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Chapter 9 – Reunited

Alex applied the finishing touches to her make up, the smoky black and silver eye shadow highlighting her eyes seemingly bringing them out of her head. Her cheeks were rosy and lips red, she could honestly say she felt stunning. She’d dried her hair as naturally as she could, her new longer length given body by allowing her natural waves to create an interesting shape which she topped off with a thin Alice band. She picked up one of her earrings and threaded it through the hole in her ear, the long beaded chains tickling her shoulder as she continued with her dressing.

She heard the soft knock at the door, before it opened. A tall, muscled, bald man walked in and stood behind her as she sat at the dressing table. He bent over her, brushing her hair from her shoulder and placing a passionate kiss at the point where her neck became her shoulder. She breathed in, calming her nerve, she hated him, hated the way he touched her but she knew it was only for a short time now and, so far, she’d managed to evade his amorous advances. “God, you look magnificent. Alex, I don’t know how much longer I can keep my hands off you.”

She closed her eyes, disgusted at the very thought of it. She tried changing tack, “Remind me how much this dress cost again, smoothing the lime green silk organza over her body, attempting to cover herself from his wayward glances.

“Didn’t get much change out of 2,000 quid, but definitely worth every penny though. It’s a shame that I’m not going to be the one to see you out of it first.” His kisses grew more intense as he found the round of her shoulder with his lips.

“About that, I’m not sure if it’s such a good idea.”

“Tut, tut,” his hands went to her shoulders as he whispered into her ear, his fingers pressing into her delicate skin. She felt sure that she would bruise like a peach. “You know the drill; all new girls have to entertain a new customer.”

“Even me?”

He nodded, “which is why I’m giving you over to a very well respected business man. He comes highly recommended, lives in the north somewhere.”

“The north?” Alex questioned.

“Yeah, from above Birmingham, that’s as far south of north I’d ever go. Anything further north than that and well, your in dangerous territory, aren’t you?”

“Everyone I know from the north is generally very kind and unassuming, unlike most southerners.”

“Known a few then have you?” He reaffirmed his position by allowing his hands to move around to her neck, stroking down her chest and finally in underneath the neckline of her dress.

“A few!” ‘And they were much more gentleman like than you,’ she thought. Her hands rested on his wrists pulling his hands from her breasts where he was trying to playfully coax them into life over the satin of her bra. She silently thanked God that her body hadn’t responded to his unwanted advances.

“I don’t think you like me very much, Alex?”

“Whatever gave you that idea?”

“Either that or you’re one hell of a tease?”

“Just doing my job, Skully, now let me get on please, we’ve got guests to greet in 10 minutes.”

.oOo.

Gene got out of the silver M-Class Mercedes and walked around to the passenger side, opening the door and helping out his ‘partner’ for the evening. “Ok, Simone, just remember that if you don’t want t’ do anythin’ you don’t want t’, then don’t. They’ll be bendin’ over backwards t’ make sure we’re happy.” He offered her his arm and they walked up to the entrance way of the tower of luxury flats.

They were stopped by a doorman who enquired where they were going. “Penthouse,” Gene replied before the bank of lifts was pointed out to them and the couple made their way through the lobby. As they waited for the lift they were joined by Sam and Annie, “’Ave a problem parkin’? I thought Manchester were bad.”

“Yeah, glad I don’t live down here either, seen how much they’re charging for a day?”

Gene nodded, “so ‘ow are we supposed t’ know one another?”

“You and my brother were business partners before he died.” Sam said. “We became friends after his funeral.”

“An’ ‘ow do we know about this place?” He nodded up toward the sky.

“A mutual friend told us about the parties and suggested we take a look when we came down to London.”

“We’re ‘ere at the same time because?”

“Do you ever read any information you’re given?” He watched Gene shake his head, “we’re here for your birthday.”

“Lucky me!”

“Do you remember our names?”

“Course, Annie and Sam.” Sam rolled his eyes, “only teasing, Paul and Kerry Fox. I’m Will Peters an’ this lovely lady is Teri Wilson.”

The lift arrived and the four piled in, Sam pressed the ‘P’ for penthouse and soon they were zipping through the building. The doors opened into a living area with plenty of guests already enjoying themselves within the luxurious clad décor of the apartment.

“Matthew Skull, it’s a pleasure.” The balding man with the south London accent, held out his hand to Gene, “Mr Peters, I presume.”

“Yeah,” Gene replied shaking the man’s hand and pumping it hard. “An’ this is my lovely partner, Teri.”

Skull took her hand and kissed it, “charmed. I believe your guests are Mr & Mrs Fox?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“Well, please, come in, enjoy yourselves and have a good birthday Mr Peters. Actually, if I could have a word for a few minutes, in private?”

Gene motioned for the rest of them to mingle as he was ushered into a dark corner. “What’s up?”

“Nothing, Mr Peters, it’s just I have a little present for you with it being your birthday.”

“Oh right, what’s that then?”

“Wife swapping isn’t everyone’s cup of tea and I understand from the friend that introduced you that this is your first time?”

“Yeah?”

“Well, rather than the rigmarole of being chosen, I sometimes keep young ladies back for such occasions as these. With it not only being your first time but also your birthday, I thought that maybe you would prefer it that way.”

“Ok?”

“I took the liberty of choosing a lady for you; she’s still attending to herself. You know what women are like, even those that are doing this kind of thing for a living.”

“Is she a ‘ooker? ‘Cause I’m not sure …”

“No, Mr Peters, of course not. She’s actually … my … woman, thought I’d give you the very best. Besides it’s her first time as well, you know? You can be nervous about it together.”

“Ah, right. Well look I’m just goin’ to mingle for a bit an’ get a couple of drinks down me neck before that if you don’t mind?”

“Take as much time as you need, would you like me to bring her across when she’s finally ready?”

“Yeah, that would be grand!” Skull left him to wander back to the group, asking if everyone was ok. “’E’s got this bird for me for me birthday.”

“Do you know who?” Sam asked.

“No, never mentioned ‘er name but he referred to ‘er as ‘my’ woman,” he emphasised the word making sure that everyone understood, “e’s goin’ to bring ‘er over when she’s done tartin’ ‘erself up.”

“Right, well, Annie and I are just going to mingle a bit aren’t we?” She nodded, “just take in the atmosphere, and keep an eye on what’s going on. See if we can find Alex.”

“And you Simone?”

“I’m going to get myself infiltrated into the ‘party’, hopefully get picked by one of the unsavoury men. See if I can get some info, that way; about either the drugs or the brothels.” Gene, Sam and Annie all looked at her uneasily. “Don’t worry I’ve been trained for this, I’m prepared for most situations that could go on behind closed doors so I’ll be fine.”

“Famous last words.” Gene said under his breath, and then smiled sweetly when he received a curt look from the young officer before she kissed him fully on the lips for show, and moved over to where a group were gathering for the swap. “If only I were 15 year younger.”

“Are you going to be ok?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, I’m goin’ t’ be fine. Especially when I see Alex. Now, I’m just goin’ t’ get meself a rather large whisky for Dutch courage.”

“I must write that down.”

“Eh?”

“As one of those sentences I never thought I’d hear Gene Hunt say.”

Gene smiled, “well ‘ere’s another one for your book. Wish me luck!” Leaving Annie and Sam alone, he walked through the rooms searching for the bar.

Sam turned to Annie, “are you ok, you seem a bit quiet.”

“Just not used to stuff like this an’ everyone seems a bit forward really.”

“It’s just people having sex with other people that are not their normal partner. Not my idea of fun I have to say but it’s the way some people get their kicks.”

“I know, it’s the way the men are bein’ with me though, like I’m a piece of meat or someat.”

“Annie, you are one of the most beautiful women in this room. It’s little wonder you’re getting so much attention. But don’t worry I’ll never let you out of my sight so if things get a little rough I’ll be right with you. Besides, we can just say that we were interested but have decided against the idea. We can say that our marriage was on the rocks and this little party has given us some ideas to spice up our love life.” His eyes twinkled. “We can even ask if we can just get it on in one of the bedrooms,” he knew he’d be alright suggesting it this time as Annie’s attitude towards their relationship had been changing recently.

She leaned in, kissing him with a force he’d not felt from her before. “Maybe this will end our 18 month celibacy, Mr Fox.”

He gathered her into his arms, “yeah, I’m sure Skull isn’t going to adverse to any kind of service he thinks he’s doing for the community as long as we’re happy, Mrs Fox.” Sam retorted, bending down to her and tenderly returning her kiss.

.oOo.

Alex paced her room, who the hell was this business man that Skull had set her up with? And what, in God’s name, was she going to do when this man realised she wasn’t going to put out for him?

“Shit!” She exclaimed, “shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!” Looking at herself in the full length mirror, she realised that she looked like a lady of high status not some whore. But that was how she felt and being pimped by her ‘supposed’ boyfriend, no less.

“I can’t do this.” She said to her reflection, wishing that she’d never volunteered for this in the first place. However, she remembered, this had been her only chance of getting back into the Met CID so quickly. Any other route would have had her waiting around in Manchester for months or kept being pushed from pillar to post into any job that became available, however unsuitable they were.

She laughed, if only Gene could see her now. How would he react to her wretchedness? Probably pick her up and walk straight out of the place with her in his arms no doubt and bugger the consequence of any backlash. She knew he’d never allow her to put herself in the way of so much harm.

“Perhaps I can appeal to this man’s better nature?” She asked herself, trying to psychoanalyse the situation. “After all, it’s his first time too.” Mind you, that normally meant one thing, he’d end up being some randy old bastard that wasn’t getting anything from his wife, which in turn meant that he would expect her to lie back and think of England. She forced back the tears that suddenly came to the fore, she may have been a hard nosed bitch on the outside, building up walls around herself to shelter her from anymore pain, but she was delicate and fragile on the inside.

“Pull yourself together,” she preened the last few tendrils of her hair back in place, “you never know he might be ok looking and you just might even fancy him a bit.” She closed her eyes for the briefest of moments, trying to work out what she could do but nothing immediately came to mind. “Ok, the sooner it’s over with the better.” She told herself as she strode across the room and opened the door. She straightened herself determinedly, picked up a wrapped condom, shoved it into her bra and shut the door behind her. “And if he won’t wear that then at least I can use that as my get out clause.”

.oOo.

“Ah, there you are,” Skull said as he began to climb the stairs to his private section of the apartment. “Thought you’d got lost.”

“Well I’m here now,” she said nervously, “is Mr Peters here?”

“Yeah, anxious to meet him aren’t we?”

Alex looked him straight in the eye, before pulling him to her with his tie, “I just want to get this over and done with, and then it’ll be easier for you and me.” She pulled him closer, kissing him allowing him just a taste of what was possibly to come. She wrapped herself around him, hugging him looking over his shoulder for a familiar face. But what she was met with she couldn’t quite fathom. Standing not 50 feet away from her was Gene Hunt, sipping at his whisky and surveying the room. As their eyes met across the crowded room he gave her the tiniest of smiles before going back to his drink. But once he’d found her he wasn’t about to let go. She pulled away from Skull, “can I just get on with it please?”

“Alright, come on.” Skull grabbed her hand and pulled her through the crowd, her heart skipping a beat as she realised they were heading for Gene. Skull suddenly stopped, pulling her around to stand her in front him. His hands held onto her elbows as if he was awarding Gene with a trophy. “Well here she is Mr Peters, this is Alex.”

“Pleased to meet you Mr Peters,” her hand went up, waiting for Gene’s.

Gene took her hand and placed a kiss on her knuckles, an electrical current shot up her arm from his gesture. She coloured. “Pleased to meet you, Alex.” His eyes never left her face.

Skull looked on, something wasn’t quite right about this he could feel it. “Do you two know one another?” He asked.

“Don’t be silly.” Alex’s voice shook slightly as she spoke to Skull.

“No,” Gene stuttered, “she just reminds me of someone.”

“Mmm, I’m sure her beauty has that effect on many men. Do you like the look of her?”

‘Do I ever,’ he thought as he grazed his eyes over her dazzling figure. “She’s radiant,” he suggested, taking in the wavy hair, now longer than it had been the last time they’d met. Her beautiful chocolate brown eyes greeted him with their warm manor. Her lithe figure clothed in a lime green swing dress made of the most exquisite fabric, with beading and sequins sewn on the cuff of the neckline. He took in the milky cream colour of her chest, shoulders and arms which were uncovered as were her legs from her mid thigh to her feet where she wore a pair of satin stilettos in the same colour as the dress.

“And do you approve of our Mr Peters, Alex?”

“I take it this is the well respected business man you were telling me about?”

Skull nodded, “it’s his birthday today too.”

“Happy birthday, Mr Peters,” she cooed, “and how old are you today, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“42. Do I look it?”

She shook her head, smiling at him, or the question, he couldn’t quite tell. “You’re looking good for your age, Mr Peters,” and, by God, did she mean it. His suit was black Armani, she could just tell. And underneath he wore a crisp white shirt unbuttoned to his sternum, a gold chain visible. His hair was shorter than she remembered but styled slightly with gel. On his feet were black Chelsea boots. There was no mistaking his eyes though, as he drew her in with them, the cool blue making her react without the need for him to actually touch her. ‘I’m yours’ she thought.

“Shall we dispense with formalities, t’ you I’m Will, not Mr Peters.” He smiled at her.

She responded with her own, teasing him slightly, “nice to meet you, Will.”

“Well, it looks like I can leave the two of you together. Do you think your partner would like some company, Mr Peters?”

“No ‘arm in askin’, but she seems intent on joinin’ them swingers.” Gene said.

“Good, good. I’ll go partner with her then, seeing as you will be otherwise engaged.”

“Thanks, look after ‘er will you?”

“Don’t worry, Mr Peters. She’ll be in safe hands.” And with that he was gone.

“So what ‘appen’s now then, Bolly?” Gene asked as soon as they were out of earshot.

“I’m as new to this as you are … Will. However, I have been given a key, room 12. I think that’s through the back. Do you want to blend a bit more or have another drink before we retire?”

“Is there nothin’ in the room already?”

“There’ll probably be champagne.”

“’Ope it’s Bolly. Think we should retire.”

“Are you sure, I mean you’re not just here for pleasure are you?”

“It’s covered, me partner, Teri, she’s goin’ to ‘ave fun in one of ‘em rooms an’ then there’s Mr & Mrs Fox,” he pointed out Sam and Annie, “there just ‘ere for the booze.” He winked at her.

She grabbed his hand, “come on then.” Leading him through seemingly endless corridors they finally reached their destination. Her hands shook as she put the key to the lock, why was she so nervous? It was Gene, after all. His hand covered hers and together they managed to push the key home and unlock the door. He pushed it open allowing her to walk in before him, as he reached around the door jamb and fumbled for the light switch.

They found themselves within the confines of a richly opulent bedroom, the walls where lilac apart from one that the bed sat against, the oversized bed clearly dominating the room. This wall was wallpapered with a paper of a darker shade but patterned in dark grey with a large flower and leaf design. The bed was covered in lilac, purple, turquoise and dark blue satin, cushions and pillows scattered over it and the duvet was folded neatly at the foot. A canopy of dark lilac satin fell from the ceiling being held back at each side of the bed head, the swags framing and softening the structural form of the bed itself. There was also a wardrobe and dressing table in the room, both contemporary and both made from light rosewood. A matching bedside table sat either side of the head with a wrought iron candelabra, each of its arms filled with small church candles. There were also some vases of flowers the pungent perfume from the blooms filling the room and making them both heady.

Alex went back to the door and locked it. She didn’t want them to have any unwelcome company. Gene stood in the middle of the room taking it all in before searching her out; she slowly came to him stopping an arms length away from him. She pointed her finger into his chest, the painted dark red nail poking into his chest and creating a crevice in his skin beneath. “What are you doing here, Gene?” She said quietly hoping the room wasn’t bugged, as she knew some of them were.

“'Elpin’ out the Met, what d’you think?” He said, lowering his voice as she put her fingers to her lips in a gesture for him to keep quiet.

“No, I meant here, you could put this operation under serious jeopardy.”

“Your DCI didn’t seem t’ think so.”

She hesitated, “so why are you really here?”

“T’ see you, t’ talk t’ you.”

“What about?”

“You. Me. Molly.”

“That’s a lot to …” But he cut her off, with his mouth. They were as quickly apart again as he laid his hands on her waist and looked down to her. “What was that for?” She enquired.

“Can you never shut up for long enough t’ just enjoy the moment? After all, if this room is bugged we might as well make the most of it.”

“Gene, be serious for a minute. You’ve come to talk to me about Molly, why? Couldn’t you just tell the solicitor what you needed to say?”

“’Bout that Alex, I don’t want t’ talk t’ a solicitor, I want t’ talk t’ you. But I don’t want t’ do that right now.”

“What do you want to do right now?”

He looked over at the bed before walking over to it and sitting on the edge. “I ‘ave somethin’ I want t’ tell you.” He motioned for her to join him. His hand went up to her cheek, gently stroking the skin that lay beneath it. “Alex, I want all this t’ stop, this tooin’ and froin’. I want us t’ forget what were said, I realise that you ‘ad your reasons for not sayin’ anythin’ t’ me about Molly at first an’ I’m sorry for the way I went ‘bout findin’ out she were mine but you’ve got t’ believe me, the last thin’ I wanted to do was hurt you.”

“What are you saying Gene? That you want me.”

“Yeah, I want you. But more than that, I need you, both of you. An’ I love you.”

“You do?”

He nodded, “yeah, very much. An’ when I read your letters I realised I’d made one of the biggest mistakes in my life. I should’ve read ‘em when you sent ‘em t’ me, instead of leavin’ ‘em in the bottom of a box in order t’ forget. But I could never bring meself ‘round t’ doin’ it, see when you wrote the first time, that letter ‘urt, I felt used by you. Of course I knew you were gettin’ married ‘cause you’d told me but ‘til I got that letter I never actually thought you’d go through with it. All I wanted t’ do was forget.”

“And I can’t blame you for that; I never stopped to think that I could’ve hurt you just from my first letter. I’m so sorry, Gene.”

“Apology accepted.” Gene pulled Alex into his embrace, “thought I’d lost you for good.”

“Thought I’d lost you for good. I love you, Gene.”

Suddenly there was a thud against the door and the splinter of wood as the lock gave way. Skull and Simone stood in the doorway surrounded by thugs. Skull spoke, his tone mocking. “How touching. Knew there was something funny with you Mr Peters, or should I say Detective Superintendent Gene Hunt. Take him away, Simone, oh and take DI Drake here too, along with DC Cartwright and DCI Tyler.”
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