Author's Note: Thank you guys so much for the sweet messages. I have sure missed my JE readers. You guys are always the best. This chapter is shorter than normal, but its perfect... you'll see... ;-) Oh and please don't be mad at me..
Not Mine..
Chapter Ten
Hector took the empty chair across from Ranger's desk. And he waited. Hector knew he could out wait Ranger. Especially since he didn't want to have this conversation. He was dreading the hell out of this particular conversation. But Stephanie wanted him to tell Ranger and what Steph wanted, he would make sure she got it. So here he was.
His eyes met Ranger's and the stare down was on. Ranger's darker brown eyes didn't blink as they stared straight into Hector's lighter ones.
To a normal person, Ranger wasn't moving. To a normal person, he was a statue. But Hector saw what the others didn't. Ranger's jaw was ticking. His knuckles were turning white where his hands were gripping the arm rests. And while most people wouldn't see any emotion on Ranger' face, Hector saw it. But Hector wasn't most people. He could see the rage shining like a beacon from those dark depths. Hector could feel the anger that poured from every inch of Ranger's skin. So much so that he was sure he was going to choke on it.
Even still, Hector stayed quiet. Ranger was trying to control his breathing, but it was becoming a losing battle. After all, they both knew this conversation involved Stephanie and when it came to Steph, Ranger couldn't stand being in the dark.
"Is she okay?" He finally asked, breaking the silence just as Hector knew he would.
He wanted to gloat that he outlasted Ranger but for Steph he kept his mouth shut. This wasn't the time anyway.
"She's healing." He simply replied.
"From what?" Ranger asked through clenched teeth.
"I just want to be clear on this. I am only here and talking to you about this because Steph asked me to." He explained.
Ranger's left eyebrow went up in question but that was the only movement he made.
"And she does not want to see you at all." Hector continued.
Ranger's whole body went tight. "Are you going to stop me?" Ranger mused.
Hector sighed. "If I have to." Hector was hoping that once he told him, he would understand.
"What happened to Stephanie?" Ranger growled harshly, tired of waiting.
"Fuck!" Hector hissed sharply, running his fingers through his short hair. "There's no easy way…" Hector took a deep breath. "Steph was raped."
Ranger completely lost his blank face. In its place was indescribable rage.
"Who?"
"Benjamin Kelly."
"Breathing?" Ranger asked, his jaw tight and his lips barely moving.
Hector nodded. "He's out on bail and he's disappeared."
"Looking?"
"I've got several of my contacts from my past out looking for him."
Ranger took a deep breath. "Alive?"
"Oh fuck yeah, he has to be brought to me alive."
"RangeMan?"
Hector shook his head. "Steph doesn't want anyone else to know."
"Then why the fuck do you know?" Ranger bellowed before exploding out of his chair.
He tackled Hector, flipping the chair he was sitting in onto its back. Ranger got a lucky punch because Hector was caught off guard. Hector fought back, although he understood Ranger's rage, he wasn't going to be his surrogate punching bag. He landed several punches to Ranger's face and kidneys and Ranger got a few punches in as well. After struggling for a few minutes, Hector was finally able to push Ranger hard enough to dislodge him and push him back, far enough away he wasn't in punching distance anymore.
Ranger spat out blood and wiped his nose. "Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why you?" His eyes blazed with fury.
"Because I paid attention, Ranger. She was changing and it was fucking scary. So I spoke the fuck up."
"Changing?" Ranger questioned, honestly confused. "She wasn't." He denied.
Hector growled. "Pull your head from your ass or from Maya's ass, what the fuck ever. She was changing and no one was paying attention."
"That's bullshit. I would have noticed." Ranger argued, not wanting to believe it.
"She doesn't hang out with her friends anymore, with us at all. She's withdrawn. AND! She's lost weight, Ranger. She refuses to eat Pino's and donuts." Hector let out another curse. "She hasn't eaten a donut or Pino's in six months."
Ranger went deadly still. "What?"
Hector sighed. "She was raped six months ago, Ranger."
Hector wasn't even sure if Ranger was even breathing and then suddenly he was moving. Hector barely managed to snag a hold of Ranger's t-shirt, earning him a jab to the nose for the effort.
"Release me." Ranger ordered.
Hector ignored the blood coming out of his nose. "Not if you're going to Steph's."
Ranger pulled out his gun and aimed it at Hector's head. "I will fucking shoot you." Ranger warned with a growl.
"Then shoot me, Ranger because that is the only way you're getting to Stephanie."
Ranger took the safety off and gripped the gun tighter. Hector waited for him to pull the trigger. He didn't want to die, but he wasn't afraid of it. He done made his peace a long time ago.
"What the hell is going on?" A deep voice barked.
Ranger and Hector turned their attention towards the open door way where Tank – who asked the question – and the rest of RangeMan were watching them intently.
With all of RangeMan watching, Hector let Ranger go. Ranger tucked his gun back in his pants and stepped away from Hector and towards the stairway.
"She doesn't want to see you, Ranger." Hector softly stated, using his shirt to wipe the blood and ignoring the group at the same time.
"She's mine." He snarled in return.
Hector shook his head, resisting the urge to growl and rage at that small statement.
"You're married, Ranger. Stephanie isn't yours. She does not belong to you." Hector hissed.
Ranger whirled around faster than he could blink and was in Hector's face.
"So suddenly she yours?" Ranger growled.
Hector shook his head. "That's not your business, Ranger, but right now we're friends and she doesn't belong to anyone."
"I won't let her go." Ranger declared.
Hector sighed. "For now, you don't have a choice."
"She needs me." Ranger whispered, his eyes actually soft.
Hector closed his eyes and delivered the blow. "She doesn't want you."
