1 Love Is Patient, Kind and Above All True
1.1 Chapter Twenty Nine
Rosco walked away from that encounter pleased with himself. She was falling for it. Rosco knew she wouldn't fall for the change of heart so quickly. He deviously left clues that it was someone else that was controlling her release rather himself.
Rosco knew it would be easy to make her fall for him. Sure he would have to make her forget the man she'd known all those years ago with Sorel's dealings with Lee. Rosco knew he could. He had an entire file on Jaime Nam.
Rosco entered his study and pulled it out. She'd grown up in Korea, Italy, and most of southern Asia. Her mother had died when she was 15. Jaime had grown estranged with her family around that time. She had a "second" family with the Bartolli's. Jaime had managed to disappear from her family's radar for a couple of years. She was close to her brother Lawrie. Jaime had a black belt in Tae Kwan Do, trained in the art of Wu Tan, and took Kung Fu also. He had quite the fighter on his hands. He could use that to his advantage.
Rosco looked at the folder for a few more minutes before he received a phone call.
"Rosco, someone's sniffing around about the girl," a man's voice reported
"Do you know who?" Rosco was amazed that Lee had figured it out so fast.
"It isn't Lee. It's another guy. He's got a girl with him. Do you want me to take care of them?"
"Let me think about it. I might be able to use this to my advantage. Just keep them busy okay. I just need a couple of weeks."
Rosco set the phone down on its cradle. He never thought about others looking for Jaime. She must not have come to visit her family. Rosco realized he'd have to work a little faster than he would have liked.
~~
Rosco had a little talk with Ben and Jake later that afternoon. "What do you guys think of the girl?"
"What do you mean Boss?" Jake asked.
"Do you think she's attractive?"
Ben and Jake looked at each other in disbelief. "I wouldn't mind gettin' me a little some of that!"
Ben laughed.
Rosco sighed at their coarseness. This would do, he thought. "Well, I need you to do this one thing for me…"
***
"Hey! Anyone?" Jaime yelled through the heavy oak door. She kicked the door.
Jaime needed a shower and she would annoy them until they gave it to her. Suddenly the door opened and Ben and Jake came in. "What do you want?" Ben growled.
"I need to take a shower. I know you guys don't care what you look or smell like, but I do!"
Ben and Jake looked at each other and smiled. They left the room, locking it and went down a flight of stairs. Jaime slumped onto the bed, waiting for them to come back.
The approaching footsteps drew near when the door suddenly opened to reveal two smiling men. "Sure."
~~
Jaime soaked up the hot water that beat down on her dry dirt-stained body.
Gosh this feels so good.
Jaime got out of the shower and she thanked God that it was filled with lotions and moisturizers. She lathered her skin in the cool liquid and grabbed the nearby brush. Jaime fought her way through her long black hair. It hadn't been brushed for days and it had grown gnarls, which were painful. After refreshing herself, she hoped she could push her captors a little further.
Jaime wrapped the towel around her body and peeked out the door. "Hey, can I get some clean clothes? There's no point in showering if I have to get back into these dirty clothes." She threw the dirty clothes at the two men.
They cocked their head trying to get a glimpse of what was behind the door. "Yeah. Rosco put some in the room," they leered.
"Well could you bring them to me?"
The men laughed. "Sorry, can't do that. You can change in your room."
Jaime cringed. "How am I supposed to get from this bathroom down the hall in this towel?"
"Hey, from what I've seen honey, you've got nothing to be ashamed of!" Ben exclaimed.
Jaime groaned. "Come on guys. Just do me this one favor?" Jaime pleaded, batting her eyelashes.
"Sorry," Jake laughed. "Orders are orders."
"Who gives stupid orders like that?" Jaime yelled. She slammed the bathroom door.
After a couple of deep breaths she steadied herself for the disgusting stares of the two men. There came a knock on the door. "Hey, time's up."
Jaime lifted her head up high and walked out of the room. She suddenly stopped to see Rosco at the foyer looking up at her. Jaime abruptly turned her head straight ahead and stalked into her room.
She heard Ben and Jake follow behind her whispering. Jaime pulled down the towel just in case there was something they might see. As Jaime entered her room she saw a large man's button-up shirt on the bed along with a pair of sweats. She shooed the men out of her room. After she safely heard the click of the bedroom door close, Jaime put on the man's shirt. Jaime looked at herself in the vanity mirror attached to the dresser.
It was really big. Oh well, it's clean.
She didn't bother putting on the sweats right away. Jaime always liked to sleep in a big t-shirt anyway. She would put them on during the day. Suddenly she heard a creak of the door. As she turned around, Jaime saw Ben stalking into her room and closing the door behind him. She heard a click and a turn of a key. Jaime was locked in.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm getting me a little su'mpin su'mpin."
He walked towards her and backed her into the bed. Jaime fell backwards, but she quickly rolled over to the other side of the bed. "Somebody help!" Jaime yelled.
"No one can hear you except Jake and he's next!" he sneered.
"Somebody help me!!!!!" she screamed.
Jaime automatically put herself in stance. He laughed. "Are you going to kung fu me little girl?"
As he was distracted by his thoughts Jaime lunged for his solar plexus and then karate chopped him in the throat. This made him grunt and then gasp for air. She round house kicked him onto the bed. Jaime heard voices talking outside the door.
"Helllllppp!" Jaime yelled.
A man's voice raised above the other. "Get out of my way!" She heard a thump and a jostling of keys. The person at the door distracted her, and Ben managed to grab her from behind and pull her onto the bed. He lay on top of her, his one hand restraining both her arms and the other beginning to unbutton her shirt. "Help! Hurry!"
Finally the door was kicked open. It was Rosco.
Oh great! Jaime had thought maybe it was Jason coming to her rescue.
She continued to scream. "Someone help me!!!"
Jaime expected Rosco to take Ben's place as he stalked forward, but she caught a twinkle in his eye. In a flash he was on top of Ben. Rosco pulled off of her. As she crawled to the end of the bed, she looked out the door and saw Jake lying on the floor.
"What do you think you're doing?" Rosco yelled. He had a firm grasp on Ben's throat. Rosco then proceeded to jab him in the stomach when Ben didn't say anything. As Ben lay on the floor, Rosco kicked him in the stomach. "Don't you EVER do that AGAIN! Did I not say, don't touch her?"
Jaime was stunned for a moment. Then she realized she had a chance to escape. Jaime ran for the door and jumped over Jake's body. As she got to the bottom of the stairs, three large men stopped Jaime. She curled up into a ball as they began to bring her upstairs.
Rosco stood at the top of the stairs overtop of Jake's body. "No. Don't bring her up here. Take her to my study, and guard her. Don't hurt her. Ben's done enough of that."
The three men took her down a hallway, which seemed to be hidden underneath the stairwell. They sat her gently down onto a leather couch, which leaned against a large bookshelf and left the room. Jaime surveyed around the room. It had two glass doors. She ran to them and found them locked.
Jaime sat back down dejectedly. Will she never get out of here? Oh God, please help me. Please let Jason find me.
Jaime prayed silently when she heard the door open. It was Rosco. She pulled her shirt down over top of her knees and watched him out of the corner of her eye. He walked over to the glass doors, looking at the view. He seemed concerned.
"Are you all right?" he asked while he continued to look out the window.
Should she answer?
"I'm fine. I gave him a couple of things to hurt over," she said shortly.
Jaime wished her legs would stop shaking. The feeling of Ben's body smothering hers remained fresh in her mind. She shivered.
Rosco looked at her. "Are you cold?"
"No." She turned her face away from him. Jaime could feel the tears welling up in her throat and the next thing she knew they ran down her face. Her fingers nonchalantly wiped the tears from the rims of her eyes.
Be strong. You are strong. Isn't that what Jason told her?
Jaime felt hands put something around her. She jerked away. "Get away from me!"
Rosco loomed over her. His face stoic. "I just thought you might be cold," he stated.
Jaime looked around her shoulders. It was his suit jacket. She slipped her arms in the sleeves. It was large, as large as her shirt.
The shirt must be his.
"Thank you," she mumbled.
He sat down beside her one leg propped up on the couch. She backed into the couch's armrest. "I won't come any closer," he whispered.
"What do you want?" Jaime asked, nearly in tears again.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I never imagined that would happen."
"I don't care what you thought. It did happen, didn't it?" she accused.
"I wish I had gotten there sooner."
"I wish you'd just let me go!" she sniffled. Jaime hid her eyes in her hands.
She felt him move closer, but she had no where to go. Jaime flinched as he touched her wrists. They were a little bruised from Ben's rough grip. Rosco lightly pulled her to him.
"Why can't you just let me go?" Jaime mumbled as she began to cry into Rosco's shoulders.
His arms embraced her and Jaime couldn't stop the flood of tears if she had tried.
"Just let me go!" she whispered.
1.1 Chapter Twenty Nine
Rosco walked away from that encounter pleased with himself. She was falling for it. Rosco knew she wouldn't fall for the change of heart so quickly. He deviously left clues that it was someone else that was controlling her release rather himself.
Rosco knew it would be easy to make her fall for him. Sure he would have to make her forget the man she'd known all those years ago with Sorel's dealings with Lee. Rosco knew he could. He had an entire file on Jaime Nam.
Rosco entered his study and pulled it out. She'd grown up in Korea, Italy, and most of southern Asia. Her mother had died when she was 15. Jaime had grown estranged with her family around that time. She had a "second" family with the Bartolli's. Jaime had managed to disappear from her family's radar for a couple of years. She was close to her brother Lawrie. Jaime had a black belt in Tae Kwan Do, trained in the art of Wu Tan, and took Kung Fu also. He had quite the fighter on his hands. He could use that to his advantage.
Rosco looked at the folder for a few more minutes before he received a phone call.
"Rosco, someone's sniffing around about the girl," a man's voice reported
"Do you know who?" Rosco was amazed that Lee had figured it out so fast.
"It isn't Lee. It's another guy. He's got a girl with him. Do you want me to take care of them?"
"Let me think about it. I might be able to use this to my advantage. Just keep them busy okay. I just need a couple of weeks."
Rosco set the phone down on its cradle. He never thought about others looking for Jaime. She must not have come to visit her family. Rosco realized he'd have to work a little faster than he would have liked.
~~
Rosco had a little talk with Ben and Jake later that afternoon. "What do you guys think of the girl?"
"What do you mean Boss?" Jake asked.
"Do you think she's attractive?"
Ben and Jake looked at each other in disbelief. "I wouldn't mind gettin' me a little some of that!"
Ben laughed.
Rosco sighed at their coarseness. This would do, he thought. "Well, I need you to do this one thing for me…"
***
"Hey! Anyone?" Jaime yelled through the heavy oak door. She kicked the door.
Jaime needed a shower and she would annoy them until they gave it to her. Suddenly the door opened and Ben and Jake came in. "What do you want?" Ben growled.
"I need to take a shower. I know you guys don't care what you look or smell like, but I do!"
Ben and Jake looked at each other and smiled. They left the room, locking it and went down a flight of stairs. Jaime slumped onto the bed, waiting for them to come back.
The approaching footsteps drew near when the door suddenly opened to reveal two smiling men. "Sure."
~~
Jaime soaked up the hot water that beat down on her dry dirt-stained body.
Gosh this feels so good.
Jaime got out of the shower and she thanked God that it was filled with lotions and moisturizers. She lathered her skin in the cool liquid and grabbed the nearby brush. Jaime fought her way through her long black hair. It hadn't been brushed for days and it had grown gnarls, which were painful. After refreshing herself, she hoped she could push her captors a little further.
Jaime wrapped the towel around her body and peeked out the door. "Hey, can I get some clean clothes? There's no point in showering if I have to get back into these dirty clothes." She threw the dirty clothes at the two men.
They cocked their head trying to get a glimpse of what was behind the door. "Yeah. Rosco put some in the room," they leered.
"Well could you bring them to me?"
The men laughed. "Sorry, can't do that. You can change in your room."
Jaime cringed. "How am I supposed to get from this bathroom down the hall in this towel?"
"Hey, from what I've seen honey, you've got nothing to be ashamed of!" Ben exclaimed.
Jaime groaned. "Come on guys. Just do me this one favor?" Jaime pleaded, batting her eyelashes.
"Sorry," Jake laughed. "Orders are orders."
"Who gives stupid orders like that?" Jaime yelled. She slammed the bathroom door.
After a couple of deep breaths she steadied herself for the disgusting stares of the two men. There came a knock on the door. "Hey, time's up."
Jaime lifted her head up high and walked out of the room. She suddenly stopped to see Rosco at the foyer looking up at her. Jaime abruptly turned her head straight ahead and stalked into her room.
She heard Ben and Jake follow behind her whispering. Jaime pulled down the towel just in case there was something they might see. As Jaime entered her room she saw a large man's button-up shirt on the bed along with a pair of sweats. She shooed the men out of her room. After she safely heard the click of the bedroom door close, Jaime put on the man's shirt. Jaime looked at herself in the vanity mirror attached to the dresser.
It was really big. Oh well, it's clean.
She didn't bother putting on the sweats right away. Jaime always liked to sleep in a big t-shirt anyway. She would put them on during the day. Suddenly she heard a creak of the door. As she turned around, Jaime saw Ben stalking into her room and closing the door behind him. She heard a click and a turn of a key. Jaime was locked in.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm getting me a little su'mpin su'mpin."
He walked towards her and backed her into the bed. Jaime fell backwards, but she quickly rolled over to the other side of the bed. "Somebody help!" Jaime yelled.
"No one can hear you except Jake and he's next!" he sneered.
"Somebody help me!!!!!" she screamed.
Jaime automatically put herself in stance. He laughed. "Are you going to kung fu me little girl?"
As he was distracted by his thoughts Jaime lunged for his solar plexus and then karate chopped him in the throat. This made him grunt and then gasp for air. She round house kicked him onto the bed. Jaime heard voices talking outside the door.
"Helllllppp!" Jaime yelled.
A man's voice raised above the other. "Get out of my way!" She heard a thump and a jostling of keys. The person at the door distracted her, and Ben managed to grab her from behind and pull her onto the bed. He lay on top of her, his one hand restraining both her arms and the other beginning to unbutton her shirt. "Help! Hurry!"
Finally the door was kicked open. It was Rosco.
Oh great! Jaime had thought maybe it was Jason coming to her rescue.
She continued to scream. "Someone help me!!!"
Jaime expected Rosco to take Ben's place as he stalked forward, but she caught a twinkle in his eye. In a flash he was on top of Ben. Rosco pulled off of her. As she crawled to the end of the bed, she looked out the door and saw Jake lying on the floor.
"What do you think you're doing?" Rosco yelled. He had a firm grasp on Ben's throat. Rosco then proceeded to jab him in the stomach when Ben didn't say anything. As Ben lay on the floor, Rosco kicked him in the stomach. "Don't you EVER do that AGAIN! Did I not say, don't touch her?"
Jaime was stunned for a moment. Then she realized she had a chance to escape. Jaime ran for the door and jumped over Jake's body. As she got to the bottom of the stairs, three large men stopped Jaime. She curled up into a ball as they began to bring her upstairs.
Rosco stood at the top of the stairs overtop of Jake's body. "No. Don't bring her up here. Take her to my study, and guard her. Don't hurt her. Ben's done enough of that."
The three men took her down a hallway, which seemed to be hidden underneath the stairwell. They sat her gently down onto a leather couch, which leaned against a large bookshelf and left the room. Jaime surveyed around the room. It had two glass doors. She ran to them and found them locked.
Jaime sat back down dejectedly. Will she never get out of here? Oh God, please help me. Please let Jason find me.
Jaime prayed silently when she heard the door open. It was Rosco. She pulled her shirt down over top of her knees and watched him out of the corner of her eye. He walked over to the glass doors, looking at the view. He seemed concerned.
"Are you all right?" he asked while he continued to look out the window.
Should she answer?
"I'm fine. I gave him a couple of things to hurt over," she said shortly.
Jaime wished her legs would stop shaking. The feeling of Ben's body smothering hers remained fresh in her mind. She shivered.
Rosco looked at her. "Are you cold?"
"No." She turned her face away from him. Jaime could feel the tears welling up in her throat and the next thing she knew they ran down her face. Her fingers nonchalantly wiped the tears from the rims of her eyes.
Be strong. You are strong. Isn't that what Jason told her?
Jaime felt hands put something around her. She jerked away. "Get away from me!"
Rosco loomed over her. His face stoic. "I just thought you might be cold," he stated.
Jaime looked around her shoulders. It was his suit jacket. She slipped her arms in the sleeves. It was large, as large as her shirt.
The shirt must be his.
"Thank you," she mumbled.
He sat down beside her one leg propped up on the couch. She backed into the couch's armrest. "I won't come any closer," he whispered.
"What do you want?" Jaime asked, nearly in tears again.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I never imagined that would happen."
"I don't care what you thought. It did happen, didn't it?" she accused.
"I wish I had gotten there sooner."
"I wish you'd just let me go!" she sniffled. Jaime hid her eyes in her hands.
She felt him move closer, but she had no where to go. Jaime flinched as he touched her wrists. They were a little bruised from Ben's rough grip. Rosco lightly pulled her to him.
"Why can't you just let me go?" Jaime mumbled as she began to cry into Rosco's shoulders.
His arms embraced her and Jaime couldn't stop the flood of tears if she had tried.
"Just let me go!" she whispered.