Loving You Keeps Me Alive (Unfinished)

Loving You Keeps Me Alive (Unfinished)

Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

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Status: Finished

Genre: Gay and Lesbian

Summary

In modern day New York City, 23 year old closeted actor Marcus Sebastian has left his role on a popular soap opera to begin his new career as a recording artist. However this new opportunity becomes stalled when his former bandmates from his days as a teen boyband member turn up dead. Enter into the picture F.B.I. agent Joshua Spencer who is researching the connection between Marcus and the murders. As the investigation heats up so does the relationship between Marcus and Joshua. Long buried secrets begin to surface in the entertainment industry further complicated by a strong supernatural bond between the two men. Plagued by dreams of a tragic love from the past between a theater costume designer and gangster's son, it is up to Marcus and Joshua to discover the truth of what happened seventy years ago before it is too late. Read about what happens in this gay themed paranormal tale of reincarnated love that is a spin off of the erotic romance Introducing Mrs. Bennington.

Summary

In modern day New York City, 23 year old closeted actor Marcus Sebastian has left his role on a popular soap opera to begin his new career as a recording artist. However this new opportunity becomes stalled when his former bandmates from his days as a teen boyband member turn up dead. Enter into the picture F.B.I. agent Joshua Spencer who is researching the connection between Marcus and the murders. As the investigation heats up so does the relationship between Marcus and Joshua. Long buried secrets begin to surface in the entertainment industry further complicated by a strong supernatural bond between the two men. Plagued by dreams of a tragic love from the past between a theater costume designer and gangster's son, it is up to Marcus and Joshua to discover the truth of what happened seventy years ago before it is too late. Read about what happens in this gay themed paranormal tale of reincarnated love that is a spin off of the erotic romance Introducing Mrs. Bennington.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Loving You Keeps Me Alive

Author Chapter Note

In modern day New York City, 23 year old closeted actor Marcus Sebastian has left his role on a popular soap opera to begin his new career as a recording artist. However this new opportunity becomes stalled when his former bandmates from his days as a teen boyband member turn up dead. Enter into the picture F.B.I. agent Joshua Spencer who is researching the connection between Marcus and the murders. As the investigation heats up so does the relationship between Marcus and Joshua. Long buried secrets begin to surface in the entertainment industry further complicated by a strong supernatural bond between the two men. Plagued by dreams of a tragic love from the past between a theater costume designer and gangster's son, it is up to Marcus and Joshua to discover the truth of what happened seventy years ago before it is too late. Read about what happens in this gay themed paranormal tale of reincarnated love that is a spin off of the erotic romance Introducing Mrs. Bennington.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: April 05, 2012

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: April 05, 2012

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Loving you keeps me alive,

Think again before you leave me.

His love cannot be as true,

As the love I offer you.

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The Bronx, New York 1943

Twelve o’clock midnight. Twenty eight year old Dolen Adlin placed his palm on the hood of his Franklin sensing the warmth of the engine beneath his fingers. As the son of the notorious mobster Big Abner Adlin, the six foot one dark haired, blue eyed gentleman signaled to his men to take their places around the shadowed areas of the dock warehouse.

It had been a chilly October night convincing him to wear a thick wool trench coat and leather gloves as he reached into the hidden pocket of his jacket to feel his pistol concealed inside. He listened again at the resonating echoes of rats and stray felines, in between the rows of dark alleyways, vandalizing the rusted garbage cans overturning their contents in a search for food. Reminding himself to never adopt orphaned animals, the gangster’s son leaned against the front of his car to admire the full moon illuminating the night sky atop the heavens.

Counting the number of stars above, he took note of the present constellations. Orion to the east, Scorpio to the west, and the Big Dipper to the south. It reminded Dolen of Him and how much He enjoyed labeling the universal bodies when they were together. A small tear formed in the mobster’s right eye which he wiped away with his gloved finger. He had to tell himself that now was not the right time for reminiscing.

Lights shone from the distance. Dolen immediately composed himself observing the vehicles coming toward him stopping only to park in a semi-circle fashion around him. Big Abner’s boy folded his arms watching a short, four foot eight man in a white suit get out from one of the cars. Surrounded by his twenty burly bodyguards, the gentleman waddled his way to Dolen.

"Adlin!" the white suited man greeted. "I see your father sent his pride and joy into a suicide mission!"

Dolen tipped his fedora. "David Secgonti!" he clucked. "I see that your father wanted an easier way of getting rid of you as well!" He smirked at the fact that his comment drove a knife into the rival Mafioso.

"Enough chit chat!" David snapped. "I want to know why you called this meeting tonight?"

The dark haired man straightened his tie. "As you are well aware, the opium you are smuggling from China is interrupting our marijuana trade with Jamaica leading to some very unfortunate situations in this area. My father wants to propose a deal. Have your father merge with Big Abner Adlin and we can take over the entire territory of New York City with our products."

"Sounds tempting," replied David Secgonti rubbing his chin. He paused for a moment before whipping out a gun from the waistband of his pants. Quickly, Dolen did the same. "Unfortunately no deal. The Secgontis are not stupid people. We know you Adlins would eventually take over the drug trade and steal the business right from under us. Better if we get rid of the competition to improve our profits!"

"Don’t be stupid!" Dolen hissed. "You know this will all end in bloodshed! Unite the two families and no one has to die anymore!"

"Oh someone has to die Dolen," taunted David. "It just won’t be me!" He raised the gun, squeezed the trigger, and fired.

A series of loud pops filled the area. Big Abner’s son hunkered down before jumping over the hood of the Franklin that now had been plastered with bullets. Smoke and the aroma of gunpowder permeated the air. Large gaping holes punctured the metal leaving Dolen at the mercy of David Secgonti and his men. Something wet soaked his shirt. Glancing down he saw his chest splashed with red and realized the worst. He had been hit!

Adrenaline that had been pumping through his veins suddenly began to wore off allowing the searing pain to seep in. He cried out in anguish clutching his chest inhaling a deep breath while more bullets ripped through his car. Glass flew everywhere catching shards into his dark hair embedding the pieces into his flesh.

Crimson puddles stained the cold ground leaving Dolen to feel woozy while he attempted to hold on to his pistol. Crawling like a helpless insect, he peered over the side of the hood to see David shooting a couple rounds toward him. With what little strength he had, the gangster’s son raised his gun and fired back.

Unfortunately, he missed. Unfazed by Dolen’s attempt, the white suited mobster shook his pistol in the air to issue a final command.

"KILL HIM!"

Guns went blazing. For at that moment, it had not been only David Secgonti’s men that had been shooting but Dolen Adlin’s thugs as well. High above the warehouse rooftops and camouflaged within the shadows, the lackeys of the mobster’s son aimed their machine guns to fire at the Secgonti goons below.

Not anticipating the attack from above, David’s men shot back taking out a few of Big Abner’s army while losing a few of their own in the process. Blood splattered against the walls of the dock buildings causing a flood of scarlet to flow into the water. More of Secgonti’s boys fell as did Adlin’s troops leaving the rest to flee unharmed into the night. With the last gunshot diminishing, Dolen pulled himself to safety from the shelter of the Franklin leaving a long trail of blood on the ground behind him. A click of a pistol stopped him as he turned to see David crawling after him caked in red directing a revolver toward his chest.

"If...I’m going to die..." the white suited man gasped. "You’ll...die with me..." He pulled the trigger and fired. The bullet ripped through his shoulder leaving Dolen’s foe to attempt another round. Big Abner’s son screamed in agony at the pain as he made an effort to get away. Reach his hand out, he plunged it hard against the wet puddle on the ground. Instantly, Dolen inhaled the strong, venomous scent.

Oil. Gas. During the shootout, the two chemicals poured out of the damaged vehicles flooding the ground in a pile of messy puddles. He had one chance. Reaching into his back pocket, he found a matchbook that he kept in his pants immediately igniting the tip of the first row of potassium chlorate.

Another loud bang. This time the bullet cut through his back. Dolen felt his eyes closing. His hand let go of the lit matchbook dropping it in contact with the flammable liquid. Immediately, flames formed between the two men.

Orange flame lined the ground licking away at Dolen’s body before quickly surrounding David in a wall of agony as he helplessly watched his skin burned down to nothing but charred flesh. A loud explosion rocked the warehouse docks engulfing the entire area into one enormous inferno. Fire crews had been called to the scene but it was too late. The Mafia Bronx massacre had claimed the lives of both members of the Adlin and Secgonti clan.

Just in those few moments, Dolen felt nothing. He happily watched himself succumb to the fire for he realized he would be with Him again. The innocent brown haired, English lad with an angelic face whose brown eyes always said I love you. Dolen made one last smile.

Hugh, wait for me...

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