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Chapter 10 – No More Mr. Nice Guy.

Thursday November 19th, 2020

I suddenly had an idea for the scissors. I looked and quickly found some masking tape which I shoved in my jacket pocket with the scissors.

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and counted to five. I needed to calm down so I could find Tori. .

I dreaded having to break the news to Cat and Beck.

The first thing I needed to do was to call this in and report Tori Vega as being abducted by person's unknown. The rest of the cops would be here shortly.

I knew that I had to work fast. I called cat downstairs on my cell.

"Hello Jade, is she there?" Cat said upon answering.

"Her purse and keys were still there, it looks like someone knocked on her door and caught her by surprise and grabbed her"

"Oh my god" She gasped.

"Those letters cat, did she keep them?"

"Yes in case she needed to go to court or something like a restraining order. Look in her desk by the computer"

I quickly searched the desk and found the letters. I wanted to see if the soon to be dead psycho left an address on the envelopes. He stupidly did.

For better or no, I'm a very possessive girl by nature and I don't take kindly to anyone moving in on what I consider my territory. This fuck head took Tori, My Tori. I've been waiting almost 8 years to have her back in my life and this asshole took her from me. She is the other half of me and I want her back.

I don't think he's quite realized what he's done. He has managed to piss me off more than I have ever been in my entire life. On top of that, I'm armed with a 9MM Glock pistol and a very shiny pair of scissors.

"You're fucking dead!" I said out loud as I exited Tori's apartment shutting the door behind me.

The more I thought about it as I hurried downstairs the more my blood began to Boil.

I hurried downstairs and told Beck and Cat to wait for the rest of the police to arrive. I told them that I was going after the suspect.

"Won't you get in trouble going after him by yourself?" Beck asked me.

"He has my Tori and I am going to fucking kill him" was my only response before jumping in the squad car and tearing off. I even hit the siren as I headed down the street.

I know my superiors would be extremely unhappy with me, just a lowly patrol officer going off on my own little investigation. I didn't even remotely care what they did to me or my badge. My Tori was in trouble. I wasn't there for her seven and a half years ago. I would be dammed if I didn't help her now. Who knows what that guy would do?

The psycho's name was Jimmy and he lived in Queens near an industrial park. I got there as quickly as I could, killing the siren a few blocks from his place. It was a non descript looking apartment building.

My blood was still boiling at this point as I found his door. On TV you see cops kick in doors all the time. Do you know how hard it is to kick in a door? It's actually very hard sometimes, some of these old doors you could pound on for an hour and nothing would happen.

I pulled my service weapon and fired three shots into the lock of his door and then kicked it in. I rushed in gun drawn into a small apartment. The furnishings were nice but old and faded. Though he had a very nice and expensive flat screen TV which I did notice. They guy was a balding white guy about 230 pounds and was wearing just a pair of shorts. He was ugly as hell and sitting on the couch when I stormed in.

Before he could move I ran right up to him and put my pistol right to his forehead.

"Tell me where my Tori is, or you're dead." I yelled at him, me eye's practically burning holes in his skull.

His face took a look of defiance, "She's my wife."

"Wrong answer dick head" and I then kicked him in the shin.

"Ouch, that hurts, She gonna love me." He said rubbing his shin.

I pushed the gun as hard into his fore head as I possibly could then pulled back the hammer on my pistol.

I glared at him with a look of utter hatred "You have someone that is very very precious to me and unless you tell me where she is I will happily splatter your brains all over this ugly fucking couch!"

His eyes kind of bugged out of his head with a look of sheer terror. I think he realized I actually was going to kill him because I could see a small wet stain spreading in his crotch, he was peeing himself.

"My friends have her."

"Who?" I barked.

"Uh..I worked with a couple of guys at my old job; they said they could grab her for me if I gave them some cash. I had some saved up so I gave it too them. They are going to make it so she will marry me."

I had no idea what was going on through this loon's head but literally it took all my will power not to kill him on the spot. I only didn't because Tori wouldn't want me to.

"Where are they?" I said tensely

"Our factory closed, they got a little meth lab there, I get them stuff for the meth so they can make it."

He told me the guy's names and where they used to work.

I dragged the asshole off the couch and as I handcuffed him to a radiator I gave him a little warning. "This is your lucky day fuck face; I don't have time to kill you. So much as even look at my girlfriend again and I will see that you die the most horrible fucking death I can possibly imagine. And believe me I have a very twisted imagination." I wasn't kidding.

I was in full Jade West rage mode as I said it; he just sat there looking like he was going to cry.

I bolted out of there; I figured that the rest of the cops probably wouldn't be too far behind. They would find him.

Lord knows why those idiots grabbed and kept her for him, probably consuming too much of their own product.

I quietly drove up to the factory; I was a decent sized building but appeared to have been closed for a number of years. I wanted to be sure before I called anything in so I parked the squad out of sight and snuck up.

It had snowed lightly earlier and I could see some van tracks going into one of the garage doors. I decided to find a back entrance. The place seemed locked up pretty good. I found a fire escape and climbed up to the 3rd floor.

Perhaps I should approach from above I thought. I lucked out and the door at the top of the fire escape was stuck but not locked. I drew my weapon and took a deep breath. My heart was practically pounding out of its chest when I opened the door, walked in and began my search.

The 3rd and 2nd floors had lots of small machines for the manufacture of lord knows what, they were all idle and dust covered. It looked like no one had been up here for some time. The whole building was dark, damp & spooky. Kind of a cool place actually I thought.

As I crept around the 2nd floor I heard some voices coming from somewhere below through a vent.

"Just why, are we keeping that Girl that Jimmy is so in love with?" said man number one.

"Cause he paid me and Mike 2000 to grab her?" said man number 2.

"What the fuck is that idiot doing to do with her?" said man number 1

"Nothing, cause he aint getting her"

"Huh"

"Jimmy is a stupid ass nut job with a big fucking mouth. He is going to get us in trouble. So I convince him that I can make this girl his wife if he pays me. He forks over 2000 dollars and we grab her. But here is the beauty, I'm going to sell her to some bikers I know. They are looking for a little female entertainment."

"What are they going to do with her?"

"What ever they want until they get sick of her, they will be here in about an hour."

"Then what are they going to do with her when they get sick of her?"

"What do you think, they'll kill her?"

"What about Jimmy then?"

"See that barrel over there, by tomorrow he will be in that barrel at the bottom of the fucking ocean. In the end we get his money, sell the girl and we get rid of him, it's a win win situation."

"So how muc…."

They had walked out of earshot and Jade couldn't hear anymore.

"Too fucking late boys, Jimmy has already got you in trouble with ME." I quietly said to myself. As strange as it was it started to make some bizarre sense, Jimmy was dumber than I thought.

The irony struck me that Jimmy the cause of all this was now safely handcuffed to a radiator thanks to me.

I quickly and quietly moved down to the ground floor. I found myself in what appeared to be a garage the men who were hear earlier were gone. A white panel van was parked in a corner. The car was still slightly warm. I opened the van and it was empty. A ripped woman's shirt was discarded in the corner.

I had a thought and smelled the shirt. A flood of memories came back as I realized that it had Tori's smell on it. Tori was in fact here, in this building.

I quietly called it in. Felony in progress, possible hostage situation, officer needs immediate assistance, and gave the address. In about 5 minutes this building will have about 50 cops around it, but for now there is only one here, me.

I saw a door that was propped open with a brick across the garage.

Beyond the door was a door to the right and one to the left and a stairway going down. I chose the stairway going down.

It was dark and damp at the bottom of the stairway. I could see 3 corridors, there were lights on but still dimly lit. One corridor went, left, one straight and one went to the right. . Off In the distance I heard a noise though I couldn't tell which direction it came from. I quietly walked down the corridor on the right. My heart was pounding even faster than it was before.

I passed several dark rooms that appear to have once been storage. A room down the hall was dimly lit and contained chemicals used in making of meth. They were neatly arranged on shelves. No Tori however.

Off somewhere I heard a muffled voice.

At the end of the hall was a door. I quietly opened the door and crept in. I was first hit by a horrible chemical smell as I entered the brightly lit room. There were a few tables with glass jars and equipment used in making meth. No one was here. There were 2 doors on the opposite side of the room, two on the right and one on the left. I took one too the left.

It was a dimly lit dirty bathroom. As I entered I saw in the corner a shape on the floor.

There she was Tori Vega, the woman who I loved more than life itself after 7 and half long years. My heart skipped a beat when I first saw her.

She was on the floor her hands tied to a radiator, she was just wearing jeans and bra. Her hair was a mess and she appeared to be sleeping. I could see a large bruise on the right side of her face. She looked so helpless. My heart leaped into my throat as I slowly approached her.

One of my favorite chapters, Jade West is back and she is pretty much on the warpath as some fool took her Tori. Took long enough, but they are finally together again, but they are still very much in danger.

This chapter title is a reference to the Alice Cooper Song "No More, Mr. Nice Guy" Pretty much sums up Jade's attitude, nothing will stop her from getting what she wants.