Thank you so much, Amy (Stephfan6511) for your help on this story. You say you don't do much, but you make the chapters flow better! You have awesome suggestions as well.

Here is chapter 14... please, let me know what you think!

Stephanie woke up, found her arms tied behind her back, and tape over her mouth. Looking around, she could tell she was in the back of a van, but she had no idea who had her or where she was being taken. The only thought she had was she hoped her son was safe and unaware of what was happening.

Woody was her next thought. Would he realize she was missing and that someone had taken her or would he think she just walked away? No, he wouldn't think that; he knew how much she loved her son.

Feeling the van slow down, she prayed her time of being tied up was ending. The van stopped and she heard the door up front shut. She counted the seconds before the back door was ripped open and she was pulled out along with the big black bag next to the door. Looking up at the perpetrator, she saw a man she'd only run into a few times. She remembered he'd worked with Woody, but for the life of her, she couldn't remember his name at the moment.

Binkie reached out and jerked Stephanie from the van, "We're staying here for a few nights. My brother owns this place and no one will be here for a while." He reached out and unlocked the door, shoved Stephanie through, and locked it behind him. "Yeah, I see you're scared now, huh Bitch?"

Walking her to the bedroom, he looked around and noticed the windows were still boarded up. "This will work just fine. There is no one around for a good ten miles." Pushing her down onto the bed, he opened the black bag and pulled out a large thick chain with shackles on the ends. Placing one end around her right ankle, he then attached the other end to the metal handle bar on the floor.

"My brother use to keep his dog tied up in this room when people would visit. Trust me, if his dog couldn't break free from this, neither will you. This chain will allow you to get to the bathroom and that's it. I can't have you pissin' on the floor."

Undoing the rope from her hands, he allowed her to take the tape off her mouth. "Why are you doing this?" she asked. She fought hard to keep the tears away; thinking about surviving for her son was the only thing that helped.

"You thought you were better than us. Thought that some two bit stripper piece of ass was better than a military man. Bull shit. You're just like all the rest; show a little piece and take it away. Well, no more. You're mine now and I'll have you any time I want."

She could smell the alcohol on his breath with every word and began to worry. How would she be able to reach anyone and let them know where she was? Hell, she didn't even know where she was. Trying to think of how long they'd been on the road, she guessed it to be anywhere from seven hours or longer; depending on how long he kept her knocked out.

"Don't worry, I'm sure no one will be looking for you. That place goes through so many strippers, I'm sure they won't notice you missing." Binkie walked out of the room, shut, and locked the door behind him. Stephanie stood there and looked around. Nothing in the room looked enjoyable. The bed was small; a twin with old sheets and blankets on it. Dust covered every surface of the room and the floor looked like it hadn't been swept in some time.

Walking into the bathroom, she was happy to see there was at least some toilet paper on the counter. The shower was small, but enough that she could clean if she found herself alone in the house; there was no way she'd attempt a shower as long as her kidnapper was around.

"What the hell was his name?" she whispered to herself. "Bryan? Benson? No, some sort of name, wait, we use to call J.T.'s pacifiers binkies. That's it! His name is Binkie. Who the fuck names their kid that?"

Stephanie walked back to the bedroom and sat on the chair. She looked at the contraption on her ankle trying to find a way to take it off, but she couldn't see a way for it to happen. These were professional shackles; where the hell did he get these from?

The longer she sat there, the more she noticed her eyes becoming heavy. She really didn't want to lie down and sleep, but she had no other choice. Walking to the bed, she pulled the blanket back and prayed the sheets were clean. Lying in the bed, she thought of her son and fell asleep.

WS~WS~WS

Back in Miami Woody was tearing his hair out. He wanted to be out searching for Stephanie, but knew he needed to stay with J.T. until Lula got there to sit with him.

Tank walked in the conference room and looked at Rider, Ranger, and Woody. "Where did the tape come from that we saw earlier?"

Rider looked at Tank and swallowed before answering, "It was from the cigarette shoppe next door. We pulled the tapes from The Play House, but they were set to mostly grab the sidewalk and door."

"I'll have that fixed in an hour," Tank said as he reached for his phone.

Looking at Ranger, Woody asked, "What all do we know about him?"

Ranger pushed the file across the table, "Brian Bachinski, 21, raised by his mother, father was in and out of the picture, one half-brother five months older."

"Known locations of family?" Woody asked as he saw J.T. coming down the hall.

"Mother is deceased, brother has a small home hidden near Withlacoochee State Forest about six hours from here," Rider relayed.

The door opened and J.T. ran to Woody, "Worm Man, me thee momma?"

Woody placed J.T. on his lap and hugged him tight, "I'm trying buddy. How was breakfast?"

"Nummy. Me eated fawfles, eggs, and berries. Me bringeded you thome." J.T. said as he reached in his pocket and pulled out a squished strawberry, "See?"

Rider, Ranger, and Woody tried to stifle their laugh. Woody knew it meant a lot to J.T., so he accepted the squished strawberry and popped it in his mouth, "Mmm, that tastes like it had sugar on it."

"Yep. Those are the bestest."

"What are the bestest?" they heard coming from the doorway. When the men looked up, they saw Tank standing there with a large black woman dressed in bright orange spandex.

J.T. jumped off Woody's lap and screamed, "Wuwa."

Tank and Woody laughed as the large woman engulfed the little boy, "I'm Lula, his babysitter and mommas best friend. Tankie filled me in on what's going on. Where can I take J Man for some fun?"

Ranger stood up and shook Lula's hand, "I'm Ranger. If you want, you can take him up to my apartment on the top floor. There's not much in the way of toys, but there is a television if you want."

"I brought his coloring books, crayons, and favorite things. They were in his bag," Woody told Lula.

"Me bag in the kitchen," J.T. told Lula as he pulled back from her. "Wets go."

After Ranger had Zip show Lula to Maria's apartment, he turned to the men in the room. "I say our best bet right now is staking out the brothers house near the forest. I don't want to drive the distance, it will waste too much time. Rider, get on the horn to Jameson, get the jet ready now."

Rider nodded and left the room. Tank looked at Ranger, daring him to say something when he announced, "I'm going with."

Ranger looked at Woody and then Tank, "Understood. Woody, you too?" Woody nodded and stood. "Let's get loaded up. Tank, you ever work a gun?"

"Not in a long time, but yeah. I'm good with my hands, too."

"Follow me and we'll get you suited up. Not sure if I have Kevlar to fit, but we'll see what we have."

The men all piled into the SUVs and headed to the airport. Ranger, Woody, and Tank rode together while Rider, Lester, and Bobby followed. On the way, Tank asked, "How are we getting past security with all the weapons?"

"No security," Ranger responded. "We'll be using my company jet. We'll up to the hangar and load up."

Once they reached the airport, everyone hopped on the plane and took a seat as Jameson took the plane off the ground. In just over an hour, they'd be arriving at their destination.

On the way, Woody asked the one question that had been on his mind, "When did Binkie get out?"

"Seems he checked himself out two days ago. When I called the clinic, they said that he never participated in the group sessions and just signed out the other day and never gave a reason," Ranger informed them. "When we find him, he will be dealt with by us; no other agencies involved. He's hurt one of our own and I won't put up with that."

WS~WS~WS~

Stephanie woke up to the bed dipping down. Remembering she wasn't at home, her eyes flew open and she stared at Binkie.

"Bout time you woke up," he leered. As he reached out to brush her hair off her forehead, she slapped his hand away. "Now, don't be that way. I'm just trying to help you."

"If you want to help me, let me go back home," she whispered.

"There's no one for you at home. Woody doesn't really love you, he's just with you for a piece of ass."

"I have family that will be looking for me if they aren't already," she said. She wasn't ready to let him know about her son for fear of Binkie going after J.T.

"I doubt you have any family there other than the big goon that stands at the door. Hell, even he doesn't look all that bright."

"He's smarter than you," she replied.

Binkie stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt. When he removed the shirt, Stephanie saw the tattoo on his right bicep, "Nice skull," she retorted.

"Shut up, Bitch," Binkie said as he raised his hand to backslap her. Hearing the front door shut, Binkie jumped and ran to the living room. Stephanie heard two voices and wondered who the other one belonged to, but she didn't have to wait long as both people appeared in her vision.

Looking up, she saw Binkie approaching her again; only this time he was coming from the bottom of the bed and his pants were undone. Feeling a familiar fear race through her, she waited until he was positioned just right before bringing her knee up into his groin hard and forceful. Hearing him moan and groan brought her a small sliver of satisfaction but that was quickly doused when she heard the next comment.

"Now, now… is that any way to treat the man that is taking care of you?"

"He's not taking care of me," she yelled at the man whom she assumed was Binkies brother, "He fucking kidnapped me."

The man took a closer look at Stephanie and began slowly smiling. As he climbed up on the bed next to her face, he leaned down close and whispered, "How are you…. Cupcake?"

Now, who guess that? LOL... leave me a review and I'll be back next Wednesday!