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Lloyd Hansen is an idiot. An idiot that everyone hates because he is really good. Sure, that really was the view of everyone in that environment of disgust, until one man alone was able to throw away his entire temple and his house.
But everything was a chronicle of a death foretold, everyone knew how that story was going to end, that's why no one was surprised when his dead image leaked in the fountain, with a bullet wound in the abdomen.
Of course, except you. Because out of the three billion people in the world, you were the only one who had ever met him without that stupid mustache and with less idiocy on top. And yes, repeatedly you could say he was an idiot, but he was too lucky an idiot to die quietly.
And when everyone thought Six kills him, no one really has any luck with that.
...
Llyod stirs wherever he is. He's in too much pain to open his eyes. His body is completely burned from a wound that will need at least three months to heal and stop burning.
The whimper comes out of his mouth, with a "shit, shit". He struggles to open his eyes, ready to fight whoever was in front of him to get out of there. He was spiteful, especially since he had seen the light and thought he had died, and now he was locked in a place he could even intuit because none of his senses were really functioning.
"I recommend you stay quiet" that voice made him stop moving, and he gasped heavily as he recognized the voice so quickly.
"Fuck" he cursed lightly, and realizing that death wasn't brushing his fingers -for now-, he relaxed his body slightly. He opened his mouth slightly, feeling the pressure in his abdomen, but also smelling the scent of field, pine, maybe cedar, and some sandalwood. "Texas" he muttered, still concentrating to open his eyes. He felt footsteps walking not far from him, and a couple of objects moving.
"Quick for smells and not for bullets."
"AGSH!" he exclaimed in an annoyed groan at the words, scowling. "Shut the fuck up" he held his hands up to his head, surprised that his nervous system was working.
"And you still have the nerve to yell at me. Always such an asshole, Llyod" he felt her move closer to him and something touched his skin, so he noticed not only how sore he was, but how he was shirtless and pantless, just his boxers. "You'd better keep your friend asleep" she warned sliding the cloth across his scarred V-zone. He groaned in annoyance, gritting his teeth.
"AGHS!" he cried out in pain as the wound seemed to spread across his entire chest.
"So did I the moment I saw that one man was beating you."
"Shut the fuck up!" he yelled slamming his fist into his side, but he hadn't opened his eyes yet. He could just picture her talking to him and it was an image that seemed so identical to reality, that he even needed to open his eyes.
A cloth was placed on his lips and he let go, knowing it was going to hurt what followed. The moment she squirted liquid into his wound, he groaned in annoyance and contracted his face, lifting his hip in pain. She withdrew the stuff from his mouth to pursue healing the bandage she had been doing a week ago when she had him under her power and cared for him while he was unconscious that week.
"You know, I hate to say it, but you should have shot the little girl and saved your alpha male part. If only you hadn't flip-flopped so much with the gun, you'd have a bit of a reputation"
He wanted to yell at her, but his eyes closed caught the light in him. His hands moved away from his body, and he stirred upward, noticing the soft sheets. He moaned at the pleasurable contact of not being underground. He opened his eyes, feeling utensils move beside him for her.
He saw the chandelier hanging from the ceiling, which weighed 100 kg and had more bulbs than he could count at a glance. "You liked my gift," and when with that teasing smile he went to turn to look at her, it quickly faded from him. "What the fuck?" his tone definitely echoed loudly in the room and he ignored the beauty of the view the window gave him of the countryside and its sunset.
The brunette sighed, turning to him and being able to collide eyesight after five months without even calls. "And now why exactly are you complaining?" she knew what he was complaining about. And she also saw how he tensed his jaw without even looking her in the eye. "Lloyd, you are so screwed, you know that right?"
This one sighed, moving to the side and looking at her. "Yeah, I know" his annoyed expression was there. "What the fuck did you do?"
"You know, same old thing. Clean up your shit. When I saw your house burn, I sent in a police operation, some friends took a picture of you dying, put you in the ambulance, and while they were doing what they could with you, they took you to the airfield and brought you to Texas with me. So we've been together for a week, living together, and you sleeping at home" this one moved his jaw "It's a pity you forget that your wife is one of the smartest in the world."
"I'm really beginning to doubt that seeing your belly" he shook his head, showing his annoyance.
"Well, you could have found out sooner if you weren't such an idiot" she sat down next to him on the bed and saw his seriousness. "I chose it."
"Well, you made a shitty choice" he spat stirring, wanting to sit up but the pain wouldn't let him and thwarted him. "I didn't send you to live in the middle of nowhere, in a big house all alone, so you can add another thing to fuck everything up."
"Oh, so you get to fuck me and I can't fuck?" she blurted out with some amusement but he didn't laugh. She sighed in annoyance this time. "Shit, Lloyd, you expect me to tell you it's a joke, That is from the gardener? You know damn well how deep you stick your cock alone in me."
"I don't remember doing it like five months ago."
"Then guess my time" she pointed to her belly and stood up "Anyway, you can think about is fucking well because I assure you that wound is going to take like four more months, not counting you had a liver transplant. So, go as you want to live because, by the time you start to recover, I will have already delivered your son."
"Is it a boy?" the question made her turn on her way to the door. She nodded. "You know I'm never going to let you leave this house again now?" she smiled slightly at his seriousness. "That's not funny at all."
"And you say then that you're going to be taking care of me anymore?" she returned to the bed, and he was settling down with his head on four pillows, wanting you more up. He felt the slight burn on his back burn but only grimaced. He didn't answer his wife, he didn't look at her either. "Oh come on, honey" she whispered and Lloyd watched as she was climbing into bed. "You stay with me here hiding until you get back on your feet. I help you make the best plan in the world, we take only four people and are very trustworthy" she sat on his cock and felt him clench at the feel of it, despite his clothes. He let out a grunt and she moaned slightly. She lowered her hands to his abdomen "We'll get rid of that stupid mustache if you want. We blow up the shitty building that has that motherfucker Suzanne, that asshole Denny, and that bitch Dani Miranda" he frowned "You know, the asshole that worked with Six" he looked at you and you smiled "And then we put your friend to sleep a little, bring him in here with that sweet girl. You torture him a little bit and I help that little girl recover from all her traumas like the good psychologist I am."
"And now you don't want to kill the girl anymore?" this one moved his hands up towards his wife's hip, biting his lip.
"Well, she's not going to behave like a spoiled brat. Then we can just make her part of the family" he grimaced "Oh come on, I've always wanted a daughter. Do her hair, go shopping. She's just going to have to get used to it. I'd look forward to that."
"It's not going to be easy dealing with that child."
"Well, we're going to have our little baby now. It'll be like two kids" you stirred on him and he gasped "Come on honey, and we can start building our family. You start working more here, like a fucking king you start bossing everyone around, but you make your stays more recurring than your goes" you lifted your hips slightly and let them drop, slapping at his hardened member, and moaning a little at his low moan, holding your hips tight "Think about it, love. Besides, you always told me you wanted to make me happy."
"Shut the fuck up and take off your clothes. I'm going to introduce myself to our little boy" he mocked the words totally serious and you let out a little gasp at the thought. You leaned into him, careful of his wound, and kissed his lips.
"I love you, baby" you moaned as his fingers sank into you.
"You're fucking sick, princess."
"But we always work out. Besides, you want me. Remember when you used to call me to cum with my little noises?" he caught his wife's lips with his teeth, and she was careful not to hurt.
"Let me recover to collapse your legs on our bed" he moved his hand down from her waist and tucked it under the clothes. He touched the center through the underwear "Desperate, honey?"
"You don't know how frustrating it is to have to rub yourself on the pillow and spend your money on toys."
He denied it, insisting that his wife move on him "What a waste of money you make, my love."
"So... Shall we take our plan forward?"
"We're going to make you happy. I'm going to make sure I kill those assholes and bring you that little girl for you. And then if you want, I'll give you a girl for myself" she gasped at the idea, throwing her head back as she felt her husband's throbbing in her center. "You think so, baby?"
"Yes. Let's kill them with kindness and surprise them with your existence. And you're going to bring home many millions, yes?"
"All for you."