Convoluted by itiswhatitis
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… MATT sat sipping his late night coffee and eating a muffin. He glanced around at the well wishers; Clara and Hugh-s wedding had gone off without a hitch, nice kids Matt thought.
After spending the night watching over Clara he had been given a half hour break. Matt smiled, damn descent of them…
Matt-s into specialized security… Usually this involves very high profile people paying a very high dollar. This gig tonight was just a little something he was doing to fill in time. He had not had a job for almost a month and he liked getting out and getting involved; kept him sharp.
He charged $500.00 for the night. The groom, Hugh, wanted his new wife looked after…it seemed like a very light assignment to Matt. The fee he charged for this job was nominal. Normally Matt charged a $500 bill per hour.
… HUGH was concerned that his pals were planning to get to his wife on their wedding night. He felt that they would try drugging both bride and groom and boom boom. Clara gets it…multiple times.
Apparently Clara had morals but his pals thought she should be shared. Clara would have nothing to do with it and let all who would listen and even those who would not listen know that she was off limits.
So Matt-s job was to keep an eye on the bride and see to it that she was not raped. Simple enough he thought…
…………………………….
Matt waited a few minutes for the elevator. The dinner and dance had been held in the banquet room of a nice hotel. The bride and groom would be leaving for their honey moon from here after she changed and returned to say goodbye to her guests…
Simple plan…, or maybe not;
The elevator doors opened and as Matt stepped out her heard noise… a commotion. He looked to his left to see Clara heading away from his location giving it to no one in particular and everyone in general who was within earshot.
Tony, one of Hugh-s friends and best men was in pursuit… Two young women, one a bridesmaid, Sara, and another woman Matt did not recognize stood in the hallway telling Clara to come back to the room. NOT asking, telling…
— CLARA! Matt yelled.
Heads spun on shoulders…the women-s faces paled; Tony frowned. Matt knew something was up…time to do my job he thought.
—There you are, Clara said. I need you Matt. These assholes drugged Hugh.
I moved towards Clara…, she moved beside me taking my arm. Hell, I felt like the groom for a moment.
— WE make a nice couple eh Clara?
She smiled a little at my humour…but the situation did not lend itself to laughter.
The two young women had retreated into the hotel suite. Tony stood in the door way looking Matt straight in the eye… a definite challenge.
—Move Tony, Matt said to him…politely.
Tony stepped aside… Matt took a step but Clara held him back;
—He knows Karate Matt, be careful.
—Step into the room Tony we will conduct our business in there… ok with you.
—Ya…, sure man, whatever you say. Tony gave himself away with a cocky smirk.
Tony entered the room with Matt following. A very hesitant Clara followed, hanging onto Matt tightly.
—You will be ok Clara Matt said.
Tony moved toward the others in the room and turned facing Matt. Matt looked over at Hugh;
—What did you give him?
—Rohypnol, one of the young women answered. There was a noticeable shuffling of feet.
— Shut up, one of the other women said to her, Matt did not catch which one. What he did catch though was the tightening on his arm of Clara-s fingers. Matt placed a hand over hers giving her a reassuring squeeze. [THE date rape drug, enough to make any bride tense…]
Matt moved to check Hugh over. Clara went with him staying very close. Matt opened Hugh-s eyes checking him…
—Where did you get the stuff? Matt asked.
—That is enough Tony said, just leave man. WE look out for our own … WE will take care of Clara.
—By raping her Tony.
—By introducing her to our ways man… she will learn to love it just like everyone else.
—She has already said no Tony… you need to learn to respect that.
—Just leave old man before you get hurt.
—Let-s give it up Tony, this is not going so well; a voice from the back of the room said.
—Is that you Cliff, Clara asked.
—Yes it is Clara.
—Your here to.., she said. You could hear the disappointment in her voice.
He never answered. But Tony did;
—Just get the fuck out of here…he said, and made a threatening move toward Matt.
Out of the corner comes this little dweeb with his hat on sideways, pants hanging off his hips. Talking trash… He moved right past Tony and into Matt-s face.
ONE, TWO… That is all it took for Matt to put him down. THE dweeb lay up against the wall beside the bed. Quiet as a church moose, and no hat…
That is all it took to activate Tony…He came a Matt, took up his stance and it was game on…like two Men of War in Battle. The smaller one, Tony got in the early hits but caused little damage. Once the bigger ship turned into position it was over in a hurry. Tony lay on the carpet in allot of pain.
Tony was trying to get off the floor but was having trouble.
Matt took a heel and smashed Tony-s expose hand. Tony yelped. Matt dropped delivering a blow to Tony-s head and it was lights out. He twitched momentarily.
The other two remaining men and the young women fell silent. They almost stopped breathing. Matt patted down Tony and the other little fucker as Matt referred to him. Nothing on them…
—Who has the drugs, Matt asked.
One of the women opened her purse and handed Matt a vial with a variety of pills in it.
—Who supplied you with these Matt asked.
Just then Hotel security opened the door and entered the suite. Matt explained what had happen. [Matt and the security people knew one another already so there was no need for introductions.]
Matt went and stood beside Clara who was sitting on the bed beside her husband.
AS the young folk were being questioned and cleared out of the room Clara-s friend or ex-friend Cliff dropped a bombshell:
—Clara…, Hugh and Tony planned this whole thing. Hugh wanted you to be an integral part of the group. He took the drug himself so you would think he had been drugged. I think you should annul your marriage. This is not for you.
—CLIFF, one of the women yelled at him.
—Fuck you Clarisse…Clara is… was my friend. I am sorry Clara, I truly am… [With that he left the room to be escorted out by hotel security.] Tony and the little trashy kid would be hospitalized. NO charges were laid.
Clara and her body guard left the hotel via a side door; the exterior light was burnt out so it was very dark indeed.
Clara had nowhere to go. This was her wedding night and she expected to be with her husband.
Matt could see she was crushed;
—Where do you want to go Clara, Matt ask her as they stood outside the hotel side entrance… Not the kind of question one normally asks a newlywed woman is it.
—No, she said.
Matt could see she was shivering so he doffs his jacket, putting it about her shoulders. Clara looked at him;