Chapter 2
Judson saw the gun, but he couldn’t fully register that this was really happening. These things only occurred in movies and on television shows. It really didn’t happen in real life. Fights were one thing, but guys with silencers were what made those Block Buster movies in the summer. Actors and stuntmen put on a show that gave the audience what they wanted for an hour and a half of escapism.
For the first time in his life, Judson was completely shocked and was barely able to move a single solitary muscle. He was amped up with the adrenaline rush of the moment, but that didn’t negate the fact that he was staring down the barrel of the gun. Instead of fighting, he backed away with his hands up in a kind of surrender. His life flashed before his eyes and this was one of those very telling moments in his life. He began to see how he was treating others and how his mother would feel about his behavior. He was appalled that people actually took his kind of abuse. He was even upset by his behavior towards women and how he treated them like they were only there for a one night escapade with both parties quite satisfied at the end of it.
“Don’t move and I may not kill you for being such a pain in the ass.” The man wavered, but then he saw that the police officer was reaching for his own gun in self defense. There was blood dripping from his eye. It was from the cut that had formed from the man’s head making contact with officer’s face. “I don’t have time for this. You’ve done the only thing that has never happened to me and for that you will have to pay.” Amazingly, the elevator had arrived at precisely that moment. Thankfully, there was nobody inside and this behemoth of a man backed away from Judson with his eyes narrowed and keeping a careful watch on what Judson was thinking inside of that head of his.
Samantha stood near one of the doors watching all of this and then she reached out her hand and touched Judson’s shoulder in a comforting motion. “Let him go…for god sakes let him go and let the professionals handle this. I don’t want anything to happen to you and you’ve become very important to me in a very short amount of time.” “I want to go after him myself, but I don’t think that that’s the right thing to do. I’ve never been one to play it safe, except for when it comes to relationships. I shy away from that kind of commitment, because I don’t think that a man is capable of giving his heart freely and openly. I might be wrong and I sense that Judson has changed for the better.”
“She’s right, young man. You really shouldn’t mess with a man like that. I’ve been in the military and I know how these men think. Let’s say that we have been built from the same cloth and leave it that. I don’t know who he is, but his eyes told me that he was willing to kill anybody to get at his target. I’ve already called downstairs and the guard that is there has informed me that he will be more than happy to take care of the situation. They may be rent a cops, but I know that most of the security guards have training that goes beyond just the normal prerequisite few hours on the job. Stay here and don’t move, until I come back and find out what the hell all of this is about.” Officer Mills went down the stairs, having no idea that Judson and Samantha were sharing a very knowing look.
“I know how you’re feeling; Judson and I don’t see any reason why we can’t be a fly on the wall. You’re probably thinking the same thing that I am. It’s not like anything is really stopping us.” They both took off down the stairs, but Judson was a little distracted by the open flap in Samantha’s gown. Her bare backside and the taper of her lower back was making it a little difficult to move in the condition that he found himself in. It didn’t stop him from leaping into action, but he had to find some way to cool his jets, or walking out onto the floor in the lobby would’ve been like putting a neon sign pointing towards his crotch.
Samantha stopped on the second floor to catch her breath, but unfortunately she had come to that stand still a little bit too quickly. Judson slammed into her from behind pressing her body against the door with his magnificence steed nestled in between her ass cheeks. “I really don’t think that we have time for this. I know that I’m irresistible, but this is taking things a little bit too far.” She was only teasing, but his obvious arousal was not exactly hidden anymore. “There’s a huge part of me that wants to let him unzip and take me right here in the stairwell. I’ve never felt like this before with any other man and I have to admit that it scares me in a way excites me. He’s handsome, but his attitude is one that needs major adjusting. It’s possible that he’s seeing me more than a conquest and maybe something that he could rely on in the future.”
“I didn’t mean anything by it and let’s just say that you running down the stairs didn’t exactly help matters any.” They were still standing there pressed up against each other, when the man in the surgical scrubs walked by. He didn’t even notice that they were staring at him through the window. The police had been on the lookout for him in the lobby, but he had fooled them by getting off on the second floor.
“Don’t even think about doing what I think that you’re thinking about doing. It’s too dangerous and you’ve already seen that he doesn’t take kindly to interference. I wish there was a way that we could inform the police that he’s up here and not down in the lobby where they expect him to emerge.” Amazingly, Samantha noticed that the man in question was not running in a hell bent way to get away. He was calm and collected and moved like someone from the staff. He didn’t attract attention and he was busily blending in to an environment that was more apt to show restraint in the face of danger.
“I can’t help myself. They won’t get here in time. He most likely had a plan for getting out of here.” Pulling away from Samantha was the hardest thing that he had ever had to do. He was worried that he would never see her again and that almost made him take a step back from doing something foolish. Unfortunately, he was wired a different way and his training in football had given him the courage to take things to the enemy that they wouldn’t expect. “I don’t want to worry about you, so I implore you to go down to the lobby and tell the police what is going on.” He didn’t give Samantha the chance to say anything, before going out that door and following from a discreet distance. He didn’t want to risk having that gun pulled on him again, so waiting until that opportune time was the best course of action.
Samantha wasn’t about to be denied. “I know that I should stay, but there’s absolutely no way that I can. I would feel terrible if something happened to him and that I could’ve done something to prevent it. This way, we can both put our heads in the Lions’ den and hope to god that this guy doesn’t swipe it off and take it home for a trophy. I’m sure that the police will realize that he didn’t make it to the lobby and begin a floor to floor search.” She knew that she was taking a huge risk and it was possible that she was going to make things worse.
Samantha saw down the hall that Judson had hugged his body inside a room, as the man seemed to get a sense that he was being watched. He stayed there for some time, but then he finally opened the stairwell and disappeared within.
Judson stepped lively, not making too much noise by running on the balls of its feet. He came to a stop at the door and opened it slowly. He stood there, not even aware that Samantha was staring at him through the window and waiting to see what he was going to do. He heard something, but it wasn’t coming from below. It appeared that this man was making his escape by going to the roof. He must have known something that they didn’t, but that wasn’t going to stop Judson from coming out, as the hero. He probably should have thought better of it, but his main concern was to make sure that nobody was able to do this again to Samantha.
Samantha saw him begin to climb the stairs going towards the roof and she decided that it would be best not to injure herself further. There was no way that she could make the journey of the eight floors going up in her current condition. Instead, she made her way down to the elevator and waited patiently with her hands drumming on the console. The towel had become crimson wrapped around her arm, but she did notice that the blood had ceased. She was a little woozy, but she had a feeling that blood loss had a tendency to do something like that.