Secrets Chapter 7

Mark finished putting the last camera in the bedroom. Thank god for some of the agency’s creative cameras, they could easily create a camera out of something ordinary like a pen. Little camera and microphones were planted all over the suite, the bedroom, and living room and even on the deck. If for some reason the Forresters were to stumble onto the mini-cameras, they wouldn’t be able to recognize them. Mark checked the closets and found the min-case, using his magnetic lock opening kit, he opened the lock on the case." Stupid fu(king idiot…why in the world would you put something like the codes for a nuclear warhead in something as silly at a woman’s makeup mini-case." Mark muttered to himself. Mark knew that Ross, their boss was most likely flipping out, one of the most important deals in trapping Victor was ruined all because Sonny got his case mixed up with some woman’s make up case. Not just any woman from the file that he had glanced in. Brooke Forrester wasn’t just some great looking woman; she was one sexy woman who had been married to three men in the same family. The father and the two brothers, now he had seen all sorts of things but he hadn’t heard of that one before. The blonde was also considered a sharp businesswoman running the Forrester Empire. She had taken over the company and instead of running it into the ground, she made a hell of a profit for them ten fold. Mark cracked open the case and made sure that all of the information was there, then be pulled the backing of the of the case open and planting a tracking device. With that done, he quietly slipped out of room, headed down the hall to his suite.

Alex walked out of the bedroom into the living area of the suite wearing white ribbed sleeveless T-shirt and pair of short white shorts. Mark gave her cute tight buttocks a long appreciative look. Alex had a killer body with tight thighs, toned arms, perky breast, and flat toned stomach. She worked hard to keep her body that way; it was athletic from all of the exercise that she did daily to keep in shape along with all of the physical exertion from their job.

" Cut that out."

"Ahh. Alex… you can’t blame a guy for looking. With this surveillance that we have been doing it’s been about 2 weeks since I had a woman. Besides, Alex, you have one cute tight ass." Mark made her way over smiling sexily at her. Her griped her shoulders playfully creating circles on her shoulders with his thumbs. " Well, since I’m am your boyfriend for the time being." Alex smirked at Mark.

"Down boy. That is why you aren’t married Mark. Women don’t like being leered at and told about their cute asses." Mark shrugged. Alex grinned at him. " It’s alright baby…I can looked pass all that testosterone and still love you." Alex did indeed love Mark. He was fun loving and a playboy with Barbie like girlfriend everywhere he stayed, still, he was damn good at his job and someone she could count on. Alex moved the hot food tray off the cart; she opened on of the trays and found grilled Salmon and grilled vegetables. Alex knew that Mark had ordered the food for her. "Thank you honey."

Mark sat down leaning back in the sofa. " No problem, you know that you are always looking out for me. I know how much that you love the stuff, besides we aren’t fitting the bill." Alex took a forkful of her veggies.

" How did it go?"

"Just fine, I put the APA’s in the living room and the bedroom. The camera were a piece of cake to place, they will never find them." Alex nodded; Mark was one of the best when it came bugging a room. Hell she remembered a prank that he pulled on her, bugging her house for fun and she like many others in their department and had sweeps done at least twice of months to ensure their safety. But Mark had given her a home warming gift of an antique Asian mask and inside it had been placed the tinniest little recording device. When Alex had found it she cussed him out, Mark had only laughed and staying that he was helping her stay on her toes. She had told him that if he ever pulled a stunt like that again, she would roast his balls over a campfire. She had meant it and Mark had never pulled a stunt like that again. Mark took the camera remote and turned on the three monitors that had been set up in the living room. Suddenly pictures of the Forrester’s suite the living and bedroom, and deck were shown.

" I decided to place a special camera in the closet over top of the case, along with a tracking device."

" Good…how far?" Mark turned opened the laptop and it showed a small red dot with red waves all around it.

" I have it for a 50 feet range. Anything larger might not be the best might accidentally scrabble the device and the sonar equipment." Alex ate some of the red mashed potatoes.

" Good job Papa."

"Anytime, Mamma." Mark laid back on the sofa and took his trademark cowboy hat over top of his face. Alex knew that Mark was taking one of his "combat naps", and all that he needed was around 20 minutes and he’d be ready to rock and roll for hours. Alex picked up the file that she had discarded earlier, she would use this down time to catch up on who the civilians how were embroiled in this mess.

"Lets see what you are all about Mr. and Mrs. Forrester."

Quinn watched the Forrester couple hoping that they’d put an end to their night soon. It wasn’t like trailing them was hard, it wasn’t and in fact watching them has been the easiest job that he had had in a long time but he was hoping to get a chance to call Jasmine before it was too late. The bad thing about doing this job was that he was gone from her so much. He had dangerous job that took him all over the world and kept him in constant danger, but thank god she loved him enough to be his wife anyway. She kept him calm and at peace, she also had a distinct way of reading, maybe because she was a shrink. Who would have thought that he out of all people, a man who hardly opened up to people and didn’t take stock to "head shirnkers", fell in love with a feisty "head shrinker", hell she was good. She specialized in helping people with terminal illness. It was a hard job; most of her clients were diagnosed with incurable illnesses and she become close to them. It was hard on her, but she was good at her job. But still losing her patients took her toll on her especially if they were the parents of a terminally ill child. Her practice was doing well which could seem like a blessing, because she was good at her job but also a curse because it meant that there were a great deal of people dying young. She has worked hard getting her degree at Howard University, she later moved to Washington D.C.. Quinn had first met Jasmine at his sister’s home when she had her annual Delta Sigma Theta party, Jasmine who had been a "Delta" had been staying at her sorority sister's house who was a common friend and had showed up early to help. Shalia, his sister, had to practically shove Quinn out of the door when he kept finding reasons to help out in order to spend more time around the ebony beauty. Three years later, later, he was happily married to one of the most beautiful, smart, caring, and women in the world and she was expecting their first child. He couldn’t he happier, his daughter was thriving healthily inside of her; they had moved from Washington to San Francisco because of a wellness center had opened up and Jasmine’s name was being referred to many people. For her practice it was a good move, but being away from their families and with him gone most of the time it made him worry even more about her. This was his last job for the next couple of months, after taking care of Victor, he was going to spend some quality time with his wife and wait for the arrival of their daughter. Watching the Forresters made him miss his wife. He was a man who deeply loved his wife and it was obvious from watching them that they loved each other, still it was too strange that they have gotten Sonny’s information.

Brooke kissed the dice on Thorne’s hand. "Okay, sweetie. With your kiss, it’s going to bring me nothing but luck." Brooke laughed at her husband and wrapped her arms around him.

" Well in that case…what is this going to do?" Brooke leaned forward and kissed her husband slowly and thoroughly stroking him with her tongue. One of Thorne’s hands moved down to cup her bottom. Some of the on lookers laughed and whistled while a few other complained and wanted Thorne to roll the dice. Thorne smiled.

"All right, all right. I’ll roll the die." Brooke watched as Thorne rolled the dice. The dice hit the table and spun.

"Seven" the table manger said.

"Yes!" Brooke jumped up and down." " I knew that you could do it." Thorne smiled and collected his winnings.

"Where too now?" He wrapped her arms around Brooke’s waist. Brooke looked around and saw the Black Jack table.

" I want to play some Black Jack." Brooke nibbled Thorne’s ear.

" Black Jack it is." Brooke went to the table and she started to win one round after another. Thorne watched as his wife, she was beautiful and confident. Tonight had been fabulous, dinner had been fantastic. He and Brooke had eaten scrumptious meal of seared rare tuna, asparagus with vinaigrette. They had held hands and laughed at the antics of their friendship throughout the years. They talked about their hopes and dreams for their baby. After dinner, they danced gently to the soft playing music in the background. Thorne had held his wife’s body so close to him, loving how her body fit against his perfectly, loving the scent in her hair and the soft sensual smile. Brooke looked up from her card game and found her husband watching her with pure love radiating in his eyes. Brooke, how had captivated not only Thorne but also at least a few men who sat around the table with her.

" I think that I’m going to call it a night." A handsome older gentleman with shiver and black streaked hair smiled.

" Are you sure? It seems that you are having a lucky night here at the table." Brooke looked again at Thorne who tuxedo shirt was unbuttoned at the top of his shirt, his tuxedo jacket in his hand and his hair slightly mussed from the night’s activity. Brooke felt passion fill her body as well as love fill her heart. Thorne, her lover, her friend, her wonderful husband. Brooke held out her hand to her husband who came and helped her out of her chair. Brooke smiled.

" Yes, gentlemen. I’m sure." Brooke and Thorne walked away hand in hand.

" That is one lucky man. She is a knockout." A dark haired man sitting toward the left of the spot that Brooke had once occupied. He watched the sway of Brooke’s hips. " One lucky man indeed."

Amber finished singing the last set on the stage while the patrons around the smoky nightclub. The black strapless dress clung to her body like a second skin while her long hair was curled in ringlets around her shoulders and back. As the crowed clapped she looked for a familiar face within the crowd and was disappointed to find him missing.

The manager of the club Zero came to up to her. Amber was already to hold her breath; the truth was that she needed this job. Sam had said that if the crowd responded to her like they did last week that she’d have a regular job and that was great. She and Deacon had been staying at a hotel in New York City and money was slowly running out especially because of Little Eric’s medication. Sam, the club owner came close to her.

" Amber..fantastic dear." Amber beamed.

" You really liked it?" Sam wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

" I love it and so did the crowd."

"So…does it mean what I think that it is going to mean?" Hope swelled and Amber’s stomach quivered.

"Yeah baby it does." Sam looked around the busy club. " So where is my main man D?"

"I’m not sure…it’s not like him. I’m hoping that there wasn’t a problem with the baby." Amber opened her purse to get out her cell phone.

" Don’t do that Amber, you can make a call from my office, besides we have a lot to talk about."

Amber looked around one more time to see if she could find Deacon. " All right. We can talk." Amber walked toward Sam’s VIP suite that he often used as his office. Sam watched her walk away focusing his attention on her butt. Normally he wouldn’t be interested in someone like Amber, she was too skinny and way too pale for his taste. Amber was almost white as a sheet, but one day, he had seen her and Deacon kissing hot and heavy in the back of the club and he knew that she was perfect for what he wanted.

Sonny Castle looked at the airport manger with anger and frustration. " Look, I’m telling you that the information in that bag was important and that stewardess fu(ked up!"

" It is flight attendant, and Mr. Castle and I’m sorry but we can’t give you information on about our other passengers. If you leave the bag, we would more than willing to wait for the couple in question to call and then if you’d leave your information we could give you back your rightful bag. This is simply a case of a mix up."

" A mix up! Lady do….do you know what is going to happen to the deal that my company is planning. I might lose my fu(king job!" Sonny stormed away angry.

" Sir, you didn’t leave the information!". Sonny stormed away. He was supposed to be contacted in less than an hour by Victor, what in the hell was he going to do now? Victor was going to kill him. He screwed up, that information was out there sitting in that lady’s bag. For a moment, he thought about the blonde lady. She had been so beautiful that he had gotten distracted and that distraction was going to cost him everything. Sonny got into the waiting car and told his driver to take him back to his hotel. He threw the bag on adjoining seat. He sat there silently as the car drove when he realized that the car wasn’t taking him to his hotel.

" Driver…excuse me but this isn’t the way to my hotel." The driver said nothing. The driver kept on driving. Sonny started to get worried. " Driver." Suddenly the television that on the limo came on, it showed a live feed of a man in his mid-thirties, dark haired with a tan and a face that women would die for sat wearing a black shirt and pants. Although he knew women would like this man, there was something cold about the eyes that scared Sonny. The blue eyes of this man was cold and calculating and without feeling.

"Sonny. I believe that you and I had an agreement. Yet, I’m wondering why you aren’t waiting for my instructions instead you are back at the airport." Sonny watched as who could be no other than Victor addressed him. In a way it was shocking. He had expected Victor to be an older, to be more of a mobster type like Marlen Brando in The Godfather and not a man who probably made women drool or looked like he should be an actor on a soap like the Bold and the Beautiful or Melrose Place. Sonny knew that lying was not an option.

"Victor, there has been a small problem."

"I don’t care about what problems. I want to know where my information is." There was something in his eyes that let Sonny know that most likely Victor knew what had happened.

" I ….don’t have it. But I will get it.."

" Someone will contact you tomorrow… be on the look out. Listen to whatever instructions they give you. If you screw up again, you and I both know what it is going to mean." The television feed cut off. Sonny breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn’t over yet. He still had his life but he wondered if he should just cut his loses and run. But what would running do? Where would it lead him? Right now he had to play the hand that he was dealt. He thought for a moment about the woman who had fallen in his arms in the airport. She had been very beautiful; he hoped to god that nothing happened to her. Hopefully they’d be able to get the information without hurting her the man she was with. Sonny opened the makeup case again and looked through it, lip sticks, blush, the works was in the bag. He picked up what looked to be a gold compact and turned it over, on the back was engraved Brooke Logan Forrester. Sonny smiled. Thank god, now he could find out where she was, he had his computer and he had a contact that was one hell of a hacker. Zen, could do just about anything, in fact he was the one who helped him to get the codes to break into the weapons systems in order to help him get the information that Victor wanted. Zen would track Brooke Forrester’s name for him in the registry of the computers of the different hotels in Monte Carlo. The sooner he found them, the quicker he’d be able to find them and get his information back.

Victor sat in his dark bedroom on his black sofa looking at the black flat television that adorned the wall had been had cut off. He was not a man to be played with about anything. This deal was a serious deal to him; he wanted those access codes for those weapons. He had stolen a group of military warheads right under the United States government nose. He had a buyer for three of the weapons while he planned on keeping the rest in his personal arsenal. There had been one hitch, the codes for arming the weapons had been lost, an error He had He wanted the access codes for those military weapons and he was willing to wait. But he wasn’t willing to give Sonny a second chance, as soon as he got the codes; he was going too kill the stupid fu(kup. Victor stood standing totally naked except for an open black robe made the finest Japanese silk. He walked from the sunken communication system that was part of his large rooms in mansion, which was more like a prison. He headed toward the large black bed and black silk sheets that sat on a large platform in the dark room. Under the black silk sheets, he saw a naked buttocks peeking out, he found the leg that was connected to the butt and pulled until the naked blonde’s body was totally uncovered. She opened her eyes and smiled sensually at him, he said nothing but slapped her bottom hard and then he bent down to bite her hard on her bottom.

" Och…Victor that hurt." She pouted pretty.

"So.." Victor’s cold eyes met hers and she instantly shut up. She’d say nothing about anything that he planned on doing or the bruises that she’d no doubt have the following morning. Victor liked violence as almost as he liked sex, he love them mingled together. Victor threw off his robe and stood proudly naked and erect. He had a fantastic body without an inch of body fat, he prided himself on his body. His body was slim like an athlete, yet muscular for he had defined muscles in his chest, arms, legs and tights. He believed in only taking the best into his body, never fouling it up with any meat of any sort, very little dairy, no chemicals, additives or preservatives. He never took drugs only natural herbs and vitamins. He drank only the best waters, only one in a while would he even drink and if he did, it was only the best wines. He ate only the best all natural foods and had a personal chief because he was paranoid and didn’t trust anyone not to poison him. He worked out daily for hours like it was an obsession, running, swimming, boxing and even Karate. He was a neat freak; everything had to be perfect for him. With sex he was always obsessive about whom he took to bed, having the women to be examined by him to make sure that they carried no diseases. Although he screened his partners, he was obsessive about wearing condoms although when it came to oral sex, he liked it without the protection. When it came to sex, he liked just everything as long as the woman met his standards. Victor crawled into the bed and laid against the propped up pillows when the blonde crawled toward him with her big implanted t*ts swinging near him. He grabbed her head roughly as she tried hard not to pull away for make a sound, tears blurred in her eyes. He lowered her mouth to his aching member. She opened her mouth and expertly took him into it at the same time another body that had been covered by the large sheet moved toward him, an equally beautiful brunette moved toward him. He stroked her large nipples as his painfully pinched one. When her eyes dilated with pain, he smiled. She knew better than to kiss him, he had never kissed her and she wondered if he had even kissed Blaze. His hand moved under the pillows to a whip with three leather straps to it.

" When she’s done and has swallowed my essence. We can really have fun."

" Do you want us to do one another, like earlier? She indicated to the woman’s whose mouth was giving him pleasure?"

"No…I have something better in mind. But for now…open your legs." The brunette did what she was told and as he took the brunt part of the whip’ handle and used as a tool to almost rape her.

Thorne’s hand cupped Brooke’s butt bringing her soft body into the frame of his. His tongue stroked hers while her knee massaged his aching arousal through the material of his pants. Brooke’s hand traveled toward his chest and stroked it gently when the elevator door opened. Brooke moved away from Thorne when another couple came into the elevator and smiled at them. Brooke stood in front of Thorne and nodded at them. The couple turned toward the door and waited to reach their floor. Brooke backed up against Thorne and moved her bottom suggestively against him. Thorne growled softly and bent down traced the shell of her ear with his tongue. Brooke sighed her eyes closing with on-coming passion that she and Thorne were going to share. Her hand crept behind her and she blindly unzipped her husband’s pants and slipped down his under his underwear. Although the hand position was quite awkward, it worked. Thorne felt a thrill go through him, they were standing in an elevator and her hand was searching for his naked pen*s. When she found it, he thought that he was going to die right there, she stroked him while her satin covered buttocks kept brushing against him. Thorne closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as she moved sensually against him, acting as if nothing was happening. Thorne gripped Brooke’s waist pulling her closer to him, the thrill of doing this under the nose of everyone was exhilarating. She stroked him harder and his toes began to curl up in his shoes. The door of the elevator suddenly opened and the couple left the elevator. Thorne sighed hard moved quickly to the stop button on the door to keep them from moving down toward their suite, which was on the ground floor. The elevator suddenly stopped Thorne took Brooke into his arms and pushed her against the wall. Thorne couldn’t wait, his wife aroused a passion inside of him that couldn’t be controlled and Brooke knew it. The passion in his eyes was there as his pulled the hem of Brooke’s evening dress up to expose her panties. Thorne ripped the panties off of her, finished unbuttoning his pants to free his aching member and thrust hard inside of his wife’s soaked heated warmth. Brooke positively busted with pleasure as Thorne’s hands cupped her naked buttocks and used his forearm muscles to keep her up.

" Ohh…yes…yes.." Brooke’s mouth hung open with passion as her husband filled her with his aching member. Harder and faster, faster and harder he moved inside of Brooke.

The interconnected phone rang. Mark answered it, " Yeah…what?" Mark jumped up and headed toward the second laptop that was in the other room. Alex who had heard Mark move jumped up and headed toward the computer.

" What’s up?"

"Quinn says that the Forrester’s are elevator number 3 and it has stopped." Mark sat down in the swivel chair and hit the system. He pulled up the elevator system.

" No. Problem here. I’ll batch into the elevator’s surveillance camera." It took Mark less than three minutes to do so and Alex jumped up as Quinn came into the suite.

" What happened?"

"Don’t know."

Mark looked at the computer. " Well I do guys." They all looked down at the computer screen that he used to tap into the secret video surveillance in the elevators. " Looks like the Forresters don’t know that they have a camera in there." Clearly they didn’t. Mark, Alex and Quinn looked at Thorne Forrester had his wife pinned up against the wall of the elevator and was giving her one hell of a****ing. Mark grinned at the sight of Brooke Forrester’s face has her husband gave it to her; the woman was clearly enjoying herself.

" Are you sure this woman is his wife, if I had my guess. I’d say that she was his mistress instead."

Wolfe wanted a cigarette baldy but he couldn’t smoke, not when he had a job to do. And he wanted this job more than anything. Taking down Victor was almost like an obsession with him. He had waited years to get that sick bastard and he was so close to getting him. Finally, he would have Victor behind bars and then and only then could Wolfe try to get his life back, at least what was left of it. Wolfe replayed the auto tape of Victor’s message from the bug that he had in the car that Sonny used to be driven in. It was a start; tomorrow someone would contact Sonny from Victor. This was the closest chance that he had ever been given. Wolfe picked up his cell phone and made a call. The phone rang and music blasted in the other end of the phone.

"Whatz up Wolfe." Wolfe knew that although he had the scrambler on his phone that Zen’s newest equipment would be able to track him.

"Sonny will be contacting you."

" Already know….he contacted me. He’s looking for info about one serious babe, Brooke Forrester."

" Did you give it to him?"

"Gave him some BS about another job, I told him that I’d contact him later. I didn’t want to make any moves without the okay."

" I’m giving you the okay…tell him where he can find Mrs. Forrester."

" Are you sure Wolfe, we are giving him info about civilians."

" Do it." Wolfe hung up.

Zen hung up his cell phone. So he was going to give the info to Sonny. He got up from the table that he had been drinking the Latté and paid the bill. He didn’t notice the trio of girls who sighed as he walked by, he never really noticed. Although when he had been young, he had been a true computer geek and had the looks of one, over the years he had matured and girls now found him sexy. The twenty-one year old Hispanic male had soft cinnamon brow eyes, dark hair and a great smile as well as a muscular body. Zen had it all, good looks, a sharp mind, and a big secret, his family had no idea of the extra curricular activates that he was involved in. They had no idea that he had been one of the biggest hackers in the world and now was working for The Agency.

Deacon put Little D back into his crib. He had tried calling Amber on her cell phone, he hadn’t wanted her to worry, he had always made it to her sets but tonight he missed it. The baby sitter had called and said that Little D was tugging his ear and crying. It seemed like his son was still battling whatever it was bothering him. Deacon looked down at his sleeping son and smiled. But then thoughts entered his mind; thoughts that he had tried so hard to ignore filled his brain.

" Bridget…." He cupped his head with his hands. He had been so happy with Amber the last couple of weeks, he hadn’t wanted to think of the girl. He felt badly for the lies that he told, she was a real sweet girl and although leaving her and lying to her didn’t prove it, he had cared a great deal about her. She was the only Forrester that he could stand and clearly the best of the entire lot. Still, there was on burning question that filled his head.

" Are you pregnant Bridget? Did my plan to get you pregnant work? Deacon sighed.

" God, please. I hope not. Now that I have Amber and Little D back, I don’t want to lose them. Please god, don’t let Bridget be carrying my child. Let my little scheme to have failed." Deacon was worried however, if Bridget was indeed pregnant, she should know by now.

Brooke laughed as she and Thorne came through the door to their suite with wrinkled clothes. " I can’t believe that we were almost caught by those maintenance workers." Thorne closed the door and took his wife to his arms.

" You were the one who started. I didn’t tell you open my pants and start stroking me with an elevator full of people." Brooke stroked Thorne’s chest sensuously.

" I didn’t hear you complaining. In fact, I think that you were trying hard not to moan." Thorne’s mouth found hers and he seared her with a passionate kiss.

" Why in the hell would I complain? I loved it. In fact…" Thorne scooped Brooke up in his arms headed toward the bedroom. " I want act two."

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