Babes Stripping For Love

For the next two days, Seamus left Charlotte alone in the house. The confusion in her heart was obvious, she had never done intimacy before and what she felt with Seamus was way beyond her expectation of it. Was she wrong to want him to be there with her the next day? What do people usually do for their morning after? Surely the man didn’t leave the woman for his impromptu business and flew out to New York leaving her for a couple of days?

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The story of her life, she ponders.

What Charlotte didn’t know was that he went to New York to find Yanis Morozov. He made sure he got the facts before he flew to New York where the bastard lived. Bruce was there, accompanying him, also to make sure that he didn’t do anything stupid like kill the guy and leave incriminating evidence of himself. Yep, apparently, Seamus Braddock was too valuable to be implicated in the murder of some ballet instructors even of the most prestigious ballet house in the country.

It was dark when one of Bruce’s men dropped them off at a lavish apartment. Bruce with all of his resources managed to pull some strings and get them both in. His men made sure that the in-house CCTV was jammed and looped, and their arrival was not recorded even from the outside traffic cam.

They strolled to his apartment easily, having key card access on their arrival from the concierge who was apparently working for Bruce. The man had many resources. Seamus nodded his head, and Bruce didn’t have to interpret that Seamus was impressed with his performance, so far.

Bruce and Seamus arrived in time when they found him with a young woman in tears. They could hear her whimper from the hallway, and Seamus’s anger bubbled onto the surface. He was nowhere near calm.

The lithe woman looked terrified when she saw them, and she gave out a horror expression. She looked like she was barely legal and that made Seamus want to slice Yanis open, gut him and throw him out of the high-rise building.

“Who the hell are you guys? How did you get in?” The lean man who looked old enough to be the girl’s father came rushing towards her. But he failed when Bruce carefully grabbed her, telling her, that we were there to rescue her.

“Get the fuck out and leave the girl alone!” He yelled like a petulant little kid who didn’t want to share his toys.

It took all of Seamus’s strength to hold off his anger for a whole two minutes, but he finally burst and punched the guy in the face. “That’s for Charlotte Sullivan. Stop contacting her, or I will put more bullets in you.”

“W-what?” He looked confused surely because he hadn’t been shot, aside from his face that was starting to throb with pain, he had no other injuries.

“Oh, right, here… let me,” Seamus pulled out a gun complete with a silencer and shoot Yanis Morozov in his right foot. “There, you’d live but I’d doubt you’d be dancing on your tippy toes anytime soon.”

“You. Fucking. Idiot! You have no idea who you messed with. I’ll leak every little detail on your little stripper. I have videos, it’s in…” Another shot, this time was to his thigh.

“Bruce, would you help me make sure this stupid asshole doesn’t die too soon? I might actually enjoy putting bullet holes in him.”

Bruce instructed the girl to look the other way and get herself back into her clothes and wait. Bruce called two of his men from downstairs. One was to retrieve the girl since it seemed that Seamus wanted more playtime with his rapist bastard, and the other one was to help them with the mess.

“Where the fuck is it?” Seamus asked the second Bruce tied the injured foot to stop the bleeding, then move up to tie the bloodied thigh.

Yanis was pale, he was desperate enough to plead for his life when he told them where the videos were. The room was small but it was all there, displayed in a room full of his collection of private porn. Organized in alphabetical order and when he found Charlotte’s Seamus was quick to destroy it Bruce was already on Yanis’s PC and started typing and connecting the server to his best hacker employed as staff.

“My guy had deleted the could, but he’s still working on all of the links and backtraced all of his accounts, just in case.”

Seamus nodded coldly before he grabbed Yanis’s hair and asked him if there was anything more that he should know. But the man shook his head frantically, no doubt he was losing blood and feeling the pain though his adrenaline was on high. Hell, two bullets shot wound and a punch in the face would do that to you.

But Seamus didn’t expect Yanis to retrieve a letter opener from his table and stabbed him in his stomach. He cursed and yanked Yanis’s hair and punched him again in the face. Seamus took out his handkerchief and put pressure on the wound, carefully not to pull out the letter opener.

“Make him suffer, keep him alive, for a few hours then when he’s dead you can stage it for hmm… how about single vehicle accident?” Seamus said like he had not just been stabbed. Because no, it was not his first rodeo. He had been stabbed with a bigger knife in more dangerous places and he knew the guy didn’t even stab him deep enough to punch an artery. But he could never be too careful.

“We can do that.” Bruce agreed while the rapist whimpered, tears tearing down his face when one of Bruce’s men shut him up by lightly pressing the sole of his shoe to his injured foot.

Seamus usually used his guys for these kinds of things but he didn’t want to risk it with his men. Not when he had other jobs lined up for them. But Seamus knew Bruce, and he knew the guy would get the job done. Meticulously. Just like how he liked it.

“Come on, let’s get you fixed up before you bleed to death,” Bruce told him that he knew a good surgeon in the city and they were going to make a quick detour before going back home.

Okay, maybe it was time he branches out to security and invests money into Bruce’s company for future dealings. It was a talk for another day he muses, now he needs to wrap this up and headed back home.

He was exhausted when he got back home two days later. Turns out Braddock senior wanted him to attend a gala dinner and be the face of the Braddock family business. He even had a date set up for him, but Seamus was too tired to say no to his dad. His stomach was still annoyingly throbbing with pain, but he kept walking around smiling as he put up his fake mask and trotted around the place. Playing the friendly Braddock junior was not pleasant, not when he was wounded and all he wanted to do was to lay in bed with Charlotte.

When he entered the house, the plan was a bust when he found out that Charlotte was working. So, he decided to have a quick dinner followed by a long shower and tending to his wound, then he waited in her bedroom.

“Seamus…” Charlotte’s hand was gently shaking his shoulder, the man didn’t realize that he falls asleep waiting for her. “What are you doing here?”

“Mmhm, Charlotte, sorry I’ve fallen asleep.”

“That’s okay, you’re tired. So, uh…” Charlotte looked at him in his comfy pajama set and she was getting nervous. Who knew, a fully clothed Seamus ready for bed was as arousing as the half-naked Seamus she would encounter at breakfast time?

Minutes earlier, Charlotte had found the man sleeping when she got into her room. She decided to clean up and get ready for bed. Hoping that when she was done with her nightly routine, he would wake up. But the man was still asleep, all handsome looking, making her heart beat a bit faster.

But she was supposed to be mad at him. Charlotte saw the woman that latched onto his arm when she watched the headlines on the New York business gala set for the rich. Okay, she was not sure what the exact point of the gala was when she clearly ignored the news headline when her eyes found the perfect couple looking beautiful and rich and content with their life. Ugh…

Tonight was not going to go well.

Nope, not at all.

Charlotte thought then suddenly she didn’t know what she was about to say to Seamus.