunshots when the elevator door opened. Bodies were sprawled everywhere, with faces horrified at their final moments of death
“Marcel!” Sienna called out.
There was no answer. She heard some doors open and more gunshots. There was a roar that Sienna was certain belonged to Marcel. The small pistol she had picked up was already in her hand. She made a turn on the corner, and a pair of double doors had opened.
She saw a bald man in a silver suit with a naked woman with tan skin in his arms, and out came two more men. One of them fired into the room and then shut the door. Blood coated his white shirt.
“Your man is dead,” said the naked woman. “And you’re next.”
“Shut your cunt mouth woman,” the bald man said.
Sienna was frozen when he turned around and saw her. Her gun was in her hand.
“Let her go,” said the man that Sienna guessed to be Vitaly. “She’ll be good for distraction.”
The woman walked in front with one arm i held behind her back by Vitaly. The two gunman followed him while they kept their guns ready. When they were out of sight, Sienna turned the handle of the door and creaked it open enough to stick her head through.
She expected a horror scene when she looked. There were bullet holes around the room and a chair that was on its side.
"Are you all right?" a voice asked.
She whipped her head around. It was Mark who wore a black leather jacket and black jeans that seemed that were bought straight from a GQ magazine. His boots were a brown color that somehow complimented his black clothing.
He laughed when she turned around." Were you planning to scare me to death with that?"
She noticed that she was pointing her gun at him. The safety was still on.
"Where's my brother, and Gary?
"I don't know. I thought he would be here. Gary stayed below."
Both doors opened abruptly. Marcel looked slick and made Sienna wondered how he’d made such a mess in the hallways without getting a single drop of blood on him. He was grinning when he saw both of them.
"Oh brother, it's good to see you. Looks like you found a shower, huh." His steps were getting slower as he drew closer.
"Since when have you downgraded your wardrobe?" Mark's eyes were narrowed and were suspicious.
"Oh you know, since having to kill a bunch of trigger happy men on the fly because somebody roped me into their bullshit".
"I'm sure it was quite a mess." He turned to Sienna and eyed her up and down in the same suspicious manner. "Mags told all her girls to home. You seem... replenished for someone who did a lot of killing...."
"Mark," Marcel sighed, "If you're insinuating that I fucked your dream girl then yeah I did. It’s not like I really had to but….”
In a flash, Mark had turned into a hulking raging werewolf. It snapped at Sienna, and then darted towards Marcel who’d stayed in his human form. He stuck his hand out and dug it into the raging beast’s neck and threw him over his shoulder. The beast thrashed at his hand at Marcel while he had his foot on its neck.
“See what you caused?” Marcel said when looking up at Sienna. “If we hadn’t done the deed, then my ass would’ve been shredded to pieces.” He was straining to keep Mark under control, his muscles near failure.
“I-I’m sorry,” she stammered.
She thought about offering to leave, maybe asking Gary to take her away from the danger that she’d caused.
“It’s quite alright actually. He’s always getting into hissy fits like this actually. Though he rarely morphs.” He was straining while struggling to keep Mark under control, but the wolf Mark kept thrashing. It even tore at Marcel’s pant leg. “Mother fucker,” he groaned. “Say something,” Marcel shouted.
“Mark!” Sienna shouted at the beast, hoping that his human form would take charge. The wolf stopped and locked eyes with her for a brief moment while its neck was pinned under Marcel’s foot. Then it resumed thrashing, almost getting free from Marcel’s grip.
The doors burst open and four gunmen that Sienna’s hadn’t seen before opened fire, spraying everywhere in Mag’s room. Sienna ducked down while Marcel leaped out of the way. Mark, in his wolf form, made a giant leap towards the four gunmen. They screamed in agony while the brown wolf tore the men to pieces.
Marcel brushed himself off when he stood up. The beast was still at the doorway, turning itself to face his brother; it snarled at Marcel.
“Well brother, now’s the perfect time to get Mags isn’t it.” Marcel was back to his cool state. “Well go get her. She’s at the rooftop.”
The beast gave Sienna a ferocious snarl, and then it sprinted away. It didn’t take Sienna as long for her to compose herself as it did the last time. She also noted the differences on how the brothers transformed.
“You don’t seem as dangerous when you’re in wolf form. You seem more in… in control,” Sienna observed.
“I can transform back and forth,” Marcel replied, “Not my brother Markie though. He has to be ‘feeling it’ or some shit like that. Once he’s a wolf, he’s always a wolf until he tires out or he gets his ass beaten enough.”
“Can’t you just teach him?”
“I would, but he’s too damn emotional. He’s done all of these so called spiritual journeys. I think it just fucked him up even more. Dad taught me. If it wasn’t for dad teaching me about life at a very young age, I’d be a wreck just like Mark.”
“I think that Mags girl could help him,” Sienna said, remembering how the naked woman warned Vitaly and his men of their doom.
“I think so too,” he replied. “Let’s go help him out.”
Sienna didn’t say anything, only followed him out the door.
.:.
The elevator’s doors were ripped off. As the elevator went up, Sienna saw every single floor. She noted how the higher she went, the more abandoned the hallways looked. It was kind of depressing for her to watch.
“Courtesy of my brother,” Marcel said.
Cold air filled up the elevator as it finally made its stop. They could already hear the helicopter and gunfire.
“You might want to stay here,” Marcel said, turning around to face Sienna. The elevators made the sound of doors opening when there wasn’t any.
“Get your brother under control,” a voice commanded. It was Vitaly stepping into view with his gun aimed at Sienna.
“Back in Russia, we have a saying, ‘Don’t be a pussy.’ It’s the reason I stayed, even though I could get my ass ripped apart.”
“You have some balls, Vitaly,” Marcel said, twisting his neck and back. “Besides, it wouldn’t have made a difference. My brother would’ve fucked your helicopter up.”
“Does he think that I had already thrown off Mags? I still have her in my chopper.” Vitaly said, still pointing the gun at her.
“My brother doesn’t think, even when he’s himself. And another thing, why don’t you shoot this bitch. I don’t give a shit, my brother does.”
Sienna gasped, she looked at Marcel in disbelief. Marcel returned a look that said, “What? You didn’t think you meant shit to me, did you”
“You fucking asshole.” Vitaly laughed.
Sienna remembered Gary’s instructions. She thumbed the hammer on the pistol that was in her purse and squeezed the trigger. A loud gunshot popped from her purse. Vitaly gasped and squeezed the trigger on his own gun. The bullet appeared to hit Marcel. Sienna squeezed the trigger, pumping bullets into Vitaly until her gun was clicking. Vitaly dropped his gun and held his gut. Blood was spurting out of him. He fell forward dead.
Sienna glared at Marcel. “You fucking asshole!”
“I was saying the truth, wasn’t I?” Marcel asked. “You’re alive, aren’t you? Let’s go check on Mark, I haven’t heard any gunfire lately.”
He stepped over Vitaly’s dead body.
Sienna was exasperated, but she followed anyway. She wanted to know what had become of Mark. The helicopter began to lift itself off the ground. Marcel was no longer in front of her, but when she looked at the helicopter that was already hovering, she saw a gray figure and a brown figure flash upward at the helicopter. The brown beast punched at the windshield and ripped the glass apart. Mark, in beast form, ripped the door open and entered. There was gunfire as the helicopter spun out of control. The gray beast was in partial humanoid form, it had Mags over its shoulder, and it leaped out of the helicopter as it spiraled toward an inevitable crash. When the wolfman landed on his feet, it had turned back into Marcel. He went to Sienna and set the naked Mags down.
“Quite the adventure isn’t it,” Mags said, turning towards Sienna.
“It’s interesting,” Sienna said.
“I’ll show you something even more interesting after the fireworks, I promise,” Mags said with sly smile.
“Billionaires that turned into wolves and killed a bunch of Russian men, what could possibly be more interesting than that?” Sienna asked, a sardonic tone in her voice.
“You’ll see,” Mag’s said.
The helicopter crashed and exploded. It was deafening and burned into a bright fire. Out of the fire and ball of flame leaped Mark. He stumbled toward the three of them. The fire burned off all his hair turning him into a hairless wolfman. It slowly turned back into Markie.
Sienna realized that she was the only one who was still clothed.
“Self-conscious as well?” Mags said with a grin.
“You’re some kind of mind reader.”
“Yes and much more. I’ll show you,” Mags said, placing a hand on Sienna’s head.
Her vision suddenly changed, and all light before her eyes fell into a swirling pattern. Her eyes were filled with a vision; it was Rhonda in a white wedding dress, that heartless skinny bitch. Her groom to be was standing next to her, looking at her lovingly while Rhonda was doing the same. They were overtaken by a shadow, and the shadow turned into a tsunami that washed away the wedding and all its guests.
“I told you that I was going to show you something interesting.” Mags voice sounded like she was speaking from a mountain.
Sienna couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes, this is interesting, very interesting.” She felt giddy.
Then she returned back to earth with the two naked brothers and Mags.
“What did you show her, Mags?” Marcel asked while keeping an eye on his brother, who sat down on the floor of the rooftop with a brooding face.
“What she needed to see. And there’s something that all three of you have to do to ensure you have a great future,” Mags said. Her brown skin had a shine that could be seen in the night time.
“Us three?” Sienna said, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes, you will find true happiness once you become with child. A child that comes from one of these brothers.”
Mark raised his head. He laid back on the floor and sighed. “If that’s what has to be done, then that’s what has to be done.”
Sienna was silent. She looked at both of their cocks. Marks balls rested on the pavement, taking up a massive space. Marcel’s dick slapped against his thigh as he made his way to towards Mags. Sienna was game.
“Do we have to do it here, though? Right here on the rooftop is not what I had in mind,” Marcel complained.
Sienna saw groovy wavy lines everywhere, and then she was in a bedroom that belonged to a movie star. The dresser was made out of Mahogany wood. The bed was made out of the same kind of material. It had a comforter made out of sateen. She looked around and saw that it was just the three of them; their dicks were starting to extend.
“Don’t make me rip those clothes off again,” Marcel said.
Sienna quickly took off her clothes and immediately got down on her knees in front of Mark. Looking up at it made her quiver inside. She wrapped her hand around his cock and started pumping it furiously. Mark put his hands on her head and forced his huge cock into her mouth. Juices from her pussy trickled out from her. The feeling that she was able to take in his monstrous penis made her swell with emotion.
Mark laid on the floor on his back. The carpet was plush and easy on her knees and it made it easier for her to suck his dick. She took it out for a moment to admire the tip of his dick. She placed the tip of her tongue on the bottom of his balls, and then ran her tongue across his sack. When she reached the bottom of his scrotum, she reversed direction until she reached the tip again. He groaned as if it was the most pleasurable thing in the world.
When she put her hips up in the air she felt a strong pair of hands wrap themselves her waist. She stopped sucking for a moment to turn around to see Marcel. She turned around, back onto his brother’s cock, and sucked on it some more.
Marcel’s dick penetrated into her folds, forcing her to make a muffled moan with Mark’s dick in her mouth. Marcel slammed himself into her each time he thrusted. Sienna moaned again and had to take her mouth off of Mark’s member so she could scream as he thrusted himself into her repeatedly.
His hands tightened around her waist. He pumped himself harder into her while he let out a masculine groan of pleasure. As Sienna was panting, Mark filled her mouth again with his cock unexpectedly. She gagged but forced it down her throat anyways. From behind, Marcel forced her head all the way down on Mark’s cock until her bottom lip touched his balls. Marcel guided her back up by tugging her hair lightly.
“Mark’s turn,” Marcel said as his cock slipped out of her. She still wanted Marcel inside of her, it was too much pleasure for her not to be without. She was turned around by muscular hands until she had Marcel’s cock in her face. He tapped her face with it lightly, and then told her to open her mouth. It slid down her throat as she felt Mark’s hands guide her hips down onto Mark’s cock. Once again a muffled moan escaped her as Marcel rammed his cock down her throat. She road Mark’s cock and bounced on it while sucking on Marcel’s dick.
She felt every nook and cranny filled up by the size of Mark. He pumped himself upward while hanging on to her hips.
Mark grabbed Sienna’s hips tightly while groaning, “Oh, fuck… I’m gonna cum.”
He let out a loud groan as he let his seed fill her vagina to the brim.
She bounced on it as it gushed inside her. Marcel made her stop sucking. He made her stand up and pushed her face down on the sateen comforters. He rammed himself into her cunt. He thrusted and groaned, tightening his grip on her waist. She could feel Mark’s cum seeping out of her as she was getting rammed by Marcel’s cock.
“Oh fuck, I’m coming,” he said. She felt his monstrous gush; what remaining space was available inside of her was filled with cum — all the while, the three of them let out an animalistic groan. Sienna felt the juices that were twice as thick seep out of her. She was dazed and confused.
She kept her face down on the bed as Marcel took his cock out of her. The semen continued to flow out of her.
She stood up and saw Mark lying on the carpet and Marcel sitting on the bed. She heard a helicopter coming.
“That must be Gary,” Marcel said.
“Right on time,” Mark said.
“Right on time,” Sienna agreed. She felt both of the Moriarty’s seed trickle out from her; it was a pleasant feeling.
“So Mags said that it was going to benefit all of us, huh? Do you think she really meant that Markie?” Marcel asked, laying back down on the bed, his cock going back to its resting place.
“I never doubted Mags, the shit that she put us through, it was for a reason,” Marcel said, staring at the ceiling.
“I don’t care what happens,” Sienna said with vehemence. “I will take care of this baby no matter what.”
“And we’ll help you do it,” Marcel said, sitting back up. “Moriartys always live the best no matter what. He’s going to have a mansion with basket courts and fields to learn how to play sports. Gyms are important in learning how to harness the power of the wolf.”
“And I’ll teach him how to be a man,” Mark said. “He’ll learn that being a Moriarty is more than being a billionaire, it’s about survival. I will teach him to be a warrior like both of us.”
Sienna felt her eyes well up.
”Thank you guys,” Sienna started, “I don’t know what to say.”
“Say nothing, just be a good mom,” Marcel replied.
“I will,” Sienna promised.
The helicopter drew closer. All three of them stood up and went to the window. They watched as the helicopter landed. They stood side by side, with Sienna standing in the middle.