Chapter 24: Moving along.
Jack stood naked in the middle of the bedroom, she had her teeth clenched and was trying really hard to force her tears back. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath and tried to calm down. After a long moment, she headed for the bathroom with her hands clenched into fists. He doesn’t love me, she kept thinking, over and over. Jack felt overwhelmed by sadness, and she hated it. It kept making her think about life, and made her realize she had always been miserable. She shook her head slightly as a few tears escaped.
Still wanting to be with him, even after what had been, or rather, what hadn’t been said, Jack left the light in bathroom on low. She was hoping that Riddick would finish his business in time to join her.
She turned on the shower, and after adjusting the temperature, sighed and stepped in. It was just sex, Jack, she thought, annoyed with herself. Stop being a stupid kid. Try being a woman for once and stop over reacting. She heaved an uneven breath and stood under the stream of water, trying to relax her muscles. Jack tried to sort out her feelings about what had just happened. On the one hand, finally being with Riddick had been amazing. She bent to pick up the soap, wincing as she realized just how sore she was. Oh, shit, she hissed as an unwilling smile came to her lips.
As she worked the soap into a lather, she recalled a conversation she had had with Danielle. Danielle had said something like “…men think about sex 24/7 Audrey. They don’t care about feelings. Unfortunately, almost all of them live by : fuck them and forget them. Better get used that…” She had finished her words with a sad and ironic chuckle. Jack sighed and closed her for a moment. If he didn’t love her, at least he wanted her around. And the sex is fantastic, she thought as she smiled and giggled. She gently rubbed her skin with the lather from the soap, bringing back the memory of Riddick’s hands stroking her body. She could still feel them, firm, yet gentle and warm on her skin. Suddenly she stopped, she couldn’t help but wish that he had said ‘I love you’ to her, but he hadn’t.
Jack refused to believe that what they had just shared had been ‘Just Sex’. Amazing, great, but just sex, No way. She thought about the possible reasons why Riddick had remained silent. One, Riddick didn’t love her. Two, Riddick didn’t know the meaning of the words ‘I love you’. The first one was just simply so painful that she refused to consider it. And the second…He just simply didn’t know how to tell me , or he just isn’t ready to tell, or he doesn’t want to tell me, or…Jack figured that she could continue this line of thought forever, when she realized something. She didn’t care. She didn’t care if Riddick wouldn’t, or couldn’t, say the words. He had shown her how much he loves her, without even realizing it probably.
He had shown her by the way that he stroked her body with those beautiful hands of his. Shown her with the way that he looked at her with his equally beautiful eyes. His silver gaze had told more than mere words could ever say. She knew that Riddick wasn’t a man of words, he was a man of action. And what a man, Jack, she thought with a grin, feeling a shiver as she had another flashback to the bedroom. Who needs words when you have actions? She asked herself. Words, they can fade with the wind, but actions, they can stay forever, she added, smiling as she continued to wash, now humming an old song.
Riddick played with the small disc, running it through his fingers as the dim light in the cabin reflected off of it. At this point, he didn’t need to add any more reasons to kill Dr. Morris. But Riddick was curious as to why the doc had prescribed such a treatment for Jack. What kind of sick shit were you trying pull doc? He sighed heavily and left the disc in the cockpit. How and why Jack had ended up on Thalion, and in what state, had been bothering him since he found her, before Alain had opened his mouth. He had seen the new scars that were on her body, ones that hadn’t been there five years ago, he was sure. Riddick hadn’t paid any attention to them when he had seen them during her seizures and withdrawal. He had been to busy trying to control his body’s reactions, and take care of her. But when they had been together, he had memorized every inch of her body, from head to toe. The vision of Jack’s naked body beneath him while they were making love, how her green eyes sparkled full of passion and desire as she had reached her climax… Those visions would be engraved on his minds eye forever. If he had died right then and there, he would’ve died a happy man. Riddick stopped himself and went back over what he had just thought. Love? He frowned. Since when do you know what the fuck love is, Rick? I thought you just fucked’em and left’em man. Riddick let out a nervous chuckle at that thought. That was before Jack, he told himself. He felt his heart rate pick up just from thinking about her.
He still had to think about those damned dreams though. He had pushed aside all rational thought while he was with her, but for how much longer could he keep that up? How much longer would he be able to protect her? Her life was literally in his hands now. Riddick remembered how she had looked when he had left the bedroom, her eyes brimming with tears. He realized the sudden pain in his chest was because his heart ached. Aw fuck, Jack, he closed his eyes and lifted a hand to rub at his chest, What’ve you done to me?
Riddick was brought back to the moment at hand when heard Jack singing in the shower. It made him grin. He looked back at the small disc, Plenty of time later to check that out, he thought. He had more pleasurable business to deal with first. Still grinning, he left the cockpit and headed to the bathroom. If he couldn’t tell her that he loved her with words, at least he could show her. Yeah.
“I thought I told you to stay in the bedroom, kid.” He growled on entering the bathroom. Taking off his boots, he continued to act annoyed. “This how it’s gonna be from now on? You’re just gonna do whatever the fuck you want?” He asked as he unclasped his pants.
Jack smiled. “What, You think you can still boss me around big guy?” She asked. “Are you going to punish me if I don’t follow your orders?” She teased as she opened the shower to let him in.
Riddick went motionless and stared at her naked body. Mmmm. “Sounds like a plan, Jackie girl.” He answered and a devilish smile crossed his face. “I wonder what kind of punishment you deserve, kid.” His voice was back to that low, deep growl, that she could feel in her chest. He finished pulling off his cargoes and stood back up, causing Jack to catch her breath. A very naked Riddick was now flashing her.
“Well, big evil, come ‘ere and get me.” She teased and beckoned to him. “You know what a naughty girl I’ve been.” Riddick let out a playful growl and stepped into the shower, circling her waist with his arms. “I’m dying to know what you’ve got in mind for me, Riddick.” She purred, turning so that she could put her arms around his neck, pressing their bodies tightly together.
“I bet you would.” He growled as he rubbed his body against hers. Jack’s eyes were wide and sparkling with an impossible brightness. Riddick was mesmerized by them as he felt the warm water sliding down his back. “Yesss, ….warm… water.” He growled, grabbing Jack’s ass and raising her up in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist, smiling. He moved forward until she was pressed between him and the wall.
Jack moaned softly. “Too many cold showers lately big guy?” She purred softly, nibbling his earlobe. His hands came up to cradle her head, tilting it back, he locked eyes with her.
“You have no idea, Jack.” He whispered against her lips, capturing them. Jack pressed her body to his, causing a deep groan to escape Riddick’s lips. In response, she let out her own soft mewl of pleasure. Yesss… He loves me. She thought as she surrendered to him.
Damien entered the landing codes for Zul. His plan was to kill Alain Morris fast. This way he could make contact with his paymaster as soon as possible so he could find out where Riddick was, and with a bit of luck, Jack too. Yeah, I’ll find you, you fucking whore, he said to himself, grinning.
Five years before, Damien has lost track of Jack in an alley on New Mecca. In spite of his connections, and his business with Dr. Morris, he didn’t have a clue as to where Jack had gone. It seemed as if she had vanished from the galaxy. Of course, the fact that he had to spend more time than he wanted healing from the injuries she’d given him hadn’t helped. To this day, his back still hurt like a bitch every so often. Fucking little bitch, Damien chuckled. Riddick had gotten shiv happy with Johns, going directly to the sweet spot, while that bitch Jack had done the same to him. Now that’s fucking humiliating!, he hissed silently. He was suddenly furious with himself. He had been considered on of the best mercs out there, ever. He had to his credit some of the biggest bounties to ever be paid, for all kinds of scum. Damien thought that if he could just find Riddick, Jack probably wouldn’t be to far away. If she wasn’t with him, he would continue to hunt her down, with Big Evil’s bounty in his pocket.
Damien and Johns had met in bar when Johns had been tracking Riddick for almost six months. Damien had offered to help Johns catch him. He figured that with his connections, and the fact that he’d always been a lucky bastard, finding Riddick would be easy. In return, he and Johns would split the payday. That’s how the partnership between Johns and Damien had started. Soon after, Riddick’s bounty had increased greatly. It seemed that the Big Evil had pissed off someone important. Johns began to act strangely shortly after they heard about it, and Damien had known that their partnership was history. This was a month or two before the crash of the HG.
Since then, Damien had only been able to get close to Riddick on a couple of occasions. He’d discovered that Riddick constantly kept on the move. It was rare for him to stay in the same place, on the same planet, for more than a week; if he even stayed that long. It also appeared that Riddick had a knack for smelling mercs. After a couple years, Damien always found himself about two steps behind Riddick. The last two bastards to die by Riddick’s hands had been old friends to him. They were the same two fuckers that had left him to bleed to death in the alley on New Mecca. Damien grinned as the vision the two dead bodies popped into his head. How fucking ironic, even for you Riddick, he thought, laughing. Riddick had killed the two men that had kidnapped his Jack. Riddick, however, had been oblivious to that fact. Still, he had granted Damien’s wish; Thanks Big Evil, he laughed, You saved me the trouble.
Snake’s Bite, Damien’s ship, finally landed in the spaceport on Zul. He was now all business. He didn’t want to spend more time than necessary in Xela City. He reported his landing to the local authorities and when in search of his target: Alain Morris. “Ready or not, her I come.” He muttered as an evil grin graced his lips. He headed toward the city, but was still caught up in his thoughts of personal revenge. Damien didn’t realize it, but he had walked right by where The Darkveil was docked.
Inside The Darkveil, Riddick had snapped his eyes open as his inner beast growled in silent alarm. Mercs, he grunted. He then looked at Jack, who was peacefully asleep, clasped to his body in the darkness. Riddick carefully disentangled himself, trying not to wake her, and stood. He then leaned over her and kissed her lips softly, just a peck. “Riddick…” Jack mumbled in her sleep, smiling as she rolled to one side, grabbing his pillow. Riddick grinned and put on his cargoes and a t-shirt. Then he headed to the cockpit, licking his lips and relishing her taste on them.
Riddick inserted the disc Alain had given him into the terminal and made himself comfortable in the captains seat. As soon as it loaded, three icons appeared on the screen. He frowned slightly and fixing his gaze, began to read the information in the first one. The file described, in detail, the injuries that Jack had suffered when she had been brought back to Dr. Morris five years ago. It was a report that Dr. Morris himself had written. Riddick grunted as he felt his beast roar at the descriptions. Throughout the report two names were mentioned. Riddick recognized them. He had killed those two fuckers a few weeks ago in a system close to Gemini. His beast roared in pleasure at the realization. He remembered that he had pretty much enjoyed the kill, even though he hadn’t known what they had done to Jack.
It had actually been difficult for Riddick to even consider that Imam had had something to with Jack’s situation. He honestly didn’t like the idea of getting shiv happy on the holy man. Jack was too attached to him, even if she hadn’t seen him in five years. The fact that he had trusted Imam enough to leave Jack with him, had made him wonder if he had committed another unforgivable mistake. Riddick frowned deeply and grunted. Imam had made him a promise; a promise that Riddick actually had thought he would keep. For some reason, Imam had broken it. Riddick stopped reading for minute to think about Imam.
In the few conversations they had shared on New Mecca, Imam had showed him a high and deep respect. That fact alone was a novelty for Riddick. Not because he hadn’t been used to enjoying that little privilege, but the respect he usually received was due to the fear he usually engendered. Imam on the other hand, had always considered Riddick worthy of respect. Even when the holy man had known about Riddick’s past actions. Imam had also showed disappointment regarding Riddick’s relationship with Jack. At the same time, however, he had respected his decisions. Riddick definitely didn’t want to think about Jack’s pain being connected to Imam in any way. He closed his hands into fists, You’d better have had nothin’ to do with this fuckin’ shit, holy man, he growled. However much Imam’s death would have hurt Jack, he would have had no other choice but to kill him. Of course, he would’ve kept in mind that Jack loved Imam, and would’ve made it fast and relatively painless.
The bottom of the file contained a link to another file. Riddick opened it and immediately went motionless. His body tensed, his jaw clenched, and his hands again formed into fists. A picture of Jack’s naked body was spread across the screen in front of him. Fucking bastards! His beast started to rumble. He felt his blood boiling as it moved through his veins. It was one thing to read about her injuries, but this, this was something all together different. The beast within him howled in agony, as if the wounds they were seeing were inflicted on them, instead of the girl shown before them. A roar escaped from deep inside his chest as he closed his eyes. This was all my fault, I shouldn’t have left her behind, he took a deep breath and shook his head.
The galaxy considered Richard B. Riddick a heartless monster, a wild animal, a cold beast. Be never, not once, had he raised a hand to hurt a woman or child. Richard B. Riddick was a dangerous killer, but not even he would have been able to enact the atrocities he saw in front of him on a 15 year old girl. For the first time in his life, Riddick felt sick from the aftermath of violence. The bastards must have been professionals. The injuries were located in strategic locations, and it seemed as if the slices were placed in such a way as to result in the most pain. None of them, however, were enough to cause the victim to bleed out, or cause instant death. Riddick recognized the style; he had seen it before. He had even used it himself. Everyone in The Firm’s special forces was trained in it. After taking a few seconds to memorize each and every bruise, scratch, and cut that marred Jack’s body, he started to think about Dr. Morris’ death. Next time I won’t show mercy, he thought as the beast within roared in agreement.
Riddick then closed the current file and clicked on the second icon. It turned out to be Dr. Maurice Morris’ note-book. His lips curved in a devilish grin. It seemed that the good doctor was going to be in the Scorpion system for a month. Public lectures and meeting with The Firm’s Board. Scorpion system wasn’t too far from Alahur system, just a couple of weeks if they were to follow the commercial routes. It would be risky, but, Riddick wanted to face the fucking doctor as soon as possible. Riddick had always loved an element of risk.
At the bottom of Dr Morris’ planner, a picture caught his attention. In the picture, Morris appeared to be shaking the hand of another man, a little man. Riddick’s eyes went wide, he knew the other man quite well. Riddick had enjoyed scaring the shit out of him every time their paths crossed. That little bastard had been his connection with The Firm for almost five years. Riddick rubbed his chin. Interesting. The planet Malaca, where he had had his last meeting with the little man, was a two week trip from Zul. Hmmm. The was a big complication. Two places to go, same distance apart, but in opposite directions. Which one first? He wondered.
A sudden beeping caught his attention, which alerted him of a blinking light on the main panel. He let out a deep growl and stood. Riddick looked through the cockpit window and saw a young boy with a loaded trolley. The boy might’ve been sent by Alain with the supplies he had ordered, but then again, maybe not. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. It appeared as if the boy was deciding whether or not to move closer to the ship, or to just leave the trolley and run. Riddick chuckled as he shook his head. “Leave the shit and go the fuck away kid.” He muttered.
It seemed as if the boy could hear him, he walked up to the right side of The Darkveil and stopped in place where the ramp should have been. “The old man taught you well.” Riddick said in almost a whisper. As soon as the boy was in place, he stilled and then lifted his head. He was motionless, looking at the ship with his eyes wide. The boy was actually watching mesmerized and fascinated with The Darkveil. Ain’t got the whole fuckin night, asshole, so leave the shit and run the fuck away from here before I slash your skinny neck, Riddick growled to himself. Suddenly the boy shivered and snapped back to action. He unloaded the boxes as fast as he could and left with hurried steps, forcing himself not to look behind him when he heard the ramp being lowered. Riddick watched the frightened boy almost running across the space port as he tried not to burst out laughing. He managed to just shake his head and grin.
Finally, the lamp was lowered completely. Riddick walked down the ramp and sniffed the air around him. Frowning, he turned his head to his left, as a deep grunt escaped from his throat. Mercs, his inner beast growled, starting to pace in its cage. They were in Zul after all, and ex-mercs were part of its population. Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Rick. A merc will always be a fucking merc, he thought silently. Riddick then hurried to get the boxes and carry them inside the ship. He then entered the security code and headed to the main cabin.
He sat once again in the cockpit and cracked his neck. The small disc was still in the terminal. He sighed deeply as he clicked on the last icon. He arched his brow as in front of him appeared a program that would hack into top security files. Riddick had seen and used similar programs before, but he’d never seen one like this. It appeared to be perfect. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the screen. With this program he would be able to hack into The Firm’s most classified files, even from his ship. Riddick exhaled loudly as he stood. He didn’t want to spend any more time on solid ground. Docked in a spaceport, even one on Xela, they presented an easy target. He turned and went in search of Jack. His instincts told him that they were in danger here. He needed to speak with Alain one more time, and then they were headed off this rock.
Riddick watched her sleeping for a long moment, then, climbed on the bed. He encircled Jacks’ body, letting out a deep sigh. Jack made herself comfortable in his arms as she smiled, blinking away her sleep. She then rolled around to face him as she pressed her lips to his neck, brushing his skin gently.
“Love you, Big Evil.” She whispered softly against his neck. Riddick chuckled as he tightened his embrace, burying his face in her hair. She said it again, Yeah, I could get used to this, he thought with a grin. Inhaling deeply, he let out a deep growl. Yeah, Riddick, I know, you love me too, Jack said to herself.
Riddick frowned as he stroked her bare back, he noticed with his fingertips a small scar on her right side. This brought back the images he had seen on that damn report he’d been reading earlier. He noticed that it was just a tiny one, but he rubbed it gently. “I’m sorry, kid.” He found himself saying.
Jack frowned and tilted her head back to look into his eyes. “For what?” She asked, puzzled.
Riddick heaved a hard sigh. “I shouldn’t have left you with Imam on New Mecca, Jack. Now I’m sure that I made a terrible mistake.” He growled, his voice carried a hint of guilt and regret. “If I would’ve known what those fucking mercs were gonna do to you….” He trailed off, for a second unable to get rid of the vision of her fragile body broken and in pain. An unconscious deep groan left his lips as his eyes smouldered. “I would’ve killed those fuckers right then and there, instead of fucking five years later.” He growled through clenched teeth, his voice sounded menacing and as cold as ice itself.
Jack’s eyes went wide as she gasped. How had he had figured out what they’d done to me? She wondered. I almost didn’t remember myself, she added as an uncontrolled shiver passed along her spine. Riddick noticed and tightened his embrace around her, as a heavy sigh escaped his lips.
Even though Jack had remembered most of the events of her life, those weeks on board The Firm’s ship were still a slightly blurred memory. She remembered just a few things here and there; most of them extremely painful. Fortunately for Jack, the sickest details had been whipped from her mind.
Jack pressed her body to his as she kissed his lips softly. “Don’t be sorry, Riddick. How could you have known? It wasn’t your fault. Sooner or later, they would have found me,” she said gently. “At least I killed one of them.” She couldn’t help but grinned. Riddick raised a brow.
“Now that’s my girl,” he chuckled, feeling proud of her.
Jack’s face went serious again and she sighed heavily. “Back then, they worked for The Firm. I guess they sent them to find me and Dr. Morris knew it.” She explained to him, her voice sounded angry. After taking another deep breath, she continued. “I wish I could pay a visit to him. I think that piece of shit owes me a few fucking answers.” After growling this last bit, she tightened her jaw. An evil grin crossed Riddick’s lips. Jack narrowed her eyes at him, “What?” She asked with an arched brow.
“I think your wish will be granted, kid.” Riddick chuckled. Jack’s looked puzzled again. “Have you been to Scorpion?” He asked her, almost in a whisper. Jack slowly nodded no. “That’s what I thought.” He teased. Jack smiled. “I think we should go there. Scorpion is one of my favorite systems in the galaxy.” He grinned and licked his lips. It seemed as if he were thinking something else even as he was speaking to her. Jack had seen that grin before, and it could mean only one thing. Riddick had started forming a plan in his mind. A plan that, without a doubt, included death and mayhem.
“Why Scorpion system?” She asked as she stroked his arm gently.
“Well, you see, contrary to popular belief, I’ve got a friend. Actually, you know him.” He growled evenly.
Jack looked at him, a mock shocked expression on her face. “Since when have you got a friend big guy?” She asked him, teasing.
Riddick’s grin went wide. “Let me see,” he said as he glanced as his chrono. “Since about three hours ago, more or less,” He said as he winked her. Jack laughed, but honestly, she didn’t know what the hell he was talking about. Then she thought about his words. “The old man from the shop?” She asked. Riddick nodded. “So, you met him before? Where? in Slam?” Riddick nodded again. “That man is too similar to the fucking doc, Riddick. Too similar for my taste actually. His voice, his face. Who is he?” Her voice was full of curiosity. If someone had met Riddick before, and still was breathing, that meant that the guy was worthy to meet, even if he had something to do with Dr. Morris.
Riddick cleared his throat. “Alain Morris.” He said nonchalantly. “Dr. Maurice Morris’ brother, Jack.” He smirked.
Jack’s mind raced with all kinds of thoughts. But what she couldn’t understand, was why the man was in Zul with his family name. “Why is he here? His brother has a lot of credits.” She said as she traced Riddick’s jaw with the tip of her fingers.
Riddick stared at her eyes. “Alain Morris is a hacker. And I’m not talking about just any hacker, Jack. The old man means real business. He’s the fucking King of Hackers.” His voice was deep and serious. “The old man says that his fucking brother sent him to slam city and killed his woman.” He added and sighed.
Jack’s eyes went sad as soon as she heard his words She had considered Dr. Morris a nice person until she remembered everything about her past. So polite and full of tenderness with her, that she had almost started to think of him like a father. And then suddenly, he was just a heartless monster, considering what she was learning about him and if what Alain said was true. The voice inside of her mind had always told her not to trust him completely, and now Jack understood why.
“What are we gonna do, Riddick?” She asked almost in a whisper.
Riddick slowly stroked her hair as he spoke, his voice calm and gentle. “I’m gonna kill that fucking doc, slowly, and I’m gonna enjoy each and every fucking second of his painful death. Nobody messes with what is mine.” He explained evenly. Jack’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets at the sound of Riddick’s words.
It was one thing to figure out his plans, it was completely different to hear him talk about them with such calm. As if killing someone was the most natural thing to do. It wasn’t that Jack didn’t like the idea of killing Dr. Morris, but she still had a hard time assimilating Riddick’s actions. She could easily forget who she was dealing with. The Riddick she knew and loved had nothing to do with the Riddick who the rest of the galaxy thought he was. His dark side was the one speaking at that very moment, and she knew that too well.
He carried a hand to her cheek, stroking gently. He knew too well what was bothering her now. Riddick sighed heavily. “Jack, I know you don’t like to think about me as a killer, but that’s what I am.” He explained to her as his fingers lingered with his caress. “I’ve seen what he let them do to you, Jack. I’m not gonna let that fucking bastard live. No after what I’ve seen, Jack.” His hands started to travel along the outline of her shoulder and hip. He didn’t know how to tell her that he had been killing people in exchange for his freedom. Riddick felt that after he had left her, he’d had nothing to hold on to, to survive for. He sighed heavily and plunged on. “I’ve been working for The Firm for the last five years, Jack. They made me an offer that I couldn’t refuse.” He stopped and locked eyes with her. “You were my last target, kid. After you, well, they were supposed to set me free.” His voice sounded grave. Riddick growled and continued. “When all this shit is done, I’m afraid that we’re gonna keep running for the rest of our fucking lifes, Jack.” He frowned slightly, thinking about his nightmares.
Jack went silent and thought about Riddick’s words. Honestly, Jack hadn’t thought about their future. She was now living her life like as if today was the last. She wasn’t planing a future, of any kind. It wasn’t that Jack didn’t trust him when he had said that he was going to protect her, but she new that even Richard B. Riddick was human. Ok, an exceptional one, but still human after all. If she loved him, she had to be honest with her feelings. She had to love the beast within him. After a long moment, she let out a deep sigh and nodded slowly. Riddick nodded too. They stayed silent, just staring at each others eyes. “You trust him?” She asked, breaking the silence, a hint of worry in her voice.
Riddick locked eyes with her. “No. But we’re gonna visit him again and find why his fucking brother wanted you so bad.” He growled, as his hands continued of their own accord to stroke Jack’s body. She shivered slightly. In spite of their conversation, she could again feel the sensations growing inside her body as Riddick’s hands were warm and deliberately slow, stroking her skin. Jack moaned. “I want you so bad right now, Jackie girl…” He trailed off, his voice a sensual rumble as he leaned his head, capturing her lips. Jack let out a tiny moan and parted her lips for him. Riddick’s kisses weren’t a joke. She realized at that moment that Riddick meant business in every aspect of his life. They were kissing each other for what seemed an eternity. When they parted, they were panting. “Fuck, Jack. You’re killing me, woman.” He teased as he grabbed her bottom.
Jack laughed as she rolled on top of him, straddling his hips. She then leaned down, pressing her body to him until her lips were touching Riddick’s ear. “Are you ready for me, Riddick?” She asked, a devilish grin on her lips.
Riddick chuckled. “I’ve been ready all my fucking life.” He winked at her, smacking her ass. Jack let out a small yelp in surprise and her eyes widened. She could fell his erection pressing into her through his cargos. She made herself comfortable on him, pressing down hard. Riddick growled deep as he took a bunch of Jack’s hair in his hands. He then gently titled her head back and locked eyes with her. Jack’s eyes were full of desire and passion, staring back at his silver ones full of lust and … what? She couldn’t be sure, but she would have sworn that his mercurial gaze showed something more.
Riddick suddenly chuckled. “You want to know something funny, kid?” He asked grinning. Jack smiled broadly and nodded. He then frowned as his eyes flickered to hers. “I shined my eyes more than ten fucking years ago, and tonight’s the first time that I’ve regretted it. And you want to know why?” He chuckled in his deep, sensual rumble. Jack’s smile faltered a little at the tone of his voice, and she felt tears rising fast, but she slowly nodded again, forcing them back. “Cause I can’t see the true colour of your eyes Jack.” He said as he closed his eyes, letting a hard sigh escape his lips.
Jack looked at him, speechless as an invisible knot closed her throat, causing her heart skip rhythm just to match Riddick’s. Here it is, Jackie girl, she told herself. Riddick’s just told you that he loves you, Jack! Her mind exclaimed.
Riddick then opened his eyes and stared at hers. Jack swallowed the knot in her throat and carried a hand to his cheek, stroking gently she spoke. “Riddick, I loved your eyes since the very first time I saw them, just as much as I love you. I would never wish that they were different.” Her voice was sweet but firm. “With those beautiful, silver eyes of yours, you’re the only one able to see me the way I am.” She whispered, staring at his eyes. “I love you, Richard B. Riddick. I only wish that everyone would be able to see what I see when I look at them, at you.” Her voice was firm, with no trace of doubt. “You’re not gonna get rid of me so easily, not now that I’ve found you again. If you think that I’m gonna let you go, then you’re fucking nuts, man. Like I said before, I love you, Riddick. And no matter what happens to us from now on, that’s not gonna change, never, got it?” Jack said fiercely.
Riddick listened and then sighed, concerned. Why would anyone in their right mind love someone like him? “Why do you love me, Jack? I’m just a fucking killer.” His voice was deep and full of sadness.
Jack looked at him in complete silence for a moment. She then smiled broadly. “Yes, but you’re my fucking killer, big evil.” She whispered in a breath against his lips. She then closed the distance between their lips and kissed him like she’d never kissed him before.
Alain Morris was about to enter the security code to his shop’s door to open it, when suddenly he sensed someone watching him. Inhaling deeply he turned and looked at the alley located across the street.
From where he was hidden, the old man couldn’t see him. Or that was what Damien thought. Damien tensed as he felt the intense gaze of Alain on him and gasped. Oh, for fuck’s sake. Shined eyes? Damien sneered as he rolled his eyes. He then watched Alain for a moment. Dr. Morris had told him that his brother was five years younger than he was, so he might be around fifty. But the man in front of Damien’s eyes seemed much older, as if he was around seventy. He was a skinny man. Damien laughed silently. Harmless, he thought.
Alain grinned and turned his head again. He then opened the front door of his shop and entered, closing the door behind him. Alain thought that his life had arrived at its end. Sooner or later his brother would send someone to kill him. Alain hoped that Riddick would have time to figure out what Alain wanted to tell him. Hurry up, tiny boy. I’m running out of time, he said to himself, shaking his head.
Damien thought about his options for a long moment. At first he had thought that killing doc’s brother was his priority. But after a glance at his target, and considering the fact that the old man would be easier to kill than he thought at the beginning; Damien went over his options. His launch window, however, was up in six hours. Lately he had spent too much time travelling, following Riddick’s trail. It had been a while since he had the chance to fuck a bitch. He glanced at his chrono and made up his mind. A drink, a whore, and a death. Yeah, and in that exact order. Damien remembered he had seen a whorehouse a few blocks back, so he smiled an evil grin and headed back down the alley.
Alain made himself comfortable in front of his pc and started to type on the keyboard with incredible speed. The arrival of the merc on Xela, to kill him no doubt, represented a slight change to his plans. Alain had almost all the intel on Jack ready to show to Riddick and her, but now he had to also think about how he was going to avoid his own death. Alain frowned and thought over his options, and the more he thought the more he came to the same conclusion. He had no other choice but to ask Carl and the others for help. “Fuck, Maurice. You’re always forcing me to do things that I hate, fucker.” Alain muttered in disgust under his breath as he stood.
He then headed toward his vidcom and entered a number. A moment later a man appeared on the other side.
“Hello Hacker. Long time no see.” A cold voice greeted him.
Alain nodded and swallowed hard. “Hi, Carl. I need your help.” He said without preamble.
“Just tell me who’s the guy, and where I can find him.” Carl answered with an evil grin.