Chocolate Covered Billionaire Navy SEAL (6 page)

The white box truck stopped in front of the Fullman plant and the rolling back door flew up with a loud roar. Eight Middle Eastern men, all wearing security uniforms, six holding automatic weapons and the other two carrying briefcases, jumped out of the truck and headed to the front door as the truck took off around the side of the building.

Akbar rushed to the front of the group, scanned his badge,
pulled the door open, then the other men rushed inside.

Marci rounded the corner to the lobby and stopped in her tracks when she spotted the suspicious group. "What the hell? What's going on here?" She pulled her phone from her purse and
Nasir snatched it out of her hand. "I don't think so, Miss Scaggs." After lifting his arm high, he smashed the phone down hard to the floor and it bounced up hitting Akbar in the knee.

Akbar yelped in pain.
"Geez, what the hell?"

"Sorry,"
Nasir said, cringing. Switching back to angry terrorist mode, Nasir pointed toward the corridor leading to the corporate offices. "Fareed, Kusay, find him!"

Two men dashed off down the hall.

"Now go." Nasir pointed toward the plant and four men, two with briefcases, quickly sprang into action heading toward the plant.

Suddenly Marci's phone rang and all the men looked to each other with surprise.
Nasir rushed to the phone and stomped down hard on it with his heavy boot. The ringing continued.

"Well, it's titanium. It's unbreakable," Marci boasted.

"You Americans." Nasir sneered. "You make me sick."

Akbar picked the phone up off the floor and studied it." Wow, not even a scratch. I can't tell you how many phones I've broken. Where do you get one of these?"

"Shut up," Nasir yelled. The phone rang once more. "Just turn that fucking thing off now."

Akbar fumbled with the phone pressing buttons, but the ringing continued.

"Hurry up."

"Sorry, I've never seen one like this before."

"It's the large button on the side, just hold it." Watching him, she rolled her eyes. "No not that one. Hold it in. Yes that's it."

When it finally stopped ringing, Akbar smiled with his accomplishment until he saw
Nasir's irritated expression.

"You've got it now?"
Nasir asked mockingly.

"Sorry," Akbar replied, sheepishly.

Turning away from Akbar, Nasir commanded, "Take her." He pointed toward the plant and two men took hold of Marci's arms.

"Let me go! Get off of me," Marci screamed as they dragged her down the hall. "
Uhhhh… Do you guys bathe? You smell horrible."

Akbar and
Nasir shared a dumbfounded look then turned to watch them go. Her voice faded off in the distance yet her ramblings continued, "My father is a very, very powerful man and he's not going to be happy when he finds out about this. You are wrinkling my shirt. Seriously, they don't have deodorant in your…" That was the last thing they heard as they pushed her through the double doors and onto the floor.

Akbar widened his eyes. "I told you she was a nightmare."

Nasir cringed. "How does he have the sex with her?"

Akbar returned a shrug.

"Maybe it's those big breasts."

Akbar shook his head. "Those are pretty new so I don't think that's it."

"Huh…" After taking a moment to contemplate all that, Nasir put on an evil smile. "I guess while we torture him we should ask."

"That's a great idea."

"How do they say in America? Let's get this party started."

"That's right." Akbar took his seat behind the security desk.

"Don't let anyone in!" Nasir turned on his heels and headed toward the plant.

Nasir
burst through the double doors to find two men holding Marci and the other two men holding another woman he didn't recognize. He raised his hands up. "Who the hell is this?"

"She says she's
Fullman's girlfriend," said one of the men.

Marci yelled, "She is not. I'm his fiancée."

"He can't stand you," Stephanie fired back.

"Skank."

"Loser."

"Whore."
Marci stuck her tongue out.

"Enough!"
Nasir sighed angrily. "I don't have time for this shit. Figure out which one is the real girlfriend and kill the other and do it quickly."

Nasir
took off leaving the six of them behind.

The four men spent the next twenty seconds looking at one another in confusion until they all shrugged in unison.

One said, "How are we going to do this?"

"Ask them some questions. Yes, ask."

"What kind of questions?"

"Shit. I don't know."

One of the genius's eyes widened. "Hey, Habib, you watch that show… what is it called?"

"Uh, I don't know what you are—"

"Come on, you know the one with the man and all the women and the roses and you know…"

Habib
looked nervously among his cohorts, then sighed. "Yes, I watch The Bachelor. It's really quite good."

"I love that show," Stephanie chimed in.

Marci made a face. "Really I would have thought someone like you would have preferred the Bachelorette."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You know thirty guys and only one girl." Marci raised her eyebrows suggestively.

Stephanie shot her a look that could kill.

"Go Habib ask them something."

"All right…"
Habib looked at Marci and began, "You with the big fake American tits, uh…" He shrugged. "What would Brock consider to be his dream date… what does he like to do?"

"Oh that's easy. He loves athletic things, like hiking or kayaking, but I can't stand any of that."

Habib narrowed his eyes, confused.

One of the men holding Marci asked, "Is she right?"

"I'm not sure."

Marci let out an annoyed grunt. "Look I had sex with him today."

"Well, I had sex with him yesterday," Stephanie fired back with a sneer.

"Skank."

"Bitch."

Marci smiled. "Hey, if you terrorist guys are looking for a gang bang, this one right here has a lot of experience in that department. She'd be great for—"

"Well at least I can tell when a guy actually has an orgasm."

Marci scoffed. "Yeah, you can tell that a little too well."

"What is gang bang?" The man holding Stephanie asked.

"Seriously?"
Marci chuckled.

"What is this thing?"

"It's where like a bunch of guys have sex with a girl all at the same time."

The four terrorists exchanged horrified looks until one asked, "How is that even possible? Where do you put all the—"

"Show 'em Steph…" Smiling, Marci shook her head from side to side.

"I'll show you, you…" Stephanie struggled to break free from her captors. "Let me go. Let me go and I'll kill her for you."

"Shut up!" A man pulled Stephanie to the side and grasped her by both shoulders. "Shut up!"

"What the hell?" From out of nowhere
Nasir appeared gazing at the six of them with his jaw hanging open.

"Sorry
Nasir."

"What is going on here?"

"We can't figure out which one is the girlfriend." Pointing to Stephanie, the man replied sheepishly. "She had sex with him today and the other one did yesterday, so we, uh—"

"No, I had sex with him today," Marci corrected.

"Silence!" Nasir screamed. "Take them both to the location." He narrowed his eyes. "And here I'll make this easy for you morons. The first one of them who speaks… kill her and then we will have just one."

The girls curled their lips then fired angry looks at one another.

"Got it?" Nasir shot them a weary look.

"Yes, sir."

"Now go!" Nasir flailed his hand dismissively and the four men rushed off, dragging the girls away.

Brock returned only slightly winded from his five mile run. He slipped up to his office, took off his sweaty clothes and got into his shower. Fareed and Kusay had been searching the offices for him for the last twenty minutes. After splitting up, Kusay headed off toward the south side of the building while Fareed doubled back toward the executive offices.

Hearing the sounds coming from Brock's office,
Fareed readied his weapon and moved quietly through the outer door. He spotted shorts and a t-shirt lying on the carpet and moved quickly across the room to stand just outside the entrance to the bathroom. Holding his weapon across his chest, he took a deep breath.

Glancing through the doorway, he spotted a hulk of a man washing his hair behind the foggy glass shower door. He stepped carefully into the room with his finger on the trigger and approached the shower stall. He pulled open the door and Brock moved his head from under the spray as he struggled to see what was going on. "Stephanie?"

Fareed's eyes were drawn south and shot wide open. "Yaa raabi! Wald il qahbaa!" Fareed said while staring transfixed at Brock's ridiculously enormous equipment, which translates to, 'Oh my God’ and ‘son of a bitch!'

With the weapon lowered along with the intruders focus, Brock quickly opened his palm, cocked his arm back and delivered a devastating strike to the armed man's nose. A horrible crunching sound was followed my blood gushing from
Fareed's face as he dropped instantly to the floor of the bathroom losing his weapon in the process.

As he lay groaning in pain Brock fell to the floor, putting the man in a rear chokehold, then with one flex of his bicep and twist, broke his neck killing him.

Brock pushed the man's lifeless body away, crawled over to pick up the automatic weapon and got to his feet. With the gun pointed at the door, he blindly reached into the shower and turned off the water.

Moving to the doorway, he stood still a moment with his back pressed up against the wall. He was dripping wet, naked and catching his breath. He picked up the phone hanging by the toilet and found there was no dial tone.

"Shit!" Rubbing his head, he thought the phone lines must have been cut. His eyes brightened with the hope that the wireless network might still be up. He peeked out the doorway and found it clear. Swiftly he glided past the opening to the other side of the bathroom and grabbed a towel, securing it around his waist.

After peering out the doorway again, he rushed to close and lock the outer door. Then he moved to his computer and went to work bringing up security camera images from around the building. Most of the views showed that the building was empty, but then he reached the lobby and saw Akbar sitting behind the desk. Looking closer, he saw the Colt LE6900 rifle leaning against the desk next to him.

Flipping through other images, he discovered the box truck parked at the loading dock, one man working near ventilation unit number two and another near ventilation unit number one, although from the distance he couldn’t tell exactly what they were doing. Moving to another image his jaw fell open upon seeing both Marci and Stephanie standing with their backs up against the support polls of a warehouse rack in the center of the building. Their hands were behind their backs and three men carrying the same Colt rifles were standing nearby.

"Fucking bastards!"
He closed his eyes and groaned. Grabbing his telephone, he discovered it was also dead. His eyes scanned the desk in a desperate search for his cell phone, but it wasn't there. He grabbed his pants hung over the chair and searched the pockets to no avail. He moved back to his computer, flipping through the images once more, counting the men. One at the front desk, two at the ventilation units, three with the girls and three more rushing through the office that's nine total. Taking a closer look, he realized one of the three men in the office was twenty feet outside of his door and closing in.

Brock moved to the door and unlocked it, then rushed to the bathroom. After placing the rifle down, he pulled the dead man up and onto the toilet seat, positioning him and draping a towel over his head. He turned on the faucet then grabbed the gun and moved behind the partially closed door.

Peering through the hinged opening, he waited with a clear view of his office door. Seconds later the door swung open slowly and the barrel of a rifle poked through. Then the man appeared scanning the room before walking slowly toward the bathroom door. Brock grinned as the man hunched down tilting his head with his eyes widened as he no doubt spotted his supposed toilet sitting target.

Brock took aim, pulled the trigger twice and the man dropped to the floor in a heap. Running out of the bathroom, Brock moved to the outer door and peered out just as the other two men were ten feet down the hall. "Shit," he whispered before gritting his teeth and spinning out from the doorway firing bullets at both men's chest. Brock nailed the lead man right in the heart with multiple shots and he dropped down hard. Struck once in the shoulder, the second man returned fire and Brock took off down the opposite hall in his bare feet and wearing nothing but a towel as bullets sprayed all around him. Turning the corner, he stopped then peered back around quickly, spotting the man he tagged with a bullet and now also another man he recognized coming for him. It was Akbar.

Thinking quickly, he ran down the hall to the stairway and slipped through the steel door. He hurried down the steps, opened the door at the bottom slightly and peered out. It was clear, so he opened the door, scanned the hallway of darkened offices and narrowed his eyes. Hearing footsteps rushing down the steps, he moved into the middle office and pressed his body against the wall pointing the rifle toward the doorway.

Out in the middle of the plant,
Nasir paced around angrily. The women were still tied to the rack as the two other men stood guard. Two men returned from the bowels of the building.

Nasir
asked, "Are we all set?"

"Yes sir."

"Have you heard anything from Fareed or Akbar?"

"No. They are not answering."

Nasir sighed. "Let's go find them."

As the three headed toward the offices, Marci looked at Stephanie. "When I get out of here I'm totally going to have sex with Brock, like amazing sex."

"No, you’re not. I'm going to have sex with him." Stephanie sneered.

"You're crazy."

The terrorists shared a tired look. One sighed, looking to the ceiling. "Please, Allah, help us."

Marci said, "You know, I might even let Brock tie me up like this because this is
sorta hot."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm just saying that—"

"Shut up. Shut up you two!" One of the captors rushed over angrily. "I can't take it. Not another word."

After taking a deep breath, Marci sneered. "Hey, why do you hate us anyway? I mean, I know I have like five— two thousand dollar Louis Vuitton purses, and I really do care what Khloe and Kim are up to, but I mean, does that really make us bad people?"

"What?" The terrorist stared at her
dumbfounded.

"The
Kardashians… you know."

The man shook his head ruefully then looked to his partner who simply returned a shrug.

"One more word and I'm going to kill you."

Stephanie announced, "Yes, please kill her. Please, she's getting on my nerves too."

Marci shot her a pointed look. "If they kill anyone, they should totally kill—"

"Shut up! I'm serious."

The man pointed at Marci then at Stephanie and gritted his teeth. "Look, Nasir changed his mind and he won't let me kill either of you, but if I hear one more word, one more… I'm going to take off my underwear and shove it in your mouth. I've been wearing them for four days now and I haven’t showered once. Let's see you try to talk then."

Both women curled their lips tightly and widened their eyes. The man dropped his head in his hands and walked away groaning.

Inside the office, Brock heard the door swing open and then nothing else. Seconds ticked by as he waited with his heart beating out of his chest. Suddenly he saw the first man walk past the door way and he held his fire. As soon as the second man was in sight, Brock fired striking him once in the back of the head. The man dropped down and Brock fired a spray of bullets at the other man as he scurried away.

Brock listened for a moment and heard nothing. Peering out into the hall, he spotted Akbar lying dead on the floor, blood pooled around his head and a trail of blood drops leading toward the bathroom door. He grinned determined, crossed the hall then shuffled slowly sideways along the wall until he reached the solid wood door. Looking down he spotted the man's pants visible through the ventilation screen at the base of the door. Backing up to the opposite wall he took a deep breath,
then took off launching his shoulder into the door. The heavy wood door exploded open, blasting into the man behind it and knocking him to the ground, sending his rifle skidding across the floor.

Brock smiled, leveling his gun at his target and pulled the trigger, but it clicked empty. The man groggily reached for his weapon and Brock stepped on his arm. The
man squeezed in pain until Brock drove the heel of his other foot into his face knocking him out cold.

After picking up the intruder's weapon, Brock fired a fatal shot and left the bathroom, telling
himself, four down and five to go. Rounding the corner, he came upon two men heading toward him. Without skipping a beat, he fired two perfect kill shots and they collapsed to the floor. Make that three to go.

Suddenly Brock felt the barrel of a hand gun pointing into his back. "Drop it Cocoa Death!"
Nasir growled. "If you want to see your precious fiancée or girlfriend one last time before you die… drop it."

Brock sighed then ground his teeth together before tossing the rifle to the floor. After feeling a sharp pain in his neck, he collapsed to the floor.