Hostile Takeover Ch. 02

Chapter 3

When I woke up, I had no idea of how much time had passed. I tried to move my arms and couldn't. I looked around and found out that I was tied to a chair. It was all I could do to avoid laughing. I knew where I was. I was in the condo that Charlotte had bought for her loser lovers. The beer bottle was still embedded in the flat-screen TV.

I looked around the room, and the three of them were sitting there, like monkeys sharing a branch.

"Hey Ray, he's awake," said one of them. Ray the guy I had punched in the mouth, came in front of me. "How do you feel?" he asked.

"Like I got clubbed in the head," I smirked.

"Here, take these," he said. He showed me a sealed bottle of Motrin. He took the top off and then unsealed it and gave me two of them. I swallowed them and then he actually held a cup up to my mouth so I could sip water to wash them down.

"Why are you being nice to me?" I asked.

"Anna does not want you hurt in any way," he said. "She hired us to keep you safe and out of her way, that's all." I noticed that they called her Anna, not Charlotte.

"Yeah she was already pissed at us for hitting you over the head," said the first guy. I later found out that his name was Bob.

"Anna doesn't have any money, how is she paying you?" I asked.

"First off, she didn't need to pay us, we'd have done it for free," said Bob. "We all lost our wives and kids, and most of our money, in our divorces. We only had to get divorced because you got pissed abut us fucking your ex wife. That means we owed you some payback. But Anna is also letting us hit that sweet pussy of hers, for helping her. She's not as good a fuck as your ex. But she's a lot tighter. It's almost as if nobody has used that pussy."

"Hey dumbass," said Ray."You talk too much. Nobody was supposed to know we're fucking her; especially, not him."

"So how long are you supposed to be keeping me here?" I asked. They seemed to be upset that the news of them fucking Anna hadn't bothered me.

"Not long, just until the guys Anna hired get done. She figures the fire won't be enough, so she hired someone to finish the job, after the fire forces the old lady out of the house," said the third guy.

"Now who's talking too much," said Bob.

I yawned as if I could barely stay awake, and started nodding. "Can you untie my hands, I think my circulation is cut off," I said. "I just want to lie down on that couch." I wanted then to think I was far weaker than I actually felt.

"You can lie down but don't go to sleep," snapped Bob. "And remember asshole there are three of us."

"Why can't he go to sleep?" asked Ray.

"Because the reason he's sleepy just after waking up might be that he has a fucking concussion," said Bob. "I don't want him to go to sleep and not wake up."

"Maybe we shouldn't let him lie down then," said the third guy, Frank. "Whenever I lie down, I go to sleep."

"That's because you're a fat, out of shape loser," snapped Bob. "Speaking of losers, I wouldn't want to be this guy. Every chick he falls in love with, wants to fuck us."

I staggered over to the couch with Bob just behind me. My head was beginning to clear and I knew I had to do something. Amanda was depending on me. The chair I'd just gotten out of was a possibility. Across the room there was a computer.

Just as I got to the couch I moved. I went from pretending to stagger, into lightning fast motion. Ray was still right behind me; as if he was making sure I didn't run. The last thing he expected was for me to move closer to him. I elbowed him in the stomach as hard as I could. Then turned and brought my knee up into his face, as it descended when he doubled over from the elbow to the gut. My knee smashed Ray's face, knocking out his front teeth again. Then I leaped for the computer. I snatched the keyboard off the table and smashed it into Bob's face snapping his head backwards. I followed up by kicking him in the nuts as hard as I could. Both of them were out of the fight.

Frank was just getting up. He was a big one. I picked up the chair I'd been sitting in and crowned him with it, before he could get off the couch. He was hurt but still conscious.

"Why are you doing this?" he asked. "We weren't going to hurt you. Anna really did tell us to be as gentle with you as possible. If she didn't show up we were just going to let you go. We didn't even tie you up, she did."

"Look moron," I snapped."Anna is trying to kill her mother. If she succeeds, you'll all be accessories to murder." His eyes got big.

"We didn't know that. We didn't know she was serious. We thought it was just some kinky sex thing that you guys do. She told us that you got off on being tied up. She also said that after you caught Bob with his Dick in Charlotte's ass, that it was a turn on knowing that someone else had fucked your woman. And those two are liars. None of us has ever fucked Anna. Bob was just saying that to get back at you for messing up his life. He figured that if you thought he'd fucked Anna, it would break the two of you up." he shrugged his shoulders.

"We did know she had a mad on for her mother. But we didn't know that she was going to kill her. She told us she was just going to drive her out of the house, and then kidnap her, to get the old lady to sign over control of her stock. Then you wouldn't be able to control the company and you could get married and live happily ever after, and pay us a shitload of money. We'd also be helping out with true love. She's obsessed with you."

I had no time for this, so I left him there and ran out into the streets. It was already dark outside. I was about 4 miles from my apartment, and I didn't have my phone. I ran down the road looking for anything I could find. After running a few blocks I found myself outside of Manny's. I went inside and desperately looked for any of my employees. I saw a couple of them in the back.

"Hi guys, this is an emergency, I need a ride," I said. We were outside in less than a minute. Bill Foster quickly took me over to his car.

"I'm not getting into that thing," I snapped, as he pointed to his Toyota Prius. Kurt, the other guy, had already gone back inside. I was worried about Amanda, so I bit the bullet and got into the steaming pile of shit disguised as a car. He started the car and the engine sounded so anemic that I couldn't tell it was on. He lit out of the parking lot in an awesome display of speed, power and handling.

We must have been doing in excess of four miles per hour. I scrunched down in the seat so no one would see me in the car, if you could call it that. "Are we in electric mode," I asked.

"Nope, that's the motor you're hearing," he said. "We're going much faster than if I was in electric. I stifled the desire to stick my feet out of the door and try to pedal the car to get us going faster, ala Fred Flintstone. Luckily, we only had to go about three miles to get to my apartment. But I swore, if any bikes or mopeds passed us, I'd bail out and get a ride from them. My greatest fear though, was that the rubber band that powered the Prius' motor would snap and leave us stranded. Finally, after what seemed like hours later, but was only a few minutes we made it to my building. I saw my car out in front.

"Thanks Bill," I said. "I'll give you a raise if you buy a real car with it." I knew that Bill was serious about recycling and saving the planet, but if I had to drive a car like that, I'd have to let the planet go.

I felt under the Mustang's front quarter panel and got my hide-a-key out. I started the engine and immediately felt better as the Big V8 announced its presence. I had borrowed Bill's cell phone and called Amanda.

"Who is this?" she asked tentatively. She was whispering.

"Amanda, it's Press," I said.

"Preston, I need your help," she whispered.

"I know, I'm on my way, where are you?" I said.

"I'm hiding in the hedges in front of the house," she said. "I have to keep moving so they don't know where I am. But don't come here, it's dangerous. Press, I can't stay here for very long because the house is on fire. I called the fire department..."

I heard a sound like a gunshot and drove even faster. I passed the fire engines in my hurry to get there. Hang on Amanda, I thought. The needle on my speedometer was buried and I left the fire trucks behind. I pulled into the gates around the house and saw that the house was indeed burning. I was only expecting a small fire but the entire right side of the house was aflame. That was the area where both Amanda's and Charlotte's bedrooms were located. I figured that Amanda would try to stay away from the flames so I drove onto the large lawn. I left skid marks and tore up the grass but I figured that Amanda would forgive me.

I saw 3 men with rifles, and Anna heading towards the same area of the hedges that I was. They were all coming in from different angles. One of them was just ahead of me. He turned and tried to aim at me, and Anna screamed, "No!"

It didn't matter. I hit the gas and sharply jerked the wheel in his direction. My Mustang's ass end broke loose and the car swerved. My rear quarter panel slammed into him and knocked him across the lawn, where he lay crumpled up like a broken toy.

I swerved back and went straight to the bushes for Amanda. She ducked and got into the car. We took off just as the fire engines came screaming up the driveway. I drove around them on the grass and outside of the gate. Amanda was crying hysterically. I don't know if she was crying because of the house being on fire, or her brush with death.

I was driving slowly looking for a Police station when I heard the sound of tortured rubber and a pretty heavy growl. I looked into my rearview mirror and saw a black Dodge Charger rapidly coming up on us.

"Amanda put your seatbelt on," I snapped. I had to reach across her and help her fasten it. She was still in shock. The charger was on us. The driver was flashing his headlights so I let him pull alongside us.

"Anna said to tell you, that all she wants is the woman. Just put her out of your car, and everything will be fine," he said.

"You want her, catch me," I sneered. My right foot went down and suddenly the Charger was in my rear view mirror. My little pony rocketed forward like a raped ape. The charger increased speed too, but he couldn't make a dent in the gap between us. He had one of those hemi engines, but it wouldn't do him any good.

In the 70's the hemi, which was named for its hemispherical combustion chambers, was a power plant to be reckoned with. Unfortunately the newer versions are so watered down that they really didn't amount to much more than a name. I was more worried about the guns the men carried than their car. My Mustang put out a bit more than 462 horsepower. The Hemi Charger Barely over 420. The real difference though was in the weight of the cars. I had more horsepower, but also a lighter car. The Charger with a hemi weighed about 4200 pounds. My Mustang, despite having more horsepower was over 600 pounds lighter.

As I looked at the road ahead of us, I decided not to go on the freeway. There were few cars out and even though we were rapidly increasing the distance between us, they could still follow us by our tail lights. I headed into a park where there would be a lot of curves and sharper turns. The Chargers handle like a brick on rollers.

As I expected they weren't able to take the curves with us, and we gained even more distance. I cut around a sharp corner into a dark, tree lined cull de sac, then turned off all of my lights and cut the engine. A few seconds later the charger roared past us. I gave them a few minutes and slowly and as quietly as I could, I pulled out of the cull de sac and back onto the roads.

I was smiling like a Cheshire cat, but pride goeth before a fall. Just as I got back on the road, the Charger reappeared. I slammed down the accelerator and the chase was on again. I carved out turns, and left them in my wake again. I thought about what we had to do. I made a quick circuit around the park and then went back on the main road. They were far enough behind us that I got on the freeway but, I went in the opposite direction from the one we'd been going.

I kept my eyes in the rearview mirror, but never saw them again. After we'd been driving for about twenty minutes I slowed down again. I grabbed Amanda's cell phone and called the plant. My intention was to leave message for Myra or get my security guys. I was shocked shitless at who answered the phone.

"Hello Press," said Charlotte. "Have you come to your senses?"

I hung up the phone and called the plant's security office directly. I told the man who answered the phone, to have Anna and whoever was with her escorted out of the building. I told him to get as many armed men as he had, and to also call the police, because I didn't know how many people she had with her. Then I told him to call me back and let me know what had happened.

Five minutes later I pulled into a Wal-Mart. I filled up the tank and had to pay a ridiculous price for my gas, because I wasn't using a Wal-Mart card. I grabbed Amanda's hand and we went inside the store. I was beginning to worry because Amanda still hadn't come out of it. I had to shop for both of us. I filled up two carts with everything we'd need, a few outfits each, toothbrushes etc. I resisted buying things that I'd like to see her in. I only bought necessities, because I had to get Amanda out of there. We could call the police from the road.

I threw half of the bags into the trunk, and the rest on the back seat. I don't think my heart slowed down until we were back in the car. Amanda hadn't said a word since I picked her up and she wouldn't let go of my hand.

Amanda's phone rang. I breathed a sigh of relief. I was hoping that it was my security guard, calling to tell me Anna was in jail, or at least away from my plant. I didn't want the crazy bitch hurting any of my employees.

"Hello," I said. "Is that maniac in jail yet?"

"Is that any way to talk about your loving wife," said Charlotte with sarcasm dripping off of her every word.

"I can't believe how calm you are, Press," she said laughing. "You went shopping at a Wal-Mart? I thought you'd be running away with your tail between your legs. Don't worry I'm not tracking mom's cell phone. I just tweeted about your car, when you lost my men. And within a few minutes, a couple of people on twitter let me know where they'd seen you. That bright orange Mustang of yours is so easy to find, Sweetie. I was worried about you feeling so alone, so I sent some friends over there."

I hung up the phone just as the Charger and another car tore into the Wal-Mart parking lot. They were going away from us, as they circled the building. I didn't go tearing out of there, and let the sound of my engine alert them to my position and direction. I slowly pulled into the road and went in the same direction they'd gone in. Instead of circling the building though, I moved off at a tangent directly away from the Wal-Mart. By the time they'd circled the parking lot, I'd be miles away.

I redialed the number Charlotte had just called from. It was Anna's cell phone. "Are you still in the plant?" I asked.

"Of course not, you sent security after me, and sent the police too. You must want me bad baby," she said. "Get rid of Mommy dearest and you can have me right now. This tight little pussy is yours for the asking. Are you still in Wal-Mart? My guys must be getting close by now."

"They're right on top of us," I lied, and hung up the phone. For the next two hours I drove as far as I could as fast as I could, I needed to put as much distance between us as possible. Finally in the middle of the night, I pulled into this motel. That brings us back to the present.

Chapter4

I took a long drink of the Cherry flavored cola, and let out that satisfied ahhh sound.

"Can I have some of that?" asked Amanda across the darkness of the motel room. I got up and went over to the bed and gave her some.

"Press, where are you sleeping?" she asked.

"On the floor, over here," I said.

"Preston, why are you sleeping on the floor?" she asked.

"Well, there was only one bed," I began...

"Some things never change," she laughed. The sound of Amanda's laughter broke a lot of our tension. I think I'd been waiting to exhale, since this whole fiasco began.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"We're somewhere in Illinois," I said. I'm staying away from major cities. I just wanted to get us out of Michigan, as quickly as possible."

She nodded her head and looked under her blanket, and started laughing again.

"What?" I asked.

"You're, trying to kill me too," she laughed. "No wonder I'm so cold. Preston, when you put someone to bed, you're supposed to take their clothes off. That way the warmth of the blankets and their own body heat, can warm them up. Especially, when a person is in shock, like I was."

"Unh Uh," I said. "There was no way I could have done that."

"A gentleman to the end," she said. "Preston, you're all I have left. I'd trust you with my life, and I did. It turned out alright too, didn't it?"

She pulled off her top and slithered out of her damaged skirt. "Well at least you took my shoes off," she said. She dropped the discarded clothing beside the bed.

"I vaguely remember us going shopping. Do I have fresh clothes for tomorrow?" she asked.

I nodded. "You have a couple of pairs of jeans, some dress slacks, three sweaters and a dress. There are shoes and stockings and socks too. I'm not sure of the fits, but I think we'll be okay," I said.

"Good," she said, holding the blanket up. "Take off your clothes and get in here."

"Amanda, I'm not sure that's a good idea," I said.

"Preston, good idea or not, get in here. I'm scared, and I'm cold. I want you next to me."

"Amanda, uhm," I hesitated.

"Preston, I thought that a gentleman was supposed to always help old ladies across the street, or however they needed help. Isn't that what your Boy Scout handbook says? Well this old lady wants you to get in this bed and keep her warm."

"But Amanda, you're not an old lady," I whined.

"Oh yeah, I'm hot," she smiled.

I groaned. I had hoped she had forgotten that conversation. "Preston, get in here. I'll protect your virtue. But it's really flattering to have you think that way."

"I have an idea," she said. "You get in the front, and I'll sleep behind you. That way you can tell yourself you're protecting me."

We did as she said and I had to admit, it was far more comfortable, sleeping on the bed. There was also room for both of us. There was at least a foot of space between us. I stared at the windows and door watching for signs of movement, until I fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning One of Amanda's arms was wrapped around me and her big soft breasts were flattened against my back.

"Uhm, Amanda, wake up," I said. I think she was a little bit embarrassed as she un-wrapped her arms and re adjusted her bra.

"You can have the first shower while I make a couple of calls. Your body wash, and bath stuff is already in the bathroom," I said.

"Thank you kind sir," she smiled. Suddenly I realized that if I stood up she'd see my morning wood, so I looked down on the floor and grabbed my pants. After putting them on I heard her giggle. As the blanket moved I caught a whiff of a very heady feminine scent, so I wasn't the only one who'd had a reaction from our close proximity. I put the thought out of my mind though.

Amanda just got up as if she didn't have a care in the world and walked to the bathroom. Her bra could barely contain her breasts which might have explained why they'd come loose during the night. And her panties were definitely not Granny panties. Again the gentle swaying of Amanda's ass mesmerized me and I couldn't look away as she walked. "Preston, are you looking at my butt?" she asked. I let that go too.