Chapter 8 - Caged Lion Without Her

Brian's POV:

Each fucking day that has passed since the first night I met her, it has been one of growing agony for me. Not to speak about the nights…. I can’t sleep, I barely eat, I’m forcing myself to keep my all businesses working agenda, I go straight home from work, and I’M ON THE WALLS LIKE A FUCKING CAGED LION WITHOUT HER! IT’S BEEN A FUCKING MONTH AND THERE’S NO FUCKING NEWS FROM HER COMING BACK! I’m all over the place…. Women? Fuck no! I can’t have another. And I’m worried to my core for her life! That shit is fucking dangerous! I always have my right hand, Jefferson, to call her boss for news, any news, telling him my worries for her life, and he always answers the same.

“No news yet. Don’t worry. She’s not dead. If she was, I would have known.”

Take that as a relief, right?! FUCK! Oh yeah, and I’ve developed another addiction, besides baby Stacey herself, I’m like drugged to my fucking phone for news about her. Yeah…. I’m so fucking changed since I’ve met THIS CRAZY BABY WHO’S SENDING ME TO FUCKING HOSPICE IF SHE DOESN’T COME BACK SOON! No, I’ve never been like this. No joke. It’s fucking real. She’s possessing my soul, heart, mind, manhood, blood, life, breath, and you fucking name it! I’m so damn fucked….

Anyhow, it’s the night that closes the one month. I’m on my bed, as always, wearing a pair of dark blue satin pants, upper part naked, legs crossed, staring at the fucking ceiling, with my arms under my head, with the fucking phone on my abdomen, thinking about her, waiting for news. It’s midnight, as I’ve just checked the phone a millionth time…. Oh yes….

My phone is ringing, and I jump to fucking answer it…. It’s fucking Jack…. Man!

“Yeah….” I answer with disappointment.

“Not coming in the club to hang out? Come on, man…. It’s been a fucking month.” I’m closing my eyes and my heart is swollen in pain. Not for the club, for my baby.

“No.” Straight answer.

“No news, huh?” Yeah, they know my plans and that she’s mine as in my future wife. I sigh in agony.

“Nope.” He sighs as well, and they are in the club as there is music and all that. Some women voices are present. I’m so fucking idle inside, like life is getting sucked out of me. Never felt like this.

“We have our men, too, after her. No news on this side as well. There’s indeed nothing. As if she’s fucking out of this Earth. Well, she is who she is, so it’s not unusual to be untraceable. Look, man. We’re concerned about you. You need to fucking get out and take your mind away from her for a while. It’s not healthy what you’re doing. It’s been weeks.” Healthy or not, I can’t fucking do anything about it…. I’m clenching my jawline as I’m in a burning fire in my body and I’m so fucked up.

“Anything else?” He groans in annoyance as I’m dismissing him. I’m in my dry, heavy voice.

“You fucking kill me, man.” Whatever….

“He’s not coming?” Robert, in the background. Nope.

“No. He’s probably in-home arrest at this hour, and he’s not fucking married yet. Ha-ha!” I end the call as they’re pissing me off.

Fucking assholes…. When you fucking love, you don’t need shit like that anymore…. I just want my baby….

The moment I end the call, I receive a text message, and I open it with light speed as it’s from her boss’s phone number. My baby! I’m in a sitting position, looking on the screen.

‘I know you would want to see her first after a month. Click the link and watch the video as it’s from five minutes ago. Come to the agency. She’s landing in a few hours. She’s safe and crazy….’

My entire face is lighting up in a smile, and my heart is racing against my entire body. OH! MY BABY! Thank God…. Let’s see my crazy baby love…. I can’t wait….

I touch the link and the video starts with my breath cut in anticipation and I feel like crying in happiness, but I don’t.

She’s in an airplane, a jet something, as I’m seeing inside from above the scene and you can see the entire inside. Must be hidden cameras from the agency. She’s with some other four guys. They are built like me. Baby Stacey is in a similar outfit like last time. She’s yelling at one of the guys and they are all with their heads down in front of her.

Man! My baby…. I so missed you…. I love you so much…. She’s pale…. And angry baby….

I’m smirking at her sight but worried about her as she seems to not feel well, yet she’s acting like she is.

“Don’t you dare not follow my orders again, Sam! When I say stay there and let me do it on my own, you do it! I’m fine! I don’t die if alone!”

WHAT?! WHAT’S SHE SAYING?! My veins gain a demented speed of blood and my heart is under attacks hearing that….

“But when you come crossing my fucking orders, I have you on my fucking back to protect! There are team moments, and there are leader moments! If you cross my fucking order, you can fucking compromise the entire mission!”

He wants to say something, but she cuts him off.

“I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT! I KNOW! I WAS DOWN! BUT I DON’T FUCKING STAY DOWN! THE MISSION MUST BE A SUCCESS NO MATTER THE CASUALTIES! YOU HAD THE TARGET TO TAKE THE STUFF OUT AND WAIT FOR ME WHERE WE’D DECIDED! YOU DON’T COME BACK FOR ME WHEN I PRECISELY TOLD YOU NOT TO! YOU ALMOST GOT SHOT IN YOUR FUCKING HEAD IF I WOULDN’T GET UP AND ELIMINATE HIM!” She’s motioning her right hand at him per her words and my heart is captured in a shoot out hearing all that about her!

YOU WHAT?! THE FUCK YOU’LL DO WHAT YOU’RE DOING FROM THIS NIGHT ON! NO MORE! YOU’RE MINE AND ONLY MINE!

Yeah, I’m standing, breathing like a fucking monster, assessing her person for wounds or something as much as I can see in the video, and she doesn’t seem hurt, but she’s without color in her cheeks and her eyes are ignited in both tiredness and rage.

“I’m sorry, sir.” He answers without raising his eyes at her and she’s bobbing her head with a crazy spark in her baby eyes.

Oh! You’re out of everything, baby! WATCH ME!

“Good. Don’t fucking disturb me until we fucking land. If I fall asleep you don’t wake me up before landing. AND PUT YOUR FUCKING BRAINS BACK IN ORDER! ONE MISTAKE AND YOU’RE ALL DONE BY MY FUCKING HAND! You’re all under my fucking close watch in your all for the next month. Don’t get cocky you’re all with remarkable skills. On the field is fucking real. I don’t care what your former leaders say about you. I’m above everyone in the fucking agency and you all do as I say. It’s for your own damn good. I want the team I go inside missions with to get it all back with me. NOT FUCKING CORPSES! Fucking losers….” She’s turning around with a roll of eyes, a growling position of her lips and an inflamed frown, rubbing the back of her head with her right hand, walking to a seat, and they’re now staring at her back.

She’s not fine at all…. What happened to you there, baby? YOU FUCKING KILL ME! But she’s back now…. She’s safe at least…. She’s back to me…. My baby Stacey is back….

I’m with hurried steps to go and change myself, to get to the agency as fast as possible and see my baby face to face, watching the video. I’ve got earthquakes of different feelings inside of me. Like a mix of sorrow, relief, love, want of her and you fucking name it. It’s like she’s mine since forever and we’ve been separated all this life until now.

“Yes, sir!” They’re with a break of heart stare at her as they fucking know what went down.

They’re now looking at each other and one of them signals with his stare at them. They take their seats as well while she’s raising her legs on the seat in front of her, crossing them, and laying her back on her seat, fishing out her phone from her blazer with a sigh. The guys are all silent and with their eyes on her. She’s ignoring them and says nothing more. And the video ends.

Finally mine…. It’s starting, love…. You’ve pained me…. Now it’s recovery time…. FUCK YES!