Chapter Twelve
Jason walked into the room, looking at Courtney who was laying on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. "Um Court, sorry to disturber you, but is it safe for me to come in without worrying about getting my ass shot," her face remain impassive, getting a little worried about her, he was sure that would have made her laugh. Actually he was hoping it would, he wanted to hear her laugh. He loved her laugh. Walking over to her, he shook her small foot, it looked to be about a size 7 1/2. She sat up very quickly, looking about ready to do battle. "Huh, what?" she looked surprised that he was now in the room. Like she didn't even see him walk in. "Um Emily wants to finish your make up so we get this whole thing over," she looked like she was about to protest but he stopped her short, "would you rather Sonny come make the bruises real?" he knew he would never let that happen. Before he would let that happen he would strap her to the chair and hold her face still for Em to do the work. "Okay, but please, let me put a note to my father telling him it is just make-up," Jason took a deep breath, not sure if that was a good idea, it must have shown in his eyes, for the next thing she said made all his doubts go away. "I will tell my father to make it look like he believes it. Please," she came closer to him, kissing his cheek. "for me?" god if she only knew what he would do for her. If she asked for a star, he would find out a way to get it. "Fine, fine but please make sure he believes it," was all he said, before he walked out and Emily came in. The two girls did some chatting. When she looked at her face after Em was done, she had one black eye, a bloody swollen lip, and a bloody nose. When he came back in, he came and stood in front of Courtney, hugging his little sister to his side. "Perfect." The man walked into the airport, looking over to find his, new boss. When he spotted Lorenzo Alcazar, he walked over to the much taller man. Holding out his hand. "Mr. Alcazar," he said. His English heavily accented. "Mr. Rodrigez," shaking his hand, Lorenzo had a strength about him that did not show across the phone. He had down work for this man but never have met him in person. Walking side by side, they reached the limo. "I hope you do not mind, the car is at my compound, we will have to take my yacht to there." It wasn't like he gave him much of a choice. If he wanted what he wanted he needed to follow this man's orders. Getting in the limo, Alcazar following. "Is there anything I need to know before I start my job." Alcazar put his cold blue gaze on him, feeling his hair on the back of his neck stand up. He felt anger course through his veins, he hated to be intimidated. "Yes, there is, I have a guest on board my yacht, my guest is not to be bothered by you, told what you are doing here. If I see you 50 feet near her, you will be killed, understood." "Look, I may be fcking working for you but I sure in the hell am not your fcuking servant. I will do as I please, go as I please," fck this ashole fore tell him what to fcking do. "Then you must have a death wish," that was the last thing Alcazar said, until they got to the boat, showing him to his room. "The next hallway over is my private hallway, come that way and you will be taken off the boat, or maybe even killed," he walked away Going down the other hallway, to the second room to the last. Seeing her hang up the phone he walked over to her. "I'm am sorry for earlier," he said. Pulling at the backgammon game. Sitting it on the table, "would you like to play," she looked so beautiful sitting there. Curled up, he wanted to go scoop her up in his arms and kiss that frown that was creasing her forehead, making her lips turn upside down. "Do you think with a game of backgammon will make all of what happen this afternoon disappear," her voice showed her disbelief. He smiled to himself a bit. She loved to play this game, even is she wanted to deny it, he knew she did. "I can hope so," he started to set the game up, "come on. You like playing this game," he said. Watching her lithe body walk over to the table, mumbling something to herself. Looking at her strangely, she finished what she said sitting down. "It is a prayer in Spanish Sonny my husband taught me," she always drove the fact that she was married into the wall. It hurt him sometimes, he loved her but she seemed to have mixed feeling, not that he could blame her. She moved a piece and he followed up on that. Both not saying anything, just playing the game as equals.