Post by codeapathy on Aug 28, 2022 21:08:39 GMT -5
Good for her, got what she needs after years of people-pleasing
Made a weapon of her tongue, 'cause she heard you like em' young, ah
Good for her, they say she lost it, found your switchblade in her pocket
Everybody should be scared when they're calling it hystеria, hysteria
Mothica feat. emlyn ; Good For Her
Denver, Colorado. The Crawford Hotel.
++Denver was someplace I rarely visited willingly. The altitude became an issue after the coma. It goes without saying that I didn’t come out of that situation without life long complications. Multiple concussions, both my own fault and the sloppiness of others, didn’t help either. Still I had business to conduct and if that meant popping vertigo medication like they were skittles and dropping a chunk of change on that premium, top shelf Colorado Mary Jane then so be it. I sat propped up on the plush leopard print throw pillows, my body wrapped in a short, black silk kimono robe. An oriental dragon was hand stitched on the back and intricate hand beaded golden peonies adorned the front and sleeves. My legs were tucked under, bent at the knees. All that was missing was the OnlyFans account. Still on the fence about that. Leaning towards yes. I digress. I laid my head back against the tower of pillows and motioned towards the gold plated cart stocked with chilled champagne and an arrangement of petit fours. Just as Bijou started to pour a drink a FaceTime call came in. I grabbed the phone and slid my matte black tipped fingers around the phone grip and my face lit up. Eoin++
Elizabeth: Mon Amor! Ah I miss you. I wish you could be here. To what do I owe the pleasure of your calling on me?
Eoin: Do I need a reason to be calling Mo Gra? After all, you insisted on taking this adventure alone. Might I be a little suspicious eh? You didn’t even take Karolina on this trip. Only your Ladies Maid was extended the offer, yeah? It does me a concern maybe? Or maybe I might be callin’ because I missed your beautiful face and the sound of ye voice…maybe might be both, eh?
++I rolled my eyes and started laughing. I couldn’t be angry. He knew me well. In truth he was right in a way. Not taking Karolina would instantly be a cause for suspicion if I were in his place. I knew he was being facetious and teasing me with his special brand of asshole-ish Irish smartass charm. I could appreciate it. I loved a man who could make me laugh, but also could be a sardonic, wry prick. He fit that to a tee. My mouth curled into a smug smile as I casually started to drag my nail tip up and down the skin of my chest from the base of my throat to just between the cleavage of my breasts. I cleared my throat and politely looked over to Bijou who handed me the flute glass and quietly excused herself. As the door latched closed my gaze returned to Eoin and I let my body fully relax++
Elizabeth: Are you alone? Just out of my own curiosity, love. Perhaps while I am here in Denver handling some important business you looked up some of the lasses who used to tickle your prick to avoid the door fee at the bar hmm? What was the one trollops name? Ah! Cherie. I believe she was a frequent customer in that alley. I mean it is not too far-fetched to imagine you being a man having needs that you want fulfilled and here I am out in Denver neglecting them. How selfish of me! You wouldn’t be the first man, let alone the first of my lovers to find temporary comfort in the stretched out snatch of a desperate whore. I’ve seen her you know and I would bet my fortune on the fact that you could drive a fleet of lorries straight up the middle of that cunt with room to spare. Kind of like Michelle, but that is neither here nor there…
++I coyly raised my eyebrow and tapped my index finger to my poppy red lacquered lips and sniggered to myself. His eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed. Turn about was always fair play. Of course I knew he wasn’t doing anything of the sort. Eric would have texted me with the codeword if his brother ever did stray. He was on the payroll now after all. Perhaps it was dirty or immoral to make such an arrangement but a woman such as myself never leaves any angle uncovered or is foolish enough to let her guard down. I made that mistake with Scotty. He snorted through his nostrils and scowled at me++
Eoin: Ye can’t be serious lass. Are ye really accusing me of being unfaithful? Yeh fuckin’ joking me right? Ye have to be pulling me dick with this…
Elizabeth: Bless your heart a mhuirnín. One of these days you will learn the fine art of a French woman’s wit and unorthodox sense of humor. Of course I’m fucking with you love. I trust you. Besides, in what universe would you willingly downgrade from a Goddess to a common breeding mare? Hmm? No man would trade a golden pussy for an STD riddled black hole. Not even you, cherie. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and we both know what I offer is worth the wait, no?
++A grin emerged on my face and I giggled. He relented and shook his head realizing he lost this round, but graciously. I sipped my drink and continued++
Elizabeth: I was actually serious about asking if you were alone though. Not for malcontent reasons, but because this conversation is about to head in a sensitive direction and FaceTime calls aren’t exactly the example of secure.
Eoin: Aye. I’m alone. Eric is out at Martha's Vineyard. Ye cousin called on him for somethin’ girl'. Me Godfather is down in Florida, property taxes and shite. So it’s just me. So let’s talk, aye?
Elizabeth: Très bien. So let me just cut to the thick of it. Sarah is here. She never left Denver. Jake is also here. I’m checked in here under Bijou’s name to remain under the radar. Karolina isn’t here because she’s back home doing intel and sending it encoded. By now you know how these things are handled. Well the last coded message I received from K was cause for alarm but not all that surprising. Sarah tipped off your old friend Malcom. As soon as you and your brother were confirmed to be associated with me, she made a courtesy call to the local branch office and given her social status and line of work along with more than likely whispering sweet nothings into Malcolm's ear about promotions and future possibilities she had him hook line and sinker. Turns out your old friend is quite ambitious and has big dreams of a political career. He used to work in the division for gangs and organized crime. Made quite a name for himself. They called him in as an advisor…in the Maine incident. You follow along so far, love?
Eoin: Aye understood. So we botched the old bastards murder then? If that be the case then that fault is mine.
Elizabeth: Non. Au contraire, darling. That op went off without a hitch. It was down to the letter in execution. The coverup was standard and clean. The fixers made identification almost impossible. They did an excellent job, as they always do. Fingerprints were removed. Teeth were extracted with precision and disposed of. The only identifier left was DNA and by the time they got the results back on that due to the amount of backlog the officials were already dealing with, we were ghosts in the wind. They pinned it on some low level bookie that worked for the mob in Boston, it seems your old man blew town with some SUBSTANTIAL gambling debts he owed. Case closed. No, the issue…is moi-même. Myself. Have you ever seen the movie The Patriot with Mel Gibson?
Eoin: Of course. It’s one of me favorites actually lass, why do you ask?
++There was a confused look on his face and rightfully so. It isn’t normal to segway into a question about a Hollywood blockbuster just after describing the finer points of assassinating another human being, but c'est la vie, here we are. I nodded and cleared my throat++
Elizabeth: Then you will be familiar with one of the most poignant lines from the movie. “I have long since feared that my sins would return to visit me and the cost is more than I can bare.” These very words sum up in such a neat and tidy fashion, the truth. It is no secret that my hands are dirty. The blood stains seep deep, clear to the bone marrow. My father is not a saint nor is he apologetic about his methods, moral compass and results. He is ruthless, vindictive, a megalomaniac. Which goes without saying that all things considered, I am my Father’s daughter. Officials, politicians, and ambitious journalists have been seeking my head on a pike for years. I got away with murder. The jury is still out on the accusation of foeticide. Though mind you that is only the jury of public opinion. The court itself threw that charge out. I digress. The hyenas couldn’t touch my Father and while I enjoy a certain amount of perks due to diplomatic immunity, I myself am not untouchable. Certain agencies, who are quite frankly little more than domestic terrorists as far as I am concerned, have been slinging shit at the wall for years trying to get something to stick and take me down.
Sarah joined that crusade the second she earned herself an internship in D.C. Taking me down has been her personal movement for years. Mind you it has been a very VERY steep uphill battle for her. Jaxon’s loyalty and support has been invaluable. Up until the last few years he was a hurdle she couldn’t vault. He cost her opportunities in D.C, here in Denver as well. He was not something she planned for. I don’t think I need to go into depth about the sideshow that the political arena turned into due to a certain red hat wearing, baboon assed man child, all I need to say is that he and his ilk made things a little easier for her. Integrity died a hideous death and now any tin foil hat wearing nutjob can accuse an individual of terrorism or call a school shooting a hoax, and the slackjawed, inbred, racist, bigoted, trash believe it.
So she pressed on and heavily leaned on her “kind”. And Malcolm is one of them. I know it sounds impossible, him being an educated, successful African American, but obviously he’s not the only person of that demographic to drink the flavor-aid. Mind you, whatever his politics are, makes no difference to me. I have no room to speak. My countrymen and women were still publicly shearing off the heads of the guilty until 1977. There isn’t a single country that exists that is not guilty of abhorrent behavior and crimes against its people and humanity. The world is hell. And we’re all damned. My issue is that because of her fanatical drive to eliminate me, she’s well versed in saying exactly what you want to hear and painting a picture of success and power, two things your old friend worships religiously. Through her he wants to use me as a defining career milestone.
Over my dead fucking body. I would just as soon as self-immolate myself in front of the FBI Headquarters on 9th & 10th then let either him OR her use my name, my legacy as a notch in their career path. I mean those words from the bottom of my empty, black & rotted heart. With all of this said it seems our paths have converged by serendipity I guess. Karolina already sent a coded message to Jaxon. He’s going to use his resources to start working on Malcolm. In my cousin's own words, at the end of the day Malcolm is just a man. Just an upper middle class clown that has no power in his last name, no family legacy, just an FBI yes man that’s looking to make a name for himself. He’s just a pawn in Sarah’s game of chess and if he ends up compromised or under internal investigation, she will not come to his defense. No. Jaxon will work on your old pal, Sarah is my target. And I may have found a weak spot. Jake. Bijou is more than just a Ladies Maid, I’m sure you’ve figured that out by now. She’s off to seduce, entice and lead him back here like a little puppy dog. Then I go to work.
Eoin: Understood. Ye be cutting it a bit close though for New York. What’s the time window? Do you need me to meet you when you land? Will you be coming back the night before or the day of? I know, in the grand scheme of things a tag match in New York ain’t exactly a high priority all things considered. It don’t make much of a difference to me if you make it back in time or not but you know good ol’ Johnny ain’t playin’ with a full deck, yeah? You got his attention, which is what you were wantin’ and if you are still plannin’ on settlin’ THAT score, well he’ll be expectin’ ye to do his little song and dance. I just know how bad you want it. To get ye hands on him and beat him bloody.
Elizabeth: The window is tight but I have it under control. Believe me leannán, the jet lag is worth it. Though you might not like the planned remedy I have for the energy drag. If I time it just right, a little of the white stuff will boost me long enough to meet my objectives in New York with a nice crash afterwards. I know how you feel about the harder stuff but I’m woman enough to admit that burning the candle at both ends these past few weeks has worn me down. Yes, I’m admitting you were right about taking on so much at one time. I’m sorry love. I just don’t have an off switch. I phased out of therapeutic doses eons ago. My Father’s worst quality is also my own. Of course if you object to the powder, I will respect your wishes. You are my equal, mon roi, and it would be selfish and cruel of me to deny your concerns for my well being.
++My face turned somber. I was too weak and sheepish to be honest with him about my past usage of cocaine amongst other illicit drugs. I wanted to forget it myself. I was ashamed of it. It was me at my lowest and most unhinged. It became a crutch and it turned me into a monster. I became a neglectful, absentee mother. A faithless, disloyal lover. A venomous and bitter friend. I never wanted to ever be that woman ever again. The price I paid for my own weakness and megalomania was high. A price I would continue to pay debt to for the rest of my life every time I saw a picture of Fionn, everytime I set foot in my home in Salem, everytime the press screamed murderer at me. It was my price to pay until the day I drew my last breath and it was a heavy burden to bear but I did it to myself. I deserved to pay. I watched as Eoin rubbed his beard, stroking it gently as he processed what I had just confessed. I knew how he felt about hard drugs, especially with certain truths he found out about his own mother, then seeing what kind of life they gave to Eric. It was a very personal thing for him and I knew if he disagreed I HAD to acknowledge and heed his concerns. I couldn’t disregard his feelings and just do what I wanted. Not anymore. I could still be my own worst enemy but it wasn’t just MY life anymore. He exhaled sharply and sternly looked at me. I could feel his gaze piercing right into mine++
Eoin: I offer a compromise, if you be willin’ girl. Send me ya timeline ye worked out, pointin’ out when you would be partaking in a little Columbian powder. I will meet you at the airport, with Karolina and a narcan kit JUST in case. You know me feelings on the stuff but I also understand the need and why. I would rather be WITH you during that time for peace of me own mind, rather than worry bout gettin’ a phone call. Is this suitable, lass?
Elizabeth: Absolutely. This is fine by me, totally acceptable and reasonable. I think I would also feel safer if we went this route as well. Thank you. For being understanding. I know neither one of us are good at this relationship bullshit. We’re both strong willed and bullheaded. It’s never going to be perfect. We are always going to fuck up and make mistakes. But it’s ours and that’s all that matters even if it isn’t orthodox. I hate having to end the call, but Bijou just sent her ETA and I need to get dressed for my...guest. Qu'il est doux le chagrin des adieux, mon cher. I’ll be home soon. Love you..
Eoin: Until then, a ghrá mo chroí.
++We ended the call and I threw the phone aside on the California King bed as I sat up, shifting my body to the bedside. The pads of my feet pressed against the floor and I stood, making my way to the clothing I had laid out earlier in anticipation for this reunion of sorts. I casually untied the intricate robe and let it slide off to the floor. As I grabbed the denim and black leather moto jeans I took a seat and started to dress. Something Eoin had said was stuck in a loop in my mind. New York. I pulled the jeans on and lurched forward, grabbing a novelty t-shirt saying “Alexa, roll me a fatty” and pulled it over my head. As I started to put on my socks I heard the key card hit the magnetic strip next door, Bijou had arrived. Almost showtime. I casually started putting my doc martins on. I just had to wait for the cue that she was ready. Still in the back of my mind, I kept thinking about New York. I stood up and went to the dressing table to check my face in the mirror to reapply my lippie, as I was lacquering on the paint, I sighed heavily++
Elizabeth: I don’t know old girl, I think you may be in over your head this time. You aren’t getting younger and time waits for no one. Why is it still so important to you? What happens if you reach your goal? Say you get your satisfaction, win or lose, against Johnny, what next? What or who will be the next excuse to keep doing this? You know it isn’t about the money. You know damn well you actually make less than some of your equally as talented and popular colleagues. You aren’t chasing fame because you already reached that apex by your tenth year in the business and your legacy and status was solidified. You could walk away from the business right now and go straight into private sector contracts, yet you keep pushing forward.
It’s pride isn’t it? Yeah it is. You won’t pull the plug and ride off into the sunset until you know in your heart that all you could accomplish, avenge and revenge has been ticked off your industry bucket list. That’s a dangerous game Lizzy. You know what the ultimate price is if you go too far. Analyze what you’re walking into in New York. Justify it. Just like you always do…
++I silenced my solo conversation and listened to hear if Bijou had signaled. Nothing. She must still be winding him up. I pulled the tufted bench away from the vanity and sat down, resting my elbows on the vanity itself, staring at my own reflection. I had aged gracefully, but still you could just make out the tell tale signs of pushing 40. As my reflection stared back at me, I continued my conversation++
Elizabeth: I mean being paired with Ricky isn’t exactly a bad thing. That kid is the future of this business. He has it. ALL of it. Talent, charisma, tenacity. He has a good head on his shoulders and he is going to go far. A petty person, a smaller person would be bitter that they are being forced to team with the person who beat you for your strap. They would take it personally. You know your achievements. You know every strap you’ve ever held. On the upside, you bested a rival to earn that belt. You also know that there will always be more opportunities. You handled losing to him gracefully and with respect and dignity. That’s progress Liz. You’ve had almost 20 years in the business, there is no shame or embarrassment about shifting from carrying the company to a support role. It also helps that you and Ricky are already familiar with each other's style which means compared to Chatman and Necra, puts the odds in our favor.
Keeping up the pace of the match isn’t an issue. You’re a veteran. You know what you need to do. You know you need to make sure Ricky doesn’t get drug down and he looks strong. Champion advantage. What is the likelihood that Necra and Chatman can co-exist and flow off of each other to get the job done? Not likely. Different styles, different approaches for them both. You’ve been in the ring with Necra. She holds a solid L against you. You’re familiar with her ring work so you know what her weak points are and where she struggles. Share that with Ricky. Make the effort to reach out and compare notes. He’s worked with Chatman before and you haven’t really spent much time with Chatman. It’s a win-win situation for him and I. You aren’t trying to become his best friend, but you should try to be a professional.
Chatman is no slouch though. He is also in the same league as Ricky. The future. He’s a solid worker and learns fast. His ego is probably going to be his biggest hurdle. I guess that makes Necra the weak link. She has seen very little success in OPW. If You had to guess she’s already hit her peak and this is the best she can be. An instant critical flaw. She’s overshadowed by her peers and compared to you, she can’t lace your boots. You are her better. Yet she is very high on herself. She does not see herself in a negative light. Use it against her Liz. If you and her tie up, take a dominant stance. Challenge her. Distract her from the goal of the match. Trigger her pride and see if she self-destructs and ends up fucking Chatman over. It’s nothing personal, it’s just the nature of the beast. Who knows, targeting her may actually light a fire under her ass and force her to be better. I mean it worked against Lisa. Sometimes all a person needs is an extra hard shove to finally give a fuck.
++Just as the last word left my lips I heard the signal. New York would have to wait. Ricky, Chatman and Necra would have to take a backseat. I closed my eyes, switched the gears in my head and made my way out of the room quietly. The room key was still in the door. Bijou was precise and good at sleight of hand. I gently pulled the card from the lock and reinserted it. As the tumblers activated I opened the door calmly and swaggered my way into the suite. Jake was down to his boxer briefs, lounging on the plush couch in the front room. She had his full attention, until I strutted right into the common area and greeted him++
Elizabeth: Hello son. It’s been awhile. You don’t mind if I call you son do you? I was your step mother after all. I helped raise you. We used to be close and on such good terms, until Uncle Joe got in your head and turned you against me. At least he only manipulated your thoughts, what he did to my daughter, your half sister was far more heinous and unforgivable. And it seems that cunt Sarah is protecting him, hiding him and covering up for his atrocious behavior. So I decided a little family reunion was needed.
++My head cocked to the side as my stance tensed. His face was white as a ghost. He stammered and stuttered, trying to find the words to say. I raised my index finger and wagged it back and forth as a snarl crept across my lips++
Elizabeth: No no. Shh now. Daddy isn’t here to protect you and baby you. He’s wormfood. Uncle Joe is being shifted from safe house to safe house by Sarah and well Sarah? As far as she is concerned you have always been little more than dog shit on the heel of her shoe. If this isn’t enough for you to be cooperative, let me lay some deep truth on you. If you enjoy the lifestyle you are able to live it would be in your best interest to play ball, because Daddy left you nothing. I’ve been footing that bill. He disowned you when you washed out of the business. You were supposed to follow in his footsteps and continue the family name, but you bitched out. I can take it all away in a phone call Jakey, so I think you know what you need to do, yeah?
++He nodded solemnly and a cruel smirk slowly formed++
Elizabeth: Very good, son. Let us begin…