Bart hung up the phone. His PI informed him that Blair Waldorf was at the hospital. How the hell the girl knew where to find them?
Well, it was done, and he was in fact happy about it. That way Lily was not going to be alone. And Charles, was really in love with that little feisty thing.
He never thought about much of Chuck and his relationship with the brunette. He saw it was a positive change in his son´s behaviour and was glad he found her.
He sighed. Lily must be furious with him. Which was fair enough.
He looked at his clock. He was going to be at San Francisco in just one more hour.
Justin…Justine like he has always called him, using the French variation of the name (he could still remember, Joanne, Justin´s mom, calling them for dinner, with her French thick accent) has been spot at San Francisco, a couple of hours ago.
He was going to bring that bitch down. He was going to to take his bloody still beating heart in his hands, and was going to burn it down, to make sure he did not come back again..
And then he will run back towards his boy.
But first things first.
He closed his eyes for a moment and remember when he found Charles, almost dead, two weeks ago.
Bart knew he will find his boy here. He knew the moment that he found out through his PI that Justine was alive…and was spotted on NY.
This place, was their favorite when they were young. It was a dumpster with a lot of places to hide, big storage boxes where young poor boys could find amazing things to play with, discarded toys, clothes and furniture. There used to a small hut where the guy who administer the place lived. He had bought the place and burnt it down after Evelyn´s death, but the storage boxes where still there.
And in one of them, number 12, Justine was predictable and of course it was 12, his favorite "luck" number .And also the day of the accident. December 12, 1986.
There he found his boy, with a rope around his neck standing on the border of an chair, naked, almost blue and with his eyes closed , tears on his face. He was unconscious, his body limp. There were bruises marring the usually perfect white skin, some fresh, others look older and painfully infected.
And next to the chair, Justine was smiling at him.
"Hi Bart, long time no see. I was wondering if you where going to remember our little playground. And you also remember I like number twelve. Such a good memory, for someone so important..."
Bart pull out a gun. He pointed it to Justin.
"Oh, a gun?" Justine smile grew wider." Mmm, that will not be very wise. You see…" He put his foot on the chair. "It will only take a little push and Charly... by the way he is all grown up now, will break his pretty neck. Really pretty neck I must say. It is a sensitive spot, just like Eve.."
"SHUT UP…don't dare to say her name"
"Mmm ok. Now let's see Bart, did you bring my money? I hope you did. Because even if you know what all this is about, also this is a business. I have partners, people who I ought to pay for their valuable help in getting your little boy."
Bart nodded. He brought the money cause he know just how Justine works. If he had shown with nothing, he was going to get violent. !5 years ago, he made that mistake.
"Twelve million dollars" Bart point to a suitcase. Justine nod and smiled. Bart study him for a second. Justin look the same as always. He look more mature, but conserve his youthful look. Carefree and beautiful. And he was. One day at Florence, when he saw the David with Evelyn, she had told him that Justine could have been a model for Michaelangelo because he was a beautiful creature. He had agreed. Now he look at him and found that he had the same amazing and expressive green eyes and the blond ash hair, short and stylish. He was still beautiful, but his eyes hold so much hatred and so much crazyness that if he was not Bart Bass he will have been running away for his life. Justine´s clothes were expensive and with taste and he was wearing a scarf he knew to well. His eyes linger there for a moment. Justin had this big smile, that people found charming.. Bart also had agreed on that. Now, he hate that fucking smile. He will do anything to wipe it from his face.
Justin noticed Bart staring at the red scarf.
"Oh you recognize this? It was Evelyn´s. I brought it as gift for Charles, he seems to collect them as well. I thought we could be good friends! I told him if he behave he could have it. But…ah..he is a lot like you, even if he looks like her. Stubborn. He does not want to hear any reasons…keep referring me as a son of a bitch. But don´t worry…" he smiled, never stop smiling. " I have teach him some manners. You will thank me later."
Bart did not look at his son.
"Why? Why are you back?"
"Oh Bart come on man. I came to say hello to you. And also to be sincere I was a little short of money. And it has been…how long? 15 years since I last see you. I was curious how Charly…Charles now,was doing. And…I read a little article written by a brat form Brooklyn…a friend of mine send it to me…it was never publish.,. but ah…it make me remember…."
His face changed. His eyes got colder and his voice turn into venom.
"That it is your fault they are dead"
"It was an accident"
"No it wasn´t."
"I did not know they were in there. I have already…"
"Shhh…don´t try to explain." Justin hushed him down. He smiled again and suddenly Chuck gasp as he started trembling more violently.
"Mmm…seems like the drug is kicking in"
"What did you gave him?"
"Ah nothing your kid hasn´t test before. I only think I mixed them wrong. After all has been a long time I don´t do drugs. But seems pretty harsh mmm?"
Chuck start convulsing, the chair trembling behind his feet, his neck getting hurt by the rope around it. Justin grab the chair to keep steady.
Bart panicked.
"The money?"
"Here" He threw the bag to him.
"Police?"
"Did not call it. Just some of my men outside"
"Good, Bass. Order them to back off" He got his cellphone and just did that.
The tremors end. Chuck was still.
"Charles…"
Bart try to get near him, Justin point a gun to him.
"Shh relax…I bet he is alive. This is the third time he trembled like that. He is stronger than his mommy. Now be a good boy, and throw the gun to me. I will check he is alive "
He did as we was told. Justin pointing the gun at him and having his feet near the chair, meant no playing heroe. He just needed to take Chuck out of there…
"Good…now…lets see is he is alive"
Justin used the chair to get to the same level as Chuck´s head. Bart trembled. Justin took his son´s face and kiss him on the lips. Chuck moaned and trembled under his touch. Justin smiled. "Oh he is alive…I can feel his breath"
He then lean over and whisper in Chuck´s ear.
"Goodbye gorgeous…I promise your uncle Justin will come and visit you soon…"
"GET AWAY FROM HIM" Bart used all his control not to throw himself at the man. But he still was near Charles.
"Sure sure…no need to shout. You know what? You will thank me later. I think Charles is my best job. He was so hard... to break. But last night he was begging for me to kill him..."
"You are lying.."
"No, Bart, I don´t lie. I kill and kidnap little Bass boys and will make you regret the day you were born, but I don´t lie" he explained calmly. His smile never ever leaving his face. "And...why would I lie, if I know the truth hurts more than anything? Do you think he will do the same thing Evelyn did? Kill himself? " He put the barrel of the gun to Chuck´s temple.
"Please..." Bart whispered. He wished this was not happening. If he could, he will give everything he has, to stop this from wife, his kid, his best friend....all destroyed and broken thanks to his actions.
Justine went down from the chair and walk towards the door.
"I am bored of this. Now step in front of your boy…good…" Bart was directly in front of the chair and Justin was near the door, smiling and still pointing at him with his gun,
"Well It was good to see you Bart. Thanks for the money. I will see you around"
Bart sigh in relieved when it appear the man was leaving.
Justin was about to step outside when he stopped and his smile vanished. He look at Chuck and then to Bart, and the bright smile came back again. His voice was a whisper.
"You know…Gerard will be his age if he was alive"
And before Bart could react, the bastard shoot.
Chuck´s eyes opened and a scream filled the air as the bullet went through him.