A/N: Thank you all for being patient with the 2 parts of Chapter 9. I'm having a ton of fun writing this story but pretty sad at how the show has ended things. I don't think anyone likes Will being killed. Not looking forward to the week of sadness and Sonny coming back...tears.
There's some very MILD violence in this chapter. There won't be any real violence or sexual misgivings in this story...
This chapter bounces around a bit, but I'm setting it up for the rescue of the boys. The next chapter tells the story of the new character and how they came to the place they are now.
"That's not Jason," Sonny's wide eyes and realization confuse Will. He looks back from Sonny to the man, and then back to Sonny.
"Then who is it?" Will asks as he tries to slide closer to Sonny. The way that they have been tied up, Will can't really move in any direction. He starts to panic as he pulls drastically at his bindings.
He hears a manic laugh from the overhead intercom and looks around; really taking in his surroundings. They're in a large white room, there is a mirror, that Will assumes is two-way, he sees some metal hooks on the floor, and some padding on the walls. He deduces they're in some sort of home-made torture chamber.
"Jaxson is right, little man. I'm not Jason, I'm his twin and Sonny's current boyfriend," He begins.
Sonny shakes his head and interrupts, "You were NEVER my boyfriend."
The man smiles and comes forward, caressing Sonny's cheek. "Leave him alone you bastard." Will spits.
"Tsk, tsk, be careful Willy, I may have to punish you for speaking out of turn," he smiles a devilish smile and looks to Sonny. "Remember your place?"
"Please, don't hurt him!" Sonny screams, frantically trying to get out of his bindings to stop what he knows is destined to happen.
"Don't worry, babe, if he plays well this time, it won't happen again." He turns to Will with a sly smile, "Will it?"
The blinding pain hit as the unidentified man brought his fist down across Will's face. The second hit was so hard, Will felt himself losing consciousness. The last thing he heard was Sonny saying his name.
"Will and Sonny are both missing?" Roman questions, not really believing Sammy. He pulls out the chair and sits down, trying to figure out what he's being told.
The two sets of families meet at Sonny's coffee-house and nervously wait for the police to find the boys. Both mothers sitting anxiously, worried that something terrible has happened to their children. Justin was holding Adrienne close, while Sammy was waiting on E.J. to arrive.
"When was the last time that anyone saw them?" Roman patiently asked while pulling his seat closer to his daughter's side. He pats her hand once and places his hand back into his lap.
"The last time that I talked to Will, he was taking Sonny to his therapy session. That was over 6 hours ago," She tried to hold back the tears, but her worry for her son won. The tears began to flow freely from her eyes. She takes a deep breath and looks at her father.
"Ok, honey, legally, we can't do anything until 24 hours pass. Have you tried calling them?" Roman pulls out a small square from his pocket and hands Sammy the tissue for her tears.
She takes it with a forced smile, "It goes straight to voicemail. It's either turned off or the battery is dead. But I know daddy, I just know that something isn't right. I can feel it."
Roman nods, silently starting to worry over what he's being told. He's not positive that they're actually missing, but he's sure that his daughter is clearly worried.
"Sonny's rings, but no one answers," Adrienne supplies. Justin pulls her tighter to his chest.
"Ok, good. That's good. Maybe we can track the phone and get an idea of where they are or where they've been," Roman dials his phone. "Adrienne, can you write down Sonny's number?" He says, then turns his attention back to his phone. "Hope? It's me. Yeah, I need to you to run a number by your FBI guy, off the books." There's a pause, "Adrienne and Sammy seem to think the boys are missing... yeah, it's only been 6 hours...Sure the number is 999-555-4141... can you get a GPS or a call ping?... ok...ok... ok thanks," and hangs up. He turns around and sits back down beside his daughter and offers up a small smile.
"She's going to call her friend and get back to us. Hang in there ladies, we'll find them."
"Hello?" Victor says when he picks up the ringing phone. A scowl comes across his face as he's listening to his frantic daughter-in-law.
"What? I don't think that I heard you correctly." He says to the female caller on the other end. He stands up, his hands balling up in fists as he mentally lashes out at the thought of his nephew being kidnapped; kidnapped with Will Horton of all people.
"What do you mean Sonny is missing!?" He yells into the speaker of the phone. He can hear her cower in fear on the other end. He takes a calming voice, trying not to upset Adrienne any more than she already is.
"Get Reginald and get him now. I want them found, yesterday." He slams his phone shut. He turns around and heads out of the den and into the entryway.
"Sammy, that stupid bitch and her son, always causing trouble," he starts dialing his phone for a private investigator to work with Reginald, his trained bodyguard. "They will regret this."
"Now, now Jaxson, keep calm and we won't hurt your Willy," the man says as he caresses Sonny's cheek again.
"He's hurt," Sonny whines out. "You hit him so hard that he passed out."
The evil man smiles, "He's ok, Jaxson, he's just out cold. He should be waking up soon."
As if on cue, Will starts to stir, soft moans coming from his bruised lips.
"What happened?" Will awkwardly moans out as he tries to roll over. He realized that his movements are restricted and starts to panic; trying but failing to get out of the bindings.
"Tsk, tsk, Willy," the man says. "Stop fighting the ropes; we wouldn't want you to get hurt again." The man stands up from where he's crouched in front of Sonny and walks over to Will, "Now would we?" He asks as he squats down in front of the blonde hair blue eyed scared boy.
"Let me introduce myself. I'm Jefferson, Jason's twin brother, the love of Jaxson's life." The man stands up, "I would shake your hand, but..." he shrugs, "They're otherwise..."
Will grimaces, "As if I'd ever shake hands with the likes of you! Besides, I'm the love of SONNY's life! I'm his boyfriend; whom he LOVES!" He looks the other man square in the eyes. "If he loves you so much, why haven't we heard anything about you?"
Sonny whispers, "Because we thought that we killed him."
"Hello?" Roman picks of the offending electronic. He frowns as he listens to the caller explain the information that she has gathered.
"Uh huh, it was? Ok, thanks Hope," and ends the call.
"Hope's friend found a ping near the docks, and is trying to pick up the GPS signal, but it's being bounced around too much right now to get a good reading. We're not positive where they are, but we think they're at the docks." He looked over to the crying women. "I wish that I had better news, but right now, just sit tight."
Adrienne lets out a heart wrenching sob and Justin tries his best to whisper soothing thoughts into her ear. She nods a few times and wipes her eyes with a tissue Justin offered her. She buries her face in the crook of her husband's neck and prays.
E.J. comes in and rushes to Sammy, wrapping her up in a tight, comforting hug. "Has there been any news?" He pulls back slightly to look into her tired blue eyes.
"Not yet." She buries herself deep inside his chest. "My little boy is missing." She sobs. E.J. pulls her back into his strong chest and looks over to Roman. "What are you doing to find him?"
"Everything we can at the moment, son." Roman responds and leaves the coffee-house.
Victor's pacing in the entryway of his mansion, waiting for Reginald and Alexander to arrive. There is a threat to the Kiriakis clan and he's none too happy about it.
The doorbell rings, "Well, it's about damn time," he starts as he opens the door. He freezes in his steps as the person standing on the other side wasn't who he had expected. Instead, he's staring into the eyes of a man that he hasn't seen in years, and would have preferred to keep it that way.
"What's up old man? You look like you've seen a ghost." Rico says as he steps, uninvited, into the doorway.
"I will be if you don't tell me where my nephew is; and don't call me grandpa." He retorts as he walks closer to the younger man.
"All in good time GRANDPA. We need each other's help and I have a deal that you won't be able to refuse." He smirks and walks into the lounge. "Drink? Don't mind if I do." He says as he pours a glass of Brandy. "Grab one yourself grandpa, I have a story to tell you and it may take a while."
Victor grimaces and pours himself a cup of the amber liquid and takes a sip. He turns to the couch and sits down, preparing himself for the story, and a long day.