Fish_Tales
Against the Current
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Katheryn Wallace and Marcus Fletcher
This is an old story that died, but I'd like to restart it, only I'm changing the setting up a little bit.
Kate and Marcus have had an...interesting history together. Kate's father owns and runs a large casino and hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada. But no matter how successful, his real success is his occupation as a weapons dealer. The casino is his cover. Not even his own daughter, Kate, knows about it. She's not completely stupid, though. She knows a lot of his money is dirty, but she doesn't care to ask any questions.
Marcus used to work with Kate's dad when he was 18. That's when the two met, although Kate always thought he was some 'business' associate of her dad's. The two were young, wild and reckless, and saw each other in secret since she was never allowed to date anyone her dad worked with. But after a few years, Marcus quit. He quit the dangerous life, but in order to be relieved of employment, he had to agree never to see Kate again.
Jump forward five years.
Marcus is in trouble. He owes some people money, and lots of it. He comes back to Kate's dad for work, and instead he offers Marcus a different job. As Kate's bodyguard.
The reunion will surely be an interesting one, and Kate won't exactly be happy to see him, nor will she make his 'job' easy.
There's a lot more detail that probably needs to be discussed, so if you're at least interested thus far or want to add your own ideas or tweak mine, I'm more than happy to work with you. Please PM.
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Fletcher watched as Rossi nodded to one of his goons.
The goon, dressed in a two thousand dollar suit, stepped forward and lit his boss' cigarette. Fletcher winced. Cigarettes caused cancer. That’s why he was here.
Cancer.
Her cancer.
Rossi made an elaborate scene of taking a long draw on the cigarette and the end lit up, a burst of red glowed in the dim light and the low sound of the tobacco burning sounded like green sticks on a campfire. He drew the smoke deep into his lungs and nodded again to the goon, who this time stepped back into his place behind his boss.
Fletcher stood there, ten feet from the mobster, his face impassive. Rossi was making him wait. He made everyone wait. It showed his power.
Suck it in. Maybe cancer will get you. I hope so.
But don’t die yet. I need you.
For her.
Rossi blew the smoke out of his nose slowly, the white puff slowly rising and turning into thin blue tendrils that arched towards the roof of the warehouse, dancing with each other in a slow race to oblivion. Everyone was silent.
Then Rossi spoke.
“I didn’t think I’d see you again,” he said. “You have a lot of balls meeting me.”
Fletcher nodded.
“You’re a man of your word. I’ve got no problem meeting you here.” He paused. "And yes, I have a lot of balls. I'm a man of my word too."
“Man?” chuckled Rossi. “You’re a kid. A gutsy kid, I’ll give you that. But you’re still a kid.”
Fletcher shook his head.
“I’m not a kid, and you know that,” he said. “Especially after Cancion.”
Rossi’s eyes narrowed.
“You cost me a lot in Cancion,” he growled, “and five good men. Don’t bring it up anymore or maybe you'll lose those balls.”
“I won’t,” said Fletcher, “but now I need you.”
The older man nodded, his grey hair slicked back on his head, not moving at all. He took another puff of the cigarette, this one more casual, the urgency having left him, the effect of the first drag calming him already. A nicotine-induced narcolepsy. Fletcher knew better. The old man never slept, especially when there was money to be made or a favour to be called in.
“And now you want money?”
Fletcher nodded.
“Yes.”
“You want half a million dollars?”
“Yes.”
“Because your niece is still sick?”
“Yes.”
Rossi looked at him, and then looked at his watch and then raised his head back up to to look at Fletcher, letting him know his sick niece was taking up valuable time.
“What happened to the money you had?” he asked. “You must have done well with Wallace.”
“I did,” nodded Fletcher, hating himself for having to divulge personal details to this hyena, but he had no choice.
Not if I want to save her.
“So?” asked Rossi.
“So,” he continued, “most of it was used up when we first treated the cancer. But now it’s back. My sister has no insurance and her husband stole everything from her accounts. The disease is back. My niece will not die….If I can help it.”
Rossi raised an eyebrow.
“You mean if I help you?”
Fletcher nodded.
“Yes.”
“Half a million dollars is a lot to give to someone who nearly ruined me,” said Rossi, “and not to forget, also tried to kill me.”
Fletcher smirked.
“But I didn’t,” he said. “Ruin you or kill you.”
“Only because you left Wallace.”
“Yes.”
Rossi finished the cigarette and dropped it onto the concrete floor of the warehouse. It smouldered and he made no effort to stub it out with his foot.
His fucking shoes could probably pay for her first treatment. I should….
He had to remain calm. There were six of them and only him. It wouldn’t help his niece if he was killed. He had to make sure he remained calm and followed the plan he’d set for himself.
He remembered what his uncle used to say:
Sometimes you have to lie down with the dogs if you wanted to get the bone.
He needed the bone.
She needed it.
Or she’d die.
“So,” said Rossi, “I give you half a million dollars. What do I get?”
“You get it back,” said Fletcher, “with interest.”
“What do I want with interest? I’m already rich. Is that all?”
“Me.”
“What?”
“You get me.”
Rossi took a deep breath.
“As much as I would like that, I would not be maintaining my reputation as a prudent businessman if I didn’t ask for interest. Interest is one hundred thousand in two months, followed by the balance in six months.”
Fletcher listened to the gangster, pretending to weigh up his options. In reality, there was no other option. He would accept anything, take any offer.
For her.
He nodded.
“That’s ok,” he said smiling. “Probably better that I don’t work for you. I have enough enemies as it is.”
The goons all stepped a little closer in behind their boss, their shoes clicking on the concrete floor.
Rossi waved his hand in the air.
“It’s ok,” he said with an apologetic smile, “they’re just doing it for effect.”
“I’m not worried by them.”
“I know that,” sighed Rossi. “But they don’t know that, they think that muscles will buy them success in the scare business.”
Fletcher smiled.
“Not against me it won’t,” he said.
Rossi nodded.
“I know.”
Rossi drew in his breath.
“I’ll give you the money,” he said. “Half a million. But you must agree to the terms. One hundred thousand dollars in two months, then the balance of my total investment in 6 months.”
Fletcher nodded. He looked impassive, but his insides were churning. Not from fear, but from disgust. He'd done some bad things in his time, but he had never dealt with Rossi and his type. Faust had nothing on this, he’d only dealt with the devil.
Fletcher was dealing with the devil’s father.
“Yes, I agree.”
What else could he do?
She was going to die if he couldn’t do something.
Rossi smiled.
“Well,” he said, “you’ll have your money.”
“Thank you.”
“But if you fuck up,” he said, “it won’t be just you I come for. It will be your sister as well.”
Rossi paused.
“Then your niece will not only be sick, she’ll be an orphan as well.”
Fletcher tensed. He didn’t want to deal with Rossi, but he had to.
For her.
For now.
He nodded at the soulless shell of a man in front of him.
If only his soul was as white as his teeth....
“Yes.”
“You’ll pay me back.”
“Yes.”
It was done. He would have the money, but he'd have to find a way to pay it back.
I’ll worry about that later.
First, I have to save her.
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Katheryn Wallace and Marcus Fletcher
This is an old story that died, but I'd like to restart it, only I'm changing the setting up a little bit.
Kate and Marcus have had an...interesting history together. Kate's father owns and runs a large casino and hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada. But no matter how successful, his real success is his occupation as a weapons dealer. The casino is his cover. Not even his own daughter, Kate, knows about it. She's not completely stupid, though. She knows a lot of his money is dirty, but she doesn't care to ask any questions.
Marcus used to work with Kate's dad when he was 18. That's when the two met, although Kate always thought he was some 'business' associate of her dad's. The two were young, wild and reckless, and saw each other in secret since she was never allowed to date anyone her dad worked with. But after a few years, Marcus quit. He quit the dangerous life, but in order to be relieved of employment, he had to agree never to see Kate again.
Jump forward five years.
Marcus is in trouble. He owes some people money, and lots of it. He comes back to Kate's dad for work, and instead he offers Marcus a different job. As Kate's bodyguard.
The reunion will surely be an interesting one, and Kate won't exactly be happy to see him, nor will she make his 'job' easy.
There's a lot more detail that probably needs to be discussed, so if you're at least interested thus far or want to add your own ideas or tweak mine, I'm more than happy to work with you. Please PM.
***********************************************************
Fletcher watched as Rossi nodded to one of his goons.
The goon, dressed in a two thousand dollar suit, stepped forward and lit his boss' cigarette. Fletcher winced. Cigarettes caused cancer. That’s why he was here.
Cancer.
Her cancer.
Rossi made an elaborate scene of taking a long draw on the cigarette and the end lit up, a burst of red glowed in the dim light and the low sound of the tobacco burning sounded like green sticks on a campfire. He drew the smoke deep into his lungs and nodded again to the goon, who this time stepped back into his place behind his boss.
Fletcher stood there, ten feet from the mobster, his face impassive. Rossi was making him wait. He made everyone wait. It showed his power.
Suck it in. Maybe cancer will get you. I hope so.
But don’t die yet. I need you.
For her.
Rossi blew the smoke out of his nose slowly, the white puff slowly rising and turning into thin blue tendrils that arched towards the roof of the warehouse, dancing with each other in a slow race to oblivion. Everyone was silent.
Then Rossi spoke.
“I didn’t think I’d see you again,” he said. “You have a lot of balls meeting me.”
Fletcher nodded.
“You’re a man of your word. I’ve got no problem meeting you here.” He paused. "And yes, I have a lot of balls. I'm a man of my word too."
“Man?” chuckled Rossi. “You’re a kid. A gutsy kid, I’ll give you that. But you’re still a kid.”
Fletcher shook his head.
“I’m not a kid, and you know that,” he said. “Especially after Cancion.”
Rossi’s eyes narrowed.
“You cost me a lot in Cancion,” he growled, “and five good men. Don’t bring it up anymore or maybe you'll lose those balls.”
“I won’t,” said Fletcher, “but now I need you.”
The older man nodded, his grey hair slicked back on his head, not moving at all. He took another puff of the cigarette, this one more casual, the urgency having left him, the effect of the first drag calming him already. A nicotine-induced narcolepsy. Fletcher knew better. The old man never slept, especially when there was money to be made or a favour to be called in.
“And now you want money?”
Fletcher nodded.
“Yes.”
“You want half a million dollars?”
“Yes.”
“Because your niece is still sick?”
“Yes.”
Rossi looked at him, and then looked at his watch and then raised his head back up to to look at Fletcher, letting him know his sick niece was taking up valuable time.
“What happened to the money you had?” he asked. “You must have done well with Wallace.”
“I did,” nodded Fletcher, hating himself for having to divulge personal details to this hyena, but he had no choice.
Not if I want to save her.
“So?” asked Rossi.
“So,” he continued, “most of it was used up when we first treated the cancer. But now it’s back. My sister has no insurance and her husband stole everything from her accounts. The disease is back. My niece will not die….If I can help it.”
Rossi raised an eyebrow.
“You mean if I help you?”
Fletcher nodded.
“Yes.”
“Half a million dollars is a lot to give to someone who nearly ruined me,” said Rossi, “and not to forget, also tried to kill me.”
Fletcher smirked.
“But I didn’t,” he said. “Ruin you or kill you.”
“Only because you left Wallace.”
“Yes.”
Rossi finished the cigarette and dropped it onto the concrete floor of the warehouse. It smouldered and he made no effort to stub it out with his foot.
His fucking shoes could probably pay for her first treatment. I should….
He had to remain calm. There were six of them and only him. It wouldn’t help his niece if he was killed. He had to make sure he remained calm and followed the plan he’d set for himself.
He remembered what his uncle used to say:
Sometimes you have to lie down with the dogs if you wanted to get the bone.
He needed the bone.
She needed it.
Or she’d die.
“So,” said Rossi, “I give you half a million dollars. What do I get?”
“You get it back,” said Fletcher, “with interest.”
“What do I want with interest? I’m already rich. Is that all?”
“Me.”
“What?”
“You get me.”
Rossi took a deep breath.
“As much as I would like that, I would not be maintaining my reputation as a prudent businessman if I didn’t ask for interest. Interest is one hundred thousand in two months, followed by the balance in six months.”
Fletcher listened to the gangster, pretending to weigh up his options. In reality, there was no other option. He would accept anything, take any offer.
For her.
He nodded.
“That’s ok,” he said smiling. “Probably better that I don’t work for you. I have enough enemies as it is.”
The goons all stepped a little closer in behind their boss, their shoes clicking on the concrete floor.
Rossi waved his hand in the air.
“It’s ok,” he said with an apologetic smile, “they’re just doing it for effect.”
“I’m not worried by them.”
“I know that,” sighed Rossi. “But they don’t know that, they think that muscles will buy them success in the scare business.”
Fletcher smiled.
“Not against me it won’t,” he said.
Rossi nodded.
“I know.”
Rossi drew in his breath.
“I’ll give you the money,” he said. “Half a million. But you must agree to the terms. One hundred thousand dollars in two months, then the balance of my total investment in 6 months.”
Fletcher nodded. He looked impassive, but his insides were churning. Not from fear, but from disgust. He'd done some bad things in his time, but he had never dealt with Rossi and his type. Faust had nothing on this, he’d only dealt with the devil.
Fletcher was dealing with the devil’s father.
“Yes, I agree.”
What else could he do?
She was going to die if he couldn’t do something.
Rossi smiled.
“Well,” he said, “you’ll have your money.”
“Thank you.”
“But if you fuck up,” he said, “it won’t be just you I come for. It will be your sister as well.”
Rossi paused.
“Then your niece will not only be sick, she’ll be an orphan as well.”
Fletcher tensed. He didn’t want to deal with Rossi, but he had to.
For her.
For now.
He nodded at the soulless shell of a man in front of him.
If only his soul was as white as his teeth....
“Yes.”
“You’ll pay me back.”
“Yes.”
It was done. He would have the money, but he'd have to find a way to pay it back.
I’ll worry about that later.
First, I have to save her.
