Chapter Twenty-Five
He now didn't have the luxury of selective memory loss. Everything came rushing back, but this time, he knew he would not forget. His mind had cleared and with that clarity, he now had to live with what he had done, beating a woman almost to death and murdering another one, but why had he murdered her, to that he had no answer.
He also knew that he was in big trouble, the "Ring" his boss had given him was gone, it had rested upon his right middle finger, but as he looked down once again, he knew without a doubt, it was missing. He wasn't sure when it had happened, but he now knew his life was forfeit.
Mateo wondered how long before the boss heard about his latest failure. He was given one simple task and had blown it. Elizabeth was suppose to get roughed up, his boss had given him strict instructions not to touch her face, but when she claimed her "Husband" would get him, he had to laugh. Mateo knew Jason Morgan was not "Yet" her husband, yes they were to be married soon, but no vows were said. It was the mention of Jason that had sent Mateo over the edge.
That monster Jason Morgan had murdered his brother, yet he walked free. What, all because Manny had done a few things that were a little questionable. The police were incompetent, they were useless. Jason should be rotting in a jail cell, pining for his beautiful fiancé and the brats. Instead, Manny lay six feet under, while Jason continued to draw breath.
He planned on rectifying the situation as soon as he could, but first he needed to let the Morgan family become complacent again and this time he would kill all who stood in his way.
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Service, Loyalty, Community, could it possibly be, Cruz wondered. Everything he had once believed seemed in peril of being torn down. He had become a cop to make sure the law was upheld, that people were safe to walk where they pleased. The world had changed and he wasn't sure if this was a world he truly wanted to be a part of any longer.
Was there a mole in the department, was someone trying to pin these heinous crimes on the P.C.P.D., it didn't make sense. There were to many possibilities to fathom. He wanted to talk to Jason, explain or discuss the ideas racing through his mind, get the other man's opinions on those ideas. But in actuality he didn't really know what the Enforcer could do.
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Lucky sat on the couch the same place he had been sitting when Sam had run out. "What a fool I am." Lucky thought to himself. He tried to convince himself that what he was feeling was nothing more than relief, but it seemed like there was regret and anger, confusion and longing.
He hadn't been in love with Sam, but he had grown accustomed to her being around, she was a warm body who helped stave of the coldness of being alone and the overwhelming desire to go back to drugs.
Lucky had contemplated calling his father, letting him know he had gotten married, but had dismissed the thought as soon as it appeared. Luke, even Lulu would be disappointed in his stupidity.
Now he understood it was probably a good thing he had held off, seeing as how another marriage was about to go downhill, even if it was nothing more than a farce. Or so he kept telling himself, that emptiness in his heart was not because of Sam, it couldn't be, it had to be about Elizabeth and Cameron, right?
For two days he didn't move from his position on the couch, he ignored the phone and everything else about him. In his self made seclusion he thought about everything that had happened in his life. He went over every detail, trying to see a pattern to his great mistakes.
Finally after he had thought about everything he could, he picked himself up off the couch, went to the bathroom and took a shower, there were things he needed to do and people to see, the time for contemplating life was over, it was time to live it.
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Elizabeth was finally allowed to go home. Cameron and Alan were going to remain with Monica and the Quartermaine's, at least for the time being, neither Jason or Liz wanted to traumatize the boys, for she was sure it would. Her bandages had come off and while the bruising had lightened somewhat, it wasn't enough not to cause Cam's concern, Alan was still a little young to understand, but not Cameron.
Jason arrived at the hospital that afternoon, ready to get back to life. Liz was also happy about being able to go home. She loved her co-workers and everything, but being a patient was not her cup of tea, seeing as how she couldn't handle not being in control.
Jason pulled into the garage, putting the car in park. Before Liz could even unbuckle her seatbelt Jason was opening her door. She never even got her right foot placed on the concrete before he swooped her up in to his arms.
"Jason, you can put me down, I am more than capable of walking on my own two feet, don't you remember, I did it at the hospital!" Liz said, even though secretly pleased to be in his arms, even if it was just to keep her from walking.
"I know you can, but can't a guy just prove how much he love's the woman he plans on marrying?" Jason questioned.
"Well, when you put it that way, how can a girl comp…" Liz began to say, but was interrupted.
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"Surprise!!!" The ensemble yelled.
Sonny, Jax, Carly, Emily, Nikolas, Monica and the rest of the Q's stood in their living room, a welcome home party for their good friend and soon to be daughter-in-law.
"Jason, was this your idea?" Liz asked, her heart slowly returning to its normal speed.
"Well, actually it was Carly's idea. She wanted to welcome you home right." Jason replied, a soft smile touching his lips.
Finally Jason placed Liz on her own feet, but not before capturing her lips in a chaste but passionate kiss.
"Do you know how much I love you, all of you?" Liz questioned, her heart suddenly feeling fuller than it had ever, even with the absence of her grandmother. Audrey was missing out on being a part of her grandchildren's life, so it was her loss, not Liz's.
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