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Adult ++
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21,483
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Chapter 69
Once again, I apologize for taking so long to update. Life gets in the way of pleasure far too often. Happy Holdays to everyone.
Chapter 69
“Yes, of course, Mr Maximoff,” Mystique said into her borrowed cell phone. “You will be well rewarded if you follow my instructions to the letter.”
Mystique shifted and leaned against the concrete wall of a convenience store, her appearance that of an abandoned teenage girl pretending to be calling home to her parents. The woman she’d borrowed the phone from had be sympathetic to her plight.
Sometimes fooling these mundane creatures was simply too easy.
“You should have no trouble acquiring my hotel key from the front desk,” Mystique went on with her instructions. “Gather my belongings...there aren’t that many, but they are all of importance. You will find the car keys in the desk drawer beside the bed. The vehicle is in slot 45 in the parking garage.”
She listened to the boy’s rationale as to why he shouldn’t involve himself with her current project then purred, “have you become a complete daddy’s boy, Pietro? What excitement has your father provided for you recently? You seemed...bored to me when last I saw you. Or perhaps you’d prefer to just laze around like those other slackers.”
Again she listened to his unenthusiastic excuses, realizing he was enjoying her needing him and wanting her to beg. But Mystique begged no one. If Pietro wouldn’t help her she’d find another way.
Yet Mystique had one more card to play. “Perhaps you’ve become enamored with the X-Men as our dear Mr Alvers has with his Kitty Pryde. If that’s the case perhaps I can persuade Toad to help me. He’s not as bright or swift as you, but he still has his talents. Why don’t you put him on the phone and I’ll offer him the rewards that could have been yours?”
A smile crept across Mystique’s mouth as Pietro back pedaled. “Well,” she said, “if you think you’re up to the task....” Her smile broadened and a swell of triumph washed over her. “Immediately. I don’t want to lose them. And do use some stealth, Pietro. We don’t want them to become suspicious. Be here by morning. I’ll be waiting.”
Mystique pressed the off button and stared across the highway to the low budget motel and room twelve. She doubted anything unsavory would occurred tonight. Not with how Logan was acting. What she needed was rest...in a bed, not in a tree and she turned her big brown eyes to the middle aged lady waiting a discreet distance while she made her call.
She pushed away from the wall with exhaustion, not at all put on, and shuffled over to the lady with appreciation on her face.
“Are your parents coming to get you, sweetie?” the woman asked. “I certainly hope so. This isn’t a good place for a young lady all by herself.”
Mystique nodded, exuding relief and fatigue. “But they won’t be able to get here until morning.” She glanced wistfully at the motel and back to the woman with doleful eyes.
The woman, with her perfectly coifed hair and Sax Fifth Avenue Clothes brightened as if the idea were her own.
“Here,” the woman said, “rummaging through her wallet and pulling out several twenties. “You get yourself a room over there at the motel. Lock the door and wait for your parents to arrive. You should be safe.”
“Oh, thank you ma’am,” Mystique gushed. “You are the kindest, most wonderful person....” She pretended she was about to burst into tears and the woman patted her shoulder.
“There, there now, sweetie. I must go now. My husband and I have reservations at a B&B and he’s getting restless. But you take care of yourself, my dear and don’t unlock that door for anyone but your parents. You hear me?”
Mystique nodded and grasped the woman’s hand. Then she watched the woman turn, heading for the Lexus. She waved as the luxury car pulled away, her appreciative smile turning to a smug smirk once they’d gone.
Glancing across the road, Mystique offered the motel a disdainful appraisal. Not much in the way of amenities, but it would do for now and anything was better than sleeping in a tree all night.
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Hanging up the phone, Pietro stared off into space, trying to decide if helping Mystique carry out her little life lesson/revenge on Kurt and Logan was a good idea. But then she did promise cold hard cash and he was running low on the green stuff right now.
Then there was the boredom factor and boredom was about to eat him up alive.
Racing up the stairs, he flung together a bag of clothing and necessities and headed back towards the stairway.
“Where are you going?” Lance asked, suspicion lacing his tone.
“Away, old chum,” Pietro shot back. “Adventure and excitement awaits elsewhere. Anyway, anywhere’s more exciting than this dump.” He turned to go, but Lance’s hand shot out and gripped him by the biceps.
“I heard the phone ring, Maximoff. Who was it? I thought I heard you say something about Mystique.”
“You must have wax in your ears or something. But then again, it’s really none of your business, now is it, buddy boy?”
Lance sidled closer, fingers tightening on Pietro’s arm. “You’d better watch yourself, Maximoff. Mystique’s crazy and dangerous. She’s messed with Logan and he’s going to be gunning for her. You wouldn’t want to get caught in the crossfire...would you?”
Pietro let a sneer pull at his mouth and let out a laugh. “I’ve heard Logan’s hiding out from everybody, slunk away to lick his wounds. That he won’t even face is own team since Mystique took out her revenge on him. Sounds to me like Mystique defanged and declawed the Wolverine.” He shook free from Lance’s hold and took a step away. “Now, I’ve got a car to collect and a beautiful woman to meet. Adios, Amigos.”
“You’re wrong, Pietro,” Lance’s voice followed him down the stairs. “Don’t make the mistake of underestimating Logan...or Kurt for that matter.”
Pietro gave a snort and waved Lance away. Zipping across town, Pietro retrieved Mystique room key from behind the hotel desk clerks’ backs with ease then let himself into the plush suite she’d rented.
“Nice,” he said and gather Mystique’s belongings, careful to pack everything as she’d specified.
He found her car just where she’d left it in slot 45, a sports car, two seater and black as a moonless midnight. Mystique had good taste, that was for sure.
Pietro slipped behind the wheel of the plush vehicle and the motor purred to life beneath his hands.
“I think I’m going to enjoy this,” he murmured and wheeled out of the parking garage.
Chapter 69
“Yes, of course, Mr Maximoff,” Mystique said into her borrowed cell phone. “You will be well rewarded if you follow my instructions to the letter.”
Mystique shifted and leaned against the concrete wall of a convenience store, her appearance that of an abandoned teenage girl pretending to be calling home to her parents. The woman she’d borrowed the phone from had be sympathetic to her plight.
Sometimes fooling these mundane creatures was simply too easy.
“You should have no trouble acquiring my hotel key from the front desk,” Mystique went on with her instructions. “Gather my belongings...there aren’t that many, but they are all of importance. You will find the car keys in the desk drawer beside the bed. The vehicle is in slot 45 in the parking garage.”
She listened to the boy’s rationale as to why he shouldn’t involve himself with her current project then purred, “have you become a complete daddy’s boy, Pietro? What excitement has your father provided for you recently? You seemed...bored to me when last I saw you. Or perhaps you’d prefer to just laze around like those other slackers.”
Again she listened to his unenthusiastic excuses, realizing he was enjoying her needing him and wanting her to beg. But Mystique begged no one. If Pietro wouldn’t help her she’d find another way.
Yet Mystique had one more card to play. “Perhaps you’ve become enamored with the X-Men as our dear Mr Alvers has with his Kitty Pryde. If that’s the case perhaps I can persuade Toad to help me. He’s not as bright or swift as you, but he still has his talents. Why don’t you put him on the phone and I’ll offer him the rewards that could have been yours?”
A smile crept across Mystique’s mouth as Pietro back pedaled. “Well,” she said, “if you think you’re up to the task....” Her smile broadened and a swell of triumph washed over her. “Immediately. I don’t want to lose them. And do use some stealth, Pietro. We don’t want them to become suspicious. Be here by morning. I’ll be waiting.”
Mystique pressed the off button and stared across the highway to the low budget motel and room twelve. She doubted anything unsavory would occurred tonight. Not with how Logan was acting. What she needed was rest...in a bed, not in a tree and she turned her big brown eyes to the middle aged lady waiting a discreet distance while she made her call.
She pushed away from the wall with exhaustion, not at all put on, and shuffled over to the lady with appreciation on her face.
“Are your parents coming to get you, sweetie?” the woman asked. “I certainly hope so. This isn’t a good place for a young lady all by herself.”
Mystique nodded, exuding relief and fatigue. “But they won’t be able to get here until morning.” She glanced wistfully at the motel and back to the woman with doleful eyes.
The woman, with her perfectly coifed hair and Sax Fifth Avenue Clothes brightened as if the idea were her own.
“Here,” the woman said, “rummaging through her wallet and pulling out several twenties. “You get yourself a room over there at the motel. Lock the door and wait for your parents to arrive. You should be safe.”
“Oh, thank you ma’am,” Mystique gushed. “You are the kindest, most wonderful person....” She pretended she was about to burst into tears and the woman patted her shoulder.
“There, there now, sweetie. I must go now. My husband and I have reservations at a B&B and he’s getting restless. But you take care of yourself, my dear and don’t unlock that door for anyone but your parents. You hear me?”
Mystique nodded and grasped the woman’s hand. Then she watched the woman turn, heading for the Lexus. She waved as the luxury car pulled away, her appreciative smile turning to a smug smirk once they’d gone.
Glancing across the road, Mystique offered the motel a disdainful appraisal. Not much in the way of amenities, but it would do for now and anything was better than sleeping in a tree all night.
****************
Hanging up the phone, Pietro stared off into space, trying to decide if helping Mystique carry out her little life lesson/revenge on Kurt and Logan was a good idea. But then she did promise cold hard cash and he was running low on the green stuff right now.
Then there was the boredom factor and boredom was about to eat him up alive.
Racing up the stairs, he flung together a bag of clothing and necessities and headed back towards the stairway.
“Where are you going?” Lance asked, suspicion lacing his tone.
“Away, old chum,” Pietro shot back. “Adventure and excitement awaits elsewhere. Anyway, anywhere’s more exciting than this dump.” He turned to go, but Lance’s hand shot out and gripped him by the biceps.
“I heard the phone ring, Maximoff. Who was it? I thought I heard you say something about Mystique.”
“You must have wax in your ears or something. But then again, it’s really none of your business, now is it, buddy boy?”
Lance sidled closer, fingers tightening on Pietro’s arm. “You’d better watch yourself, Maximoff. Mystique’s crazy and dangerous. She’s messed with Logan and he’s going to be gunning for her. You wouldn’t want to get caught in the crossfire...would you?”
Pietro let a sneer pull at his mouth and let out a laugh. “I’ve heard Logan’s hiding out from everybody, slunk away to lick his wounds. That he won’t even face is own team since Mystique took out her revenge on him. Sounds to me like Mystique defanged and declawed the Wolverine.” He shook free from Lance’s hold and took a step away. “Now, I’ve got a car to collect and a beautiful woman to meet. Adios, Amigos.”
“You’re wrong, Pietro,” Lance’s voice followed him down the stairs. “Don’t make the mistake of underestimating Logan...or Kurt for that matter.”
Pietro gave a snort and waved Lance away. Zipping across town, Pietro retrieved Mystique room key from behind the hotel desk clerks’ backs with ease then let himself into the plush suite she’d rented.
“Nice,” he said and gather Mystique’s belongings, careful to pack everything as she’d specified.
He found her car just where she’d left it in slot 45, a sports car, two seater and black as a moonless midnight. Mystique had good taste, that was for sure.
Pietro slipped behind the wheel of the plush vehicle and the motor purred to life beneath his hands.
“I think I’m going to enjoy this,” he murmured and wheeled out of the parking garage.