Ultimate Betrayal 3 chapter 25

"No Pepsi? I'm going to waste away without it." Jordan protested.

"Yes, we know. Trust us, if we had an IV line we could hook up to those veins of yours, we'd do it. But we don't, we won't, and you gotta deal. Too bad, so sad." Tempest tsk'd her teeth, looking sarcastically sympathetic.

"Ugh, you're in rare form today." Jordan grumbled, almost whining. Tempest held up her hand, using her thumb and third finger to make a pretend violin to pity her.

"Okay, you two. Don't make me put you in time out in a pile of leaves." Tiffany threatened jokingly but both Tempest and Jordan knew she was being serious.

"Okay, okay, we're focused." Tempest held up her hands, as if she could read Tiffany's mind. That was what made them such good business partners and best friends, they were always in tune to each other.

"Good. Let's go do this and get out of here." Tiffany nodded, taking the first step into the road. Tempest was just a half second behind her. She looked back to look for Jordan since she couldn't hear her limping now. She was still on the edge of the woods, looking like a deer caught in the headlights, ready to flee. "You okay?" Tiffany called from where she was at, getting a nod from Jordan. Jordan bent halfway down, putting her hands on her knees and taking a deep breath.

"What gives?" Tempest asked, knowing Jordan's white color wasn't good.

"I think it's just a panic attack. Stay here, I'll go get her." Tiffany sighed, hoping that was all it was. She wouldn't blame her if it was a panic attack. "What's wrong, Sweetie?" She asked, speaking quickly, not wanting to leave Tempest out in the open for long.

"I just had to catch my breath." Jordan took a deep breath, her knees getting that jelly feeling again. She was trying hard to shake it off.

"Come on, girl. We're gonna call the guys and it's all over then." Tiffany promised, putting an arm around her.

"What if she's in there?" Jordan asked, hating to sound like she was scared. It was easier to be scared around Tiffany than Tempest for her.

"Then she's going to regret it because Tempest is going to explode harder than a bomb ever would. And after Tempest gets her, she's mine. Damn me for being nice to the girl and promising she could have her first." Tiffany cursed, making Jordan smile and feel a bit better. Tiffany, inside her head, was scolding herself for letting her nerves be picked up on by Jordan. Once she got her strength back, she'd be back to normal she promised herself.

"Aight, let's go do this." Jordan sighed, convinced now that it would all be okay.



"You sound like a mini Tempest. I wonder how Tempest would feel about have a mini me?" Tiffany joked, walking with her arm around Jordan.

"Today would be nice." Tempest said, dancing around like a horse in a parade that was impatient and tired of waiting to be able to go.

"You're going to compare me to her? How dare you." Jordan whispered under her breath to Tiffany as they joined Tempest's side.

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm feeling a bit mean today, obviously." Tiffany laughed, getting a look from Tempest that mirrored 'what the hell you guys going on about today'. "Don't ask." She nodded. She took a deep breath as they opened the door. The store smelled of a mixture of gas and mustiness. It was a very simple store with metal racks. It was pretty small. The old man running it reminded Tiffany of the uncle from the Dukes of Hazards movie. He wore the overalls and all. He was leaning back on a small stool and watching a TV he had mounted in the corner of the store. She noted how ironic the newly flat screen TV was out of sync with the rest of the store's old décor and merchandise.

"Hello. Can I help you ladies?" He asked, sitting up.

"Nope, just came to pick up a few things." Tiffany smiled politely. Tempest was already pulling things off of the shelf in numbers.

"Do you have a bathroom?" Jordan asked, smiling sweetly at the guy.

"To the back and to the left." He nodded, his eyes going back to the TV.

"We have breaking news right now…" The newscaster could be heard saying.

"Do you have a phone I can use?" Tiffany asked, knowing she and her girls looked suspicious. Luckily the guy didn't seem to be at all interested in them.

"Um, yeah, here ya go." He said, handing her the phone, his eyes still glued to the television. His eyes got wide, making Tiffany look up at the screen. She saw their pictures up there and gasped. The guy made a dash for the end of the counter.

"Tempest! Get the door!" Tiffany yelled, guarding the end of the counter and the guy that stood there, looking like he was debating on whether to go for the door or not. He wavered, trying to fake her out. "I wouldn't, you heard the news. Armed and dangerous." She said, her voice a low growl. Tempest locked the door and walked over to Tiffany, patting her on the shoulder.

"I got this fool. Go make your call, Babe." She nodded, giving the guy a smile.

"You can take my money or anything just please don't hurt me." He said, sweat forming on his forehead as he held up his hands.

"Living is up to you. Do as we say and we'll have no problems." Tempest promised, her eyes locked on her target intensely. Her feet were planted firmly, her legs somewhat spread out in a Charlie's angel 

pose as she aimed the gun. "You alone here?" She asked, watching Tiffany and then looking out the window to make sure no cars were out there.

"Yes, I'm alone." He nodded, sounding breathless.

"You sure? Cause me and my gun don't care much for people that lie." Tempest cocked the trigger back for good measure to prove she wasn't playing.

"Yes, I'm sure." He nodded.

"Take a walk back here with me." She motioned to the back, letting him go in front of her.

"I will shoot you if you try anything." She warned. "I don't care if you live or die so you might want to think about that as you make this journey. I'd hate for your last trip to be in this store." She said, her lips held in a tight line.

"Shit, Tempest, these cameras go to an offsite monitoring place. They cut the phone off." Tiffany called, wanting to warn her that their time was limited at best before the security company called for the police.

"How far is the nearest police station?" Tempest asked, hitting the guy in the back with her gun.

"I don't know." The guy responded, picking up on Tempest's tone of voice. She was in that do or die mode and once she went there, most people with even below normal level intelligence could tell she was a danger.

"Where do you keep the rope old man?" Tempest asked, getting more and more annoyed with this guy.

"Over there." He motioned.

"Get him tied up and I'll get the stuff, we gotta jet." Tiffany called as she worked feverishly to get it all in the back pack and duffel bag they had taken from the house they had been held captive in. As Tempest turned to nod to her friend, Jordan came out of the bathroom. As if on cue, the guy grabbed her and held her from behind, putting his pocket knife to her throat.

"Lovely." Tempest muttered. Of course this couldn't have went off without a hitch. "Tiff, slight problem." She cleared her throat, staring back at the panicked guy.

"Just get out of my store and I'll let her go." The guy said.

"Funny thing, we want the same thing. It's just gonna take a minute for my friend to finish up over there." Tempest humored him, stalling him.

"I'll kill her." The guy threatened.

"Yeah, I believe you would." Tempest nodded with an exaggerated nod. Jordan seemed to be okay, Tempest assessed. She wasn't panic stricken and that was a good thing.



"Don't make me do it." The guy said, shaking the knife threateningly.

"Okay." Tempest said, her voice flat. Jordan's eyes were now fixed on Tempest's as though waiting for something.
"I will slice her up."The guy said, putting the edge of the knife to her throat and causing Jordan's neck to bleed a bit.

"I see that." Tempest nodded, looking annoyed. She examined her nails as though she was bored and yawned next, covering her mouth. She looked at Jordan and nodded.

"Oh sure. Just don't care. You don't care that he just cut me?" Jordan shrieked, looking really hurt at Tempest's actions. The guy's body was tense and he was on guard. She clearly had startled him by his expression.

"I do care too, ya damn baby." Tempest rolled her eyes. Tiffany looked over at Tempest and Jordan with concern. "It's cool. Just go on, I got it." She nodded to Tiffany under her voice.

"I'm not a baby!" Jordan wailed, stomping her foot lightly.

"Yes, you are. Always have been. You know what, old man? You can keep her." Tempest said, shrugging. The guy's baffled look made Tiffany grin as she continued to shop and stuff. This was almost too funny.

"What? Are you nuts?" Jordan howled, sounding like a rich and spoiled rich kid who wasn't getting her way.

"You heard me. You aren't deaf." Tempest countered, looking around as if she was bored out of her mind.

"I'm not a baby and I'm not your hostage either!" Jordan elbowed the guy and jumped out of his grasp, catching him off guard.

"Good job." Tempest smiled proudly.

"Thanks." Jordan grinned back, her smile big.

"Go help Tiff, k?" She asked as Jordan dusted off her hands, still smiling. Tempest turned to the guy, showing him the gun again. "It's a pretty gun, huh?" She asked, her voice light as she held it out and examined it. The guy didn't say anything. "That shit she did, that's my handi work. She did good, huh?" Tempest asked, looking at the guy.

"Temp, time to leave." Tiffany called out as she took out the money from the cash register carefully with a pair of gloves she had put on.

"Oh, you go on ahead. I'll be right there. I have some unfinished business." Tempest nodded, smiling at the guy.



"Don't be too long." Tiffany called as she opened the door. "And don't have too much fun." She laughed over her shoulder as she helped Jordan out. Jordan grabbed a few pepsis and followed her, stuffing them under her shirt and in her pockets.

"I hate people who try to change what is going to happen. You're not a fate maker." Tempest snarled, hitting the guy with the gun, knocking the knife out of his hands. She picked it up and put it in her pocket.

"I was only trying to protect myself."T he guy replied.

"I really hate people that talk back to." She said, hitting him again. He gasped for air. "Oh, and I really hate when people fuck with my fucking friends." She hit him harder now across the face with the barrel of the gun.

"I'm sorry." He said in a panicked tone.

"Sorry doesn't mean nothin to me." Tempest held the gun to his head, acting like she was going to hit him again. He winced, making her laugh. "Now, I'm going to let you live. I'm going to walk my happy ass right out of here and you'll never see me again, do you understand?" She asked, getting a nod. "Good, now be smart and don't make me have to kill you." She turned to walk out. He tackled her and knocked the gun out of her hand, and a struggle ensued.

"Another one bites the dust." Tiffany said after coming back in and pulling a pistol out of her shirt. She had only came back to get some more badages but had seen him and Tempest struggling. She fired more shots into the guy.

"Thanks. My hero. Came back to save me." Temepst said dryly, hungry, tired, and adjiated.

"Why I always gotta save you?" Tiffany joked, grabbing the gauze off of the shelf.

"Funny. How'd you get that gun?" She asked, wiping the sweat off of her brow as she leaned over to pick up Ice's gun.

"I took it from below the register a few mins ago." Tiffany said, hearing sirens. "Let's get the hell outta Dodge." She said, both girls taking off to run.

"Did you come back in to save me?" Tempest asked, not letting it go that she had to be saved.

"What? Omg, Temp, let it go and don't be so hard on yourself." Tiffany rolled her eyes.

"I'm not." Tempst said lightly. Truth be known, she was mad she had let him attack her. She shouldn't have been so cocky, she should have just done the job. Not that she minded Tiffany save her, but it was a dent in her ego even if she wouldn't admit it outloud.

"Bull fucking shit. You know you are." Tiffany laughed. "I just went through that a bit ago. Ice woulda been ashamed at my nerves before going in that store." Tiffany confessed as they walked in the woods at a fast pace.



"I can hear him rippin me a new one for getting all cocky and confident." Tempest laughed, kicking a rock. "He'd have called me weak for sure." She admitted.

"Oh, well. He hasn't been beaten the hell out of and starved and all his senses fucked with either so he wouldn't be one to talk, now would he?" Tiffany asked, making Tempest agree.

"On the dl?" She held out her hand, the two bumping fists.

"On the down low for sure." Tiffany nodded. "You sure you don't want us to start using Jordan's method and pinky promising?" She joked, getting a punch from Tempest.

"Um, no, that's for frilly little girly girls." She cackled.

"That frilly lil girly girl will kick your ass if she hears that." Tiffany warned.

"Where is she anyway? I trust that's where you are leading me to?" Tempest asked, raising a curious eyebrow. Sirens were getting closer to the girls now. The two girls exchanged glances, knowing they needed to be heading as far into the woods as they could now.