You Did What?
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I keep checking my mailbox hoping to find Ranger inside since I know that I will take so much better care of him but he's still not there. (Not Mine. Damn it.)
A/N: I know I normally post this late Thursday so you all can wake up to find it. But, it's here now a few hours late. Sorry, I had 2 big tests, a speech, 2 papers to write, 48 strawberry cupcakes to bake, and 40 some odd valentines to help my kids make. The life of a student/wife/mom. Got to love it.
Special thanks as always to my girl amkp for all her hard work. I appreciate it, Babe. She helps me talk out plot, beta's, and is one of my best friends.
Ranger's POV
I'd been waiting for Stephanie for twenty minutes and twenty-five seconds. I heard a noise, near the bride's room and ran to investigate. I found Dave lying on the floor and checked him for a pulse. I looked into the bride's room and saw it was empty. "You have got to be kidding me." I mumbled under my breath. Why is it that me, the master planner, didn't see this fubar coming? I decided that I wanted our wedding night to be about us. I didn't want to risk the guys doing anything to ruin the happiest night of my life. So, I decided not to bring them with us which resulted in her being left alone in an unguarded room. Great job keeping her safe, Manoso.
I was interrupted from my mental ramblings by the sound of a door slamming at the other end of the hall. I took off down the hall, hoping that I would find my Babe. I arrived on the ground floor and saw a mess of curls being carried bridal style out of the main lobby door.
The man carrying Stephanie looked over his shoulder and saw me giving chase. He yelled at a group of women nearby. "Look, it's Ricky Martin."
I ran towards the man carrying my Babe only to be stopped by the group of women screaming, "Ricky Martin! Oh my God! It's Ricky Martin!" Everyone in the lobby stopped and some started taking pictures of me. Women were pulling at my clothes and someone grabbed my ass, while I fought my way through the crowd of crazy women, desperate to get to Stephanie. I finally broke free, and I reached the door only to see a limo speeding away from the curb. I caught a partial plate number that read, Big 1.
That fucking bastard! I'm going to kill him! I reached into my pocket and called my team. This was so not what I planned for this evening.
Sometime later …
We were sitting outside Mr. Biggs' office, waiting for Ram to return from surveying the building.
My cell rang and I knew it was Biggs, "Talk."
"How much longer is this going to take?" Steph said in a voice that spoke of irritation.
"Babe!"
"Where are you?"
"I'm close, Steph."
"I've had two days from hell and all I want to do is forget this ever happened. You know Grandma always said that love is being stupid, together. But, I really don't think this is what she meant. Could you please come on and get me out of here, already? I want to get married!"
"Me too, Babe. Me, too."
I heard a man's voice over the line, "What the hell? Who are you talking to?" Followed by what sounded like a scuffle and wrestling over the phone.
"OW! That's my foot. Give me that damn phone." I heard the man yell.
"No!" Steph yelled back.
"Give me the phone or I'll stun you again."
I must have growled loud enough into the phone for them to hear.
"Who were you talking to?" I heard the man squeak.
"Oh, that? That's my fiancé." I heard Steph giggle into the phone. "Sounds like he's just dying to meet you, don't you think?"
"Who's this?" the man demanded.
"This is Carlos Manoso and you have something that belongs to me." I spoke with deadly calm.
"Well, this is Mr. Biggs, and if you ever want to see this pretty little lady of yours ever again, I suggest you get me two-hundred and fifty grand. You've got four hours."
"I'll see you sooner than that. I guarantee it. Be afraid, Mr. Biggs, be very afraid." I promised.
Mr. Biggs was about to meet his maker. I stepped out of the SUV as Ram approached and barked, "Report."
"Well," he chuckled, "it seems Bomber is giving them a hard time and they don't quite know what to do with her. I only counted four in the building. Steph and Biggs are in the office and the guards are playing poker in the front room."
We made a quick plan and moved into position. It was time for me to settle a score with Mr. Biggs. My whole plan, since agreeing to take this job, was to try to get Steph to marry me. I knew that springing it on her would freak her out, but I also knew that it was the only way for me to insure that her mother wouldn't try to ruin our wedding. And, it wasn't her mother; it was this fucking, little ass-boil Mr. Biggs that ruined my plans. He was going to pay.
We stormed the building splitting into two teams. Team one held Bobby, Lester, and I going in the back door closest to Stephanie. Team two consisted of Ram, Binkie, and Zip going in the front.
Team two took out the guards and I had my hands around Mr. Biggs' neck before he even reached his gun. "You don't know who I am, but I'm your worst nightmare."
Mr. Biggs was all of four foot nine. I would have murdered this little prick of a man had Steph not stepped over and placed a hand on my arm. I glanced at her, "Did he hurt you?"
"Other than a migraine headache from being stunned again, no, he didn't hurt me."
All of a sudden, the building was filled by the Vegas PD. They started demanding to know what was going on. I tried to explain about how Mr. Biggs had kidnapped Stephanie but before I could get a word in edge wise the cops were throwing cuffs on everyone, except Stephanie. An officer approached and I mumbled, "Shit," under my breath. It was the same officer that arrested me a last time I was in Vegas.
"So we met again, Mr. Manoso. And, once again you're under arrest."
TBC …
A/N: So … I just know that you are all dying to tell me what you think is going to happen next. How is Steph going to get Ranger and the MM out of jail? When will they ever get married? Hmmm??? I think the sound of wedding bells could be in the next chapter for reviews.
You all have turned me into a reviewaholic. LOL.
