"Please..Just let me call her again." He pleaded with desperation in his eyes as he looked up at the two older men in suits from where he sat at the table. "She needs to know what's happening...she could even help."
The younger of the men held Chuck's phone tightly in his hand, "We let you call her last week." He replied, his tone telling Chuck that there was no discussion to it.
He glared at them, "there was no answer." He said through his teeth.
The two men glanced at each other and the older of the two nodded.
"But boss said-"
"He's not here, give him the damn phone."
The younger man threw the phone at Chuck and he caught it with ease, he stared at it for a moment and then back at the men, "Whose your boss?" he asked with suspicion in his eyes.
They both eyed him for a moment, "Call your girlfriend." Was all they replied.
Chuck's jaw clenched at the lack of information being given, and he was beginning to doubt that these men were even from the witness protection agency like they claimed. He bit his tongue, he would discuss it with them after his call. He held down the one and placed the phone next to his ear
"Hey, this is Blair. If it's important, leave a message. If not, bother someone else." Beep.
Chuck sighed into the phone and hung up, and he began to worry. Blair hadn't answered her phone last week after he tried ten times and now her phone seemed to be turned off, what if there was something wrong with her? What if she needed him?
He chucked the phone onto the table angrily, "You guys have to start answering some questions, I deserve answers."
"You don't deserve anything from us, you're lucky you're not in prison." The older one answered, glaring at Chuck.
"I'm Chuck Bass," Chuck replied annoyed. "I don't go to to prison."
The younger man threw the paper at him, "Chuck Bass is dead." He told him, "It's too late for plan B."
"This is ridiculous."
"You should have thought about that before you killed that french man." He bent down to that his arms were on the table and he was in Chuck's face.
"He shot me, and mugged me, I had to get him back." Chuck said lamely. "Look I didn't ask for this and I don't need your help. Just let me go." Chuck practically begged, he felt as though he had been having the same conversation with these men for the past few weeks.
A phone buzzed in the room and the older man got the phone out of his pocket, he showed the message to the other man and they both walked out of the room, leaving Chuck there annoyed as ever.
He wasn't going to deny killing the man, because he did and he had felt terrible about it ever since, he had no idea what had come over him when he used the man's own gun against him and pushed the body into the ocean below. Chuck shuddered as he thought of that very dark time in his life.
But he was over this, being here with no company besides the two men, and having no idea what was happening, he hated not being in control.
He got his phone off the table that they had stupidly left behind and shoved it into his pocket, he was getting out of here.
Just as he was about to stand the news paper caught his eye.
New York Farewells Another Bass, the tittle read and below was a picture of a group of people standing outside a church, all wearing black. She wasn't hard to spot, even with her head down he knew that it was Blair. His heart ached, he was putting her through so much pain right now and it killed him that he didn't have any control over that.
The door opened and the two men came back in, as another taller man followed behind.
The younger man smiled at Chuck, "Boss wanted to see you." and he moved out of the way so that Chuck could get a full view of 'boss'.
He stood there with a stupid grin on his face, his dark short hair hadn't changed and Chuck was glad to see that he had gotten rid of his lame beard. His mouth opened as he spoke, "Hello, Nephew."
Chuck's eyes turned into slits as he glared at his uncle, he should have known he was behind this, "What are you doing Jack?"
Jack chuckled and gestured to the two men to leave as he sat opposite Chuck, "That's for me to know, and for you to find out." He said childishly.
"You're not going to get away with this." Chuck threatened.
"Oh, but..." Jack said looking at Chuck, the grin still yet to leave his face. "I already have."
"What's all this about?"
"I want Bass Industries." Jack said shrugging, "And there's no better way to do that then blackmail."
"Oh but there's two problems," Chuck said staring at Jack, "One, I left Bass Industries to Lily and Blair, and two, I'm not dead."
"Yet." Jack replied, ignoring the other drawback.
"Then kill me." Chuck challenged, leaning toward Jack, "what's stopping you?"
"I'd rather watch you suffer as your world crashes down and you can do nothing to stop it." Jack grinned.
"You're a sick man." Chuck spat. "I bet you're enjoying this."
"Then you win the bet." Jack said, "My favourite part is watching Blair slowly deteriorate, and then playing with her mind. Did you know she turned to Carter? Yep, went out on a drug bender for a week."
Chuck wanted to kill Jack right then and there, but instead he settled for punching him straight in the jaw, sending him back against the wall. "You leave Blair alone." He ordered.
"What are you going to do about it?" Jack said, despite from where he was on the floor he still managed to smile, "Nothing, that's what."
Chuck stood there breathing heavily as he stared at his uncle with hatred, how could a man be so evil to do this to his nephew. "You need help." Chuck said through his teeth.
Jack got up off the floor and walked over to Chuck and stood over him, "Watch yourself, sonny. You're in my control now."
Chuck took his closeness as an advantage and kneed Jack right in his crotch, before punching him a second time. When Jack fell to the floor Chuck wasted no time in running towards the door and he pulled it open. He looked left and right and saw the two men over by a bar, looking away from him. Chuck didn't look back as he left the building, when he got outside he had no idea where he was, he needed to get home but first of all he needed to know where he was.
As clever as Jack's plan was, he had worked it lazily and Chuck chuckled to himself at how much of an amateur his uncle was.
