33. Plans
THIRTY-THREE
Plans
PIERCE
Stalking the asshole hero dude took time I didn’t have. My princesses had been left alone with Dickwad. I didn’t like that one bit, but I had no choice if I was going to claim my Queen.
All my princesses had been gagged, even poor Gretel. I hated doing that when I wasn’t there to watch over them, but I couldn’t trust our Fairy Godmother to behave, or Dickwad to shut up. Chains secured him to the wall, but nothing stopped him running at the mouth. Wait…the ball gag was doing that right now.
He was a strong motherfucker. It took some effort, but I worked a gag into him. I hooded him first, chained his head back so he couldn’t move, and then forced the gag into his mouth. I hated the risk posed by getting that close. He’d already head-butted me once, but I couldn’t risk the nurse filling my princesses’ heads with lies about me.
I had thought of killing him right then but decided against it. If Gretel didn’t get better, I’d need him. There was plenty of time to dispose of him later.
The first part of my day had been slow and frustrating. I had no idea where to begin and spent the morning parked three down from my Queen’s house watching cops and men in dark suits crawl all over her driveway.
Then I got an idea.
Flowers in hand, I approached the house. It was the perfect cover, and the police greeted me with smiles instead of scowls. They wouldn’t answer my questions and eventually turned me away, but I’d been smart. The flowers had to be delivered, I’d argued. I handed the arrangement to one of the guys wearing a wedding ring, and while he took the bouquet, I lifted his radio.
People weren’t very observant, and picking pockets came easily to me.
And so, I listened to their chatter all morning. You’d think they would have said something important by now. My irritation grew with each passing hour. Did none of them know where she’d been taken?
As I peered through my spotting scope, my thoughts turned to my mentor. To meet him in person made me apprehensive. We’d only exchanged letters, fabricating a code over the years to speak more plainly about life. He hadn’t attempted to contact me yet. Part of me wanted to meet him, but another part knew it was too dangerous. Besides, we’d been pen pals for years. With him escaped, I was sure someone was looking into who might aid him on the outside. My name being high on that list was a risk, but I wasn’t worried. The police were welcome into my home. I had nothing to hide, and they would never find the entrance to my dungeon.
But, I obsessed about meeting him. Was he out here too? Watching for his wife? Would he insist my Queen still belonged to him?
A dark blue SUV rolled into the driveway. An enormous Black man stepped out of the driver’s side. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t place where I’d seen him before. Then, I remembered. He was the fucking hero’s sidekick. The door to the passenger side opened, and an African beauty exited.
My heart stuttered with the hitch in my breath. She was an exquisite display of ebony perfection, and her lithe frame moved like smoke on the wind. Small tits, but I could get past that. My cock twitched, demanding a taste, and ordered me to make her my African Queen.
Could I have two queens?
No one else jumped out of the car. Hero-boy wasn’t with them. It would be fun to string hero-boy up in my dungeon instead of that pathetic nurse.
But, I’d found his friends.
Flowers.
Shit! I needed more flowers.
There weren’t any more in the van, and my Queen deserved the best arrangement I could find.
The big man talked to the suits standing in the driveway while the woman disappeared inside. What little chatter squawked through the radio yielded zero information.
My thoughts wandered down the wrong path, and with it went my attention. I almost missed it when Goliath jumped into his car. The ebony beauty followed.
I determined then that she would have to join the ranks of my princesses.
Goliath backed down the drive and peeled off. I barely caught up as he turned the corner.
I struggled to keep the SUV in sight and prayed he didn’t notice me following in my van. Goliath would lead me to the fucking hero, and Hero-boy would lead me to my Queen.
At some point, I’d have to get those flowers.
He pulled up to a greasy diner, and the two of them climbed out. I found a spot where I could watch the door and was happy to see them take a booth against the window. I had a clear view. Ten minutes later, a cab arrived, and Hero stepped out. Another man I would need to kill. He slid into the booth across them.
My scope wasn’t powerful enough to see the screen of his phone, but I picked out three of the four numbers of his passcode. I would need that phone.
About twenty minutes later, something happened, because all of a sudden, they rushed out of the diner.
This time, I was ready and had no difficulty following them to an upscale hotel. They ran inside while I parked my van behind their car. I handed my keys to the valet, along with a fifty.
An atrium formed the core of the building. Four sets of glass elevators lifted from the lobby floor to scale the inner walls. Spotting my eager trio was easy. They stood at the bank of elevators.
I strolled into the middle of the lobby and took a seat in an overstuffed chair where I had the best view of the elevators and the balconies of every floor.
I swore they had guns drawn.
My heart leaped with worry over my Queen, praying nothing terrible happened to her.
Their elevator ascended to the eighteenth floor. When they rushed out, they headed left. Thankful for the open design, it was a simple matter to track them. All I needed now was a plan.
I walked to the bar and ordered a drink. My princesses could wait a little longer. I needed to think.
The bartender poured a beer and left me alone.
My Queen’s hero intimidated me, as did the large Black man. They had the same look about them like they’d gone a round or two before. I didn’t want to think about going toe-to-toe with Goliath; wait…I didn’t like that name. I would call him Tank.
Even the Amazon frightened me a little, as ashamed as I was to admit being scared of a girl, it was the truth.
And I hated guns.
But, I would brave it all to get my Queen.