Paternal Bonds Shattered

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Chapter 34 (The Rescue)

"Ms. Rann, do you think there will be any further intrusions?" One of the two bodyguards asked as Amelia reclined in her seat. She had a feeling there would be others. She didn't know if it really would be the case, but something inside her told her to keep a good lookout just in case. "If not, then do you think it would be all right if Brick and I headed on home?"

"No, you two stay. I have a pretty good feeling Benson won't be the last we see of our wondrous visitors." Brick and Chuck looked to each other and shrugged. Tapping the armrest with one wrinkly old finger, she narrowed her eyes and gazed out the window. She could hear the sound of an oncoming vehicle. "Chuck, go let Scrappy, Butcher, and Boxer to the backyard. Brick, go grab your baseball bat and leave through the side door. I will give the signal…" The two looked at each other and shrugged as they went to follow her orders.

Amelia groaned as she pushed herself from her seat. She didn't know why she did the things Hector wanted, she simply got money from him, that was it. She didn't know what he did with his daughter, or the others with him, and she didn't care. Slowly, she walked to the window and peered through the shades, narrowing her eyes. Two women and one man exited the car. The two women went around back while the man moved to the front door. "Oh, a lawyer, I see. How wonderful…" The lawyer walked up to the door and knocked. She smiled cheerfully and opened the door. "Hello dearie, and how are you?"

"Hi ma'am, I'm Spencer Shay, and there's something that I need to talk to you about."

"Oh, I see." She peered over her shoulder and smirked as Chuck signaled from the back room, stating the women had entered in the back. "Just a moment." She let her signal out. "Scrappy! Butcher! Boxer! There's fresh meat outside!" Spencer's eyes widened as Chuck released the dogs.

"Shit! How did we not see that coming?" He reached for the gun at his hip, but was hit from behind. "Ah!" Amelia turned around to see Spencer land on the ground. She smirked and motioned Brick to drag Spencer inside. Three shots rang out and Amelia's eyes widened as her dogs yelped.

"No!" She turned around and hissed as she hurried towards the backdoor. Peering out from the window, she saw Della huffing, holding a smoking pistol in her hands. The dogs lay limp at her feet. Amelia's heart sank and she clenched her eyes shut, tearing up and clutching her chest. "Brick! Chuck! Knock those women out and throw them in the place with the others!"

"Yes ma'am!"

At the mansion, Valerie sat on her bed, wiping the tears from her eyes. She'd gotten into yet another fight with Jeremy, but fortunately Gibby was there before he managed to do anything. The look in that man's eyes was far too dangerous for her. Ten years and it still didn't make any sense to her, how come it was Jeremy that was worse than Hector? Why had she been trapped in all this? She looked to her watch and breathed out slowly, she should be able to contact Jonah safely right now. The men were all asleep. She had a pretty good feeling that it was all going to be over soon, that Freddie and Jonah would be coming for them. If that phone call was any indicator of things, then Jonah was for sure setting things up.

She clicked her radio and spoke into it once Jonah responded. "Jonah! When is the attack going to happen?" She lifted her eyes to her closed door and breathed out. "You know Hector's been changing bases, right? He's gone crazy with mistrust…"

"That makes it hard, yeah. I'm sorry you've had to wait so long, Val. I made a promise that I would get you out, and I intend to keep my promises." Valerie smiled and closed her eyes. That's what she loved about him, that fierce determination. "I've finally got a hold of Carly. You'll never guess who her lead bodyguard is…"

"Who?"

"Ms. Briggs." He seemed to pale and Valerie stifled a laugh. That was insane, at least she thought it was. Hell, the woman had to be pretty old by now. "Right now, we're just waiting for Freddie to contact us, to let us know when to begin our run." Valerie started to say something, but paused. She felt really bad and didn't want to have to be the one to say Freddie had been captured. Though, in order for both she and Sam to be rescued, Jonah needed to know all the details.

"Jonah. Freddie's been taken."

"What? He has? Shit…" Jonah shook his head and looked off in the distance. He could almost hear Carly in the distance. "Well, chances are he'll be in contact with us through these watches, then. Do you know anything about Hector right now?"

"No, I don't know where he's at…" Nobody did, he had simply left them to their own devices and gave explicit orders for them not to do anything, such as leaving. Jeremy took that as an opportunity to take control and give everyone else the orders. Gibby and Nevel both had to remain calm, even though inside, they wanted to tear off his head. "Sam's stuck in some room, probably wondering when her next meal is going to be…"

"Right." Thinking for a minute, he was pretty sure he knew Valerie well enough to know she was probably getting ready to crack. All these years, the pressure had to be working her over by now. "Valerie, just remember…don't do anything until we get there. We will find you guys somehow...if Hector's really not there, then that just enables Jeremy. Don't do a thing. Do you understand me?"

"I know, I know…" She looked to the side and frowned. She was getting too overly eager. Who knew how long it would be until they managed to find and save them? She knew he didn't want her to try and get Sam out on her own, and she wouldn't. She started to tear up and clenched her fist, pounding it once into her bed as fear started to surge through her. "I just…I want out of here! I don't know if I can take it any longer, I know Sam can't…just, please…"

"It's going to be okay, Valerie. We will come. I promise you, we will come for you two." Valerie closed her eyes and laid down on the bed, face down on the pillow. "Can you think of a way to describe the mansion you're in?"

"I think…" How had Hector described it? How had Gibby described it? She knew it was pretty big, and they seemed to confirm it. She recalled both of them saying something about it being the biggest mansion in America. She smiled proudly and rolled herself over on her bed. "Okay, get this. It is the biggest mansion in all of America!" Jonah raised his eyebrow and chuckled. It seemed a bit of an exaggeration, but knowing Hector, he could very well be in a mansion of that size.

"You're not exaggerating?"

"Not at all!" Just then, she heard Carly shout in the background and a door slamming open. Jonah winced as Carly and Ms. Briggs rushed in, having just talked to Freddie on their own radios. Carly was pissed, and eager to rescue Freddie and the others. "So, you guys are going to go get Freddie?"

Just then, Carly grabbed Jonah's wrist and spoke into the radio. "Sorry Valerie, we need Jonah. This is urgent! We will be finding you soon. Stay out of trouble!" Valerie felt saddened, but uplifted at the same time. She was feeling more and more confident.

"Okay. One more thing, who is looking after Rachel?" Jonah responded that Vanessa was looking after Rachel. This made her very happy. "Okay, well, hurry and…I love you, Jonah."

"I love you too."

"Come on Jonah! This is important! We're heading out tomorrow morning!" Carly then shut off his watch and Valerie flinched in surprise. She admired Carly's determination and praised the fact that in ten years, she still remembered Sam. She lowered her arms and closed her eyes, whispering a prayer for everybody. She lifted her eyes up and frowned, what would happen to Gibby and to Nevel? If they died, their girlfriends and their children would never know. Would they?

The next morning, Amelia and her bodyguards made their way to the kitchen and begun sharpening a few knives. They wanted to torture their hostages to the point they might die, but they would make sure to resuscitate them. She looked to her oven and breathed in the aroma coming from it. She was making a scrumptious pie. "Brick, Chuck, go guard the front." Chuck crossed his arms and frowned, there wasn't any risk of more intrusion, was there?

"But Ms. Rann, do you really think anyone else will come?" She lifted her hand, which held a really sharp looking butcher knife. The men stepped back as she smiled sweetly at them.

"If those women and that man came for Benson and his group, then there's always a chance of someone else coming. We can never be too careful." The men looked at each other and shrugged, she did have a point. Sighing, they turned and left the house, standing guard on either side of the front lawn. Brick looked over to Chuck and folded his arms over.

"So what do you think of this Hector guy? I mean, we've not seen him."

"All I know is he's had his daughter holed up for about ten years, and that's it. I don't care about the details…"

"Think he wants Benson dead?"

"If he perceives him a threat, then most likely." Brick shrugged and rolled his head in a circular motion. They honestly felt sick when it came to Hector and his lackeys. Who would do something so heinous? It wasn't their place to say anything, though.

Just as an awkward silence washed over them and boredom started gripping at their anxious souls, someone in a Santa outfit began approaching them. "Who is this joker?" The man did not look happy. It was Jonah and he was pissed that Carly was forcing him to, not only be a decoy, but to dress as Santa Claus. "Who…are you supposed to be?" Jonah pressed his tongue in his cheek and narrowed his eyes, speaking in a dry and flat tone of voice.

"Ho. Ho. Ho. I'm Santa freaking Claus, who the hell do you think I am?" Jonah tilted his head at Brick and frowned. "Who are you, lardass?" Brick's eyes widened and Chuck stifled a laugh. Brick growled and glared venomously at him, then back to Jonah.

"What did you just call me?"

"I called you a fat-ass and I'm calling your partner a pea-brain." Brick and Chuck dropped their jaws and glared angrily at Jonah, who then proceeded to turn around and smirk. "And you two can kiss my ass!" The men growled and clenched their fists, they were going to beat the shit out of this guy! Amelia watched through the window and sighed, only these two idiots would think to pursue someone obviously provoking them.

"Let's get him." Jonah laughed and ran off, the two men chased him. Amelia moved away from the curtains and rolled her eyes, she'd have to watch over the house herself. This was an obvious attack. "Come here asshole!"

"Move your asses! My grandfather can run faster than this!" Brick and Chuck growled as they reached into their jackets. They were not going to stand for this. Jonah laughed and grabbed a nearby tree with one hand, swirling around it. He reached his other hand in his jacket and pulled out a shotgun. The men watched with wide eyes as he narrowed his eyes and fired a shot into Brick's head.

"Brick!" Chuck fell to his knees as Brick collapsed on the ground before him. "No!" He clenched his hands in the grass and shouted out. "You fucking asshole!" Jonah threw off his robe and grabbed the second sawed off shotgun and smirked dangerously as Chuck turned to him.

"Next time, I suggest you not chase after the decoy."

"What?"

"This is for Freddie, for Valerie, and most of all, for Sam. Just so you know, Chuck. I made a promise ten years ago when Valerie's family came under fire…I would not rest until I saved the Williams family." He took a dangerous step forward as Chuck narrowed his eyes daringly. "Well there's one Williams left, and aside from my daughter, she means the most to me. Nobody's going to stand in my way. Not you, or a wrinkly old hag." Chuck's eyes widened as Jonah cocked the guns. Realizing he was in a losing situation and Amelia may need his help, he turned to run. Shots rang out and he grunted as his body lunged forward, then fell to his knees. Moaning, he swayed his body, trying to keep upright. Jonah walked towards him, kicked him to the ground, then shot him once more, killing him. "Sayonara."

Amelia lay on the floor, holding her side and glaring up at Carly and Ms. Briggs. She'd been tricked, she should have known someone might try to slide down her chimney. Hell, if Santa Claus wasn't an indicator of that, then nothing was. Carly smacked her hands together and smirked at the woman as Jonah came walking up to her. Amelia's eyes widened when she saw his guns smoking and a look of pure determination and malice in his eyes.

"They didn't see it coming." He killed them? No! Pain surged through her body as she struggled to move. God, if she could get up, but that old bitch shot her. She clenched her teeth angrily. Carly knelt down in front of her and narrowed her eyes.

"Now lady, if you don't help us out, I'm going to have my bodyguard shoot you again. You see, there's a difference between a stereotypical actress and a real actress, but the line is a bit hazy. I'm not a stereotypical actress, Ms. Rann. I'm not mean, and above all, I am most certainly not shallow." Amelia rolled her eyes and glanced to the side. She didn't care what Carly had to say and wished she'd just get on with the point. She heard a gun click and tensed up, not wanting to be shot again. She gazed at Ms. Briggs, trying not to appear afraid. Carly closed her eyes and slowly breathed out. "However, if you don't help us…I'm not above letting her shoot you again."

In the holding room inside the basement, Freddie sat with his father, his mother, Jake, Amy, and Spencer. They were growing a bit impatient and nervous, but Freddie was holding fast in his belief of Carly. She wouldn't fail, no, her desire to save Sam was just as great as his. "Where are they?" Jake asked as he paced the room. Della looked up at him and sighed.

"Stop pacing, you're making me nervous as hell."

"Well I'm already nervous as hell and I'd rather not die before we can get Sam away from that creep of a father." Amy sneered and Spencer closed his eyes, they all hated Hector with a burning passion. Freddie sighed and gently rested the back of his head on the wall.

"Would all of you guys calm down. The fact remains that those three aren't unconscious and in the room right now, which means they must be doing something right. Whatever they're doing, none of us did." Henry laughed and folded his arms over. He was a bit embarrassed that they'd all been captured, but he had to give that old woman credit where it was due. She was crafty as hell.

"Well, if anything, that woman may have met her match with Carly and Jonah, those two are tough as hell. You remember ten years ago, Valerie's family going through all that crap?" Freddie nodded and the others listened eagerly. "Jonah singlehandedly masterminded their rescue. If anything, he sure as hell isn't going down without a fight."

"That's right, and neither will I." Freddie smirked as explosions began ringing through the air. Everyone shouted and jumped up as the door opened. As the smoke cleared, Carly stood smirking at everyone. Jonah and Ms. Briggs were next to her, grinning. They were ready to take on the enemy.

He gave everyone a pep talk, which sounded to them more like orders than anything. He wanted to know who was with him through this battle and who was not. Each person there had his or her own reason for bringing down Hector and saving Sam and Valerie, so each person there acknowledged their allegiance. Hector was going down.

We're drawing ever near to the point where Freddie and Jonah bust down that mansion. Jeremy's death...hmm...You may actually feel sympathy at the end of his dying chapter. You'll see what I mean. Obviously it will be the same, but written from his perspective. Well that's chapter 36, next chapter Gibby beats the crap out of him :D