Brock had checked out the area around the warehouse since he was almost sure that this guy was some sort of scam, but it had been Lester's recommendation so he agreed.
Everything seemed calm and okay, nobody who passed by looked nervous, and even if this was a trap, the area was good to get away from unharmed.
Ace doesn't leave the house. Hell, he barely leaves the basement. This means that whenever a deal has to be made outside, Aaron is the one who has to actually deal with buyers. He's being tracked, of course, and listened to, but his brother doesn't have eyes on him for now.
It's a relief.
He waits inside the warehouse next to the crates, waiting for this mysterious buyer. He has an earpiece in, so Ace can hear and talk to him, and the tracker is tight around his ankle. Just one more deal before he goes back to the house.
thick ass. bubble butt. flat ass. toned ass. thick waist. narrow hips. average hips. wide hips. curvy frame.muscular frame.chubby frame. petite frame. lanky frame.voluptuous frame. lean frame. skinny. long legs. stumpy. average legs. thick thighs. muscular thighs. toned thighs. slender thighs. beer belly. toned stomach. flat stomach. feminine frame.masculine frame. six pack.Big boobs. small boobs. no boobs. harsh facial features. baby face. soft features. freckles. scars. moles. dimples. braces. tattoos. piercings. pigtails. messy hair. pixie-cut. bald. long hair.short-shaved. ponytail. clipped back fringe. shoulder length. bob cut. old-fashioned hairstyle. dreadlocks.bun. braids. shaved side. mohawk. buzz cut. afro. asymmetric. crown braid. wavy short. cotton buns. fade. comb over. side part. facial hair. styled goatee.
► Wardrobe
tight pants. jeans. shorts. short-shorts. jean shorts. pajama pants. dungarees. skirt-dungarees. leggings. tights. yoga pants. basketball shorts. lingerie. boxers. briefs. thongs. knee-high socks. socks. pencil skirt. long skirt. mini skirt.tutu.corset.sports bra.t-shirt. sweater. sweater vest. tight shirts. leather jacket. tank top. blouse. cardigan. button-up shirt. v-neck. crop top. flannels. hoodies. polo shirt. racerback shirts. boob tube. sun dress.1-shoulder dress.Strapless. jumper dress. apron dress. shirt dress. ball gown. nightgown. High heels. ballet shoes. jelly shoes. sandals. rain boots.sneakers. stripper heels.flats.knee-high boots. cowboy boots.timberland boots. dr. martens. slip-ons. slippers. motorcycle boots. chukkas. loafers. dress boots. lots of layers. beanies. top hat. sunhat. cap.
► has your muse ever…
broken something. had a near death experience. killed someone (and succeeded). killed someone (and failed). self-harmed. attempted suicide. had surgery. kissed the same sex. had sex. had sex and regretted it. lost a loved one. had a pet. gotten arrested. gotten married. divorced. cheated. gotten shot (at). been stabbed.witnessed death. taken drugs. gotten drunk. played with an ouija board. been in a car accident. gotten stitches. invented something. had a kid.had something slipped into their food / drink. been kidnapped. been sexually assaulted. been bullied. bullied someone. had a stalker. been betrayed. been a traitor. been abused. gotten away with crime.
“Um… it must have been another number. I can’t send pictures, and besides I’m…” He trailed off. The last thing he wanted was to disappoint him. “I’m sorry.”
“I wish I could control myself better around you, but when I see you, all I want to do is rip your clothes off and fuck you.”
Bucky bit his lower lip and then released it as he looked away with a grin. “Really?” He chuckled, a playful look in his eyes. “Why don’t you act on those desires? Or are you not man enough?”
“Don’t you lay a finger on me!” (Brock mortally wounded, but still doesn't want Kimi's help. Or her near him. Brock at her mercy. What do you think?)
“Shut your ass up, Brock.”,she muttered. Kimiko needed a better look at the injury. As his shirt was making it rather impossible to tell how horrible it was. She rolled her eyes at his anger as she carefully gripped the fabric in one hand and popped a claw. Slashing up the fabric, she added,”I’m literally the only person keeping your sorry ass alive.”
Did you tell anyone else about it? (Brock to Smurf)
Her stomach twisted in knots when he asked this. Of course she hadn’t told anyone else. At the time she found out about it, she thought keeping it secret was best. No one aside from her employee. God how stupid had she been. How everloving stupid and desperate.
Kimiko set her hand on her stomach gently. Looking up at him, she answered,”No. I felt I could handle it by myself. I haven’t told anyone other than my employee.”
It had been a somewhat comfortable time in the cabin. But it wasn’t as lonely as she thought it would be. As Brock would sometimes come into her room. Not to hurt her or the baby. But to ask her how she’s doing. Now and then touching her stomach. To feel the little monster he put inside her kick. Something she was starting to find annoying. A part of her couldn’t wait to just give birth and be done with both of them.
Over the past few months, she’d grown to despise the baby. If it weren’t for it, she’d be home. Home with her beautiful wife, her pets, and going on with life as usual. Instead she was just stuck there. Waiting for the next however long she had until she’d give birth. Which was starting to make her stir crazy. Laying on her back on the bed, she stared at the ceiling. There was plenty to do but she wanted to walk. Walk for as far as she wanted and as long as she wanted to go.
Brock had a rule against that, of course.
Kimiko could only walk around the house. Or inside the house too. If the weather wasn’t good that is. Like today. It was pouring outside so she couldn’t walk around like she needed. Well, wanted. Getting up off the bed, she decided to just walk around the house. Better to do that instead of pouting in her room all day. She toyed with her hair as she headed out of her bedroom. When she was half-way down the stairs, she caught a familiar scent. One that she hadn’t smelled in a long time...
Raze.
Her eyes widened as she hurried down the stairs. Just to see her younger brother standing there. Holding the bottle of prenatal pills that Brock provided for her. His expression was strange mixture of anger and sadness. But she couldn’t understand why. Why was Raze upset? Toying with the hem of her shirt, she cleared her throat. Then headed into the kitchen. Raze set the pills on the counter as he turned to her. A small smile on his face as he looked her in the eye. It faded when he glanced down at her visibly pregnant belly and a look of anger replaced it. Whether it was at her or at Brock, she wasn’t entirely sure. Kimiko was sure that getting closer to him was going to be a mistake. But she missed him. Being able to speak with him or even possibly hug him. Even if he didn’t look like he wanted one.
With a small smile, she said,”Hello, Raze. It’s been a while. I really missed you.”
“...how the fuck are you pregnant?”,he asked in a low voice. Nothing about where he’d been. Or how he even found her. Just why she was pregnant? That sort of hurt. Putting her hands on her stomach, she quipped,”Geez, Raze. I thought you were old enough to know how that works. I didn’t think I’d have to teach an adult the birds and the bees.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”,Raze hissed. Glaring her in the eyes as he grabbed her shoulders. His hands hurting her shoulders as he pulled her close. Either to get a better look at her or to intimidate her. She wasn’t entirely sure. Kimiko resisted the urge to shake off his hands as she stared at her pregnant belly. In a low voice, she answered,”Brock had been blackmailing me for a while now...he...he got me pregnant. I tried to get an abortion and he kidnapped me. Threatening to hurt people if I tried to get help.”
“He’s still doing that and I’ve been...I’ve just been not resisting him. Things have been going fine. He promised that when it’s born, he’ll leave me alone.”,she added. It was the wisest decision in her mind. Don’t resist. Let the baby grow and when she gave birth, neither would speak to each other again. He wouldn’t make her do whatever he needed again. He’d give their baby to the couple that wanted it. Kimiko felt like it was the wisest decision.
Raze let go of her left shoulder to grip her chin. The look on his face was mostly of concern. But she could detect some anger in it as well. He stared her in the eye as he seemed to be thinking. In a gentle voice, he said,”I can’t let him do this to you, Kimiko.”
“I’m sorry for what I’m about to do.”,he added. Before she could ask anything, he covered her mouth with his hand. Let go of her right shoulder, popped his claws, and drove them deep into her belly. Twisting it as he stabbed at the baby inside her.
Screams of pain and fear poured out of her. Muffled by her younger brother’s hand as he pushed her against the wall. Keeping her pinned there as he continued to stab at her belly. This went on for what felt like an eternity before he stopped. His arm up to the elbow was covered in her blood. And she was too scared to look down at the injury. Scared to see what became of the baby that Brock was going to sell. Afraid of what was going to happen when he found out...when he found out the baby was definitely dead. Kimiko pulled her brother’s hand off her mouth. Tears pouring down her face as she stared up at him. Then, mustering all her courage, she stared down at the wounds.
Parts of her were sticking out through her shirt and skin. There was no way that the fetus survived. Not with how her guts looked. Holding her hands over her stomach, she stared up at her younger brother. In a fear choked voice, she asked,”Do you know what you just did? You stupid, stupid child?!”
“I freed you from it and Brock.”,Raze answered. Ignoring the insult she slung at him. He quickly picked her up bridal style as he continued,”Now, I’m going to get you cleaned up. Dressed. And we’ll leave this shit-hole.”
“No! No! No! If he finds me gone, he’ll hurt my wife! He’ll kill her! How could you?!”,she yelled. Squirming and fighting to get away from Raze. The blood loss making it difficult to properly do so. Her brother ignored her as he took her upstairs. Checking a few of the rooms to find the bathroom. When he did, he set her on the toilet lid and quickly got the bath running. Ignoring his older sister’s tears as he got her undressed. Kimiko didn’t fight him as he got her into the bathtub. Nor did she fight him when he washed the blood off of her. Her whole body felt numb but her injuries were healing.
As soon as she was clean, he drained the tub. Helped her out of it and wrapped her in a towel. When he left her alone for a bit, she touched her stomach absentmindedly. The skin was now smoothed over, but she couldn’t feel the baby moving. All she felt was a horrible stillness. Something she hadn’t pictured ever happening. Kimiko quickly dried herself off as Raze came in with dry clothes. She draped the towels over their rack before taking her outfit. Quickly slipping it on as Raze got his phone out. He quickly texted someone as he lead her into her bedroom. Helping her pack a bag before rushing her out of the house. When he got her into a car parked next to it. Soon as he got behind the wheel, he said,”I’ve got someone protecting Belinda until we get to her.”
“You’re both coming with me to Madripoor and that’s final.”,Raze added. His tone suggesting that Kimiko couldn’t sway him. And once she was properly buckled in, he drove off. Every part of her was screaming in fear. This was going to go well. Brock wasn’t going to be happy. But a small part of her was relieved. She wasn’t pregnant anymore...she wasn’t carrying her blackmailer’s baby anymore. And she was going back to her wife. Something she wanted for a long time.
She hugged her bag to her chest as she stared at her feet. Hopefully, things weren’t going to get worse.
