A WALK BETWEEN TWO HEARTS-15

By LORRAINE 0.

PART 15

Madeline tapped her nails on the cool glass of the desktop, her flashing angry brown eyes glued to the monitor in front of her.

Bastard. She murmured under her breath as she took in the sight of Operations pumping furiously over the thrashing body of Simone. Her dark legs were wrapped about his waist as he moved over her, his muscles rippling with each thrust. Simone’s head and shoulders were hanging over the bedside, her eyes shut tight, mouth open as she gasped for air, hands gripping the older mans shoulders. Neither of them seemed aware of the tiny camera moving to capture all angles of them in the throes of passion. Madeline crossed her leg and sat back, unable to pry herself from the erotic scene playing out before her. Despite their differences, she was in love with him and to see him with Simone once again was agonizing.

That should be me. She found herself mumbling tucking a long dark hair back from her eye. Her heart pounded violently in her chest as she turned on the sound. Immediately, she was sorry as the clear sounds of them filled her head. The rustling of the sheets, the sound of their bodies slamming together, Simone’s gasps and moans as she started to climax yet again, and worse, the sound of Operations grunting like a wild animal as he thrust faster and faster into Simone’s tiny body. Madeline squeezed her eyes shut and forced herself to turn the screen off.

Not again Simone,,, not again.

Simone gripped his hard body with her legs, pulling him in deeper and harder as he pushed into her, filling her with his member, wishing desperately it was Michael making love to her so furiously. Unwanted and guilty waves of passion washed over her, her body betraying her heart once again. Operations gave another few pushes and then rolled off of her rather unceremoniously, pulling the sheets over his midriff. Simone turned to her side, her back to him and tried to hold back the tears that threatened to overflow her dark eyes.

You can get dressed now my dear. He finally said after a few minutes as he gave her hip a firm slap, dismissing her from his bed like a common whore.

Sitting up, she clutched the sheet about her nude body and headed for the bathroom, picking up her discarded clothes as she went.

Simone.

His voice stopped her cold and she slowly stood upright, refusing to turn to face him.

He chuckled lowly and got up from the bed. Simone heard him approach her and held her breath, hoping he would leave her be but knew better then that when she felt his hands glide over her slender bared shoulders. With one hand, he pulled the clothes from her hands and dropped them onto the floor, turning her to face him.

Simone closed her eyes, fighting back the panic as she felt his hands then tug at the sheets she held so tightly at her chest.

Don’t be so obvious or I will make you start all over again. His voice was harsh in her ear as he proceeded to bite it almost to the point where it was painful.

Gasping, Simone reluctantly let the sheets go, allowing them to be pulled from her body and onto the floor at their feet.

Operations stooped down scooping her up easily in his arms, forcing her legs to wrap about his waist.

Simone had to hold onto his shoulders in order to not fall and gasped as she felt him position her onto his already hardened member yet once again. Closing her eyes so she wouldn’t have to look at him, she gasped aloud when he forced her down onto it, filling her to the hilt with himself.

He laughed as he cupped her small bottom in his hands, moving her up and down on himself, watching the play of emotions she tried so hard to hide from her face. He knew she loved the feelings he was giving her and also knew it wasn’t him she thought of.

Maybe, we will start all over again anyways. He grunted in her neck.

Michael watched Tristan as he studied the show on the television before him. His face seemed calm, almost unfeeling as the cartoon played out.

Stretching out his legs, Michael sipped the cold milk he held in his hand, his senses still on high alert as the storm outside began to subside at last.

Tristan sat cross-legged on the floor, his eyes bright yet totally focused on the images on the screen. It had been almost 2 hours since his arrival at the house and yet no other adults seemed to be around. The thought perplexed him greatly. He didn’t like the idea of the child being alone.

So, just why are you here? Tristans voice snapped Michael out of his deep thoughts and he turned, regarding the young boy with quiet interest.

Operations sent me. He said simply setting his milk down on the coffee table, resting his back into the comfortable couch.

Tristan gave a smirk, spinning around in circles on the hardwood floor. Have you seen Simone? She’s my mom.

Michael’s stomach dropped at the mention of her name and became increasingly uncomfortable, yet was careful to keep it hidden.

But.. I suppose you knew that already,, right? He laughed a high-pitched laugh and stopped his spinning, giggling all the more as he enjoyed the dizzy sensation in his head.

What did they tell you about us?

Not too much other then you were both busy. High-level ops. The usual garbage. He said crunching down on the last of his cookie. Cocking his head to the side, he paused before continuing. What they tell you about me?

Michael stared back at the boy, his mind struggling between telling him the truth and lying. For once in his life, Michael felt at a loss as to what to do. Losing control of the situation wasn’t familiar to him and it was a feeling he didn’t particularly enjoy.

The sound of a telephone interrupted the silence and Tristan got to his feet, running down the hallway. Michael got to his feet and caught him by the arm just as he picked up the receiver. Tristan made a face and gave the phone to him, stepping back.

Yes?

Michael?

Yes.

Simone here. I am on my way. I should be there by morning. There is a secret room, Tristan will show you where, go there for further instructions from Operations. Do you understand?

Yes.

Good.

The sound of her hanging up was a clear indication, he wouldn’t get any more info from her, and so he too hung the phone up. Looking down at Tristan, he tucked his loose hair back behind his ears. Where is the room? He asked.

Tristan grabbed his hand, pulling him down the hallway and towards the great stairs. After going down to the basement, Tristan flipped on the light switch and pointed to what was seemingly a big stonewall. There.

Michael looked at the wall and then back down to Tristan.

Open it.

Wordlessly, the young boy walked to the wall, pushed on three stones and the wall opened revealing a spacious room full of obviously Section One materials and computers.

I am gonna watch the rest of Scooby.

Michael nodded and entered the room after he saw him disappear up the stairs. Casting his dark green eyes about the room, he saw a desk with a computer, its screen flashing the word message in bold black letters. Pulling the chair out, he sat down and pressed in his code.

Immediately, the face of Operations came into view. Looking up, he began. As you can see, we did indeed keep the boy alive and well. If you want him to stay that way, you will follow Simone’s orders to the letter. If not, he dies. Do I make myself clear?

Michael inclined his head but remained silent.

Operations gave him a sardonic smile. Good. Simone sends her love. He reached off camera and pulled the naked form of Simone to his side, clutching the bed sheets to her chest.

Michael stiffened when he saw her state of undress, her usually perfectly styled hair hung down wildly in her eyes and over her bare shoulders.

Operations pulled her onto his lap, his steel grey eyes watching Michael’s face for any reaction as he obviously groped her between her legs. Simone turned her face away in shame, not wanting Michael to see her, her other hand trying to push him from her

. Operations laughed and kissed her forcefully before pushing her up off his lap and off camera.

I can see why you loved her so much Michael. She’s a wild one. Much like Nikita. What a choice to make. Glad I’m not you.

The screen went blank, leaving Michael with a sick angry feeling in his gut. Getting to his feet, he clenched his jaw muscles tightly and made his way back to the mysterious little boy called Tristan, vowing to kill Operations one day.

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