Logan, I'm Captain Michael Thomas. This is Agent Rory Wilson, U.S. Marshals.
"Fuckk," Sean Logan swore, a flash of panic on his face. But he quickly recovered and smirked at Dana, tilting back in his chair casually. "Why does she have to be here, again?" he asked the captain.
"Because you laundered money through her account," the captain replied. "And please sit your chair squarely on the floor.
Sean ignored the captain's admonition and continued rocking. "Yeah but it was not her money," he reasoned.
"It figures," Dana quipped. "The one time I get money from you, I can't keep it."
"Shut the fuck up you dumb bitch," Sean snipped at her.
The table shook. It was such a sudden distraction Dana and the captain both looked at the table as though it were animate while Sean toppled over backwards. Dana watched as the captain glared at Rory who put his hands up innocently and mutely asked, "What?" He looked at Dana and winked.
Dana gazed at him. She was no longer hurt that he had called her by his dead wife's name. She could only sit and stare as he returned to her in kind, while the captain tried to help a stunned and wailing Sean Logan off the floor. "Agent Wilson, could you help me here?" the captain asked.
"Certainly," Rory said. He deftly sprung across the table and stole a kiss from Dana, silently while Sean could not see. Dana thought the captain was going to pop. Rory leaned down and lifted the back of Sean's chair. "Careful. Do you think we should have someone look at him? Are you okay to continue?"
"I think I might need to get checked out. I think I would like to have an attorney now. I think I want to press assault charges."
The captain stole a glance to Rory. "Assault?" he asked Sean.
"Yeah against my dumb bitch ex-girlfriend."
Rory took a giant step up on to the table that separated Sean and him and charged him.
Captain!" Sean squawked.
"That wasn't assault," Rory roared. "This is assault!"
The captain frantically split his efforts between calling for help on the intercom and trying to pull Rory off of Sean. In short order, a rush of men and women burst through the door and separated Rory and Sean. Sean was lifted to his feet while he gripped his neck dramatically.
"Oh knock it off," Rory chastised. "I didn't even touch you there."
"I need an ambulance," Sean spoke directly to the captain. "And I would like to press charges."
"Press away laundry boy. You're about to be charged with a dozen felonies, and that's just the local stuff. The feds are going to have a field day with you, asshole. Not to mention the evidence we have of you stalking and repeatedly stealing from Dana. And given your previous arrest for assaulting this woman, you don't have a leg to stand on."
Rory crossed his massive arms and grinned at Sean. "Go ahead, shit-for-brains. Do your worst."
Dana watched as Sean had an epiphany. He looked at Rory and then he looked at Dana. He smiled. "I get it. You're doing each other aren't you?" He laughed. "I have to ask myself, not that I'm gay in any way, you're a good looking guy. What's in it for you? I mean I did it to get by you look like you're doing alright."
"I do very well," Rory replied coolly. "Thanks to her."
Sean's face changed but he wasn't quite credulous. "How is that?"
"Oh you didn't know?" Rory rebutted. "While you were busy trying to scam her out of a tiny bit of savings, she's loaded, dumb ass. She wrote a best-seller last year. Used a pen name so you'd never find out, and has a pile of money you could choke on. Hell, this woman's practically my sugar mama."
Sean was shaking, furious. "Bullshit. She couldn't write a grocery list. Besides, I looked into her bank account and I didn't see any millions."
Rory was a great actor. "A person can have more than one bank account. A person can have a private corporation," he said smugly.
And it worked. Sean stared at her, searching her to see if it was true or not. Dana did her part and just sat there, grinning.
"Fucking bitch
"Fuckk," Sean Logan swore, a flash of panic on his face. But he quickly recovered and smirked at Dana, tilting back in his chair casually. "Why does she have to be here, again?" he asked the captain.
"Because you laundered money through her account," the captain replied. "And please sit your chair squarely on the floor.
Sean ignored the captain's admonition and continued rocking. "Yeah but it was not her money," he reasoned.
"It figures," Dana quipped. "The one time I get money from you, I can't keep it."
"Shut the fuck up you dumb bitch," Sean snipped at her.
The table shook. It was such a sudden distraction Dana and the captain both looked at the table as though it were animate while Sean toppled over backwards. Dana watched as the captain glared at Rory who put his hands up innocently and mutely asked, "What?" He looked at Dana and winked.
Dana gazed at him. She was no longer hurt that he had called her by his dead wife's name. She could only sit and stare as he returned to her in kind, while the captain tried to help a stunned and wailing Sean Logan off the floor. "Agent Wilson, could you help me here?" the captain asked.
"Certainly," Rory said. He deftly sprung across the table and stole a kiss from Dana, silently while Sean could not see. Dana thought the captain was going to pop. Rory leaned down and lifted the back of Sean's chair. "Careful. Do you think we should have someone look at him? Are you okay to continue?"
"I think I might need to get checked out. I think I would like to have an attorney now. I think I want to press assault charges."
The captain stole a glance to Rory. "Assault?" he asked Sean.
"Yeah against my dumb bitch ex-girlfriend."
Rory took a giant step up on to the table that separated Sean and him and charged him.
Captain!" Sean squawked.
"That wasn't assault," Rory roared. "This is assault!"
The captain frantically split his efforts between calling for help on the intercom and trying to pull Rory off of Sean. In short order, a rush of men and women burst through the door and separated Rory and Sean. Sean was lifted to his feet while he gripped his neck dramatically.
"Oh knock it off," Rory chastised. "I didn't even touch you there."
"I need an ambulance," Sean spoke directly to the captain. "And I would like to press charges."
"Press away laundry boy. You're about to be charged with a dozen felonies, and that's just the local stuff. The feds are going to have a field day with you, asshole. Not to mention the evidence we have of you stalking and repeatedly stealing from Dana. And given your previous arrest for assaulting this woman, you don't have a leg to stand on."
Rory crossed his massive arms and grinned at Sean. "Go ahead, shit-for-brains. Do your worst."
Dana watched as Sean had an epiphany. He looked at Rory and then he looked at Dana. He smiled. "I get it. You're doing each other aren't you?" He laughed. "I have to ask myself, not that I'm gay in any way, you're a good looking guy. What's in it for you? I mean I did it to get by you look like you're doing alright."
"I do very well," Rory replied coolly. "Thanks to her."
Sean's face changed but he wasn't quite credulous. "How is that?"
"Oh you didn't know?" Rory rebutted. "While you were busy trying to scam her out of a tiny bit of savings, she's loaded, dumb ass. She wrote a best-seller last year. Used a pen name so you'd never find out, and has a pile of money you could choke on. Hell, this woman's practically my sugar mama."
Sean was shaking, furious. "Bullshit. She couldn't write a grocery list. Besides, I looked into her bank account and I didn't see any millions."
Rory was a great actor. "A person can have more than one bank account. A person can have a private corporation," he said smugly.
And it worked. Sean stared at her, searching her to see if it was true or not. Dana did her part and just sat there, grinning.
"Fucking bitch
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