1 Love Is Patient, Kind and Above All True
1.1 Chapter Twenty Seven
Rosco had a plan. And that plan was going to work. It would work out this time.
He had been known as The Enforcer, to Sorel's enemies and friends. Now he had changed his image. He was no longer the lackey, but the leader. Rosco felt it was too soon to move in on Corinthos' territory, since he'd been in the business in Port Charles so long. Corinthos had a firm grasp on the businesses there. Besides Rosco didn't quite have enough capital to move in on Sonny.
Instead he'd chosen another route. He had travelled to Italy. It was a newer area to Rosco, but he had had dealings there and made some contacts. Rosco had heard rumors Lee was there. He'd had former dealings with the man and so he thought he'd try his luck out there.
It wasn't a couple of days before he'd gotten an appointment with Lee. He was made to wait the official amount of time to put the visitor on edge, but Rosco didn't unsettle very easily. As Christian led him to Lee, he'd spotted the fiery Jaime watching from the upstairs banister. He hadn't known she'd be here. He'd kept a mental note of that.
Lee wasn't receptive to the idea of Rosco moving in on his territory. So Rosco went to plan b. He suggested Lee fund his venture in Port Charles. Thus, through Rosco as a partner, Lee's territory would also be expanded to Port Charles. Lee declined.
"I know Corinthos is in Port Charles. He is quite the respectful man and knows his business. Unlike some people."
Rosco grimaced at the dig. He put on his big smile and countered, "He doesn't know how to capitalize on the potential assets that this town has. He's too clean to run an "organization".
Lee thought before he answered Rosco's complaint. "He is wise. The money is not in the drugs my friend. You would do far better to realize that. A healthy business will survive many years longer than one that is addicted to drugs."
"I never said I'd run drugs Lee." Rosco knew that he was of the old trade. Gambling were Corinthos' and Nam's gambits.
Lee smiled smugly. "You do not fool me Rosco. You are a young impetuous man who does not consider consequences before acting upon them. You must look at the big picture if you are to lead."
With that Lee dismissed Rosco. It infuriated him to no end.
How dare he dismiss me like some little boy?
Rosco still fumed at the entire meeting. But Rosco had formed a plan as he left the Nam residence. And it had involved a certain feisty woman.
~~
Rosco sat in the library of his Italian villa. It was secluded and had vast grounds. He'd scared away the owners for the time being. They didn't want to fool around with The Enforcer.
It had been nice for Rosco to have some power over people here in Italy. It's nice to be appreciated, Rosco thought.
Kidnapping Jaime had been a well thought out plan. Rosco knew that her father's bodyguards would be watching her, and it would be safer to nab her after she entered the gates. He'd made the move swift and clean. Rosco had his men drug her and bring her out the side door of the airport. He'd had a car waiting. Rosco took her to the villa and hid her in the basement.
He'd planned to extort money out of Lee at first, but after his little conversation with Jaime and thinking about Lee's typical reaction, Rosco knew he couldn't be linked to her kidnapping. If Lee ever found out it was Rosco who'd orchestrated the entire coo and heard he'd treated Jaime with contempt and violence there would be no escape. So Rosco adjusted his plan and put Jaime in a one of the comfortable bedrooms the villa contained.
After pondering what he could do to exact his revenge on the disrespect Lee had shown Rosco, he'd decided on his course of action. Rosco would make Jaime fall in love with him. It would be as simple as that.
***
Jaime didn't know how long she'd been locked up in her room. It was a lot nicer than the basement she'd been first cast into, but a locked room was a locked room. She didn't know what to make of this situation. It must have to do with her father, but she didn't understand why Rosco would be stupid enough to kidnap her since her father would most likely kill him.
"What can I say? You're not really bright Rosco," she said to herself.
Jaime had gotten over her initial fear of Rosco since they'd moved her up to the extra large bedroom. She'd made herself as comfortable as possible, but after being cooped up in the room for about three days now, Jaime'd had enough of the same view from the enclosed window day in and day out. She hadn't even been able to shower. Jaime felt disgusting.
She heard footsteps approaching. Jaime flung herself onto the bed pretending to read an already open magazine. Her eyes glanced up at the two men who'd been guarding her day in and day out. Jake and Ben were their names. She'd kept an eye on them. Jaime felt their wandering eyes whenever they came to check on her.
Behind the two men stood the man who'd arranged for her capture.
"Jaime. How's your stay? Are you comfortable?" he asked sarcastically.
"What do you think? Why am I here? Are you trying to bore me to death?" She sat up so that her eyes met his as he approached the bed.
"Well, what can I say? You're stay here has been prolonged a little bit longer."
Jaime watched him, as he seemed to be thinking about his every move. "Have you contacted my father yet? I'm just waiting for the day he realizes it's you."
"Oh, I haven't contacted him," he said nonchalantly.
Jaime's stomach did a flip. He hadn't planned to contact her father? Now Jaime was uptight. What was he planning?
"Oh, don't worry. Hopefully you'll be out of this little villa soon. I'm just waiting for the word."
The word? Jaime felt uneasy. She knew that he was very calculating and it seemed like he'd dropped the hint that he wasn't the one who orchestrated the entire thing. Which wasn't the impression she'd gotten the first night. But she had been drugged and her head hadn't really cleared until the next morning. "And what word would that be? Who's behind all of this?"
He looked like he was upset with himself that she'd figured out that it wasn't him in control. "I never said anything about anyone else," he defended.
Jaime looked at him, studying his moves, his body language. She hadn't known him well enough to be able to conclusively say that he was lying or not. "Well, are you saying you're the brains behind this outfit?" Jaime pointed to the two thugs behind him. "Did you train them yourself?"
Jaime crossed her legs. She addressed the goons, "Hey, I wouldn't listen to what he says. He wasn't really a good "Enforcer" anyway."
That got a reaction out of Rosco. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. She tried to struggle against him, pushing against his shoulders to put space between them. Unfortunately that made it easier for him to access her waist in which he pulled against him. "I'm sure I could take you any day, little girl."
Jaime laughed. "Sure whatever. Maybe if you didn't have your goons looming over us, we'd find out who's stronger and better." She cringed under his hot breath against her face.
"Well, maybe that could be arranged." His grip loosened around her waist and wrist.
Jaime gazed into his steely blue eyes. She could see his mind working overtime, calculating every move he made. "Well, if you're too scared of little old me…" her voice trailed off.
He stared back into her eyes and smiled, "Not one bit." And with that he released her from his grip. Rosco walked out of the room and the two men followed. As the door closed, she could hear him talking to them. "You do not go near her."
And for whatever reason that put her mind at ease.
1.1 Chapter Twenty Seven
Rosco had a plan. And that plan was going to work. It would work out this time.
He had been known as The Enforcer, to Sorel's enemies and friends. Now he had changed his image. He was no longer the lackey, but the leader. Rosco felt it was too soon to move in on Corinthos' territory, since he'd been in the business in Port Charles so long. Corinthos had a firm grasp on the businesses there. Besides Rosco didn't quite have enough capital to move in on Sonny.
Instead he'd chosen another route. He had travelled to Italy. It was a newer area to Rosco, but he had had dealings there and made some contacts. Rosco had heard rumors Lee was there. He'd had former dealings with the man and so he thought he'd try his luck out there.
It wasn't a couple of days before he'd gotten an appointment with Lee. He was made to wait the official amount of time to put the visitor on edge, but Rosco didn't unsettle very easily. As Christian led him to Lee, he'd spotted the fiery Jaime watching from the upstairs banister. He hadn't known she'd be here. He'd kept a mental note of that.
Lee wasn't receptive to the idea of Rosco moving in on his territory. So Rosco went to plan b. He suggested Lee fund his venture in Port Charles. Thus, through Rosco as a partner, Lee's territory would also be expanded to Port Charles. Lee declined.
"I know Corinthos is in Port Charles. He is quite the respectful man and knows his business. Unlike some people."
Rosco grimaced at the dig. He put on his big smile and countered, "He doesn't know how to capitalize on the potential assets that this town has. He's too clean to run an "organization".
Lee thought before he answered Rosco's complaint. "He is wise. The money is not in the drugs my friend. You would do far better to realize that. A healthy business will survive many years longer than one that is addicted to drugs."
"I never said I'd run drugs Lee." Rosco knew that he was of the old trade. Gambling were Corinthos' and Nam's gambits.
Lee smiled smugly. "You do not fool me Rosco. You are a young impetuous man who does not consider consequences before acting upon them. You must look at the big picture if you are to lead."
With that Lee dismissed Rosco. It infuriated him to no end.
How dare he dismiss me like some little boy?
Rosco still fumed at the entire meeting. But Rosco had formed a plan as he left the Nam residence. And it had involved a certain feisty woman.
~~
Rosco sat in the library of his Italian villa. It was secluded and had vast grounds. He'd scared away the owners for the time being. They didn't want to fool around with The Enforcer.
It had been nice for Rosco to have some power over people here in Italy. It's nice to be appreciated, Rosco thought.
Kidnapping Jaime had been a well thought out plan. Rosco knew that her father's bodyguards would be watching her, and it would be safer to nab her after she entered the gates. He'd made the move swift and clean. Rosco had his men drug her and bring her out the side door of the airport. He'd had a car waiting. Rosco took her to the villa and hid her in the basement.
He'd planned to extort money out of Lee at first, but after his little conversation with Jaime and thinking about Lee's typical reaction, Rosco knew he couldn't be linked to her kidnapping. If Lee ever found out it was Rosco who'd orchestrated the entire coo and heard he'd treated Jaime with contempt and violence there would be no escape. So Rosco adjusted his plan and put Jaime in a one of the comfortable bedrooms the villa contained.
After pondering what he could do to exact his revenge on the disrespect Lee had shown Rosco, he'd decided on his course of action. Rosco would make Jaime fall in love with him. It would be as simple as that.
***
Jaime didn't know how long she'd been locked up in her room. It was a lot nicer than the basement she'd been first cast into, but a locked room was a locked room. She didn't know what to make of this situation. It must have to do with her father, but she didn't understand why Rosco would be stupid enough to kidnap her since her father would most likely kill him.
"What can I say? You're not really bright Rosco," she said to herself.
Jaime had gotten over her initial fear of Rosco since they'd moved her up to the extra large bedroom. She'd made herself as comfortable as possible, but after being cooped up in the room for about three days now, Jaime'd had enough of the same view from the enclosed window day in and day out. She hadn't even been able to shower. Jaime felt disgusting.
She heard footsteps approaching. Jaime flung herself onto the bed pretending to read an already open magazine. Her eyes glanced up at the two men who'd been guarding her day in and day out. Jake and Ben were their names. She'd kept an eye on them. Jaime felt their wandering eyes whenever they came to check on her.
Behind the two men stood the man who'd arranged for her capture.
"Jaime. How's your stay? Are you comfortable?" he asked sarcastically.
"What do you think? Why am I here? Are you trying to bore me to death?" She sat up so that her eyes met his as he approached the bed.
"Well, what can I say? You're stay here has been prolonged a little bit longer."
Jaime watched him, as he seemed to be thinking about his every move. "Have you contacted my father yet? I'm just waiting for the day he realizes it's you."
"Oh, I haven't contacted him," he said nonchalantly.
Jaime's stomach did a flip. He hadn't planned to contact her father? Now Jaime was uptight. What was he planning?
"Oh, don't worry. Hopefully you'll be out of this little villa soon. I'm just waiting for the word."
The word? Jaime felt uneasy. She knew that he was very calculating and it seemed like he'd dropped the hint that he wasn't the one who orchestrated the entire thing. Which wasn't the impression she'd gotten the first night. But she had been drugged and her head hadn't really cleared until the next morning. "And what word would that be? Who's behind all of this?"
He looked like he was upset with himself that she'd figured out that it wasn't him in control. "I never said anything about anyone else," he defended.
Jaime looked at him, studying his moves, his body language. She hadn't known him well enough to be able to conclusively say that he was lying or not. "Well, are you saying you're the brains behind this outfit?" Jaime pointed to the two thugs behind him. "Did you train them yourself?"
Jaime crossed her legs. She addressed the goons, "Hey, I wouldn't listen to what he says. He wasn't really a good "Enforcer" anyway."
That got a reaction out of Rosco. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. She tried to struggle against him, pushing against his shoulders to put space between them. Unfortunately that made it easier for him to access her waist in which he pulled against him. "I'm sure I could take you any day, little girl."
Jaime laughed. "Sure whatever. Maybe if you didn't have your goons looming over us, we'd find out who's stronger and better." She cringed under his hot breath against her face.
"Well, maybe that could be arranged." His grip loosened around her waist and wrist.
Jaime gazed into his steely blue eyes. She could see his mind working overtime, calculating every move he made. "Well, if you're too scared of little old me…" her voice trailed off.
He stared back into her eyes and smiled, "Not one bit." And with that he released her from his grip. Rosco walked out of the room and the two men followed. As the door closed, she could hear him talking to them. "You do not go near her."
And for whatever reason that put her mind at ease.