First off, a massive thanks to Tim1135 for his time on editing and offering advice on this and the remaining two chapters. Yes, the whole saga is complete and I will get the two remaining chapters up as soon as they've been edited.
I also want to extend thanks to Frank who had been a great sounding board along the way and helped with some technical aspects within the story.
Word of warning, the story is dark, but it has some twinkling of light start to show in the last two chapters. This chapter contains scenes of vanilla flavoured sex, non-consensual and forced sex, drug use, physical and mental abuse, physical harm and murder. As I said, it's still dark, I have warned you.
Remember, this isn't real life, it's not a docu-drama, nor factual so to speak. Literotica is simply a mirror reflection on fragments of real life, what happens in the mirror isn't really real, it's this side of the mirror that is real life!
If you've just jumped in, I strongly suggest you jump back into the top of Chapter seven, it has a brief synopsis up to that point if you don't want to read from the start. Rather than re-invent the wheel here is a condensed version of the last chapter to help if you need a recap. If you're familiar with the saga or are reading the whole story in a couple sittings after it's all published, just crack on past the next bit.
Lastly, I'm a Brit, so it's English, English so to speak. Any errors are mine, I did make some last minute minor changes. What is it with us fiddling authors 😊 Happy reading.
Chapter 7 recap
It backtracks into the story. It runs parallel to the event of chapter six but looks at Tanya, and not Matt's, part of the story before we synchronise back into "realtime" towards the end of the chapter.
It starts by looking slightly back in time where Mr. Smith carefully draws Tanya into his folds playing on her weakness, the need to be the best. He is also aware that she does have a personality flaw that comes with huge risk for the operation she will undertake. What she, and Mr. Jones, do not know is that the operation they are going to be embroiled in is a cover for another operation that is so secretive, only a handful of people know of it's existence and importance.
We find out about Mr. Smith's history. Where he came from and what made him the person he is.
To keep Mr. Jones at bay, he warns him off from using Tanya, but offers him a taste as they take her to Dubai where Tanya takes on the role of Tammi to seduce Mickey, a major UK gangster hiding a secret that the government dearly want to retrieve from him.
The plan works, and Tammi goes all in to become Mickey's live in partner. Mickey wants to solidify their relationship and Mr. Jones plays a hand in making sure that Tammi can become pregnant, something she thinks that cannot happen. Matt and Tanya meet unexpectedly at a stag do in Mickey's nightclub and that's where we pickup going into Chapter eight....
<<<<<Actions, Reactions and Consequences Chapter 8>>>>>
Time felt like it had stopped. Realising the gravity of the situation, Tanya suddenly tried to walk past Matt but he grabbed her wrist, stopping her. He looked at the woman that was once Tanya. Now with short blonde hair she wore her make-up very differently as when she was married to Matt. Where she just had a single earring in each ear, she now had multiple earrings. Her lips were brightly painted but now jutting out with a trout pout. Where her breasts were a nice size that made them a delight to play with and handle, they were now two lumps of flesh the size of large melons jutting from her chest. Through the semi-transparent dress, large gold nipple piercings were just visible as was a tattoo that adorned a large portion of her torso. Matt couldn't speak as Tanya glared at him wide eyed trying to break free, surreptitiously shaking her head '
no
' slowly hoping only Matt would notice.
Within seconds, a figure barrelled into the side of Matt and something pointed and sharp was pressed against his side. He glanced to see a blonde guy covered in tattoos, dripping with gold jewellery.
"If you don't let go of my girlfriend's arm by time I've stopped speaking, I'll shove this blade right into your fuckin' kidney!"
Matt released Tanya and she stood frozen to the spot, fear etched on her face. Matt stared at her coldly.
"Listen cunt, I don't know what's going on here but...look at me when I'm talking to you!"
Matt turned his head slowly to look at Mickey, anger vividly burning in his eyes as Tammi moved to Mickey's side.
Mickey looked back and forth between the two of them, his gut feeling was, something wasn't right. He spoke to Tammi.
"Do you know this cunt?"
"No, it's my fault, I turned with the tray not realising he was behind me. Honestly, it's all my fault".
Mickey looked at Matt, the look was sheer anger as he now at stared at Tammi.
"What the fuck's your problem? She said sorry, why did you grab her?"
By then two large bouncers had turned up and Matt's Watch had now come down and stood behind him.
"I'm sorry, with all that broken glass, I wanted to make sure she hadn't cut herself".
"Ok...now, fuck off, enjoy your night. If you come within ten feet of my girlfriend you'll regret it, do you understand?"
Yeah, I get you drift, she's
all
yours."
Matt stared at Tanya as he spoke, he hoped she realised that his emphasis on
all
made it clear, he didn't want her. After their last meeting in Bournemouth, he finally turned completely against her, seeing what she had physically become only hammered further nails into the coffin. He thought she looked like a cheap hooker.
Mickey told the bar staff to replace the drinks and bring them up to their own private VIP area. To further drive home Tammi was his, he stood behind her, kissing her neck as his hands reached around to gently pull on her nipple rings through the flimsy material of the dress in front of Matt and his Watch. Matt turned to the bar to order the drinks.
Matt took the drinks back to their allocated VIP table then walked off into the club, away from the VIP area. He had a glut of feelings that overcame him. Hatred, shock, surprise, sadness...and loss. He had lost his beautiful wife forever, how the hell did this happen? How did his wife throw their relationship away to end up looking like that. It was obvious that she was in an intimate relationship with the thug back there she was with but, what had driven her to do it?
Matt tried to block it from his mind. He drank, danced and flirted until he knew he was drunk to the point, he'd likely pass out. Staggering from the club, he made it back to the hotel and into his room. He dropped on the bed with his head spinning. Snippets from his earlier meeting with Tanya played dizzily in his mind. Crawling off the bed, he just about made it to the bathroom to wrap his arms around the toilet bowl as he started to heave up the contents of his stomach. He ended up passing out on the floor.
The warm water made Matt come to. Groggy and unsure where he was, he found himself sitting fully clothed on the floor of the walk-in shower. Looking up he could see someone standing outside.
"Sorry mate but, you've puked all over yourself. I thought the best thing I could do was drag you under the shower. I'll go make a cup of coffee. If I was you, I'd get out those clothes, clean them as best you can in the shower and stick them over the radiator so they can start to dry."
It was Mark, his colleague from his Watch, who he was sharing a room with. Matt nodded and started to pull himself up from the floor to strip and get cleaned up. Ten minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom in a robe and sat on the bed. Mark passed him a cup of strong black coffee.
"Ok Matt, I'll not pry but, that was you knew that woman who bumped into you back in the club. I lived in a world where we survived by reading people's faces and actions to make sure we could stay alive so, I know there's a lot more to this than meets the eye."
Matt looked at the floor and burst into tears. He was overcome by the grief of losing his wife and seeing her, despite the fact he hated her for what she'd done to him. As he regained his composure, he spoke and ran through his whole life, from the accident as a child until today.
"Hold up Matt." Mark interrupted. "Did you say that the married guy was called Lance? Damn, I think I know of him, it's a small world. He wasn't part of my unit but, we were in the same camp. I remember him vaguely. His wife couldn't click with the other wives in the married quarters so, they moved off camp somewhere down the coast. It was the chatter amongst the wives that she'd done it to get a 'hall pass'. She was being ostracised by the other wives, if I remember correctly."
Matt continued his story until he reached the point where they were now sitting talking. Other than Tanya's former boss Graham, he had never told anybody the story.
"I'm really sorry Matt, that's one hell of a fucked-up story. My wife left me a few years back so, my heart goes out to you, it really does. Do you think she is now working on some undercover operation, believing she can come back to you afterwards? It smells wrong, she may have been coerced, or drugged maybe but, it seems fucking wrong, whatever's going on."
They sat in silence as Matt held his coffee cup looking at the floor.
"Listen, I know people that likely have access to information of ongoing operations, possibly whatever's going on with your Mrs. if that's how you see her. There are people that owe me and will willingly help, if I ask. I've tried to blank my past out of mind for reasons I don't want to discuss but, I will try and help you Matt, even if only so you understand why she has stepped down such a radical path. I think it would be useful to find out who this Mr. Smith and Jones really are as my gut feeling is, you may not have seen the last of them in your life."
Matt looked at Mark and thanked him. It was three am and he was worn out from the shock of finding Tanya, excessive drinking and tiredness so, he climbed into his bed, full of various raw emotions. Exhaustion quickly took him and he drifted off into a troubled sleep.
The next day, they left the hotel and had a last few drinks before taking the train back into London. Matt remained subdued and expected a raft of questions. He wasn't aware that Mark had asked the others to leave Matt be and that when Matt was ready, he would tell them the story. All that ran through Matt's mind was, how did this happen? What made his wife change so radically to become the thing he had seen in the club.
If Matt was asking himself questions, Mickey's mind was overflowing with them. It didn't take a mind reader to see that it wasn't simply a case of the dropped tray, he concluded Tammi dropped it through shock, as her face was trying to mask whatever was going on. He asked her several times throughout the evening what had gone on and she kept insisting it was her fault for not considering someone was behind her. As soon as they returned to their private area, after the incident, there was a noticeable change in her behaviour and body language to tell him, she was hiding something. But what? He would do some digging tomorrow by looking at the hotel security footage and identification provided by the guest when then checked in. Once he had a sniff as to who this guy was, he would get Lucas Jones to dig around, in depth.
By Sunday lunchtime, Mickey had a scan on his phone showing a London Fire Brigade identity card for Matt Andrews, the guy from Saturday night. Tammi had made a recovery but, she wasn't quite her normal self. He was tempted to push her but, decided to wait until he had more information from Lucas. They drove to Mickey's mum's for dinner and he noted that Tammi seemed to relax after five minutes in the car so, he assumed she had been expecting more questions. This only added weight to the fact that it wasn't a simple coincidence.
Meanwhile, Matt returned to his private apartment and his phone pinged with a message from Sandra. He was seeing her on a more frequent basis and she was heading towards the title of girlfriend.
He responded then she called him with a video call.
