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It was an extremely typical Monday. You had finished up your class at your college and were heading to your minimum-wage job. Of course, you were dreading it. Working in itself is difficult, but working in a large city in Pennsylvania at a McDonalds, during rush hour, made it even more difficult. You weren't even supposed to technically work today, but your only friend on the job had a cold, so of course you covered for her.
You clocked yourself in, briefly saying ‘Hi’ to your co-workers who were there with you. You didn’t honestly like them very much, most of them were highschoolers, who could not be more offended when you asked them to do their job. After getting your apron and washing your hands, you walk up to your shift lead.
“Hey Rebecca, where do you need me today?”
“Up at the front, not many people are coming in through there and we’ve got enough on drive-through”
“Alright, can do.” You reply, walking towards the front. Surprisingly, there’s already someone there. A man in his mid twenties, you think. He’s wearing a medical mask with a simple black zip-up and dark-washed jeans. He also has an army-green backpack on him, which looks like it might burst at the seams, as well as a black beanie.
He reminds you of something, but you can’t put your finger on it, so you ignore it. Hopefully we don’t get robbed or something . You think to yourself.
“Hi, how may I help you today?" You ask, getting back into work-mode.
"Uh, can I have a big mac meal?" He asks, looking around. He seems nervous, like what he's doing isn't allowed, like he's about to rob the place.
Before you can process that thought, your mouth opens. "Are you gonna rob us or something?" You widen your eyes, embarrassed. Why the FUCK would you say that? You're going to get fired now, good job. He just looks at you, says nothing. He no longer looks nervous, but frightened, like you're going to rob him! "What would you like to drink?" You ask, trying to ignore what just came out of your mouth.
"Coke." He says, handing you his card. "And no. Robbing is not my forte."
"Okay, it'll be 12.18." You take his card and scan it through the machine, ignoring his comment. It really did not help your nerves. You take the couple of seconds it takes for the card information to go through to get a better look at him. You really did recognize him, but you couldn't put your place on it. You looked at the name on the card, Mark Rosario . Nothing really stood out to you about that name, but his looks did. You try to rack your memory on what it could be, when you remember the recent shooting in New York.
The only reason you payed any mind to it was because your insurance was United Healthcare, and the CEO of the company had been shot a couple days earlier. You had just submitted a claim for a medical test a couple of months ago, and of course it had been denied. Your mom and grandma both struggled with a genetic life-threatening condition, and you needed that test to see if you had the gene for it. Now, you just have to hope and pray that if you do have the condition, it'll get caught before it becomes fatal. At least maybe with the CEO gone, you could resubmit the claim. But that wasn't just it, while your mom had been struggling with the condition before she passed, United Healthcare had denied pain meds, tests, and other things that could've helped her in her final couple of years.
Another reason was because everyone on the internet was thirsting for the two photos that had been released of the suspect. You thought it was a little silly, I mean, sometimes criminals were just attractive, you didn't understand what was so different about this guy. Thinking about it more though, you realized it was probably because while he did commit a crime, it was a crime that kind of needed to be done. For the sake of the people who have died from the CEO's actions. Remembering the photos, you looked back at the guy in front of you. He did have similar eyes and eyebrows, it was definitely a possibility.
Realizing you had just spent who-knows-how-long thinking about the attractive man in front of you, you swiftly grab his card from the machine with his receipt and hand it back to him, muttering a small apology before making his food in the back. While making his food, you look over to the seating area. The- maybe- shooter was leaning on the edge of the drink counter, looking at his phone briefly, before looking around the store. You notice he keeps looking in a certain corner, so you shift your view to look over there too. There was an older guy, looking at straight back at him, and you.
You look away, and continue to make his food. The old guy walks up to you, catching your attention while you put fries into the McDonald's box.
"Hey," He says. You look over at him.
"Hi, how can I help you?"
"That guy over there," He points over to the guy in the black hoodie and mask you've secretly been watching every move of. "I think he's the shooter of Brian Thompson, you know, United Healthcare's CEO." You widen your eyes in pretend shock, you had figured that out already.
"Oh my god, thank you for telling me."
"Yeah, I already called the cops, but you should too." He says, starting to walk away before pausing. "Give him his food first, don't want to raise suspicion." You nod your head, watching him walk away.
You were going to do that anyway, because you needed to help him get out of here before the cops came. It was most likely a stupid idea, but you had to. He might've committed a crime, but you didn't believe he deserved to get caught, or jail time. But of course, if you get caught helping him, you could go to jail too.
Fuck it.
You grab his food, a napkin, and a sharpie located at the front behind the register. You grab the napkin, and write:
Meet me in the back
Second door to your left
You put the napkin in the bag, and yell out his order number. Then, you look at the guy who told you about the shooter. You hold you phone up and shake it slightly, insinuating you're going to call the cops as well.
As fast as possible without raising suspicion, you rush into the back and grab your keys. You know there's a possibility he wont show up, as he seemed pretty nervous. You needed to figure out a way to get him out of here without the cops knowing, which meant, you needed to get out of work, and now. You look at your surroundings, and see a red sharpie. It'll work, but RIP my pants. You think, before grabbing it and rubbing the red ink on your pants, near your crotch, to play it safe, you added some that anyone could see from the back.
Suddenly, the door opens, and you jump. You realize you must have looked extremely odd bending down and marking your pants. You turn around, coming face to face with the shooter himself. Your mouth becomes dry, and slightly opened, all your thoughts have completely disappeared. You shake your head, regaining your composure. He just looks at you. You can't tell his expression at all behind the mask and hoodie.
"Hi," You start, clearing your throat slightly at the dryness. "Look, we don't have a lot of time. The cops are on their way and you need to get out. Take my keys, get into the trunk of my car. I have a plan. There's a door in the bathroom, it leads to a room then outside. Go through there." You hand him your keys, and motion with your hand to leave. He doesn't. "Now."
"Why are you doing this?" He asks, brows furrowed.
"Just get into my fucking car." You snap. You didn't have a lot of time, like at all.
Once he leaves, you do too, heading down the hallway and back to the front. You look at the seating area briefly, and you don't notice the older guy there anymore. You walk through the door-flap-thing and head to the kitchen.
"Hey Rebecca, I know this is a lot to ask-"
"What is it?" She cuts you off, with a very annoyed tone.
"My period started, it's all over my pants. I need to go home. It's really visible." You plead, hoping she'll take the bait. You turn around and show her the back for good measure.
"Alright, fine, but only because you're one of my most reliable employees."
"Thank you so much!" You reply, ripping your apron off and hanging it up, before swiftly punching yourself out. You head for the back door, and finally make it outside, when you see police cars everywhere. You panic, before realizing they're not arresting anyone, and you're both safe for now.
You fast-walk over to your car, before a policeman spots you.
"Hey!"
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
You turn your head, and see an officer coming towards you.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"Um, I'm heading home, officer, my period started at work and I have to go home." You say, trying not to seem like you're about to jump out of your bones.
"We have reason to believe that a potential murderer has been inside your store in the last fifteen minutes." He reaches into his pocket, and unfolds a piece of paper with the image you've seen plastered all over the internet. "Have you seen this man?"
"No, sir, I don't think I have." You reply, looking down at your shoes.
"Do you have a minute to talk?"
"Sir, with all due respect, I don't have a pad and I'm bleeding out." His eyes widen a little.
"Of course ma'am. Have a good day." He says, before walking away towards the other officers.
You basically run into your car, seeing your keys on your seat. You grab them and turn your car on.
"Don't make a sound." You say. You can't see him while he's in your trunk, since you've had an old car with a separated trunk for years now. You look back, rearing out of your spot and maneuvering around the police cars to get onto the road.
You could go back to your apartment, but you know that realistically it's not long until the officers connect the dots of his disappearance from the McDonald's you work at, right when you clocked out.
You decide the safest option is to go to a motel, so you start driving in the opposite direction of your apartment and towards the next city over. It's an old, run-down city with a lot of drug use and criminal activities. You usually avoid it at all costs, but right now, it seems like the best option.
On the way to the motel, the silence in the car becomes deafening, so you decide to turn the radio on.
"United Healthcare's CEO's shooter is in-"
You turn that off as quickly as possible.
After 20 extremely long and anxiety-inducing minutes, you arrive at the hotel. You take a second to stop your body from shaking, which you didn't really notice until your phone wouldn't stay still while trying to shut it off completely. After successfully turning it off, you turn your attention towards the trunk of your car, and well, the body in there.
"Stay here, I'm going to get us checked in." You don't wait for a reply before leaving and locking your car. You walk in, making small talk with the receptionist before getting a key for room 14. You go up the stairs, and look around the hallways, trying to find a back door.
You finally turn around one corner, and see a glowing green exit sign. Perfect. You exit out the door, and find your way back to the parking lot. Luckily, the back door leads into an alleyway, so you know the chances of anyone seeing him are low.
You unlock your car, and open the passenger side to grab your bag for school.
"Alright, gonna let you out now. Follow me and keep your hood up." Again, you don't wait for a reply and close the passenger door and open the trunk. He's there, in the fetal position, due to how small the trunk is. His mask is down under his nose, and you notice just how pretty he is before pulling him up and dragging him down the alleyway.
You don't utter a word until you've made it to your room. You push him in, lock it, and lean back against it letting a sigh out. You're safe, for now. You slide down the door, putting your head in your hands. What the actual fuck did you just do? You're harboring a fugitive. You look up at said fugitive, and he's staring right at you.
"Can I talk now?" He asks, and you can see his mask slightly moving with his mouth. It's back up on his nose, covering over half his face again.
"Technically just did, but sure." You reply, still sitting on the ground.
"Why did you help me? You knew the cops were coming, you knew that I'm a criminal, so why did you help me?" He's still staring at you, like his eyes are burning into your soul.
"Can you stop staring at me? And does it matter? You should be thanking me." You roll your eyes, as much as you do want to help him, you have no reason to really trust him. You don't wanna give him more information than necessary, you just want to keep him out of jail.
"I should be thanking you?" He looks down, and scoffs. "Maybe I didn't want to be saved. Maybe I already had a plan. You don't know shit."
"Obviously knew enough to get you away from the cops." You roll your eyes again, he's really fucking bratty . You think to yourself. "Whatever, I'm going to go use the bathroom, get comfy or whatever." You start to walk to the bathroom before he clears his throat. You pause.
"What are we gonna do about the.. one bed?"
You turn around quickly, seeing if you heard him right, and sure enough, you did. You hadn't noticed it while freaking out, but he was right. There was only one bed.
"I get the bed, you get the floor. Sound fair?" You say, I mean, in your defense, it was fair. You saved him and paid for the hotel room, it's the least he can do.
"How in the world is that fair?"
"I saved you and paid for the room."
"I'll pay you back, and I already told you, I didn't want to be 'saved'." He says and you pause, he insinuated it earlier but you didn't actually think that was the truth.
"What do you mean?"
"Can't tell you, it'll ruin the plan."
"Plan's already ruined."
"You got a point there." He replies, sitting down on the bed. He takes his hoodie and mask off, and lays down on the bed, sprawling himself out. You find yourself looking at his face. You found him attractive before, even without seeing his face, but you find yourself attracted to him now that you've seen his face. He's got pretty features, but with them all together, he looks almost perfect. You observe his five-o-clock shadow, the slope of his nose and lips, and when your eyes trail down his arms, you don't stop until you've memorized every part of him. You don't even really notice you're doing it until he catches your attention again. "Done staring yet?"
You look back up at his face and he's staring at you again with a slight smirk and a glint in his eyes.
"What- I was not staring." You look away, suddenly finding yourself very focused on your shoes again.
"Look, I know you don't like me much, and that's fine." He says, and you look back up at him.
"I never said-"
"Just let me finish" He interrupts, you just nod. "The floors here are shit, and neither of us is going to sleep on it. So, we're sharing the bed." He explains, matter-of-factly, like he's the only one here.
"Excuse you, but I would much rather sleep on the floor than next to a stranger that has murdered someone." You roll your eyes.
"Luigi."
"Huh?" You look at him confused.
"My name's Luigi. There you go, no longer strangers." You notice his lip turn up a bit, like he's trying to hide a smile.
"You could still murder me." You're still not convinced, I mean, you're vulnerable when you're sleeping. Plus, you could've sworn the name on his card was not Luigi.
"And you could call the cops on me. There, we're even." You quickly come to the realization that he's not backing down, and you're just going to have to listen.
"Okay, fine." You say, falling down onto the bed, in a similar way he is. Your arms are both spread out, almost touching, your backs are on the bed and you're looking at the ceiling with your legs dangling off the bed.
"That was easier than I thought."
"Shut it." You turn your head to look at him, expecting him to be staring at the ceiling and yet he's looking right at you. You wait for him to say something, but he doesn't. "What?" You ask, hoping it gets him to either stop or explain himself.
"You know, you're really pretty."
You scoff a little, but feel your face getting hot. You look away again, back at the ceiling. "Didn't I say shut it?"
He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. "I mean it. I'm glad my last night of freedom is spent with a pretty girl like you."
"Me too." You reply without thinking, looking at his lips. They look soft, and you wonder how it would feel if he kissed you.
"You too?" Luigi asks, trying to clarify what you meant.
"I mean, if this all goes to shit and I get arrested or whatever... Just- you're not so bad." You notice his eyes looking down towards your lips.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." You reply, and when you do, he looks back up at your eyes. You look back at his lips again, debating if you really want to kiss him or not. I mean, he's hot, and it might be both your and his last nights of freedom. Fuck it. "Can I ki-"
He doesn't even wait for you to finish before he kisses you, and hard. You let out a small moan and fist your hands in his hair. His hands trail down your sides, pulling you closer and grabbing anything he can. It's not a polite kiss by any means, its aggressive, and heated, and breath consuming. You don't even realize you need to breathe before he moves his lips down your neck and mumbles a small, "Breathe, love."
Warmth flushes your body and you bite your lip to try avoid any embarassing sounds that might come out. He grabs you as if you weigh nothing and throws you further up the bed. You giggle and smile at him as he positions himself on top of you and kisses you again. His hands travel back down your body and rest at the end of your shirt before pulling it up and over your head. You reach behind you and unclasp your bra. He barely lets you take it off beforehe grabs both your breasts with his hands, getting a good handful.
"Fuck, you've got such pretty tits." He mumbles, moving his head down he sucks on your nipple, you grab his hair again and push his head down. Luigi moans, grabbing your other tit roughly, sending waves of pain and pleasure through you. You moan, and loudly. It hurt so bad but so good. "You've got pretty sounds too." He says, muffled against your nipple, and the feeling makes you moan again.
His hands move from your chest to your waist. He sits up a bit, looking at you, the side of his mouth turned up into a smirk. "You wanna let me hear some more, love?" You look up at him, confused. You would be, if he was still touching you. "Let me taste you."
You blush, bringing your hand up to cover your face and looking away before looking back at him. You nod slightly and start to unbutton your pants.
"C'mon, love, use your words."
“Yes. Please.”
“God, you sound even prettier when you beg.” He starts to pull your pants down, and you lift your hips to make it easier on him. He slowly brings your jeans down, over one leg then the other.
Luigi brings his face down to your cunt. You can feel his warm breath on you and it only makes the pool in your underwear grow.
He uses his thumb and presses down on your clit. You jump slightly, gasping.
“This wet already?” The vibrations from his voice cause you to squirm, and the heat filling your body only gets stronger.
“Please, just touch me.” You beg, needing some relief.
“How can I say no when you ask so nicely?” He asks, before taking your underwear off too. You suddenly feel exposed, and try to close your legs. That’s difficult however when there’s a really hot man in front of them.
“Don’t be shy, let me see you.” He mumbles, using his hands to push your thighs apart. He takes a second to look at your dripping cunt, using his fingers to spread you. The feeling of him almost touching your pussy makes you buck your hips up, desperate for any friction at all.
Right when you were about to protest, to tell him to hurry the fuck up, you felt his tongue against you, and waves of pleasure course through you. He circles around your clit, before sucking on it lightly.
“Fuck.” You moan, grabbing his hair and pushing his face closer to your cunt.
He grabs your thighs again, but with one hand, making sure you’re spread for him. Once he’s sure you’re not going to move from his hand, he uses the other one to slide a finger into your cunt.
You buck your hips up into his face, moaning and whimpering at the fullness of his finger. You barely get use to it before he slides another one in.
He brings his tongue around your clit, making sure to not add too much pressure. You feel the warmth in your lower stomach get tighter, begging to be released. He continues to finger-fuck you as he eats you out, sending his fingers deeper and deeper and hitting that perfect spot.
“Cmon baby, I can feel you getting close. Fuck, I need to feel you cum on my fingers. Think you can do that for me?” He asks, looking up at you. You nod, before you feel your cunt tighten.
Suddenly, the wave crashes over you, and swear you almost black out. You can’t hear or feel anything for a second. You regain your composure and find yourself looking at a very concerned Luigi.
“Did I break you?” He asks, gripping your hips slightly as he hovers above you, almost sitting on your legs.
“No. Not yet.” You say, shaking your head slightly. While that was the most intense orgasm of your life you sure as hell aren’t ending it here.
“Good, because I’m not done with you yet.” He replied, unbuckling his belt.
He pauses for a second, looking up in thought. You look at him confused. “What?”
“I don’t have a condom.” He mutters. “Fuck.”
You try to rack your memories to figure out if you might have one in your bag. It’s a possibility, but also a possibility that you don’t, since you don’t exactly do this with people often.
“Um, I might have one in my bag.” You tell him, starting to get up. He gets up off of you as well, and flops over on his back next to you.
You get up and lean your upper body off the bed, since the bag was nearby. You start digging through it when you notice hands on your hips. Just as you spot that foil wrapper you feel a hot breath next to your ear.
“You know, you look really good like this. Might just fuck you right here.” He whispers, biting your earlobe before kissing down your neck. You almost moan from his words alone, biting your lip to contain it.
You quickly grab the foil wrapper, and lift it up so Luigi can see it too. “Lucky for you then, hm? You reply, and you can hear him chuckle.
You hear him get up, and you turn your head to see where he’s going. He comes over to you and grabs your hips with his hands. He moves you using your hips until your legs are hanging off of the bed, your stomach pressed right up on the bed.
You feel him use his hands to spread you open, and you feel your face grow hot in embarrassment.
“Fuck.” You hear him mutter, before you hear rustling, and the tear of plastic. “Sure you want this?” He asks.
“Yes, please.” You whine, bucking your hips up.
“A little impatient are we?” He smirks, and while you can’t see it, you can almost hear it. You feel his cock slide against your folds. “Jesus christ, you’re wet.”
You really were starting to get impatient. “Fuck you,” The ‘you’ turned into a moan when he slid the head of his cock into you.
“You’re tight too. Real tight. Fuck.” He rambles, slowly sliding the rest of himself inside of you. It burned, slightly, even with the previous orgasm.
He slides another couple of inches in, and it shoots pain up your body. “Fuck!” You claw at the sheets, trying to put your attention somewhere else.
“I know baby, it’s okay, just a couple more inches. You can take it, yeah?”
You nod, and he slides the rest into you. The burning pain is still there, but it’s mostly replaced by the fullness you feel. He’s gotta be fucking huge.
The pain subsides, and you grind yourself on his dick, trying to tell him you’re ready for him to start moving.
“Ready?” He asks, pulling out slightly. You nod, furiously. It would’ve been embarrassing if you weren’t so desperate for him to start fucking you. “Words, love.”
“Yes, fuck, yes.”
He pushes himself back in, and you feel the breath leave your lungs. He starts to set a pace, slowly rolling himself in and out of you. It feels so good, almost too good. Every thrust feels like another breath leaving your body and being replaced by pleasure, everywhere.
“God, you feel so good.” He choked, overwhelmed from how tight you were. You moan at his words, and attempt to meet his pace with each thrust. “Fuck this, let me see your pretty face.” he says, flipping you over without taking his cock out of you.
He kisses you hard as he fucks you relentlessly. The new position somehow feeling even better. You feel your orgasm building up again, and you know he can feel it too because he brings one of his hands from your hips to your clit, rubbing it slowly.
You arch your back, and he uses that to dig himself deeper inside of you. Everything feels way too much, like it’s about to overflow. He moves his hand from your clit, and you almost complain if it wasn’t for him putting his hand on your throat.
“Oh you liked that didn’t you?” He smirks. “No need to lie, love, I could feel you tighten around me.
You let out a strangled moan and look at him. Taking in his sweaty hair and flushed cheeks. It only turns you on further. If he was pretty before, he was a fucking god now. The relentless pace, the hand on your neck, it sends you into overdrive, and you can feel yourself about to let go.
“C’mon, baby, let go for me. Cum for me, I know you can.”
That was all it took for you to cum all over his cock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He mumbles, but you can barely hear it over the orgasm washing over your body. It took over everywhere, and you couldn’t see or hear a thing, all you felt was his cock.
He thrusts harder and harder, before stilling, pushing himself as deep as he could, and filling up the condom separating you both.
You barely get your hearing and vision back when you feel him run a wet towel on your thighs, cleaning you up.
“You alright?” He asks, looking down at you.
“Yeah, I’m okay.” You chuckle a bit, trying to catch your breath. He picks you up and places you properly on the bed. He moves the neatly placed blanket and tucks you underneath it. You feel yourself growing tired, almost falling asleep. But there was something on your mind.
“Hey, Luigi?” You ask, your voice rough and crackly.
“Yeah?” He looks back at you, before picking his shirt up off the floor and putting it back on.
You yawn, before answering. “What’s your plan?”
He walks over to you, with his shirt and hoodie back on. “That’s a secret. Now get some rest, love.” He said, voice low, almost in a whisper. He moves the hair off your forehead and gives you a kiss.
That’s all you remember before waking back up in the motel bed. The room felt different, colder almost. You look over to the other side of the bed, and no one.
You grab your powered-off phone from your bag, and turn it on. It was around 1am. You didn’t know how long you slept since you had no idea when you even left work. It was all a blur.
You look around the room, and notice something on the coffee table in the room. A piece of paper and some money.
Picking up the note first, you read it:
Gotta finish the plan.
Thanks for the best last night of freedom
Here’s some money for pizza.
You set the note down, and pick up the money. It was forty dollars, way more than any pizza around here cost.
You go back to the bed, and start to clean some things up. It wasn’t super messy, but you didn’t like leaving anything major for other people to clean.
You were about to throw some paper towels away, when you heard a knock on the motel room door. There’s no peephole, so you just have to open and pray.
When you open the door however, you’re faced with three police officers.