A/N: This is an M-rated chapter…a bit intense…didn't really enjoy writing it but its needed really…

She was going to have it out with him. This was going to go too far.

When Alex got back to her flat that evening she was absolutely livid. She had been terrified for the past couple of days, but now all her anger had reached a boiling point. Jack was going to get it. He was not being let off the hook. She was furious.

Alex didn't have to wait long for Jack to let himself into the flat. He entered the living room and grinned maliciously at her, and then he saw her thunderous face.

"God sweetie, what's got your fancy knickers in a twist?"

Alex couldn't contain it. She lunged forwards and slapped Jack full across the face. "YOU SICK BASTARD!" Alex screamed. "You – you murdered a child, Jack! You jealous, paranoid, egotistical, pig-headed twat! You killed him, you killed Ricky!"

Jack made to grab Alex, but she punched him hard, kicking him away from her. "Don't you dare touch me! I thought this deal would be about you acting out your perverted little fantasies, not murdering my soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend! You bastard tosser!"

"I told you to follow my orders," Jack snarled, "that's the deal, you bitch!"

"And follow your orders I did!" Alex snapped, producing the blue scarf and lobbing it at him. "You, twat face, forgot to pick up your bloody evidence! If anybody else had found that, you'd be behind bars by now! So don't you dare tell me I'm not following your orders, you pathetic arsehole!"

Jack had had enough. He lunged for her again, smacking her forcefully. Alex fell with a thud to the floor, crying out in pain. Jack stood over her, pulling her face towards his by her hair once more.

"In case you've forgotten, sweetheart, I told you I was going to have a bit of fun this month!" Jack spat nastily. "I'm going to do whatever the fuck I like. To you, and to any other little shits that get in my way. And darling, you can't do anything about it unless you want Molly going through her worst nightmares!"

Jack dragged Alex up, holding her by the scruff of her blouse.

"Fucking whore," he sneered, "it's time to teach you a lesson, my sweet!" He threw her violently back on the floor and she landed with a thump, biting her lip to muffle her screams. Screaming would only anger him further.

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Gene was a little annoyed that Alex had gone straight up to her flat without stopping for a drink with him. Sitting with Chris, Ray and the CID boys wasn't really the same. But she had her ex-husband back now, the stupid tosser. Gene swigged back his drink, hating Jack. He knew he couldn't compete with a good-looking pretty-boy, even if the man was a smarmy git. He didn't really understand why his Bolly would go back to the man that left her as a single mother. Maybe he didn't know her as well as he thought. Gene went up to the bar to get another drink, and he could've sworn that he heard a loud thump and a muffled cry from Alex's flat. Gene frowned. Maybe she was up there with Jack, getting her knickers off as usual. However, despite the images that were now flooding his mind, something was telling him to go up.

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Jack dragged Alex to the bed, flinging her upon it as if she were merely a rag doll. Seeing she was going to protest, Jack pulled a knife out of his pocket and loomed over her, pressing the blade to her throat. Alex whimpered.

"You scream and you get it," Jack growled with an evil, twisted glare in his eye, "and so does your little bitch of a daughter when I'm back in 2008."

Tears leaked from Alex's eyes as she took huge, gulping breaths, paralysed with fear. Jack's hands were at her jeans, undoing the buttons and pealing them down her long legs. Next he unbuttoned her blouse, throwing it to the floor so that she was pinned to the bed in her underwear. Alex closed her eyes, shaking with tears. She felt the knife move from her throat as Jack began to cut away her silk knickers and lacy bra. Jack groaned in lust, his mouth finding her neck and biting hard. Alex knew what was coming next.

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Gene wasn't imagining it. He definitely heard it that time – a weak scream. From Bolly's flat. His Bolly could be in trouble.

Gene rose from his seat and exited the restaurant as he began to ascend up the steps to Alex's flat. Stopping outside, his eyebrows shot upwards at the sounds he was hearing. He could hear Jack moaning and grunting in pleasure and Gene suddenly felt like he was intruding way too much. Shit. Alex was in there, having sex with her ex-husband, and here he was outside the flat listening.

Gene felt a little bit disturbed and also rather perverted, standing outside the flat where a couple were clearly shagging and when one of the people in the room was his DI. That's all that had been going on, Gene decided. Bollyknickers was getting a good, hard shag from her ex-husband. That's obviously what the thumping and whimpering were. But then he heard a gut-wrenching, muffled scream that really did not sound as if Alex was enjoying the situation.

Gene banged his fist on the door. "Alex! ALEX! Alex, you all right in there?"

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Tears were streaming down Alex's face as she held in her sobs, occasionally crying out in involuntary pain. Alex couldn't take much more of this. Just please, let me die…

But then she heard it. The distinctive knock, the thunderous sound of his fists on the door. Her door. He was outside her flat, only meters away.

"Alex! ALEX! Alex, you all right in there?"

But before she could answer, Jack's hand had covered her mouth tightly so that she was fighting for oxygen. The other hand brought the knife back up to her neck.

"Tell him you're fine," Jack breathed dangerously, "tell him to leave you alone. Now."

Alex whimpered, the tears still streaming.

"Tell him," Jack rumbled, pressing the knife so close that beads of blood began to show on her neck.

Alex gave in, defeated. She nodded her head. "Okay," she whispered as he removed his hand.

"ALEX?" came Gene's concerned booms again.

"I'm fine," Alex squeaked with all the confidence she could muster, "I'm fine, Gene, just…just go away, please!"

"Alex, do you need me ter…"

"JUST PISS OFF!" Alex yelled, hating herself as the fear overwhelmed her. Outside the flat, Alex's words hit Gene hard. She was fine. She was with Jack. She didn't want him. He couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong…but Alex didn't want him in there. She didn't seem to want him anymore.

"Okay love," Gene said quietly, "I'm off now. Sorry."

And with that, he retreated, leaving the landing and then the building entirely, stepping into the Quattro and driving off home, away from Alex.

Hearing his descending footsteps, Alex's face was drowned in fresh tears. This wasn't what was supposed to happen. He was supposed to do the exact opposite of what she wanted like he normally did! He was supposed to burst in and save her and make this vicious man leave her alone for good. He was supposed to protect her.

Jack grinned maliciously. "Now, where were we?" he sneered as Alex convulsed in pain once more, her body racked with sobs. It didn't look like Gene would be saving her this time.