59. Putting Sita In Her Place

Chris

My suitcase and I made our way down the hall towards Sita’s hotel room. I focused on the carpeted floor and thought about how expensive the décor and aesthetics seemed. The place was right up her alley. It didn’t scream. Let’s make our marriage work. She had no money, so all of this was funded by Qadir. It didn’t help that he was doing anything and everything to break up our family. To separate us. I knocked on the door.

“I am on my way. Just a second.” I hear her footfall on the tiles inside. Sita opened the door in nothing but high heels and underwear. It caught me by surprise. She only opened the door quickly and turned back into the room. My eyes roamed over her.

“Hi! I am delighted you are here. I am just… as you can see… getting dressed.”

She would never have done this in a million years when we were still married. Glancing back over her shoulder when I didn’t move, she smiled at the reaction she was getting.

The sheer, red lacy panties and bra were filled out by voluptuous curves and cleavage. I didn’t want to… But her body was more mature than Juliet's. Sita was a woman in all the right places.

Juliet had a thin body structure and was small around her chest. Legs for days, but Sita didn’t lack in that apartment either. I also didn’t want to, but my mouth was dry. My body betrayed me as images flashed in my mind.

Seeing that I wasn’t going to come in, she came back towards me. Sita took my hand, pulling me into the room. The tiny little entranceway of the room made us push almost up against each other as she closed the door.

She took my hand and put it on her ass, pressing up against me. I stiffened… Everywhere. Letting go of my suitcase. “We really don’t have to wait… It seems like you want what you see. This is what I meant… Juliet is not all you’re thinking about.”

Bile rose up in my throat as I thought about how hurt Juliet would be… Me even reacting… felt like a betrayal. I felt like a failure. Couldn’t we have figured out anything else?

I couldn’t think of Juliet. If I did… I would convince myself not to do it. Sita claimed my mouth. Don’t kill this one. Try and control yourself.

Not wanting to kiss her, I pulled away. Gripped her full ass in my hand, pushing her onto me. I kept my face on her body and tried to see it as… just sex. Not even going to make eye contact. But she was right. I was going to have to move it along.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the bed. She sat down quite compliantly, crossing her legs. Trying to be sexy. Leaning back on her hands, swinging one leg back and forth. I opened my suitcase on the floor, taking out a small black bag.

I stood closer, pushing her legs apart. Took hold of her hips and turned her around, ripping off her underwear. “What are you doing, Chris?”

I stop. “What do you mean? You wanted to have sex before we leave tomorrow… This is the only way. We will not be making memories Sita.”

She hesitated but forced herself to relax, lying flat on her stomach. I took out a condom from my pocket.

She heard the wrapper. “Chris come on. No! That’s not what we discussed.”

“I don’t know where you have been the last few months… Are you going to be mature about this?”

“I don’t want the first time to be with a rubber on.”

“You asked for me... No! You threatened us! I actually got fooled for only a second with your good acting. But your reaction just now made it all clear. You never wanted me back.” She tried to come up, but I pushed my knee into her back. Her face turned sideways on the mattress.

“Chris get off me.”

I snorted. “This was for the sake of security… wasn’t it? To get protection by association… Not so much a problem with sex anymore, but still no heart.”

“Chris, get the f- off me!”

“No! You want me to have sex with you every week for three months… So, that’s what I’m going to do. I will keep you here, and if I have to rape you every time, I will.”

She laughed. “You don’t have the balls.”

I snickered, taking the black bag and opening it. Keeping my knee pressed down on her back. She tried to push me off. I manifest, and the weight alone crushes her into the mattress. “You forget that I have animalistic desires now.”

I pushed my paw under her chest and grabbed her breasts, extending my claws slowly, gripping her roughly, scratching at her as I pulled my paw out. She cried from the pain, swearing at me, muttering a few things I couldn’t hear.

I took out the leather bondages from the bag next to me on the bed.

“Get off me! Chris! Let me go!”

I ignored her, wanting to get it done quickly as possible. I tied her hands and feet down using the legs of the base of the bed. Marcus showed me how to use it, and I had practiced.

“You still don’t think I’ll do it.”

She wasn’t really scared yet. My fingers run down her back. Slowly. Over her ass and down her thigh.

“Don’t, Chris.” Her ass wiggled, and she gasped and then cried out.

“You still think I have no balls to go any further.”

“You do! I’m sorry. Please let me go.”

I leave her to put the condom on as she flails around, peeking at me through her hair. When it was on, she started screaming. I gripped a chunk of her hair, pushing her mouth into the mattress.

“Behave.” I yanked her head roughly to drive home how serious I was. Tears were falling on the mattress, but I didn’t care.

“You better shut up, or I will shove something else into your mouth.

She doesn’t. “This is rape! Chris! Get off me!”

I take out something else Marcus had given me to shut her up. I push a sex gag into her mouth and tie the straps behind her head. Her cries suddenly muffled, her eyes wide.

My body was still ready as I got on the bed, standing on my knees behind her. Taking myself in hand to push myself into her. I leaned down and whispered into her ear. “This had to look real.” Her eyes widened as the realization set in.

“Bang!”

The shot came from the balcony. I rolled off her when Warden tackled the guy that was hiding outside. Crashing into the hotel room, breaking a table.

My breathing was ragged. My heart was racing, lying naked on the carpet. I wondered for a moment how I got here? In a mess like that. Why was Marcus always right? How did he know Sita was lying that day? I was almost fooled. She seemed so sincere.

I got up manifest and shook Warden off the guy. Holding him out in front of me. “Drop it,” I growled. He actually tried to lift up the gun. I chucked him against the wall so hard that he was out cold.

“What the hell were they planning?” I asked Warden.

“The person she has been seeing… Brendon… from Kentucky.”

“You can’t tell me he’s the schmuck behind this.”

I turned back to my human, pulling up my pants. I untied Sita taking off all her bondages. She sat up, black smears running down her cheeks. I took her chin in my hand. She flung her head away from me and spat in my face.

“I was going to apologize… Yeah… Not anymore.” I started laughing nervously as I wiped her saliva out of my eye. Disgusted, she ran to the bathroom.

While Warden was busy tying Brendon, I sat down in a chair and let all the pretense go. My hands started shaking. I felt like vomiting. The bile didn’t want to subside and kept rising in my throat. I ran for the basin in the tiny kitchen area at the door. Retching.

I rinse out my mouth and wash my face. Closing my eyes. I couldn’t believe that I had just done that. I wanted to just kill her. But Marcus wouldn’t let me.

The keypad of the door dinged. Marcus took in the scene quickly.

“You actually did it.” Angrily I walked over to him and pushed him against the wall.

“If you ever use that crap on Juliet… I’ll kill you.” Marcus frowned. He pushed me off him. I pushed him right back, grabbing his shirt in my fist pressing my arm against his neck.

“The freaking compound is where that stuff is taught. How do you think I know how to use it?”

“You better not be into that kind of crap… Juliet doesn’t like it rough… She isn’t like that.”

“That’s why I did what I did. Do you think Lucius would have stayed at this?” I lose all my self-control manifesting and making a gaping hole next to Marcus’s face in the wall. He glanced from the wall to my face.

“Chris, go to the bar and get drunk… You were acting. The price you paid was worth it… Juliet is worth it… I did this for you… so you didn’t have to sleep with her. You just need to calm down.”

Marcus put his hand on my shoulders and squeezed the furry flesh with his fingers. Rubbing his thumb over my muscles. I changed back. Ripped open the door and left them at it.

“We will come to get you later.” He said down the hall from the door.

***

Marcus

Seeing Chris go like that hurt. He really was one of the softer guys. I needed to get going if our efforts were going to yield any fruit. Warden was already busy tying Brendon up on a chair.

“Where is she?” He pointed to the bathroom. I manifested and pulled the door off its hinges when I found it locked. She was bunked down in the shower crying. I didn’t feel sorry for her. She was vile. She needed to be taught a lesson. I understood why Juliet hated her. They were total opposites.

“You do really bring out the worst in us all… You have two minutes. Clean up. Get dressed. Or you’ll sit out there, like that… bound to a chair.” I give her a second of staring at me. Sita wasn’t winning this fight. She got up and started the water. “Good.”

I walked out got clothes and underwear from her bag. I tossed them on the counter in the bathroom. “That’s enough.” I opened the shower door. Threw a towel at her. I left preparing everything we would need.

“At least we know where the leak is. I don’t know what will happen to him if he’s reported.” Warden commented.

I wished Kubra was there. But I also didn’t know how far he was up my father’s ass. I couldn’t call on his help like Chris could on Warden. Warden was on his own. Working under Samuels guidance. He could kind of do what he wanted, just like Michael.

***

“Two weeks of this? And all you’re going to say is that Brendon from Kentucky had come up with the idea after hearing Juliet giving the laptop to Charlene and Carl.”

“Did you get it from the Bertram boy?” Brendon laughed. His thick lips, big face, and long hair irritated me. Sarcastic eyes sneered at me from underneath bushy eyebrows. He wore a pink shirt with his white suit. Not that it was pink anymore. Covered in blood, his white suit was more like a painted canvas.

“No, that idiot doesn’t know anything. His father is keeping him out of everything. All he has to do is stay with Juliet… I traced it… Found it and gave it to Raas.”

“Raas! Now we’re getting somewhere.”

“Isn’t that all we need to know?” Chris asked.

“Yeah, I think it’s time we ask for Samuel.”

“Warden, can you make that happen?” He left the room in a hurry.

A few moments later, there was a knock at the door. “They can’t be back already.” Chris opened the door. Samuel pushed past him into the room, surveying the scene.

He walked over to the table where the laptop was and all the information laid out. Playing the video on the phone, Sita had threatened us with. He adjusted the collar on his shirt, taking off his jacket hanging it over the chair when I handed him the photos. The sound of teeth grinding and his rapid heartbeat made me a little nervous.

Samuel turned around and walked over to Brendon. His facial features contorted in anger. Reaching behind his back, he pulled the gun out stuck into his pants. A flat hand in Warden’s direction, who threw a silencer at him.

“Wait… Samuel…” He screws it tight in a few quick motions.

“BANG!” Brendon’s head fell forward. His chin on his chest.

“What are you doing?” Chris asked, drowned out by Sita’s muffled screams.

“There is one punishment for releasing information.” Samuels’s cold gaze rested on Sita. He walked over to her. The gun lifted. He pushed it against her head. She was sobbing but couldn’t make a sound. We had decided to keep the breathable gag in her mouth when she wouldn’t shut up. It was a long two weeks for her.

For this one… we didn’t say anything. We would all like to see her brains scattered on the wall behind her. Samuel struggled. He took it away, Sita gasped.

“Clean up this freaking mess!” There is another knock at the door. Chris answers it. Four maids push past him with masks on.

“Warden, take her to a holding cell at the Embassy in France.” He jumped into action. Knocking her out with one of those tiny black tubes. Warden picked her up and then put her in the bottom of a trolley the other watchers came in with.

It’s like a well-oiled machine. As Warden left, Samuel turned to us. “Get your stuff and go to Paris. You guys can stay at Louis’s house there. Wait for me. I’ll let you know when you’re needed at the Embassy.

***

Ahasuerus. En-gannim.

Raas was on the floor in front of me, shaking. His long white hair gave him away. It covered his face as the fear oozed out his pores. He knew it was his last minutes alive.

“Jabin, get everything, and let’s start.” Raas held out his hand.

“You have only one tube this time…? It’s been months. I told you to monitor him even more, and you bring less?” Raas didn’t say anything. “Speak!”

“Marcus has been… different these past few months. Juliet has even gotten to a point where she is pulling away from him… Marcus has her where he wants her. He hasn’t touched her or even spoken to her unless she starts something.”

“What else?”

“Qadir…” Just hearing his names made me want to go to earth and kill all of them. “Planned an assassination on Louis Du Pont. It failed.” Two fingers rubbed at my forehead. For a moment… I had thought… Maybe Qadir had done something that would be worth my notice. My hopes were squashed. I walked over to Raas, grabbing his hair.

“Why am I only hearing about this now? Do you even understand what would have happened if he had succeeded? Can you do nothing right? Do you even know what’s going on?”

“I get Marcus’s reports directly from Kubra.” I dropped his head and got up. The hair on my arms stood up, scrutinizing Jabin carefully. If Kubra was deliberately keeping stuff from us… It would be a problem. I glanced at Kubra’s father over my shoulder. The man never flinched or showed any fear.

“Well… then you’re more stupid than I thought… Jabin cut off his arms at the elbows and put the… right side of his head through a level four torture module.”

Raas actually relaxed, knowing he wasn’t going to die. “There is more Sire… Qadir created a diplomatic situation going after Juliet.” I needed to kick something to get the burst of anger out of my system. And Raas was already on the floor. Raas’s voice is low as he strained to talk, “Qadir needs the group split up to get to Louis and then to her.”

“I think there is actually someone out there more stupid than you, Raas. He’s been off the planet so long that he’s forgotten that we don’t make fools of ourselves… What did he do?”

“Evidence of exposing her would force Marcus home. And then they would all have to follow or go their separate ways.”

“He’s getting desperate. Why didn’t he wait till the baby is born?”

“There was a problem with the source… A werewolf woman and a watcher… Marcus got involved and sorted out the problem.”

I cursed loudly. Threw Raas with the heaviest thing I could get my hands on, knocking him out. Shakely, I walk around the glass surface hanging in the air. Not because I was old… But because the thing I wanted the most was giving me the most opposition. He had become my nemesis and has shown himself so worthy of taking my place.

“Send Asher as a decoy and stall as long as you can. Let’s see what happens.” Jabin nodded and left. He’s the only one that doesn’t need to bow to the ground or leave my presence backward. But where did his son’s loyalties lie? “Oh and Jabin.” He stopped didn’t even turn around… Always unwavering. “If Asher doesn’t make it… You will have to go and see what you’re boy is up to.” He nodded a quick acknowledgment.

***

Chris

It was only two weeks later that we were called to the embassy. We’ve been away from home for a month. I haven’t seen Juliet for a month and a half, and I felt it. I didn’t want to be there. I didn’t want to go through all of it.

Louis had let us know that he had left her on the farm. She was okay and healthy. Michael sent us regular messages to report her well-being. But not much else. From the time Louis spent with Micheal on the boat, he had learned everything he needed to know. And if he said there was nothing to worry about, we had to believe him.

“Hey Samuel, how is Juliet?” He tilted his head and studied me for a second. He didn’t say anything playing with his tongue over his teeth.

“She is fine. Just fine. Don’t worry about her.” It wasn’t really a detailed report, but I left it. Not wanting to drag him into a domestic dispute.

The person that met us that first day wasn’t Raas. The vampire that entered the room was a scrawny man… Tall with a very v-shaped face and strong chin. His hair was dark and shaggy and a mess hanging over his eyes.

He introduced himself. “Asher West.” We all shook his hand. He was very monosyllable and talked very slowly. Flinging his very long hair out of his eye the whole time. If he wasn’t doing that… Asher kept sweeping it back with a finger.

The following person that came in scared even me. But Samuel sat up straight, recognizing the man immediately.

His whole face was a battle scar. A cut laid over his forehead that never healed properly. Burns over his face and neck and wrinkling. Pulling his skin taught. His hair was thinned out. I didn’t know if he was just old. Or if it was from all the damage. It was a light grey blond color that made his skin seem even oranger than it probably should look like. Dressed in black cowboy boots, black jeans, a black shirt, and a stylish black jacket. Juliet would have loved him immediately.

He came towards me and bowed in front of me. I got up. The man fell to the floor. “Get up! What are you doing?” He jumped up laughing but also not really. My eyebrows arched. Was the guy all there?

“I am still very nimble… Don’t mind the face… These are all battle scars… I am only five hundred and….” He thinks for a moment studying the roof… “Five… Yeah, five hundred and five.” My gaze traveled to Marcus for a second. He was watching the new addition we’d never met. I could see his mind processing every little detail. He was shorter than me and held out his hand to me. “Silvanus Bazin at your service.” Then a small chuckle and an “mmm” sound.

When he spoke, he had wheezing behind his voice. “It’s an honor to be here… I heard there was some trouble with the missus. Can’t have that… no sirree, can’t have that.” Then the chuckle and then the “mmm” sound.

Asher invited us all to sit. It happened all at once. Silvanus sitting next to him at the head of the table. The former didn’t like it. They glared at each other for a moment, and then they both smiled. Okay, this was the weirdest thing I had ever seen. The one is orange and the other as grey as a pigeon. Shouldn’t Samuel be at the head of the table anyway?