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Note: Plot by mymyself19, smut by me.
“Hey, boss?” Santana entered one of the safe Fabray warehouses spread around the city.
When Russell called her, he was very mysterious, and that didn’t sit well with her.
He was usually up front with her.
“Santana, drop whatever you’re doing and join me in W5,” Russell said in lieu of greeting.
“Do I have to, boss? You know Tuesdays are my day off to spend naked with my Britt-Britt,” Santana whined.
Santana had only picked the phone up because the call came to her burner cell, which meant important business.
“Santana,” Russell replied, brooking no more questioning.
“Okay, but can’t it wait an hour? Britts’ll take a nap between fucks and then—”
“Santana, this is important. I need you,” Russell interrupted. “And, come alone.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Santana, make sure you’re not being followed, and don’t tell Brittany anything. Do you understand me?” Russell asked.
“Yeah, boss. See you soon.”
And with that, she ended the call.
Brittany was not pleased. Santana had to agree to allow Lord Tubbington to be the ring bearer at their wedding in order to appease her.
Santana didn’t fully realize the seriousness of Russell’s summons until she realized, after her sex haze had dissipated, that he had used their secret code to indicate their meeting place.
Russell appeared from around the corner.
He looked disheveled.
When he directed her towards the end of the warehouse, what she saw made her freeze in her tracks.
It was Puck.
“Damn!” she breathed.
Santana cautiously turned her gaze toward Russell.
“What’s going on, and why is he here?” she spat.
He directed them to the other side of the warehouse.
He didn’t expect Puck to regain consciousness for at least another hour.
Once, they were in a closed room, Santana steeled herself and crossed her arms.
“Puck knows about Quinn and me, and we need to take care of him once and for all.”
Santana’s eyes widened.
“When did all this happen? And why didn’t I know about it until now?” she growled.
Santana did not like being kept in the dark about something that could jeopardize her family’s safety.
Russell understood, so he took a seat on a box and offered a seat to his protégée.
“I didn’t want you to worry about something that may never happen. At first I just had him trailed,” Russell began.
“Wait. Are you trying to tell me that all this time you were keeping tabs on him?” Santana incredulously replied.
“Well, yes… I’ve had men watching him, but I only really knew where he was when he got to Boston,” Russell said.
Santana was a little miffed at not being in the loop on this, but she put it aside because it was Puck.
And, Quinn’s safety was more important
“Tell me everything, boss. Please!”
Russell wanted to tell Santana. It was why he had brought her there.
It was time to get her involved.
“I knew he wouldn’t just go away because I knew he’d fail at whatever he tried. So, I knew he’d try to come back, so I had our men keep track of him,” Russell said.
He paused to collect his thoughts so he didn’t leave anything out.
“I was right. Things went to shit, and he went back to Lima several months ago. When I heard he was there, I made sure he found out where we were,” Russell said.
“Why did you bring him closer?” Santana asked, with a little frustration.
She didn’t want to question Russell, but that seemed risky at best.
“Do you really think I’d put us at more risk without a reason?” Russell asked, raising his eyebrow.
“Of course not.” Santana relaxed when she realized that she was letting her emotions overshadow her reason.
“Anyway, he started to go to all the parks in the best neighborhoods. I have to give him that one. It was a pretty smart strategy,” Russell grumbled. “But, when I knew he was doing it, I made sure Quinn stayed away.”
“He was pretty harmless until he stumbled on the restaurant. That was just dumb luck… back luck for us. That damn waitress, Sugar, told him about Junior. So, I had to act.”
Santana tensed at the realization that Puck could have gotten really close.
“Thankfully, the moron thought Junior meant Noah, Jr. Otherwise, we may have been outsmarted by an idiot.” Russell frowned. “But, he did find her in the park soon after that on a day that I couldn’t find an excuse to keep Quinn and Rachel from going.”
Russell was still upset that he’d let that happen, and Santana stood up to pace.
She knew they were safe by now, but this could have gone way differently.
But, then, Russell smiled.
“Junior kicked him in the nuts when he tried to kiss Quinn.” Russell was practically bursting with pride.
Santana smiled too, smugly. She had taught him that trick.
“Why didn’t you tell me about all this before?” Santana asked.
She was a little hurt, but mostly she thought she could have done something.
“Santana, I had a plan, and I needed as few people involved as possible to keep it quiet. I knew he would follow her because he thought she was married, and I made sure she was safe. I didn’t need you trying to rush to her rescue.”
“And what happened?” Santana asked.
She was beginning to feel like she was in The Sopranos or something.
“He followed her, and I let him. He thought he was being a good stalker, but… let’s just say, he wasn’t,” Russell chuckled. “As long as Quinn and Junior were safe, I’d leave him alone. I wanted him to make a move, give me a reason to really hurt him.”
“And, I assume he did, and that’s why he’s here,” Santana said.
“Yes… and unfortunately it’s partly my fault, but I’m okay with that,” Russell admitted. “Quinn and I have been very careful ever since he started watching her, and we were getting frustrated… if you know what I mean.”
Santana laughed. She knew they couldn’t stay ‘careful’ for very long.
“In any case, he saw us outside the club. We were locking up, and Quinn was talking about something to do with how she handled… something. Anyway, I looked at her and I lost control. I kissed her. He saw us.”
He was sure Puck had run off to plan his next move and hadn’t seen Russell drag Quinn into the alley to fuck her against the building.
It was one of their boldest sex acts, but they had been so frustrated.
“Shit, baby, I’m not gonna last long,” Russell grunted as he pounded Quinn’s pussy, back against the wall and legs wrapped his waist, calves on his bare ass.
“It’s okay… just give me your load. I’ll walk home with your cum dripping down my thighs. Then, you can clean it up at home,” Quinn said, her voice shaking on each hard thrust.
But her words had the desired effect.
Russell swung his hips up and into Quinn and shot a huge load into her that, indeed, did drip down her thighs on the way home.
By the time they got home, Quinn was a quivering mess in more ways than one.
She was so horny, she came as soon as Russell put his tongue on her thigh
But, thanks to the blessing of multiple female orgasms, it didn’t keep him from giving her another two, another with his tongue and one with his dick.
Santana rolled her eyes at the faraway look in his eyes.
It was always the same with those two. Like damn rabbits.
She snapped her fingers and Russell came back to reality.
“Right… so, when Dave showed me the pictures the next day, I knew we had to grab him.”
“You did the right thing, obviously… What’s next?”
***
The first thought to enter Puck’s mind when he regained consciousness was this is the worst hangover ever.
Then he realized he didn’t know where the hell he was.
And why was he tied up to a chair?
Not that it was the first time he’d been tied to a chair, but he wasn’t naked, so…
How did he get here?
The questions were piling up, and he was getting frustrated.
He began to frantically struggle with the ropes but stopped when he heard footsteps.
Santana Lopez was the last person he expected to see.
Then, he remembered everything and was even more puzzled.
He was in the Fabrays’ offices, in his way to wealth and, then, nothing.
“Lezpez… ’sup?” Puck fell back to his defense mechanism of arrogance.
Santana simply laughed.
She knew he was scared, and he had no fucking idea how many times she had dreamt of this.
And she was going to enjoy every last minute of it. Payback’s a bitch.
“Untie me, bitch,” Puck demanded.
Russell appeared next to the Latina and laughed.
“Puckerman, you are a moron. Did you really expect that you could barge into our lives, again, and demand shit?” Santana said.
“This has nothing to do with you!” Puck spat.
He wasn’t surprised Santana was mixed up in this now that the pieces were slowly filling in.
Santana was always Quinn’s best friend and Russell’s protégé even as a teenager.
“You’re messing with my family so it has everything to do with me, and I won’t let you screw it up like everything you touch,” Santana said, punctuating her final words with pokes to his chest.
Russell took that moment to intervene for the first time.
“She’s right. She’s my second in command and soon will take over everything,” Russell said.
Maybe Russ, Jr. would take over someday, but if he did, he would be Santana’s protégé.
Puck, though, was still in the dark and, in spite of his current predicament, was still under the delusion that Russ was his kid and would be his ticket to the Fabray business.
“A woman in charge? Come on, you can’t be serious. Besides, she’s a carpet muncher. You don’t want that kind representing the Fabrays,” Puck whined.
Russell had to stop Santana from jumping him. He needed him alive. For now.
“Shut your mouth before I do it myself, idiot,” Russell said.
However, Puck was on a roll and angry.
“I get it now. You fuck him too? You are all a bunch of sick bastards. You make me want to puke.”
“Are you hearing yourself? You just said I was a carpet-muncher!” she screamed, then took a deep breath. “You know what? Never mind. I’m done with you.”
Santana stepped aside.
“I’ve been building this company for over 20 years. Did you really expect that someone like you could destroy my family’s life’s work in a blink?” Russell said.
Puck shut his mouth.
Things weren’t going like he’d hoped when he came to Boston.
In fact, they were going in the opposite direction. Destination: Shit.
Then, he realized he hadn’t pulled his trump card.
“I know your dirty little secret,” he said.
He was aware that this piece if information was the only thing he could bargain with, and he wasn’t about to squander it.
Their reactions left him shifting in his chair.
Russell and Santana laughed.
“Puck, we’ve been monitoring you since you left Quinn pregnant and alone. We knew you’d come back sooner or later.”
“I think you’re bluffing,” Puck retorted.
“Did you not question how a total stranger pinpointed just when you needed to know?” Russell asked.
He had questioned it, but he didn’t want to admit he’d made the mistake of dismissing them.
So, he just stayed silent.
“I run the motel you’re staying in, you jackass. My boys were the ones who kicked you out of the club.” Russell said.
“So what? Quinn is mine!”
He was getting really desperate.
“Do you really think that a girl like Quinn would ever go for a loser like you?”
“I got in her in high school, old man. And you’ve just convinced your daughter that you’re the best substitute for the Puckerone.”
Santana’s snort reverberated through the whole space.
“You are such an idiot,” she muttered.
But Puck saw that Russell was fidgeting and mistook it for nervousness.
He forged ahead.
“It sucks, huh? That Quinn thinks of me when you try to force yourself on her? It must eat you alive that I was the one to pop Quinn’s cherry and that I made her scream every damn time I fucked he—”
Russell punched him.
Puck’s nose spurted blood from his newly-broken status.
He sputtered curses and insults as he tried not to pass out at the pain.
Of all the things Puck could have said, he chose the one thing that made Russell go over the top.
Russell’s rationality had evaporated. He was out for blood. Damn the consequences.
Forget that he always avoided getting involved in this kind of situation and made others do his dirty work.
Forget that he believed that killing another human being, no matter how despicable, was a last resort.
Puck had touched his daughter, and she was sacred.
Santana stopped him from lunging forward again.
“Think of Quinn and your kids, boss,” Santana said, using all her strength to try to hold him back.
But, at the mention of Quinn’s name, he deflated.
Santana was right.
He managed to calm himself with a few deep breaths.
He nodded to Santana, signaling he was okay.
He couldn’t lose his focus anymore. He wouldn’t.
He approached Puck.
He untied the ropes and threw a handkerchief at him to clean up.
Russell could see he was still angry but now a little scared too.
“Not that I owe you anything, but I’m going to tell you the truth once and for all,” Russell said, pulling up a chair to face him.
Puck looked dazed.
“Quinn and I have been together since she was 14. So, sorry to burst your bubble, but you were only the cover we needed until we could leave Lima behind. And of course, you weren’t her first,” he spat. “Yeah… I got to that pussy before she ever thought of letting you put that little pecker of yours inside her. And, just so you know, I always had to take care of her orgasm when she came home from being smothered by you.”
Puck knew by his smooth, even tone that he was telling the truth.
Quinn had been lying to his face all that time?
She had used him.
“Bitch,” Puck swore.
His whole damn life was a big fat lie.
“Shut your mouth. If I hear you insult Quinn one more time, your nose won’t be the only part of your body that I’ll crack,” Russell threatened.
Puck was at a loss.
All his efforts and hard work and he was left with nothing.
He deserved their money. Damn it.
His musings were interrupted when a cell rang.
“Hey baby. Sorry, I’m busy right now. Of course I can. Put him on… Hey buddy, Daddy is sorry he can’t be there to tuck you in tonight, but be a good boy for your mother, okay? Goodnight, J. Love you too. Put your mother on…”
Russell left the room.
“I’m gonna get my kid,” Puck announced to Santana
He yelped when she tapped his broken nose.
He looked through watery eyes at Santana. Russell had joined them.
Santana doubled over with laughter.
“What the fuck is so funny?” Puck yelled.
“The kid is mine, moron,” Russell said, slowly, so even Puck would understand.
“Puckerman, just when I though you couldn’t get more stupid, you reach new depths,” Santana laughed. “He looks exactly like Russell.”
“His name his Russ,” Russell allowed himself a smile.
Puck went silent in shock.
Everything was over.
He had nothing left.
He had been played.
Not that he cared about Quinn or the child. He had lost his chance at riches.
Finally, he admitted defeat.
Maybe if he played nice, he could leave it all behind and move somewhere and start over.
He still had some savings stashed that he could invest in a new pool-cleaning business.
The ladies still dug him. He could do it.
But then, when he realized his actual situation, he deflated again.
The Fabrays had been following him for years.
They had kidnapped him.
What kind of business did they really run?
He blurted the first thought that came to mind.
“Are you gonna kill me?”
Santana stopped laughing and became somber.
“You wish. You aren’t worth the trouble. After everything you’ve put our family through though, you deserve punishment.”
“No… you hurt Quinn, and for that, I have to hurt you. I don’t usually get my own hands dirty, but for you, I’ll make an exception. I’ll deal with you personally. I’ve been considering the best way to get rid of you once and for all for a long time.”
“What are you going to do?”
“One word… Chicago.”
Puck immediately wished they had chosen to kill him.
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