Chapter 16 "Sit Down and Shut Up"
A/N: Sorry for not getting this out sooner, but I've been working on "Choices" chapter 14, and got way into that.
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FOGGLE TOWERS
"Logan" Max opened the door to the penthouse, calling his name, making it echo around the large room.
"What the hell kinda fucked up game is this?" with Max was Cree and Jack, who Max had roughed up and tied up with a bandana Cree had kept in her locker.
Max yanked Jack back to her by the ends of the bandana that stuck out behind his head where she covered his eyes so he wouldn't know where they were going "Did I say you could talk? And if you want to still keep that ability stop actin' like a wanna be badass" she shoved him head first on the couch. "Take a seat"
Logan emerged from around one of the glass walls that lined the living room "Max, what's up? Shouldn't you be at work?" he noticed a tiny scratch on her face when she had to fight with Jack to get him on her bike. "Are you okay-"
"I'm good" Max interrupted his show of concern "We just got someone for you to meet" Max yanked the bandana off of Jack's eyes, making the boy flinch at the sudden rush of light after the confinement of the blindfold. "Jack Warren, name sound familiar?"
"Defiantly" Logan agreed "About time to put a face with the ID"
"Who the hell are you?" Jack turned to face Logan. He tugged at the bonds Max had tied around his wrists "What the fuck is this shit?"
"Thought I told you to drop the macho games" Max spoke out
Jack stood up "You better back the hell off bitch-" his words were cut off when Logan stepped over to the couch and punched him right across the mouth, making the kid reel forward from the force.
"We're not even yet kid" Logan's words were very pissed, "You're already in deep shit for making money off degrading girls, kidnapping, and being a god damn prick, not to mention the crap you pulled with my best friend two days ago. So if I were you I would shut the hell up, because if I hear you call her a bitch again I'll make your home a tiny little jail cell where you and the rats can lick your own piss off the scummy floor to survive"
Jack sucked the blood from his lip that had come as a result of the knocking Logan had given him. "Why don't you drop the bad ass shit Eastwood." he leered at the other man
"Shut up!" Max gripped his hair and yanked his head backwards on the couch to face her where she was standing above it. "From this point on you don't speak unless you're spoken too." she walked around to the front of the couch. "Q&A time ass, you get a metal for all the girls you sell into torture?" she sat in front of him on the coffee table.
"Don't know what you're talking about girl" Jack lied, but he was a terrible liar.
"Come off it Warren" Logan growled "You've left a paper trail better then a damn boy scout. You think know one will catch up to you even if you get a little sloppy?"
"Hey I'm not sloppy" Jack broke in I'm just-"
"Stupid, shit, scum, sleaze, slime, sludge, son-of-a-bitch." Cree rattled off a list of names she kept banked on what she thought of her ex "And that's just in the S's Jack"
Jack glanced at her, staring at her for a while, finally being able to remember her name "Cree Amston, my one and only"
"Drop that phony bull shit Jack" Cree shot out hatefully "I haven't been anybody's one and only in a long time because of you-"
"You can be sugar" Jack tried to sweet talk her "Could come back with me cause I got this friend who'd like to-"
"Scuse me if I don't believe you jack ass. I know the "friends" you hang with, same ones that got you 200 cash money three years ago. Sorry if I grew up since then, and am not so naive that I'd throw myself at your cock and bull story, but hey I guess that's the price you pay for being a pimped out fucked up prick." her words were as cold as ice, matching the look in her eyes.
"Sure you had your share of cock girl" Jack leered at her.
"I've got a knife pointed at your nuts Jack" Cree had removed her switch blade and placed the tip of the blade down towards Jack's lower half "Keep talking" she turned her eyes back up to him.
"Don't remember you having such a mouth girl." Jack leered at her
"Keep yours shut ass or this blade will be on the up and up" she pricked the end of the knife into loose flap of denim hanging from the crotch of his jeans.
"What do you want Jack?" Max asked, "How much of a cut are you getting for stalking my girl here?"
"I'm not getting anything!" Jack spat "She ran away, and I gotta get her back before my guy splatters my brains everywhere."
"Oh so this scum sent a little perp to do his collecting, well ya know what scratch that boy, 'cause I'll shake you down so hard you're teeth will rattle for weeks if you even knock one hair out of place on her head. As for getting your brains splattered, I believe it, cause I want to do that right now. But you must be cashing in something shit, you've dropped your blip off the radar for years before and you can sure as hell do it again, so drop the crap and start telling the truth."
"I get 300" Jack finally admitted, when Cree jammed the knife deeper "Half now and half when I get her back-"
"Well that's not gonna happen" Logan interrupted "The jail cell will come later, but in the mean time you're going into one of my safe houses and kept under guard until you spill on everything you know about the men you made yourself available to for hire"
"What if I don't want that shit?" Jack made a slight yelp when Cree's knife finally found some skin through the denim
"Then you obviously don't want this shit," she growled, twisting the knife around.
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153 KEYSTONE AVE
SECTOR 9
8:55 PM
Max threw Jack into the one room place that Logan had reserved as a safe house for informants. The same one Bruno Anselmo was kept before.
"Enjoy your stay at the low budget inn, if you don't find the accommodations to your liking we really don't give a crap." She shoved him over to the bed and handcuffed one of his hands to the bed railing. After securing him to the bed she reached into Jack's pockets.
"We could do this on the bed baby-" he was cut off when Max death squeezed his arm from underneath his leather jacket before pulling out a silver wireless phone. "I'm sorry, outside communication is not allowed." she pocketed the cell and headed over to the phone jack in the wall, and removed the entire wire from the phone and the wall.
"What if my guy comes looking for me?" Jack asked agitated "Huh?"
"Remember our motto" Max reminded, "We. Don't. Give. A. Crap. After you give the 411 I don't care if you're molested by rabid transsexual monkeys." she sat on the chair across from the bed. Max had agreed to 'baby-sit' Jack for the night, since she didn't need sleep.
The cell phone Logan had given her rang. She pulled it out.
"We never close"
"You make it there with Jack okay?" Logan asked on the other line
"Delivered the slime to the slime hole." Max stood up and walked to the small closet bathroom because she really didn't want Jack listening in on her call. "Cree make it home okay?" since the incident with her being attacked outside of Crash Max and Cindy agreed to let her crash with them so the girl could have some company other then the rats at her dump.
"Called your place about thirty minutes ago. Cindy's taking her out to Crash."
"Makes you wonder what they're saying bout us"
"Is there a reason to wonder?"
"Not really" Max shrugged "I mean, should there be?"
"None that I can think of" Logan agreed
"Me neither" There was a minute of silence "Thanks for what you said, you know bout me being your best friend and all-"
"I meant every word of it Max." Logan interrupted, waiting for some kind of reply "Was their something else?"
"No" Max admitted "Just thanks, nice to be loved that much."
/Shit/ Logan was thinking on the other line /Does she mean love like friend love, the love she has for Zack, or the other kind? The kind that I wanted when I kissed her that night?/
"Logan you there?"
/Shit say something man, just open your damn mouth/ "Glad you feel that way" /Bravo you talked, but what the hell was that?/
"I mean I'm glad you feel comfortable with me."
"I always feel comfortable with you" Max responded, "Never really had that many people who loved me."
"Well I do" /did I just say that out loud?/
"Oh" Max was a little taken aback at that remark. "Guess the feelings mutual." she paused "I gotta get back to babysitting."
"Yeah, and I need to get back to work." Logan mused up his hair.
"Logan"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for the kiss. Figure with all the sleaze I suck face with on my bed in heat there might as well be one guy that actually meant something by it."
"Yeah" Logan repeated again, not really knowing what to say to that "Goodnight Max" he hung up, and stared at the wall, processing the whole conversation again.
"Bye" Max disconnected the call. She exited the bathroom, and sat back in the chair.
"So Max-" Jack tested out the name. "You gonna keep me under guard so no one hurts me?" he emphatized the word "hurt" looking her up and down like a car he wanted to buy.
"No" Max corrected, walking over to the bed and shoving him down on it hard "I'm going to make sure you don't slither off into the night so *I* don't have to hurt you." she patted the side of his face "That's a good boy." she got off the bed and sat back in the dusty red chair. "How about some entertainment?" he leered.
Max threw a magazine at him "Read if you know how" she sighed /Gonna be a long night/
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I didn't feature Cree's family in here like in the last chapter, but I wanted to go further with what happened after Max and Cree beat up Warren. The idea of putting him in the safe house was inspired by the crappy time Bruno Anselmo gave Max in "Red", wanted something like that in here, minus the whipped cream idea Anselmo had in the hotel. *shudders*
My little version of Logan acting bad assed with Jack was done to fill my "something to be desired" after reading countless fanfics where he is so overly sappy he might as well be a woman. (ducks as mushy relationshippers throw rocks). Logan has a sensitive side, but c'mon, he's still a man, a sweet man yes, but sweet has its limits. Just like Max isn't always so bad assed, Logan can get pissed off.
the M/L thing will go deeper, I'm just building to it.
R/R please. I'm still not done...I'll be around for a while...peace.
A/N: Sorry for not getting this out sooner, but I've been working on "Choices" chapter 14, and got way into that.
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FOGGLE TOWERS
"Logan" Max opened the door to the penthouse, calling his name, making it echo around the large room.
"What the hell kinda fucked up game is this?" with Max was Cree and Jack, who Max had roughed up and tied up with a bandana Cree had kept in her locker.
Max yanked Jack back to her by the ends of the bandana that stuck out behind his head where she covered his eyes so he wouldn't know where they were going "Did I say you could talk? And if you want to still keep that ability stop actin' like a wanna be badass" she shoved him head first on the couch. "Take a seat"
Logan emerged from around one of the glass walls that lined the living room "Max, what's up? Shouldn't you be at work?" he noticed a tiny scratch on her face when she had to fight with Jack to get him on her bike. "Are you okay-"
"I'm good" Max interrupted his show of concern "We just got someone for you to meet" Max yanked the bandana off of Jack's eyes, making the boy flinch at the sudden rush of light after the confinement of the blindfold. "Jack Warren, name sound familiar?"
"Defiantly" Logan agreed "About time to put a face with the ID"
"Who the hell are you?" Jack turned to face Logan. He tugged at the bonds Max had tied around his wrists "What the fuck is this shit?"
"Thought I told you to drop the macho games" Max spoke out
Jack stood up "You better back the hell off bitch-" his words were cut off when Logan stepped over to the couch and punched him right across the mouth, making the kid reel forward from the force.
"We're not even yet kid" Logan's words were very pissed, "You're already in deep shit for making money off degrading girls, kidnapping, and being a god damn prick, not to mention the crap you pulled with my best friend two days ago. So if I were you I would shut the hell up, because if I hear you call her a bitch again I'll make your home a tiny little jail cell where you and the rats can lick your own piss off the scummy floor to survive"
Jack sucked the blood from his lip that had come as a result of the knocking Logan had given him. "Why don't you drop the bad ass shit Eastwood." he leered at the other man
"Shut up!" Max gripped his hair and yanked his head backwards on the couch to face her where she was standing above it. "From this point on you don't speak unless you're spoken too." she walked around to the front of the couch. "Q&A time ass, you get a metal for all the girls you sell into torture?" she sat in front of him on the coffee table.
"Don't know what you're talking about girl" Jack lied, but he was a terrible liar.
"Come off it Warren" Logan growled "You've left a paper trail better then a damn boy scout. You think know one will catch up to you even if you get a little sloppy?"
"Hey I'm not sloppy" Jack broke in I'm just-"
"Stupid, shit, scum, sleaze, slime, sludge, son-of-a-bitch." Cree rattled off a list of names she kept banked on what she thought of her ex "And that's just in the S's Jack"
Jack glanced at her, staring at her for a while, finally being able to remember her name "Cree Amston, my one and only"
"Drop that phony bull shit Jack" Cree shot out hatefully "I haven't been anybody's one and only in a long time because of you-"
"You can be sugar" Jack tried to sweet talk her "Could come back with me cause I got this friend who'd like to-"
"Scuse me if I don't believe you jack ass. I know the "friends" you hang with, same ones that got you 200 cash money three years ago. Sorry if I grew up since then, and am not so naive that I'd throw myself at your cock and bull story, but hey I guess that's the price you pay for being a pimped out fucked up prick." her words were as cold as ice, matching the look in her eyes.
"Sure you had your share of cock girl" Jack leered at her.
"I've got a knife pointed at your nuts Jack" Cree had removed her switch blade and placed the tip of the blade down towards Jack's lower half "Keep talking" she turned her eyes back up to him.
"Don't remember you having such a mouth girl." Jack leered at her
"Keep yours shut ass or this blade will be on the up and up" she pricked the end of the knife into loose flap of denim hanging from the crotch of his jeans.
"What do you want Jack?" Max asked, "How much of a cut are you getting for stalking my girl here?"
"I'm not getting anything!" Jack spat "She ran away, and I gotta get her back before my guy splatters my brains everywhere."
"Oh so this scum sent a little perp to do his collecting, well ya know what scratch that boy, 'cause I'll shake you down so hard you're teeth will rattle for weeks if you even knock one hair out of place on her head. As for getting your brains splattered, I believe it, cause I want to do that right now. But you must be cashing in something shit, you've dropped your blip off the radar for years before and you can sure as hell do it again, so drop the crap and start telling the truth."
"I get 300" Jack finally admitted, when Cree jammed the knife deeper "Half now and half when I get her back-"
"Well that's not gonna happen" Logan interrupted "The jail cell will come later, but in the mean time you're going into one of my safe houses and kept under guard until you spill on everything you know about the men you made yourself available to for hire"
"What if I don't want that shit?" Jack made a slight yelp when Cree's knife finally found some skin through the denim
"Then you obviously don't want this shit," she growled, twisting the knife around.
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153 KEYSTONE AVE
SECTOR 9
8:55 PM
Max threw Jack into the one room place that Logan had reserved as a safe house for informants. The same one Bruno Anselmo was kept before.
"Enjoy your stay at the low budget inn, if you don't find the accommodations to your liking we really don't give a crap." She shoved him over to the bed and handcuffed one of his hands to the bed railing. After securing him to the bed she reached into Jack's pockets.
"We could do this on the bed baby-" he was cut off when Max death squeezed his arm from underneath his leather jacket before pulling out a silver wireless phone. "I'm sorry, outside communication is not allowed." she pocketed the cell and headed over to the phone jack in the wall, and removed the entire wire from the phone and the wall.
"What if my guy comes looking for me?" Jack asked agitated "Huh?"
"Remember our motto" Max reminded, "We. Don't. Give. A. Crap. After you give the 411 I don't care if you're molested by rabid transsexual monkeys." she sat on the chair across from the bed. Max had agreed to 'baby-sit' Jack for the night, since she didn't need sleep.
The cell phone Logan had given her rang. She pulled it out.
"We never close"
"You make it there with Jack okay?" Logan asked on the other line
"Delivered the slime to the slime hole." Max stood up and walked to the small closet bathroom because she really didn't want Jack listening in on her call. "Cree make it home okay?" since the incident with her being attacked outside of Crash Max and Cindy agreed to let her crash with them so the girl could have some company other then the rats at her dump.
"Called your place about thirty minutes ago. Cindy's taking her out to Crash."
"Makes you wonder what they're saying bout us"
"Is there a reason to wonder?"
"Not really" Max shrugged "I mean, should there be?"
"None that I can think of" Logan agreed
"Me neither" There was a minute of silence "Thanks for what you said, you know bout me being your best friend and all-"
"I meant every word of it Max." Logan interrupted, waiting for some kind of reply "Was their something else?"
"No" Max admitted "Just thanks, nice to be loved that much."
/Shit/ Logan was thinking on the other line /Does she mean love like friend love, the love she has for Zack, or the other kind? The kind that I wanted when I kissed her that night?/
"Logan you there?"
/Shit say something man, just open your damn mouth/ "Glad you feel that way" /Bravo you talked, but what the hell was that?/
"I mean I'm glad you feel comfortable with me."
"I always feel comfortable with you" Max responded, "Never really had that many people who loved me."
"Well I do" /did I just say that out loud?/
"Oh" Max was a little taken aback at that remark. "Guess the feelings mutual." she paused "I gotta get back to babysitting."
"Yeah, and I need to get back to work." Logan mused up his hair.
"Logan"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for the kiss. Figure with all the sleaze I suck face with on my bed in heat there might as well be one guy that actually meant something by it."
"Yeah" Logan repeated again, not really knowing what to say to that "Goodnight Max" he hung up, and stared at the wall, processing the whole conversation again.
"Bye" Max disconnected the call. She exited the bathroom, and sat back in the chair.
"So Max-" Jack tested out the name. "You gonna keep me under guard so no one hurts me?" he emphatized the word "hurt" looking her up and down like a car he wanted to buy.
"No" Max corrected, walking over to the bed and shoving him down on it hard "I'm going to make sure you don't slither off into the night so *I* don't have to hurt you." she patted the side of his face "That's a good boy." she got off the bed and sat back in the dusty red chair. "How about some entertainment?" he leered.
Max threw a magazine at him "Read if you know how" she sighed /Gonna be a long night/
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I didn't feature Cree's family in here like in the last chapter, but I wanted to go further with what happened after Max and Cree beat up Warren. The idea of putting him in the safe house was inspired by the crappy time Bruno Anselmo gave Max in "Red", wanted something like that in here, minus the whipped cream idea Anselmo had in the hotel. *shudders*
My little version of Logan acting bad assed with Jack was done to fill my "something to be desired" after reading countless fanfics where he is so overly sappy he might as well be a woman. (ducks as mushy relationshippers throw rocks). Logan has a sensitive side, but c'mon, he's still a man, a sweet man yes, but sweet has its limits. Just like Max isn't always so bad assed, Logan can get pissed off.
the M/L thing will go deeper, I'm just building to it.
R/R please. I'm still not done...I'll be around for a while...peace.