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Starting Over IX, Part 3

This is the ninth section of the continuing saga "Starting Over".

In Part I, LTC (Retired) John Jackson had moved to Seattle after being widowed. He ran into some trouble and some decent people (okay, and a few strippers), while working towards getting his private investigator license. That took place between Sep and Dec 2012.

In Part II, he got involved in a ring trafficking in young women. The main perpetrators were captured, but the hired gun/enforcer slipped away. That took place in Apr and May 2013.

In Part III, which took place in 2013 and 2014, John managed to find the enforcer in Key West and was planning to kill him, but changed his mind. He really didn't know if he could kill someone in cold blood, but the man was living with a woman and had decided that he was retiring. John let him go with a promise to do intelligence work for him and returned to Seattle, where Maggie gave indications that she wanted a serious relationship. Then he used that enforcer from Key West to assist in capturing an assassin. The assassin had been hired to kill him and the detective who helped him break up a leg of a human trafficking chain.

In Part IV, it's 2019. John and Maggie couldn't work things out and now John was working on a case that, at first, involved someone who had assaulted Luke's wife Maria. John then had two men try to break into his apartment to attack him. The authorities caught the two men by tracking them to a strip club, but John got beat up by them before the police got there. When he woke, he found that Vanessa, his waitress at the strip club, was an undercover officer. There were several events that were taking place and it was being done by an anarchist group. However, funding for these events was tracked to someone in human trafficking in Singapore by a hacker that John found through Bob in Key West. He returned to Seattle with the information on a thumb drive, and the FBI and others started tracking him. Finally, the master of the human trafficking ring had his son try to soft sell John's daughter into visiting Asia with him, primarily to kidnap her. John found out, he and his buddies stopped it, and then John, feeling the rage, flew to Singapore and, with the backdoor assistance of a government person, was armed and killed both the leader and his son of this trafficking ring.

In Part V, Yvonne, the young hacker came to live with John. She had nowhere else to go and felt so alone during the pandemic that she was craving human interaction. She also admitted that she was attracted to John, even though there was 19 years difference in their ages. A bad guy was hired to hit him due to his involvement in some operations being run by a rogue CIA manager and some disenfranchised CIA members. John and company got them in the end and Yvonne got shot in the leg. She decided to stay with John.

Part VI involved a woman, going by the name Julie, who had been "hidden" by a woman called a "guide". She had been given a new identity and moved to Seattle to get away from a potentially fatal relationship. That was back in Tennessee. This led to the woman's guide, Dani, discovering that the brothers of the husband that Julie had killed, were running meth labs out of the woods of the land that Julie and her husband had owned. They were worried about losing the land and the labs. This ended up with the labs being pointed out to the FBI, and then one of the brothers and one of their dealers coming to Seattle to get revenge on John and the FBI agent in charge of the case back in Tennessee.

Part VII involved John and the others getting involved with a Romanian gang out of Chicago. It turned out to be more than that, including Maggie and others getting shot. A party at the Bradford's was interrupted by gunmen shooting randomly into the gathering. Finally, in the end, law enforcement got the bad guys and the good guys got someone who turned evidence. Maggie was recovering quickly, and as summer arrived, John was hoping for good weather and a calmer life.

In Part VIII, John got involved in a kidnapping that turned into an international trafficking ring, and included a place where people could abuse young women. It was led by a billionaire, Lucas Berenson. John lost his wife, Maggie, when Lucas sent people to kill John, Maggie, and all the members of the detective agency John worked for. They tracked down Berenson in Canada and he was captured. Yvonne went to work legally and is living with John.

Recurring Characters

LTC (Retired) John Jackson, 5'11", 180, 56 years old.

Marie Jackson, John's dead wife, 5'8", 140, 44 years old, died 15 Jan 2012

Angelica Jackson (Angel), John and Marie's daughter, 5'5", 125, 29 years old.

Mary Bradford, bartender, 5'5", 120, 44 years old.

Margaret (Maggie) Bradford, Mary's sister, 5'6", 115, 45 years old.

Madeleine (Maddie) Bradford, Maggie's daughter, 16 years old.

Samantha (Sam) Walker, 5'6", 130 pounds, 49 years old, John's former neighbor.

Joyce Walker, Sam's daughter, 5'4", 120 pounds, 29 years old, and now an exotic dancer using the name Lily

Marion Walker, Sam's daughter, 5'4", 115 pounds, 27 years old.

SFC (Retired) Craig Smithson, 6', 190, 56 years old, NCO from John's Army unit.

Captain Jeff Smithson, 5'11', 185, 54 years old, SFC Smithson's brother and a captain in the Seattle Police Department.

Luke Cole, 5'10", 180, detective in the Seattle Police Department.

Maria Cole, 5'6", 135, Luke's wife.

Jeanne (aka Jasmine) Welch, 5'5", 110, 31 years old, exotic dancer.

Olivia, 5'4", 120 pounds, 31 years old, called Livy, exotic dancer.

Max Meridian (real name Harold Johnson), Mark's lead kidnapper and enforcer. Now changed his name to Bob Thomas and is married to Susan. They own and operate a bar in Key West.

Susan Thomas, Bob's new wife.

George Watson, a new member of the detective agency.

Vanessa Williams, 5'6", 130, detective in the Seattle Police Department.

Yvonne, 5'2", 105, illegal hacker who helped find the human trafficker who had funded the anarchists in Seattle.

Danielle (Dani) Parker, 5'8", 120, known as a "guide". She takes cases where an individual is in mortal danger and "hides" them by giving them new identities and teaching them how to lay low.

Benjamin Smothers, Deputy Director of the FBI.

Allison June, 5'7", FBI agent in Seattle.

----- From Part 2

---------------- Sunday, May 3, 2023, St. Martin -----------

Marty lay on the bed next to Claire and John waited with his phone in front of him for the text from Hotel. And waited. And waited.

Finally, a 4am, John called George's number. George answered immediately. "What's the problem?"

John could hear the stress in his voice. "Where's Hotel?"

"That's what I was going to ask you. He left to do the pickup, but never returned."

"Shit! He did the pickup at exactly 3, like we agreed. He's never returned?"

"No. Hold on. He put a GPS tracker in the boat and on some life vests. I'll see what I can find out."

There was a lot of clicking and while John waited, he went over and gave Marty a nudge. He was immediately awake. "What?"

"Hotel never returned to the yacht. George is searching for the boat signal."

Marty was immediately on his feet. They both waited while George worked. Finally, George came back on. "I have a fix on the GPS signals and they are all close together. It's about two miles to my South. I'll head over there and check it out. It's dark, but will be light soon, and I have some good spotlights on board. I think it's safe to say that Lucas is in the wind and Hotel may not be alive."

John looked at Marty and sighed. "What a fucking mess."

"Now what?"

"George goes looking for the boat and we go looking for those guys and that boss. Somebody let something leak. And this time I mean we do scorched earth. We do whatever we can to find out what happened and kill this asshole."

----- Part 3

John and Marty sat down at the table, too wound up to sleep now. They were both lost in their own thoughts, mostly about tracking down and killing that son-of-a-bitch Berenson.

John continued to think about the decision to take that crime lords word. Since Berenson was leaving that night and they had almost none of their equipment, John felt that he had no choice but to chance it. There was no way to get Hotel and the gear on shore in time. He had hoped that the crime lord would keep his word on this one point. Any other arrangements would have taken John, Marty, Hotel, and George too long. Berenson was leaving the night they met the guy and couldn't make other arrangements. Now they had lost Berenson and maybe gotten Hotel killed.

At 6am, John's phone buzzed. It was George. John answered and put it on speaker.

"I've got Hotel," George practically yelled. "He managed to grab a couple of vests, one with a GPS tracker and the flashing red emergency light, and I tracked him and picked him up. Here."

There was some momentary background noise, and then Hotel came on. "Hey, John. I got ambushed as I was headed back to this boat by some guys in a black launch. They were in a good position to wait for me, but as soon as I saw them, I knew what was going on. Berenson was not going to be a problem, but they didn't shoot at the dinghy until they could be sure that they wouldn't hit Berenson. As soon as I realized what was happening, I grabbed three vests and pulled them overboard with me. I set off the emergency light and beacon and dove down away from the vests. They peppered the vests with bullets, but they didn't wait long, figuring I would drown or the sharks would get me. But George was well trained and did everything I taught him about tracking and driving the boat to come get me. I do have a minor flesh wound in my right arm. George patched me up. I'm coming in tonight with the gear. Time to get busy."

John chuckled. "Well, just another day at work, eh?"

Hotel laughed. "You got that right."

"Okay, Marty and I have decided that it's time the gloves come off. Scorched earth and all that."

"Roger. But a controlled burn, right?"

"We'll see. We'll pick you up at the same time? 0300?"

"Yes, but at the same place I picked up Berenson, right on the beach. Now, I gotta rest. See you tomorrow."

John hung up and turned to Marty. "Let's get some rest ourselves. We'll be busy tonight and then will start our campaign against the bad guys."

"Amen." Marty walked over and lay back down on the bed next to Claire. She was sleeping soundly.

John went and made sure the curtains were closed completely to keep out the soon to be rising sun. Then he lay down next to Chloe. He took some deep breaths to slow his heart rate and calm his anger. Then he fell asleep.

John slowly came awake feeling a small, warm hand in his shorts fondling his already hard cock. He levered his eyes open and looked to his left at Chloe. "Morning," he whispered, hoping Marty and Claire were still asleep.

Chloe grinned at him. "Old American saying, a hard man is good to find." She quietly giggled.

John smiled, amused at how it sounded in a French accent. "Yes, I've heard that one before," he whispered. He turned his head to the right and looked over at Marty and Claire. Marty was on his side facing away from them, almost spooning Claire, who was also looking the other way. Their breathing appeared to be deep and slow. John turned back to Chloe. "What are your intentions, miss."

"Well, I was thinking that since you are hard, that you could bring that into the bathroom and help me reach la petite mort. I really need it this morning." She slowly slid out from underneath the sheet, and stood up, still naked. She faced John and ran her hands over her tits, rubbing the nipples, and then down over her pussy. She turned and grabbed her ass and strutted into the bathroom. John checked his phone, it was 8am, then followed, led by the erection and commanded by the small head she'd been stroking.

John followed Chloe, wondering if Yvonne was really good with this. She said so. Did this mean that she expected to be in an open relationship? Was she wanting to open up her sex life? Was this the right thing to do? Well, fuck, that kind of discussion would have to wait until later. Right now, he had to fuck this incredibly beautiful and sexy French woman, his first French girl.

When John got into the bathroom, he found Chloe sitting on the counter next to the sinks. John was glad in that moment that they had a nice suite and that everything was solidly built.

Chloe was sitting there, her legs pulled up so that her feet were on the counter next to her ass, leaving her pussy on full display. She was rubbing her pussy and it looked like it was already wet. Chloe was definitely ready to get fucked. John approached, his cock leading the way, toward that hot, wet opening.

Chloe was staring at his cock, then looked up at him. "I've been ready for almost an hour. Come fuck me and get me off."

John grinned. "Oh, I will, but you need to be quiet. We can't wake up the others."

"Claire won't mind. You think Marty will?"

"I don't know, but he wants to remain faithful to the woman he's living with, so I don't know what he expects of me."

"Shhhh. Put it in."

John walked forward, cock first, and slowly worked to seat it into Chloe's pussy. She helped him, grabbing it at the last second and rubbing the head up and down, getting it wet. Then she held it at the opening and John slowly pushed it in. She moaned.

"Mon Dieu! Baise-moi, John. Fuck me."

John shuffled forward so that he could slowly fuck Chloe, burying his cock deep into this beautiful French girl. He then leaned over and kissed her as they fucked. She responded, kissing back, probing with her tongue, making it even hotter.

John leaned back and grabbed Chloe by her thighs, gaining leverage for the fucking he was giving her. She was pretty tight. He kept thrusting, moving one hand from her thigh to her right tit, lightly rubbing and pulling on the nipple. The counter was at the perfect height for this.

"Tres bon." Chloe murmured. "Yes, it is so good, John."

John kept fucking her as she started showing signs of an orgasm. Her face turned to one of concentration as she tried hard to reach it. John started making sure that his thrusts were hard and firm, bouncing up against her pussy, stimulating her clit, and, hopefully, her g-spot.

Whatever he did, it worked. Chloe suddenly started shaking and put her hand in her mouth and bit down, to keep from screaming as she came. Instead, she jerked and spasmed and grunted, keeping the sounds to a minimum.

John grinned as she finished, his stroking almost coming to a stop. Chloe was breathing hard and was suddenly very hot, as her skin flushed all over her chest and face. He was still hard, and waited a few seconds after her orgasm to let her know he was still hard by starting to fuck her again.

John fucked her slowly and let his orgasm build as her lips held his cock tightly and stimulated the head. Finally, he reached it and buried it in Chloe. She grinned and pulled him close, wrapping her legs around him. John jerked in her arms, his spasms letting her know each time he spurted into her hot pussy.

When John finished, he pulled back and looked down. "I think we made a mess."

Chloe grinned. "Sex is usually messy. It's not a clean activity. Now, go lay down and I'll get cleaned up." As she said this, Chloe slid to the floor and quickly hoovered his cock clean. John jerked at the sensitivity and then Chloe released it from her mouth it and stood up. She patted John on the ass as he left the bathroom.

When John went back into the room, he noticed that Marty and Claire had not moved. He lay down quietly and hoped that that was it. He was almost immediately asleep.

Marty woke up at about 0900 and slowly rolled out of bed, in desperate need of a pee. He looked over and saw that John was still asleep, but Chloe was not there. He looked around the corner into the sitting and kitchen area of the suite and saw her sitting there, eating cereal. He gave her a quick wave and she smiled. He went into the bathroom.

At 1000, Marty woke John and Claire.

Once John was awake, he and Marty starting talking about the situation.

John asked Chloe if they had made their reservations to head home.

"Yes. When I call Air France, they say the block on our names lifted. We have plane tomorrow at 9:25. We must go and pack today."

"Good. So that's how he prevented you from flying?"

"Yes. He say he know someone at Air France here at airport that could block us getting our return flight."

"Okay, that's good. You two need to get out of here before we start a war with that guy."

"You go after him?"

John looked directly at Chloe. "Absolutely. He's going to regret double-crossing us."

Chloe watched John's demeanor closely. She could see the anger and tenseness in his body. "Be careful, John. I like you guys."

John grabbed Chloe by her arms and held her directly in front of him. "I know. I like you guys, too. That's why you need to get out of here. We may have to burn his business down."

Chloe nodded and then looked over at Claire and said something in French. She looked back at John. "We go pack now."

John turned to Marty. "Go with them to make sure everything is okay."

Marty nodded. "Roger. I'll get them to pack and then bring them back here."

"Good idea." He turned to Chloe. "Pack and come back here. Abandon that room."

"Oui."

They left to go pack.

John grabbed the one gun they had and kept it close.

By 6pm, the ladies had packed, they'd all had a large meal, and Hotel had provided the list of equipment he was bringing in. At 8pm, they all lay down for some shuteye. John and Marty, still tired from all the nighttime running around, were immediately out. Chloe and Claire had to get up early for the flight to Nice.

---------------- Monday, May 4, 2023, St. Martin -----------

John's phone chimed at 0230. He and Marty dressed and hustled down to the beach. They hid themselves behind one of the small structures there. At 0245, John's phone signaled a text message. It was from George, who let it be known that Hotel had just dropped into the water with the gear he was bringing in a floating collar, and was swimming it in from about a quarter mile out.

When Hotel finally appeared, John and Marty hustled down to the beach, got Hotel and the gear, removed the floating collar, and carried the stuff back to the room. Hotel ditched his flippers and mask into a large trash bin.

When the three got back to the room, Chloe and Claire were sleeping on one bed and both woke up. They sat up. They were sleeping in just panties, and Hotel grinned. "I see you boys have been enjoying the local color."

John chuckled. "Yeah. These are the two ladies who we met on the beach that were being used by this crime lord." He pointed at each of them. "This is Chloe and this is Claire. They are catching their flight this morning back to France. We had them pack and come to this room since the two enforcers that were keeping them here are still around somewhere."

Hotel nodded. "Bonjour mesdames. Je suis heureux de vous rencontrer."

The two ladies grinned and walked over to give him the two cheek European greeting. Chloe spoke, "Nous sommes également heureux de vous rencontrer."

John looked at them. "Hotel, you speak French."

"Yes, my mother was from near Metz. My father met her when he was stationed in Pirmasens."

"Your father was in the Army?"

"Yeah, that's why I get along with you ground-pounders." He grinned.

John chuckled. "Well, let's go over the equipment you brought and see where we can stash it in case of a search."

Hotel nodded and the three of them looked for the best places to hide things. They found one loose tile in the bathroom drop-ceiling that would allow them to put things up there. They also found that the bed box springs were pretty solid and they could probably put a cut along the edge that was at the top of the bed, slide some things in, and then put it back down and nobody would notice it.