The Gray Man Ch. 39 - Emilee

The rain fell in heavy sheets outside Gretchen's house as Gray pulled into the driveway. The thunder and lightning were but a reflection of the storm brewing within him. He didn't bother knocking, he just let himself in and walked into the living room where he found his cousin Gretchen relaxing with a glass of wine. The slam of the door and the pounding of his footsteps across her kitchen had caused her to put her book down.

Gretchen looked up, her thankfulness that Gray was home safely was quickly replaced with the concern that etched across her face. "TJ," her voice faded as she tried to read his eyes. The two had known each other since they were children and Gretchen had never seen the level of rage that currently filled his eyes. "Teej, what's going on?" She patted the seat next to her but there was no way he was going to sit.

TJ paced the room, his fists clenched. The long flight from Aviano to Andrews in the C-17 had done nothing to calm his anger. He looked at his cousin, "Fuck it. I had her Gretch, she slipped through my fingers again." Gray told Gretchen parts of the ending of the mission, pushing Fatima and Nazier to the waiting Chinook when the RPG exploded against the barricade and knocked Nazir and him away from Fatima. "By the time the team got there, the Houthi had pulled her away."

Gretchen stood, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "TeeJ, you need to calm down. Your anger won't help anyone right now. Sit, talk to me. What's really going on?"

TJ collapsed onto the couch, running his hands through his damp hair. "Fatima told me he had a daughter, MY daughter, Gretchen. My flesh and blood, your niece. And then she just disappeared. How the hell am I supposed to deal with that?"

Gretchen sat beside him, her voice soft but steady. "Holy fuck, this is beyond messed up. But losing control won't bring Fatima back or help you find... Did she tell you her name?"

Gray nodded, "Parisia, she said that she was someplace safe and that I would never find her."

Gretchen looked at her cousin, "So I take it that it IS possible that she is telling you the truth."

Gray nodded, "She drugged me and raped me in Scotland. The age, the time frame, Yeah, it's very fucking possible."

Gretchen sighed, "Okay, rage is not going to help you find Parisia. We need a plan. We need to think this through and we need to bring the team together for this one."

TJ's eyes flickered with a mix of frustration and pain. "I can't think, Gretchen! All I feel is this rage, this overwhelming anger.."

Gretchen handed him a cup of tea, trying to soothe both his body and mind. "You're not alone in this, TJ. We'll figure it out together. But you have to let the team help. Talk to me. What happened after she told you about the child?"

TJ took a deep breath, his shoulders sagging. "After she dropped that bombshell, we needed to leave the bunker, bad guys were on their way. Then the RPG and she slipped away in the chaos."

"I've got to ask Teej, I know you, did you fuck her again in the bunker?' Gretchen sighed.

Gray nodded, "In the ass - I wanted her to hurt, I wanted to hurt Nazir." He paused and looked at his cousin, the look on his face brought a chill to Gretchen. "I want to fucking hurt everyone," he growled.

Gretchen sighed again, she recognized the signs of Gray's PTSD creeping to his every thought and every action. "Teej, revenge won't solve anything. You're walking a dangerous path. We need to focus on finding Parisia and bring her home."

TJ shook his head, "That is not how I'm wired. I can't wait for the damn authorities. I need to fix this shit. I'll find Fatima, and I'll make her regret ever crossing me."

Gretchen's expression tightened with worry, realizing that TJ's anger was clouding his judgment. "TJ, please. Think about this. You're not in the right state of mind to go after her alone. We need a plan, not a reckless pursuit. You would have never sent your men into a battle without good intelligence and planning. You have the entire power of the organization, YOUR organization at your disposal."

Fury clouded any logic. his eyes burned with determination. "I can't just sit here, Gretchen. I won't let her get away with this. I have to find her, and I have to find Parisia."

Gray fumed for days while Gretchen planned. She was growing tired, trying to ride herd over her cousin while bringing a new company online she felt her fatigue growing by the hour. Valerie and Allen Babin were some help on starting up Pelican Intel - but there was not much anyone could do to help TJ. Gretchen was thankful that they had put a gym into the headquarters building - TJ lived in the gym or out for a run. Gretchen made sure that someone followed him just to keep an eye on him.

It took her a couple of days and a lot of legwork but Gretchen was able to pull an intervention team together, including having Allen fly Fiona in from London. It was time for an intervention.

Gretchen and the team were meeting in the conference room on the upper level of the Pelican Headquarters when the door burst open, and TJ stormed in, his face etched with fury. The air crackled with tension as he took his seat. Nobody in the room had ever seen the look that he had in his eyes. They had seen him kill, they had all been fucked by him but everyone momentarily held their breath when they saw the look on their boss's face. White hot rage colored his every breath.

Gretchen adjusted her glasses, trying to maintain control. "I'm glad you decided to join us, Teej. We need some answers."

Gray growled, "Fuck answers. The only answer I need is where is that cunt so I can find her and force her to talk."

Fiona sighed, "Gray, calm down. We are all here to help you find your daughter."

TJ scoffed, his anger palpable. "She has a fucking name. Parisia, don't ever fucking forget that. Find that cunt Fatima and you will find Parisia and I will do the rest!"

Isabella leaned forward, her sharp gaze on TJ. "TJ, we are all on the same team. I've poured over the drone footage from the island. Fatima was injured in the blast, but I do not know how badly. We are trying to find out if she was treated in Yemen and where she may be as she recovers."

TJ shook his head, "Yeah, no fucking shit. An RPG going off 15 feet away tends to make a mess of things."

Rebecca, "I am trying to get in to speak to Nazir, not having much luck yet." She turned her gaze towards Kasis. "Anything you could find from your former colleagues? How about you Aisha? Anything from our contacts?

Kasis, the former German agent, shook her head, "None yet, but they will let me know as soon as Fatima shows up on radar again."

Aisha, the former FBI Special Agent, chimed in, "Same here. Fatima is laying low, but she can't do that forever. We will find her, boss."

Fiona sighed before she spoke. "She is connected. Saudi Arabia, Qatar, Tehran, Moscow, Beijing. She will turn up somewhere, but we need to understand she has the resources to lay low for a long time. We need to look beyond the obvious."

The questions kept coming, fueling TJ's rage. In a fit of frustration, he pushed back his chair, the screech echoing in the room. "Enough! This is fucking pointless. You all are being Captain FUCKING Obvious here. You are supposed to be the best in the world. Find her!." Without another word, he stormed out of the conference room, leaving the team in a stunned silence. The eyes of the team glanced out the windows into the parking lot as Gray's Lexus tore out of the parking lot leaving a patch of rubber and blue tire smoke as it went.

Gretchen sighed - she knew she needed to find something to feed the beast. Fate has a fickle way of showing up when you most need her. That afternoon Gretchen's phone rang. She looked at the screen and saw the name of one of her classmates, Victoria Harrington.

A smile crossed her face as she answered, "Hello Tori Lynn - how are you?"

Gretchen's smile faded quickly when she heard the sobs that came from her friend, "It's all over, everything is ruined. I tried, but I can't do this anymore."

"Tori, slow down. Where are you? Talk to me."

Victoria Harrington could barely get the words out, "I'm... I'm at home."

Gretchen walked as she talked, "Do not move, do not do anything. I am on my way. I will be there as soon as I can."

Gretchen and Victoria were classmates at Georgetown Law. Gretchen was a bridesmaid for Victoria's wedding. A beautiful ceremony in The Dahlgren Chapel of the Sacred Heart on Georgetown's campus. Tori had married Nicholas, a law student that was one year ahead of the girls. Together they had a couple of kids and had recently opened a firm that specialized in trade law. Nick had worked with patents and inventions and Tori had specialized in tech startups. Together, they brought a lot of experience in moving an idea to startup, including obtaining patents.

They were a very specific consulting firm and were able to bill enormous amounts for their expertise.

Forty Five minutes after hanging up Gretchen pulled onto the long drive in the exclusive and wealthy area of Great Falls. Tori opened the door, her makeup streaked from crying. In her hand she held a glass of wine, and from the scent in the air she had downed more than a single glass.

Gretchen gave her friend a hug before she moved to the kitchen, made coffee and told Tori to sit and tell her what had happened. Gretchen settled into the plush armchair,holding her coffee in two hands as she watched as Tori paced the opulent living room. The air was thick with tension, and Tori's distress was palpable.

"I just can't believe it, Gretch," Tori muttered, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and despair. "Emilee, of all people. And Nick... my own husband."

Gretchen nodded sympathetically, sensing the storm brewing within Tori's soul. "Slow down, first who is Emilee? Then tell me everything, Tori. Maybe we can figure out a way through this mess."

Tori collapsed onto the sofa, her eyes filled with tears. "Emilee is an environmental attorney. We had contracted with her to help us navigate some sticky legal matters with an alternative energy startup." Tori stood back up and started to pace again, "It all started innocently enough. Nick and Emilee were working on the case law together, and I thought nothing of it. But then... I found the messages. They were more than just professional, Gretchen. Much more."

Gretchen leaned forward, urging Tori to continue. "What happened next?"

Tori took a deep breath, her hands trembling. "Emilee confronted me. She had evidence, Gretch. Photos of the two of them having sex, lude texts, and even worse--confidential client information that Nick had shared with her. She threatened to expose it all unless I kept quiet."

Gretchen's eyes narrowed. "Blackmail? That's despicable. What are you going to do, Tori?"

Tori ran a hand through her disheveled hair. "I don't know, Gretch. My world is falling apart. I can't believe Nick would betray me like this. And that little bitch, fucking my husband in our home."

Gretchen reached for Tori's hand, offering a reassuring squeeze. "You're not alone, Tori. We'll get through this. First things first, we need a plan. What does Nick say?"

Tori sighed. "He's remorseful, claims it was a one time mistake. But how do I trust him again? And Emilee... she won't stop until she destroys us. I'm lost, Gretch. I don't know where to turn."

Gretchen's eyes sparkled with determination. "Emilee won't get away with this. We'll expose her deceit, protect your interests, and rebuild from the ashes. But you've got to be strong, Tori. Can you do that?"

Tori met Gretchen's gaze, finding a glimmer of hope in her friend's resolute expression. "I don't have much of a choice. The kids need me. I've told them that Nick had to go out of town on business. I don't know what else to do."

Gretchen stood and hugged her friend, "You only need to focus on your marriage - let me deal with Ms. Mitchell. Give me a couple of days and she will never bother you again. You just have to promise me one thing, Tori."

Tori held her friend tightly, "What's that?"

Gretchen smoothed her friend's hair, "Never ask me about how I deal with Emilee. Never."

Tori stepped back, "Wait, you aren't going to do anything illegal to her?"

Gretchen smiled, "Don't worry about what I am going to do, just know she will never bother you again."

Late that night Gretchen walked into The Pelican Intel offices. The Pelican Headquarters gym was cloaked in a veil of dimly lit serenity when Gretchen found Gray emerging from the sauna, the white towel doing little to hide TJ's prick.

"TJ," Gretchen called out, her silhouette cutting through the shadows.

He turned, the play of light revealing the contours of a face accustomed to the rigors of Pelican's clandestine operations. "Gretchen," he acknowledged, a mere trace of curiosity in his steely gaze.

"We need to talk," Gretchen said, her voice a low murmur that echoed through the empty gym.

Gray raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. "Now?"

"Now," Gretchen affirmed, her eyes dropped to the soaking wet towel struggling to keep his cock hidden..

As they stood in the quiet enclave, Gretchen began to unfold the tangled web of betrayal that had ensnared Tori, Nick, and the evil that was Emilee Short. Gray listened, his features betraying none of the emotions that churned beneath the surface.

"Emilee has evidence, Gray. Compromising photos, texts, and worse--confidential client information. She's leveraging it against Tori," Gretchen revealed, her eyes locking onto Gray's with an intensity that demanded action.

Gray's response was measured, his words a dance of controlled resolve. "What do you expect me to do about it? Sounds like Nick played a game of fuck around and find out."

"I need you to neutralize Emilee, expose her deceit, and safeguard Tori's interests. She's threatening to dismantle everything. They are friends." Gretchen implored, her voice carrying the weight of the desperate situation.

Gray's gaze remained steady. "And what's in it for me?"

Gretchen leaned in, her words a whispered promise. "The destruction of an evil cunt and a place to direct your rage until we can find Parisia and Fatima."

A pause hung in the air, pregnant with unspoken agreements. Then, Gray nodded, a silent acknowledgment of the impending battle.

"Get me everything you can find on Emilee." Gray's eyes were cold and angry. Gretchen felt truly intimidated for the first time she ever had since they were kids. She started to back away when Gray reached out and grabbed her wrist. "Get the fuck on your knees and suck my cock, Gretchen."

Gretchen knew a bit of her cousin's dark side but it had never been directed at her. "That's not why I came here. I came here to have you deal with Emily."

TJ pulled her closer, "Bullshit. That was part of the reason perhaps but you've been looking at my cock since you got here."

Gretchen was genuinely nervous, "I just glanced once." She began to look for an escape.

Gray chuckled a laugh that held no joy, "Funny, my cock is good enough for you when you are in the mood. Now, I'm in the mood. Get on your fucking knees, now Gretchen."

"TJ, why are you doing this to me?" her voice cracked as she looked up at her cousin..

TJ closed the distance between them and grabbed a fistful of her hair. He yanked her head back so she was forced to look up at him. "Because you love it!" He growled back at her. "It's what you fantasize about. It's what you crave. Your body knows that it craves my cock. I can smell your arousal. Now, be a good girl and get on your knees and suck my cock."

The pull on her hair forced her to her knees. TJ pulled the towel away and slapped Gretchen's face with his cock, "Open, now," was the simple command. Gretchen opened her eyes in a panic when the head of his cock slid into her mouth and entered her throat. There was no warm up, no preparation. Before she could get ready her throat was stuffed with TJ's hardening cock. She felt like she was going to suffocate. All she could see was his tight abs and prominent V shape as it lowered to the huge prick shoved in her mouth. 'He's going to kill me!' her brain screamed as she tried to breath.

"OH FUCK! Your throat is so tight! So fucking good!" TJ moaned as he leaned into her body. Holding her head so that she was unable to pull away. As quickly as he filled her throat he pulled away. His cock covered in her saliva, a string of his dripping off the head and running down her chin.

Gretchen coughed and gagged, her face quickly becoming covered with her own spittal. Then she gasped, sucking in lungfuls of air, as she took advantage of the short reprieve she'd been given.

TJ allowed her to regain her composure. He wanted to make this last as long as possible. "Open!" He finally commanded her again. He rubbed the head of his cock all over her face, smearing her spittal all over her cheeks and forehead.

Gretchen resisted opening her mouth. She had to hang onto what little shred of dignity she had left. She felt herself almost completely lost in her own wanton needs and desires.

TJ leaned down and wrapped his hand around her throat. "Do not fucking try me, Gretchen. When I give you an order I expect it to be obeyed. You fucking always want me to fix your friends shit, tonight you give me a fucking down payment." Gretchen opened her mouth. TJ shoved his cock in again and began a merciless fucking of her face.

The large gym echoled with the sound of his cock sloshing in and out of her mouth, and her gagging and choking on his cock every time it hit the back of her throat. In just a few minutes Patricia's face was completely covered with her phlegm. TJ kept up his assault on her mouth and throat.

"Here it comes, Gretch!" He grunted as he felt his orgasm building. "Gonna fill your gut with my cum." He chuckled. "Send you home with a belly full of my seed." He began to grunt with each thrust. His cock exploded in her mouth. "That's a good girl, take it like a slut" He groaned as his cock pummeled over her lips and tongue.

Long strings of spit mixed with her cousin's cum ran down Gretchen's face, into her hair and all over her clothes before it dripped onto the floor. He continued to fuck her face as she coughed and gagged.

Gretchen continued to cough and spit out all the phlegm and cum in her mouth. Most of it just drooled down her face and onto her clothes. She sucked in gulps of air, trying to regain her composure. When she finally looked up at her cousin she was prepared to scream at him, to rage at him. What he did next stopped any idea of that.

Gray looked down at her, "Do not ever think that you call the shots. Do not ever order Elizabeth to suck my cock. I am my own man and if I want my cock sucked I will damn sure make sure it happens. It may be Elizabeth, it may be Isabella, it may be you, it may be fucking Valerie Babin and trust me if I were into that it would be Allen."

Gretchen had never seen TJ so angry. The look in his eyes terrified her as he continued, "Know this. From that day you saw me running in my shorts with my cock showing your body knew its Master. Even now I bet your cunt is dripping, wanting nothing more than to be filled by its King."

Gretchen flinched, her body responding to his words with a level of arousal that she had never known before. She was strong, independent, and powerful - yet the intensity she faced from Gray made his words ring truer than any closing argument she had ever made to a jury. He was right, every angry word he spoke caused her pussy to tremble, desire growing with every word.

He smirked, that knowing smirk that drove the world mad - half of it with lust, the other half with rage. Gretchen started to speak until TJ raised his finger to his lips, "Hush, I'm not finished yet. As I was saying, your body knows its place and that is to be filled, to be used, to be taken, to be bred by its Master. That is its true purpose and before you protest too much allow me to prove my point."