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Chapter Nine
"You know girly, once the boss gets his hand on Morgan, life is going to be good. Port Charles will finally ascend and takes its place among the great cities in the mob world."
"Whatever you say Angelo, since we all know your word is law."
"The other men may have qualms about hitting you or any woman, but I like the sight of my mark on your snowy white skin. I look forward to putting more marks on you, branding you as my property."
"Do, say, whatever you want. We both know that when the time comes, you won't have the balls to lay a finger on me or have you already forgotten the sting of the blade separating your finger from your hand."
"You sure are an uppity bitch, ain't ya?"
"Not uppity at all, I simply know when a man deserves my respect and when they don't. You and the men that are loyal to you, had to force your way in, you didn't garner respect or show mercy when it was warranted. You still think you can take something by the size of your gun or the sharpness of your blade but in the end, you too will fall, because you forget that the greatest weakness of a man or any being for that matter is his ego."
She had been expecting a blow but his speed didn't give her enough warning, to dodge it. She was about to lash out and hopefully strike her own blow, but Marco breezed out of the log cabin and to her side.
"Wrong move Angelo. You should have kept your hands to yourself."
The sound of popping was loud but unmistakable. The deadened stare of Angelo, should have terrified her but actually did the exact opposite and calmed her.
Jason hadn't mentioned what she should do or say, if she found herself alone with someone he believed they could trust, so for the time being, she was going to go with no one was trustworthy.
She also didn't want to tip anyone off, if she happened to be bugged.
"Max, I can't believe you would betray Jason and Sonny like this. Does your father know what you are doing?"
"Shut up, you don't know anything." Max retorted.
Elizabeth was about to respond when she saw Marco coming back.
Her worry over Jason was beginning to become a living and breathing thing. Her stomach rolled with the gentle motion of the car, it could be morning sickness but it could also be that worm of fear.
"Liz, would you please calm down? You are driving me insane over here."
"You…What the fuck…seriously, you want me to calm down?" Well, her worry was taking a backseat now; she was completely and utterly pissed.
"Fuck you Marco. Pull over, I can't handle being in this vehicle with either of you for another moment."
"You aren't dictating this little trip, so cool your tits."
Well, that answered that question. Obviously someone was listening in on them.
Going another direction Elizabeth asked demurely, "I need to use the bathroom, can we please stop?"
When Marco's head whipped in her direction, she figured she'd thrown him.
"We will be stopping soon for the night, and then…you can use the facilities."
"Whatever."
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They drove for nearly two hours before they pulled off on to a dirt road. The house, little more than a shack, that they hauled him into, left Jason feeling in serious need of a shower, but doubt they'd be so accommodating.
After blathering on about some code and how a new power was going to rise, they took to beating him.
Jason felt the blow before he even saw it, of course, that could be because he couldn't see out of his left eye, it was swollen too much from too many hits. His right eye was squinted half shut, to prevent the dripping blood from entering it.
All in all, he was a mess.
In all honesty, he was beginning to feel like the underdog in a cock fight.
Deciding to take a page out of his girl's book, Jason said, "If you keep beating on me like a hooker who owes you money, what will be left for your boss? Is he just coming to see my corpse or does he actually intend to speak to me?"
When the blows halted but the silence extended, Jason knew he was right, this wasn't only about his potential death, it was about something else too.
"How long do I have to wait for the mastermind to show up?"
"Your sarcasm shows how stupid you are. You can call our boss whatever you want, but the fact remains, you've been taken down, you and that whore you dally with, will see death before the week is out."
"Aww, am I supposed to quake in fear, scream and shout about the injustices? Shall I get emotional because you called Elizabeth a whore?"
"We know you Jason and we know you don't like…certain things."
"You know nothing but the truth remains, sticks and stones. You can say what you want and obviously, you can do what you want, since you've got me at an impasse, being tied up and all. I may be down now, but…"
Hearing a vehicle entering the yard on the hard packed gravel, Jason turned towards the door, waiting for 'someone's' entrance.
Before the vehicles door opened, Jason felt a blindfold being lowered over his eyes.
No sooner was he deprived of sight than he heard the telltale sound of automatic gunfire. As he followed the path of the shots, Jason's breath hitched when the double pop of a handgun sounded inside the room he resided.
"Mr. Morgan…it is a pleasure to finally meet you."
Suddenly the bright light of day was flooding back to him. Jason's eyebrow twitched when he saw the man standing in front of him.
"I…"
"Yes, I suppose you have questions but perhaps now isn't the time."
"You expect me to believe anything you have to say? You came into my territory, you…"
"Mr. Morgan, you misunderstand. Sadly, this is neither the time nor the place to get into this. I know this is going to sound odd, but I need you to trust that I don't mean you harm."
"Do I look like I was born yesterday?"
"Since September is months away, no, you weren't born yesterday. I hate to be so cliché but, come with me if you want to live."
Jason was about to make a snide remark, but when his bonds were cut and he had free movement again, he decided the best course of action was to bite his tongue, for a moment.
"Is this where I take your hand and you lead me down the road, possibly to grandmother's house, with her big, sharp teeth or perhaps, I take your hand and you lead me to a house built of sweets?"
"I should hope you don't want to hold my hand, what would your wife say about that?"
That made Jason's thoughts grind to an immediate halt. "Excuse me, what…what did you say? I'm not married."
'Sure Jason, maybe you can deliver that line again and with a little more conviction.' His mind taunted him.
"Can we please dispense with the lies, they are not becoming and only lower my esteem of you and really, it is pretty low as it is."
"What does that mean exactly?"
"I hate to reiterate myself but can we get the hell out of here? You know, before the 'boogeyman' shows up."
Rolling his eyes, Jason gave himself a moment to assess, assess and catalogue his injuries, assess the complete stupidity of even contemplating going along with this man and assessing whether or not he could get away from both of his adversaries without becoming aerated from numerous bullets.
"If this is some sort of scam, I will, with my dying breath, kill you."
"Yes, yes, you are an alpha and trying to show your dominance, however, it might be a little more believable if you hadn't been restrained and look like you were just fed through a meat grinder."
"Now who's wasting time?"
"Does that mean the great 'enforcer' has admitted to being reluctant to trusting me?"
"I'm glad you are finding this so amusing, but you haven't given me a reason why I should trust you. You could be the 'bad guy' I've been searching for. Tell me why I should trust anything you say, since it is obvious, you've been telling some convoluted lies."
"The reason you should trust me or at the very least, follow me is simple, but I am not certain you are…ready for this kind of truth."
"Why don't you let me be the judge of whether or not I can handle something? Just give it to me straight, give me this 'amazing' truth, which you think should grant you my trust."
"Why Jason, we're family."
"Say what the fuck?"
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