Chapter Thirteen

Watching her move the piece, he thought about doing what he did with Courtney, letting her win, Carly had made the worse moves should could have made, but then thought of how she taunted and smiled. Deciding to teach her how to be humble, he took the winning move and watched her face expression turn from a smug smile to an outraged frown. Laughing he smiled at her. "Um.........I guess you can't always beat me now can you?"

"Oh shut up," she put the pout on, trying to see where she made a mistake. Laughing he saw her try and try to figure it out but still not getting it. He pointed where she made her mistake and watched her pout become more prominent. Slapping his hand away she crossed her arms against her chest. "I knew that."

"Sure you did mi querido ," he said, and watched her face become pale at the name and cursed himself in every language he knew for saying it.

"Sonny called me that, it means, my beloved," getting up she walked to one of the windows that was in the cabin.

"I'm sorry Carly, I shouldn't have said that, I will retire to my quarters now. Bonne nuit mon cher," he said to her in French, hopping she did not know it. Shutting the door, he felt a stab of pain, knowing in some sense, she would never be his. Even after Sonny died, she would not be his. Going to his room, he laid on his bed and thought about his daughter and his dead wife. About how much they had loved him and he hopped that maybe one day, Carly would feel the same.

He took the picture, she looked helpless, something that cut him deep to his heart. Her arms were pulled back over her head, her eyes closed and tears falling from her eyes. It looked so real and more a moment he thought the tears were real. Then he shook his head, she said she would never cry in front of him. Snapping another with her in this position before asking her to change once again, this time with her in the fetal position. "Perfect," snapping to more, he watched her, how sexy she looked, even with all this make-up on, she looked sexy to him. That was sick, he berated himself. Trying to pull into his she and become indifferent to her and his job. "UM lets try some with your shirt ripped a little and the button of your jeans undone. If it looked like.........I-I rap--raped you then your father will do anything to get you back."

"If it means getting me out of this hell hole I don't give a shit, hell I will let you rape me," standing up he tired not to let it hurt but it did. She thought he wanted to rape her, he would never want that, just.......maybe make love to her. Standing up, she turned to face him. "I can't rip my shirt myself, you will have too," his breath became shallow just at the thought of seeing some of her naked flesh, he smiled a little. Trying to make her feel a little more calm and ripped the shoulder of her shirt. Seeing the pale shoulder coming to his view, it took all his will power not to touch the flesh with his lips. Soon he was tearing it further down and soon her pale pink bra was in view and he almost let out a grown and he could tell she felt the same way her breathing had cam more erratic. Leaning down he brushed her lips with his own, in a whisper of a kiss but still a kiss.

Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling his body closer to her own and his hand wrapped around her waist. Pushing her ripped shirt up so he could touch her bear skin. Moaning softly in her mouth, he kissed her deeper, his tongue touching hers. Soon she felt her ripping her body away from his, her hand going to her lips. "I'm sorry," he said softly, "um......lets get this over with."

"Um.............yeah, yeah," laying back she undid the top button of her jeans and let him take the picture. Then a few more. Soon he was done, and she had walked into the small bathroom that was in the corner. Then came back out in a pair of sweats and Miami dolphin jersey. "How did you know they were my favorite team?"

"I did some research on you. Do you want to call your dad while I put these in an envelope for Sonny," he saw her face light up at the mention of her father and he took that as a yes. "the phone's are tap though so don't try anything," she nodded her head and went to the phone as he walked out. Shutting the door for leaning back on it. This women was going to be the death of him.

Dialing the number to her father's cell and then when she heard her father come over the line she smiled. "Der Papa-, i-Nocken, der gehen, auf Deutsch zu sprechen, die Franzosen und das Spanisch ist zum Common. Wie sind Sie Papa? Sind Sie gut?"

"Ich bin guter Bonbon einer, sind Sie? Wo sind Sie?" she thinks about telling him where she is but doesn't, she can't betray Jason like that, even it means hurting her father. Right now she need Jason as an ally.

"Das Telefon ist der geklopfte Papa, traurig, aber ich bin fein, ich mul jetzt ich liebe Dich gehen, Tschulpapa," hanging up she put her head in her hands. God this man was going to be the death of her.

Knocking on his one time best friend door, he had the envelope full of pictures, hoping this would satisfy him. When he opened the door he grabbed them. "Took you long enough," trying to control the overwhelming feeling to punch him. So he said nothing, watching the sick smile on Sonny's face become larger with each picture. His stomach became sick and feeling the need to vomit he turned his head. "You did a great job, beating her, and I am glad you went the extra mile of raping her. Alcazar won't have any choice but send Carly home after he sees these."

Jason got up and walked out to the door, "Um I need to go. See you later."

"Great job Jase, see you later," walking out the door it took all his power not to slam the door.