Chapter Eighteen
In which Alec and Fee discover just how arousing corporate sabotage can be.
Alec…
“I’m not getting on that thing.”
Fee was staring at my Ducati Superleggera V4 with the same look of disgust I reserved for Noreen’s endless piles of shit. Even though Martin and Fintan returned home to the farm, Fee - purely out of spite - had insisted on keeping the goat in the ruins of what was once my beautifully landscaped gardens.
“Yes, you are. Speed and stealth are crucial for what we’re about to do.”
“What kind of mileage does this thing get?” She walked around my bike, eyes narrowed and lip curled.
“There’s no reason to ask, we don’t have time for you to be enraged, darling. We’re on a schedule.” I glanced at my watch. We were already three minutes behind.
“I thought you’d kitted me out in leather pants and a jacket for some perverse roleplay sex, like bad boy rock star and dangerous assassin.”
“Which one were you planning to be?” It was a mistake to ask her that, because Fee pushed away the helmet I was trying to hand her.
We’d flown into a private airfield in Lynn, Massachusetts to kick off my initial contribution to the utter destruction of Leevil and everything he had created.
Here, a dam had been built after the generous greasing of the palms of local politicians solely for the use of Leevil’s first project after his father died- a massive metals processing plant that required more water than the municipality could provide.
The slimy bastard’s solution was to damn up the river that served dozens of small farms and the area’s agricultural industry. The sudden absence of water had sent the community scrambling for other means of existence after their futures - quite literally - dried up.
The metals processing plant was also cheerfully ignoring EPA standards for reducing the toxicity of residue from the production, poisoning the area around it.
Fee was very enthusiastic when I’d first presented the idea. The offense of those farmers being forced to find work at the plant that destroyed their livelihood enraged her.
But now we were four minutes behind schedule.
“This thing is ridiculous! I’m not going to be a part of sucking up half the gas reserves in Massachusetts for one mission!”
“Darling…” I checked my watch again. “We can’t blow up a dam whilst riding a fucking Vespa! The charges are laid, the processing plant is empty due to a ‘gas leak’ my men created. We are on a very tight schedule. So, get your perfectly shaped ass on the fucking bike or go back to my jet and miss all the entertainment.”
She glared up at me, snatching away the helmet and jamming it on her head. “I’m going to have helmet hair now,” she grumbled as I tightened the strap under her chin. I suppressed a smile. I’d learned by now that Fee’s only bit of vanity was her perfect, glossy hair.
“A small price to pay for crushing Leevil’s dominion over this town,” I soothed, pushing down her visor. I pulled her closer after she swung her leg over the giant bike, settling herself with some difficulty. “Hold on tight.”
It was close to 2 am when we blazed along the road leading to the dam. The general public would likely be alarmed to discover just how easy it was to gain access to dams and power stations. So, getting in, setting off the explosive charges, and getting out wouldn’t be difficult. The real trick was stationing enough men to ensure no innocents got in the way.
Even in my world, we didn’t involve civilians.
Fee pulled even closer to me, tightening her thighs against mine and rubbing her hot center against my lower back in a very distracting way. I suspected she was enjoying the ride more than she’d care to admit. We turned onto a side road built about midway up the dam, which soared over our heads and allowed the water to be directed to Leevil’s plant.
“This is a surgical strike,” I said when we pulled up to the dam. “There are specific pressure points where the shaped charges will demolish the dam’s structure without impacting the surrounding countryside. The secondary explosion a mile below will redirect the water flow back to the original riverbed.”
“Nicely done,” she said, getting off the bike and giving me a moment to appreciate just how well those leather pants shaped her ass. “Why are we this close?”
“The signal has a limited range, based on how we placed the C-4,” I explained. “After setting off the charges, we’ll have three and a half minutes to get out of the blast zone, so your lecture on fuel consumption will have to wait, yes?”
“I’m already going to hell for flying across the pond in your garbage waste of resources,” she sighed. “Let’s get to it, then.”
Switching on my headset, I listened for the check-in from all my people stationed along the flood path. After the last notification from Kyle, who was still unhappy about not being by my side on this mission, I handed the detonator to Fee.
She tried to push it back at me like it was a rattlesnake.
“I know you want to be the one to press the button, my vicious little activist,” I said, giving her chin a bite. “Knowing the power to destroy a one hundred-million-dollar plant is in your hands?”
Fee chewed her lip, looking at me, at the dam, at the detonator. Then, with a smile that could only be described as pure, distilled wickedness, she pressed the button.
The lights on the explosive charges switched to a glowing red and I hauled her back on the Ducati. This time, she didn’t need a reminder to hold on, gripping me so tightly that the shape of her was nearly embedded in my leather jacket.
The wind tore past us and the landscape blurred as I opened the throttle, roaring down the road and taking us away. At exactly three and a half minutes, a blue-white light ripped through my smoked visor, nearly blinding me as we felt the heat and pressure from the detonation. There was a roar like a thousand trains bearing down on us and with an enormous heave and a groan, the concrete walls of the dam splintered and gave way.
Fee hit my thigh. “Can we stop? Just for a minute?”
“You want to watch, don’t you, my feral little thing?” This would put us behind schedule for the meet-up at the rendezvous point, but I couldn’t deny her the pleasure.
“Magnificent,” she gasped, “abso-fucking-lutely perfect.”
The poorly constructed dam burst open like rotted fruit, sending torrents of water gushing down the hillside, tearing through the plant, the shattering of glass and crumbling brick creating a symphony that Fee was dancing to, humming a little.
Then, the water was redirected, assisted by the secondary explosion that sent boulders tumbling into the flood path after it surged through the plant. It pushed the water back to its original riverbed, dragging along chunks of equipment and metal scraps .
I checked my watch. “Time to go-”
Fee planted her hands on my helmet and dragged me down for a kiss, greedy and desperate as she laughed, our tongues and teeth clashing against each other.
“You sure know how to give a girl good craic.”
Her eager hands went to the button on my pants, yanking down my zipper so fast that it was a miracle she didn’t scrape the skin off my cock. I pulled on her leathers until she could kick one leg free as I straddled the bike again. I lifted her to face me, her legs draped over mine. She laughed wildly as our helmets bumped against each other as we kissed before sliding into a moan as I grasped her waist and lifted her onto my cock.
Sharp nails dug into the skin of my neck as Fee’s back arched, angling herself to take me inside her.
“Fuuuck…” she drawled out, shifting side to side until I was buried deep.
“Your pretty cunt is gripping me like a fist,” I hissed out between clenched teeth. “Open those fucking legs for me.”
The sound that came from her was one I’d never heard before, guttural and low, like the savage little thing I knew she truly was, shamelessly rubbing her clit hard against the hairy base of my cock. I gripped the globes of her ass with both hands, squeezing and pulling them apart so I could push in even deeper. Leaning her back against the seat, I shoved up her t-shirt, latching onto a rigid pink nipple with my teeth.
She laughed wildly as I bounced her on my cock and I felt like a warrior. Like a fucking god and more powerful than being king of the Davies Mafia had ever made me.
I gave my team a full thirty seconds of praise for a job well done as I hauled Fee through the cabin of my Gulfstream G650 and into the bedroom situated at the back of the jet. That we’d been fucking was no secret. Her usually pristine hair stood out in all directions like an abandoned badger’s nest, and I didn’t notice that my fly was still unzipped until we looked in the bathroom mirror. Our eyes were red and a little crazed, like we’d just snorted a line of heroin.
Slumped together in the shower, I carefully washed every inch of her pale, beautiful skin. “What is this from?” I asked, touching a jagged scar on her right hip.
“Hmmm… I was hit by a broken bottle during an anti-Brexit protest in Belfast.” Her eyes were closed as she lifted her face to the water.
“And this tattoo I noticed the night you roofied me…” My finger smoothed along the line of script that ran down her left forearm.
“Ní féidir linn airgead a ithe,” she said.
“Which means?”
Her eyes opened, clear and bright again. “We can’t eat money.”
I chuckled. “Why am I not surprised?”
Her hands spread across my pectorals. “Is this your family crest?” It was a wolf, snarling with my family’s motto across my chest.
“Yes.”
Her fingers traced the letters beneath the tattoo. “Numquam dimittimus, numquam obliviscemur.” She looked up at me. “We never forgive, we never forget?”
“Of course you know Latin, clever girl.”
“Only a bit,” she shrugged. “Tell me more.”
“It’s made sense all my life, but now…” I shook my head. “There are things I can’t seem to reconcile.” Fee looked up at me, her hands running lightly over my ribs, smoothing up my arms .
“Reconcile how?”
I sucked in a deep breath, forcing a smile. “Perhaps another time. Let’s get in bed and watch the coverage of the Canadian dye factory disaster. I understand it made international headlines when they had to evacuate the entire area, especially since it appears the insurance policy on the factory lapsed and it’s a total loss. By the end of the week, we can enjoy the arrest footage of Lynn’s fine Mayor Kennedy and his city council for bribery and extortion.”
“Now, how would the EPA and Massachusetts Attorney General know to issue those warrants?”
“I know your corporate security knowledge is top-notch,” I kissed her cheeks and the tip of her nose, “but I’m looking forward to introducing you to my genius hackers, Terrence and Lucy. You’ll have so much to talk about.”
Her grin was so wide that it showed all her teeth, even that slightly crooked molar.
“I can hardly wait.”