And on we go, Enjoy, M

VACATION

By M

Chapter 36

The flight was into its 3rd hour, CJ had stopped throwing up an hour ago only because he had finally passed out. Vance had enjoyed every moment of his agony, with his only regret being that he wasn't able to inflict more, he sat now watching Boscorelli, trying to figure out if this guy was for real or not, now that CJ was out of it, Bosco was now his main interest. Boscorelli had been really upset when CJ had gotten sick again, kept asking him what was wrong, CJ kept trying to reassure him that he would be aright. At one point Vance had been playing with CJ asking him if he would like something to eat, offered to get him a plate of slimy oysters making gross noises to accompany the offer, which had gone over real well, setting off another round of dry heaves, Vance laughing like a madman as he doubled over in pain.

"Leave him alone! You're mean!" Maurice yelled across the table glaring at Vance.

CJ put his hand on his arm, "No, Maurice, don't" he gasped trying to control his vomiting and keep him from getting killed right there.

Vance jumped up to reach across and slap Maurice across the head, "OWWW! That hurts!" he cried out.

"Keep your mouth shut! Talk to me like that again and I'll throw your 'daddy' here off the damn plane!" Vance snarled at him, Maurice stared at him terrified and then much to Vances amusement started crying again, but it shut him up. CJ tried to tell him that they couldn't do that because opening the door would kill Vance too, but Vance could tell he didn't believe that, 'Shit this is better than an in flight movie!', thought Vance, laughing outloud.

Then CJ had passed out and Maurice, as CJ called him, had actually panicked, he kept pushing his shoulder and trying to wake him up. Finally, when it was obvious that wasn't going to happen he had sunk down in his seat and played with the buttons on his shirt, talking quietly to himself. Vance had tried to get to him by taunting him with what he would do to CJ when they got to New York; that had provided some entertainment at first, but after awhile he stopped responding and Vance had grown tired of it all and left him alone.

Vance studied him now searching for any cracks in his act, but if he was acting he couldn't tell, 'hell if he IS acting he deserves an 'Oscar' for this shit,' Vance mused as he studied him now. Now though he was quiet, wouldn't even look at Vance or his men, then Vance shook his head laughing as he turned sideways in his seat to pull his knees up, curled into himself and fell sound asleep.

Looking over at 'goon 1 & 2' as CJ had duped them; outloud at one point which Vance had laughed over, he said 'sweetly,' "Aww look, Dad and Son napping together, how cute!" Causing them to laugh again.

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When they landed, Vances men had to carry CJ off the plane and to a waiting car, it wasn't hard to get 'Maurice' to follow, as he'd woken up when the goons were moving CJ. Although Vance; much to his aggravation; had to unbuckle his seatbelt because CJ had told him 'not' to take it off for 'anything', he did follow without argument when Vance told him to. When they reached the car, "Are we home? Are you taking CeeJay to the Doctor?" Maurice asked Vance as he got into the car.

Vance exchanged looks with 'goon #1', "No we're not 'home' and no, no Doctor." he answered rolling his eyes, "Get in and shut up."

"But you said we were going to..." Maurice started.

"I S.A.I.D SHUT UP! DO YOU WANT ME TO HIT YOU AGAIN?" Vance shouted, leaning towards him, he was tired of this shit now and this damn 'trip' had only just begun actually, he didn't know if he could take two more days of this without killing this crazy bastard.

They hadn't flown to New York, they were taking a round-a-bout way in, right now they were in Colorado, Maurice shook his head rapidly flinching back from Vance, "Then keep your mouth shut unless I tell you to speak. IS THAT CLEAR?" he said shouting the last at him, Maurice nodded his head quickly then tried to make himself as small a target as possible in the seat.

"Giving me a damn headache with all this stupidity." Vance commented to 'goon #2 who was shaking his head slowly as he watched Maurice.

"Think he's for real?' he asked Vance.

"You know what? I don't even care anymore. Just keep him quiet while I take a nap," then he settled into his seat and put his head back to rest.

They were over-nighting at an 'associate' of Vances who had a place in the mountains and would they would leave again in the morning. Only Vance knew where they would end up next and he wasn't sharing that with the pilot until take off.

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Later that night:

"Hey Vance check it out." Goon # 1 said as he turned on the TV in the living room of the cabin.

"Check what out?" Vance replied, "I'm not really in the mood for TV right now."

"You will be when you see this!" Goon #1 laughed as he put the news on.

"Damn would you look at that!" Vance said sitting up straighter.

On the national news was a report of a small plane crash outside of New Orleans. It was being reported as not having a flight plan and running under radar. Search craft in the area were reporting a fire, with on ground search and rescue teams on the way to the scene.

"Didn't think they would find it so fast!" he exclaimed, "This is better than I expected, now we won't have to worry about Queen Laurel and her Knight Jake looking for their precious little Prince! They'll be burying him instead," they high-fived each other laughing, "Oh yeah, aright, this ought to bring that Bitch Richards back home now too!" he crowed, "Man this day just gets better and better!"

Goon #2 asked, "You think they're gonna be fooled by the ID's and stuff? What about dental id? Don't they do that anyway?"

Vance grinned, "Don't worry about that, we took care of it. Beat those bastards so bad they didn't have many teeth left," then he and goon #1 laughed again, "and as for 'my' corpse, well I don't have any dental work, blessed with perfect teeth, so I just found someone else who did too an who fit my 'description' for the most part, hell with the fire that plane had, they'll be lucky if they get that much anyway!" he was really enjoying himself now, "But we made sure that the 'boys' here were in a special 'spot' so that the fire wouldn't destroy their 'effects'. Pays to have friends in the fire department teach you all that shit!'

"What about the pilot? How'd you get him to..." Goon #2 asked as he put more popcorn into his face.

Vance grinned like a Cheshire cat, "Well lets just say, what he didn't know, HURT HIM!" then he high-fived Goon #1 again and said, "Hey I'm hungry, why don't you to go cook us up something?"

"Sure Vance, wha cha in the mood for?" Goon #2 asked.

"Oh I don't know," he said smiling, "how about some Barbecue?"

"OK VANCE that's just ILL!" Goon #1 laughed with a grimace on his face.

"Yeah it is isn't it?" Vance laughed with him as he leaned back against the couch and tossed a few kernels of the popcorn into his mouth.