Date: Wed, 9 Nov 2016 21:33:34 -0600
From: Cooper Max <lmd4208@gmail.com>
Subject: A Husband's Secrets: Chapter 3 (Adult Friends)

A Husband's Secrets

Chapter 3: Old Lovers, New Problems

	Exhaustion engulfed Julius' body; his hands shook on the helicopter
controls. Taking time to glance around the cockpit, he noticed the bullet
holes that had blasted through the siding. He shivered at the thought of
what one of those bullets could have done to him.

	His mind refocused on the task at hand; getting the hell out of
this situation. He knew his pursuers would have every airfield in the
region covered within hours. There was no way he could land at a public
airport and survive long enough to leave. The full weight of the Kona
Syndicate would be shifted to finding him and getting revenge for their
boss.

	Fortunately for Julius, the agency maintained a number of unknown
private airfields across the country and world.  Of course, the agency
maintained one of these airfields outside of New York City given its
strategic importance. Julius wasn't supposed to know about this airfield
but his days as an analyst showed him knowing more than the agency wanted
could be a good thing during desperate times. He had already dialed in the
coordinates.

	 Julius would have to weave the story of the century when he
landed. No one at the agency, to his knowledge, knew of how deep his
problems with the Kona Syndicate ran. Hell, if anyone even suspected how
deep in trouble Julius was, he'd have been thrown in Guantanamo Bay
already.

	`How the hell am I going to explain being missing for the last few
days and showing up to a secret airfield I'm not supposed to know about
with a stolen, bullet ridden helicopter plus all these injuries?' Julius
questioned to himself out loud. Julius was thankful he had another 45
minutes of flight time to concoct a story.




	Flashback: 1 Year Ago


	"Connor, you know we can't keep sneaking away like this. We're
going to get caught." Julius stated more aggressively than he had intended.

	"We're gone all the time for work. Why would our wives ever suspect
these absences are any different?" Connor snapped back. "We need this time
together. I need this time with you."

	Julius' anger softened as he said, "Women are intuitive. Hell, if
either one of our wives had been the agents searching for Osama Bin Landen,
that asshole would have been caught in like 3 weeks. Our wives are too
perceptive to not pick up on something like this."

	Connor smirked at Julius and then lunged forward pushing him into
the wall, kissing him forcefully. His rock hard cock pressed hard against
Julius as he pinned him to the wall. Julius felt his own cock surge and
twist against his tight dress pants. Julius embraced the kiss, letting it
consume him. With a rush of euphoria came a sobering rush of
reality. Julius angrily pushed Connor back.

	"You're too damn impulsive, Connor. You see something you want and
you don't let anything stop you from getting it no matter how much damage
it does to you or anyone else." Julius hissed.

	"What? And it bothers you that you're the thing I want so badly
that I'd let Rome burn to have you? I don't care about Holly or anyone
else. I want you." Connor retorted, his deep voice rising heatedly.

	"What about Xavier and your other boys? What about your damn
mortgage? What about your damn retirement? Connor, this is so much bigger
than either of us. We both have more to lose than we realize. Do you think
Holly isn't going to scorch the earth to ruin you if she found out about
us?" Julius replied feeling exhausted with Connor's pig headedness.

	Connor stared past Julius not saying anything for a while.

	"Do you even want this? Do you want me? Every time I think I'm
close to having you all-in, fully Ð you pull away and I question things
all over again." Connor said quietly; the emotion wavering in his voice. It
was rare for Connor to let his guard down like this. The only time Julius
had seen him openly vulnerable before was when Connor told him that he
loved him.

	"You know I do but we can't just think about ourselves. Are we
seriously going to leave our wives Ð our lives Ð behind?" Julius
asked.

	"I would. You know damn well I would but I'm doubting you would at
this point." Connor said as he heaved himself up from his chair and stormed
out of the door.

	"Connor Ð god dammit Ð Connor come back here!" Julius
screamed. There was no use trying to get him back. Yet again, Connor
stormed off when he didn't hear exactly what he wanted to hear. His
impulsiveness and stubbornness were two of the things Julius loved most
about him but the more Julius got to know Connor, the more he was beginning
to believe they were his greatest weaknesses.


Present Day:

	Julius powered down the helicopter as SUVs with tinted windows sped
towards him across the runway. Even with his credentials, air traffic
control hadn't given him permission to land. Julius landed anyway. He'd
definitely be taken into custody now.

	"Get your fucking hands up. Show us your fucking hands!" Bellowed
the bulky men in bulletproof vests. The men had their weapons leveled right
at him. Judging by their rugged looks, these weren't your typical,
rent-a-cop private security guys either.

	Julius didn't feel like adding any additional holes to his body so
he quickly complied and raised his hands.

	Within seconds, the men had rushed the helicopter and thrown him to
the ground. Before he knew what was happening, he was cuffed, thrown in an
SUV and speeding towards the nearest hangar.

	Outside the hangar, Julius spotted a familiar face - one that made
his stomach turn.

	"Fuck, no. Dammit. This just went from bad to worse. How am I going
to bullshit this guy with the grudge he already has against me?" Julius
thought to himself.

	The men ripped him out of the SUV and brought him to his knees
before the man.

	"Special Agent Owens. I'd say this is a pleasure but seeing as how
you're trained to sort fact from fiction, you'd know I was flat out fucking
lying. I'll be honest, you're the 2nd to last person I want to see right
now." Julius bluntly exclaimed.

	"Only number 2?" Agent Owens inquired with a genuine surprise. "Who
the fuck is number one?"

	"Oh c'mon Agent Owens, you'd only get jealous if I told you just
like when you got jealous the time I dumped you for someone else." Julius
replied, a smirk on his face.

	The agents restraining Julius looked at each other
questioningly. Agent Owens face turned bright red.

	"You shut your fucking face." Agent Owens bellowed as he kicked
Julius in the stomach forcefully, "That's the last word out of you for
now. Gag him, guys."

	The men quickly gagged Julius. He let out a muffled laugh at the
flustered, embarrassed look on Agent Owen's face. Julius thought to himself
that the kick to the stomach was totally worth it.

	`I just wish I would have mentioned how he screams like a little
bitch bottom, too." Julius thought to himself as he reminisced about Agent
Owens. There was a lot of history between them and to say it ended poorly
was the understatement of the century. Julius was sure the long, sordid
history between him and Agent Owens would be hashed out during all the
interrogations.


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	"Not so fucking sarcastic now are you?" Agent Owens stated laughing
as he entered the interrogation room. Julius had been left alone for 6
hours without food or water.

	Julius murmured as sarcastic response about how Agent Owens' mom
loved his sarcasm but the gag prevented him from getting the full effect.

	"You've always been so damn cocky. So damn arrogant. You're such a
little fuck stain, Julius." Agent Owens hissed.

	Julius murmured another muffled response before Agent Owens
impatiently removed his gag.

	"What are you blathering on about, Julius?" Agent Owens inquired.

	"Oh, Dean I was just saying how your mom never said such mean
things to me while I motor boated her knockers into ecstasy." Julius almost
didn't finish the sentence because of laughter.

	Agent Dean Owens smacked him across his face.

	"You're in a lot of trouble, Julius. You can sit here and laugh all
you want but I have you by the short hairs. You're royally fucked and I get
to see your fall from grace first hand." Agent Owens yelled.

	"Dean, you always were such a tool. I should have seen it from the
beginning. Only took me 2 years before I wised up and realized you had some
hot frat guy on the side the entire time. Did he make you scream like a
whore in heat too?" Julius stated venomously.

	"You fucking cock sucker!" Agent Owens screamed as he hit Julius
again. "At least he treated me like I meant something to him. I was glad
you ran off with some other loser." Dean spat back.

	"You know, I'm loving all this foreplay Ð really I didn't know
S&M was your thing Ð after 2 years you'd think we would have figured
that out but seriously Ð do you have some fucking questions for this
interrogation or am I just going to be your therapist for the next few
hours?" Julius asked with a smirk on his face.

	"Ok, jackass, you want to be questioned? I can do that. Be careful
what you wish for." Agent Owens said menacingly. "Let's start with where
the fuck you've been these last few days."

	"Ask your sister, she's the one who has had me so busy." Julius
said laughing.

	Agent Owens punched Julius right in the face. This time it really
hurt.

	"I'm going to ask you again, dickweed, where the fuck have you been
and why do you look like a diarrhea sandwich?" Agent Owens repeated while
pointing at Julius' bruises and dried blood.

	Julius' mind spun. He knew he'd eventually be asked legitimate
questions. He wasn't quite sure how he was going to get out of this pinch.

	"Truthfully, Agent Owens, I was taken against my will to the
Catskills Mountains." Julius started with more honesty than he even
expected from himself. "I proceeded to escape, steal a helicopter and fly
myself into your welcoming armsÉ.or should I say fistsÉ..to be
interrogated like a Gitmo detainee." He finished not bothering to hide his
biting sarcasm.

	Agent Owens looked at him with surprise. Clearly, he had detected a
few nuggets of honesty that he wasn't expecting from Julius; at least so
soon.

	"And? Who the hell were these abductors and why the fuck did they
take your pathetic ass to the Catskills? Agent Owens continued.

	"Well, besides my pretty face and charming demeanor," Julius
started while taking a minute to pause for effect and wink, "the person who
took me wanted information from me that I wasn't willing to give." Julius
finished.

	Agent Owens' eyebrows were raised; his interest piqued.

	"What sort of information, why you and why the Catskills?" Agent
Owens fired off three consecutive questions.

	"I'm not sure," Julius lied, "Because they thought I'd have access
given my status in the agency and because it's an easy place to ditch an
uncooperative body," Julius finished with a lie. In truth, he had no idea
why he'd been taken to the Catskills but he did know that the Kona
Syndicate was getting greedier on the information it was requesting from
him and more forceful in holding the blackmail over his head.

	At first, the Kona Syndicate had only asked for external
intelligence; things about the Mexican side of the border, ways to skirt
border protection and customs agents abroad. Julius assumed they were just
using the intel to push drugs and launder money. Recently, the Kona
Syndicate had started asking for scarier, more poignant information about
the agency and other domestic based issues. Julius had been getting
increasingly nervous especially as he noticed the Kona Syndicate taking on
a more political and less purely criminal stance.

	Agent Owens stared at Julius for a long time as if he was deep in
thought. His face was expressionless. The sterile room was completely
silent.

	"You're lying and telling the truth. I'm trying to figure out which
parts are the lies and which parts are the truth." Agent Owens spoke
quietly after the long pause.

	Julius kept his face impassive.

	"How can we be sure you didn't pass any information off? How can we
be sure you didn't orchestrate this whole event as a ruse? There are only
going to be more questions, Mr. Steele, you're in for a long road ahead."
Agent Owens remarked with a smarmy smile.

	Suddenly there was a loud knock at the door. Before Agent Owens had
time to respond, a man burst in.

	"Agent Mclean Ð whatÉwhat.. wait you cannot beÉ" before
Agent Owens had time to finish Agent Connor Mclean raised his hand to
silence Agent Owens.

	"Agent Julius Steele will be coming with me. Your responsibilities
for this case have been terminated, Agent Owens." Connor stated coldly with
a forceful stare at Agent Owens. Connor didn't even look at Julius.

	"On whose authority? Over my dead fucking body, Connor. How the
fuck did you even know he's here and who gave you access to this
installation without my authority?" Agent Owens sputtered furiously.

	"Ohhh Dean you've always been a bit slow haven't you? Slow at the
academy. Slow to rise in the ranks. Slow to catch on. It's embarrassing
really. I'm here on the authority of the Director himself so if you'd
excuse me, there's real work to be done." Connor said not even trying to
hide his sarcasm or malice.

	"You cocky son of a bitch. You think you're so fucking smart and
gifted. One of these days you're going to stumble and I'll have your ass
and your badge." Agent Dean Owens fumed.

	Connor looked at him and smiled, "I don't doubt you want my ass,
Dean, but from what I hear, you're more of bottom, eh?"

	Even Julius had to smirk at that as Agent Owens looked like his
head was going to pop off.

	Connor grabbed Julius by the arm and scooted him swiftly out of the
room. Within minutes, they were quickly speeding out of the gate and down
the highway.

	"How'd you know I was here?" Julius asked.

	"I have friends all over. Someone tipped me off Ð for a cost of
course." Connor replied while keeping his eyes on the road.

	"The Director gave you authority to come and get me? Why?" Julius
questioned.

	"Well, you see, that's the sticky part of this whole thing. The
Director doesn't even know I'm here. I just put on the best performance of
my life in busting you out of there." Connor said smirking.

	"You're joking right? Julius asked.

	"Not even a little bit. We're both screwed now. Kiss our agency
days good by. We're on the run." Connor replied while squeezing Julius'
leg.

	"Why the fuck would you do that?" Julius screamed.

	"Because the Kona Syndicate is after you. They're going to leak the
blackmail information about us to the agency and the fact you're giving
them intel. You'd go to prison where they could swiftly kill you. Not to
mention, they're going to frame me so I can be butchered right alongside
you. Dammit Julius why didn't you come to me for help sooner?" Connor
replied.

	"This is your idea of help!?"" Julius stated incredulously.

	"Hey now, I didn't do all this without a plan. We're going to
destroy the Kona Syndicate's blackmail against us, capture Ignacio Valdez,
bring the Kona Syndicate to the ground doing the US government and
international community a huge service and hope all that's enough to get us
a god damn pardon for busting your ass out of federal custody and maybe
keep our families in the process." Connor said with a huge grin.

	"Oh, is that it?" Julius replied sarcastically.


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