Jeff just stood there, completely horrified by what he had just heard. He took several deep breaths, hoping that this was some sort of horrible dream. But then he replayed the message again and realized that this wasn't a dream. This was for real. "No no no no," he groaned, sinking down to his hands and knees. It had been years since he had actually heard Raven's voice but as soon as that message had started to play, every word the older man spoke brought up loads of bad memories. All those things he had been repressing for so long…they were all rushing back at him all at once…

Jeff trembled in fear as Raven circled him menacingly. The two of them were alone in Raven's house, which was the last place he should have ever gone. He had been told over and over again that Raven was dangerous by numerous people. But when this all began, he hadn't actually cared about any of that. There had been something about Raven that had really spiked his curiosity and made it so he didn't give a damn about any of the warnings that he had been given. Of course, what he hadn't realized before was the fact that Raven had been manipulating him from the moment they had met, luring him into a false sense of security and not letting him realize what he was getting into until it was too late to escape. He was trapped in Raven's clutches and there was no escaping.

"So I saw you flirting with that little bitch Justin," Raven said. Even though his voice sounded calm, Jeff knew it was a trick. He knew that Raven was literally seconds away from exploding.

"I wasn't flirting," Jeff objected, even though he knew that it was no use. Raven wasn't going to believe him. Raven perceived things his own way and there was no changing his mind once he had it made up. "I--"

The blow came so hard and fast that when it landed on Jeff's cheek, he fell over to the floor. He cried out in pain before he could stop himself, which made him even more scared. Every cry of pain, every scream, every plea to stop--they all served to egg Raven on even more.

"You weren't flirting huh?" Raven said as he grabbed Jeff by the hair and pulled him back up to his knees. "Are you sure about that? Are you sure you weren't thinking about sucking AJ's cock and then letting him fuck you like the slut you are?"

Jeff tried to shake his head but couldn't really move his head that much because the grip Raven had on him was so tight. " I wasn't…I would never--" He cried out as his head was yanked back violently. "Raven please--"

"Please what?" Raven asked in a mocking voice. "Huh? What do you want me to do?" He twisted Jeff's hair even more, almost ripping it right out of his scalp. "Now listen to me Jeffery. You should know by now that you belong to me. If I want to pimp you out to someone else, then I damn well will. But if you fuck around on me behind my back, you have to be punished."

Jeff felt his heart drop down to his stomach. He had been punished by Raven before and it was not an experience that he wanted to repeat ever again. "No please I--" He was cut off by Raven grabbing him by the throat and--

"Jeff! Jeff!"

Jeff came out of the memory shaking like a leaf. He had gotten so lost in the flashback that he hadn't noticed that Glenn had come outside until just that moment. "Wh-what?" he said, his voice unable to get above a whisper.

Glenn was looking at him with real concern on his face. "That's what I should be asking you," he said. "What happened? You look like you just saw a ghost."

Jeff shook his head. "I have to make a call," he said under his breath. He slipped out of Glenn's grasp and started stumbling to the house. He attempted to dial the number that was showing on his screen (which he now realized was Trish's cell phone number) but his hands were shaking so bad that he almost dropped the phone.

"Okay, you need to just stop," Glenn said firmly. He grabbed a hold of Jeff and helped him get into the house. "Just take a deep breath and tell me what's going on."

"I can't," Jeff said in a shaky voice. He slipped out of Glenn's grip yet again and managed to run into the bathroom so he could have some privacy. He had never told anyone about the true nature of his relationship with Raven. He knew that Trish had suspected that really bad things had been going on, but he had never told a soul about any of it because he had been (and still was) afraid of the repercussions. It had been made clear to him on more than one occasion that if he spoke a word to anyone about it, whether it be on accident or on purpose, the price he would have to pay for doing so had never seemed worth it.

After taking a few deep breaths, he finally managed to get the numbers dialed. "Fuck fuck fuck," he muttered under his breath as he waited for someone to answer.

"Jeff?" Glenn said loudly as he pounded on the door. "What the hell is going on with you?"

"Leave me alone!" Jeff said, leaning back against the door and sinking down to the floor. "I'll be out in a minute."

While that did nothing to soothe Glenn, Jeff didn't have anymore time to worry about him. His call was finally answered and the voice he heard on the other end made him start to hyperventilate the moment he heard it. "Jeeefffreeeeyyy," Raven drawled out. "Jeffrey is that you? This better be you or I'm going to be very disappointed."

Jeff tried to gulp but discovered that he couldn't. The lump in his throat was way too large. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice so small and fearful that he didn't even recognize it.

Raven chuckled. "I want you silly. Why would this be about anything else?"

Jeff shook his head. "Raven please--"

"Oh yes, beg for me Jeff," Raven interrupted. "Beg--hey! Richards! Keep control of that retard!" There was a loud crash and the sound of two girls screaming and Trish yelling her head off. Jeff winced and began rocking back and forth. He didn't want to imagine what Raven could have done to Trish in order to get his number. Raven was the master of getting what he wanted, and he wasn't afraid to use violence if necessary.

"I'm surrounded by sluts and idiots," Raven said after whatever issue that had been going on at his end was resolved. "Now Jeff, you listen to me and you listen to me good because I'm only going to say this once. I'm going to give you two days to get to Los Angeles. If you're not here by then, then not only are Trish and her friends going to die, but I will hunt you down and I will get you myself. Do you understand me?"

"Y-yes," Jeff stammered out. His whole body was shaking at this point. He knew that Raven wasn't fucking around. The bastard was psychotic enough to do everything he was threatening to do.

"Good bitch," Raven said. He made a psychotically evil kissing sound. "See you soon love."

Jeff just let his phone slip out of his hand after Raven had hung up on him. It felt like his heart had turned to ice and dropped down to his stomach. He was faintly aware that Glenn was still pounding on the door, but he was so disconnected from it that it seemed like a dream. All he could think about was how fucked he was. If he went to Los Angeles, Raven would get him and he would get punished for running away from him. But if he stayed here, people would die and once Raven found a way to find him (which he would…he was an evil genius and they always found what they wanted), he would not only be punished for running away, but he would be punished for being disobedient. So really, no matter which way he looked at it, he was extremely and utterly fucked.

…

Stephanie sighed as she leaned back in her chair. There were times when she really hated her job and this was definitely one of those times. It felt like absolutely nothing could go right for her. Her department was no closer to finding out the identity of the Murder City Saints, which meant they were no closer to finding out who killed four of the cops in her own department. Then there was Regal and his men who were still running around, potentially looking to take the law into their own hands, which was the last thing she needed to happen. If the three of them went after the MCS, she had little doubt in her mind that the MCS would get the best of them. And if that happened, there was going to be a lot of trouble, because even though he was a total asshole, Regal was still an important member of the English government. If he wound up dead, there would be a shit load of trouble, which was something she had enough of already.

Her cell phone rang and she reached forward and grabbed it. "What?" she said, too tired and frustrated to be courteous to the person calling.

"Steph it's me," AJ said, not even fazed by the way she had answered his call.

Stephanie sighed. "Are you and Gail still trailing Regal?"

"Yeah. There's something interesting going on though. They're trying to act all normal and stuff, but we can tell they're keeping an eye on this house."

"What house?" Stephanie grabbed a pen and a notepad so she could write it down."

"3356 Baker Street."

"Can you see any obvious reason that they would be watching it?"

"Well…there's a dog there that looks an awful like Wolfie."

She frowned. "Who the hell is Wolfie?"

"Paul and Katie Lea's dog that hasn't been seen since the night they got killed."

Stephanie's eyes widened. Maybe this was just a coincidence, but then again, maybe it wasn't. "Keep an eye on the situation," she ordered. "I'll meet up with you soon, okay?"

"Okay."

She ended the call and scooted herself closer to her computer. Once she found out who exactly lived in that house, she needed to find a picture of Wolfie and then go over there and see for herself whether it could be the same dog or not.

…

"Would you stop eating your food like a fucking pig?" Mark said irritably. "You're being really fucking disgusting right now."

James just continued to shovel more and more food in his mouth. He didn't give a rat's ass whether he was grossing Mark out or not. If Mark hadn't wanted to be trapped in a car with him while he was eating, he shouldn't have gone through the Burger King drive-thru. So really, this was all his fault.

"I don't think he's going to listen to you," Tom said wisely. "In fact, I think he's probably planning your doom right now."

"What the hell makes you say that?" Mark asked.

"Remember you putting him and me together in bed while naked?"

Mark chuckled. "Oh yeah." Then he suddenly got nervous. "Hey uh…you're not really that mad about that, are you Lawson?"

James smirked. "That's for me to know and you to find out." He went to grab his Dr. Pepper so he could take a drink of it but stopped when he caught sight of something interesting. Randy Orton, someone he hadn't seen for a few years now, was chasing after Cooper, who seemed to be…off somehow. "Mark pull over," he ordered.

Mark, who was seeing this sight too, pulled over and got out of the car along with James. "What the hell is that boy doing?" he asked.

James shook his head. He didn't know but he really wanted to find out. "Cooper!" he yelled. "Cooper!"

Randy, who had just managed to grab Cooper by the back of the shirt, froze. His eyes got really big and he gulped. "Oh shit."

Cooper looked at James and just began to laugh. "Uh oh! Daddy's home!"

"What the---oh you have got to be kidding me," James said in disbelief as he quickly realized that Cooper was high. He thought they had kicked this shit a long time ago. "Cooper Benjamin Lawson! What the fuck did you do?"

"I didn't do nothing!" Cooper said defensively. "Who told you I did?" He looked at Randy. "It was you, wasn't it? You did it!"

Randy shook his head. "The only thing I've been doing is following you around and making sure you didn't get into trouble."

"And how's that worked out for you?" Tom asked as he came out to join the situation.

"It's been a pain in my ass," Randy replied.

"Yeah well, I'll take it from here," James said. He grabbed Cooper and dragged him over to the car.

"Hey!" Cooper protested. "Let me go! Damn it, I don't want to go with you!"

"I don't care," James snapped. He got Cooper into the backseat of the car and then got back there himself so he could keep his son from jumping out of there. Once he got Cooper sobered up, he was going to give his boy more hell than he had given him in a long time. And hopefully, the fucking message sticks this time.