The Ultimate betrayal 2 chapter 18

When things go wrong

"Ice, I'm worried. She hasn't came back." Tempest chewed on her lip, holding her phone to her ear as she checked her watch for the millionth time.

"Wait for me cause all I need is for the both of you to be unaccounted for." Ice said, grabbing his black leather jacket and heading out the door in a flash. Dominic looked at him questioningly and followed, knowing something was up.

"Tiff's gone. She just vanished." Ice told Dominic an hour later in frustration.

"She's probably just got some alternate plan she didn't tell Tempest about." Dominic said, taking a can of Pepsi and downing it in one gulp. The sun had started to rise and time was passing quickly.

"Let's hope. Don't sound like her though." Ice tried to shake off the bad feeling he had as he drove towards the hospital as Dominic tried to busy himself with the paper he had in hand.

"She'll probably be there when we get there." Dominic sighed, hoping he was right. They made the rest of the drive in silence and in silence they walked up to the floor where Jordan was.

"Ice, she's not here." Tempest practically hissed as she paced, dark circles under her eyes from lack of sleep.

"Temp, where's Tiff, Jordan wants her." Brian came out of his sister's room, his blonde hair messy and his clothes wrinkled.

"She's not back yet." Tempest said almost numbly, knowing for a fact something was defiantly wrong.

"WHAT?" Brian yelled, then realized just how loud he had been. He looked around and tried to keep his voice low. "You two left together. How could she not be back yet?" Brian asked, throwing his hands up.

"Blaming me, are you?" Tempest snapped, getting madder as he stared at her with one of those intent, blaming kind of looks. The lack of sleep was beginning to wear on her and she wasn't sure how much longer she could control herself to behave.

"No. Temp, no, look, J wants to see her and I don't know how we're gonna tell her Tiff's missing. She's gonna flip." Brian paced franticly.

"Ok, Blondie, slow down." Tempest ordered, irritated by his pacing. "We won't tell her. Everyone will just have to pretend it's all good and fine. You boys got that?" Tempest asked, making eye contact with each team member she was in the same room.



"We can't lie to her." Dominic disagreed, shocking everyone he even so much as weighed in on the discussion involving Jordan. He had been so docile concerning her.

"You got any other ideas? She'll be okay if we all pull it off." Tempest assured him, her eyes narrowed at him for his opinion.

"Do whatever. You will anyway. Not like I'll be in there to talk to her." Dominic grumbled and headed out the door before anyone could say anything to him. Vince started at Tempest hard and she threw back the same icy glare.

"What? You got a problem wit me?" Tempest asked, folding her arms. Her anger was a front for her nervousness and only Ice knew this much but her anger was enough to make them all feel like they were walking on egg shells.

"Temp, come on. She's about to get up and come out here." Ice took her by the hand and kept his grip on her even though she started to jerk it away. He knew her so well he had been prepared for the opposition and led her into Jordan's room without much of a struggle.

"Hay guys!" Jordan grinned innocently, looking like she had been up to something. Tempest cocked a skeptical eyebrow.

"What you been doin?" She asked, sitting on the bed and making Jordan shift nervously.

"Nothin. Why would you say that?' Jordan asked, looking at the ceiling, not able to lie to one of her best friends. "Where's Tiff?" She asked her neck stretching towards the door.

"Home." Ice coughed and said at the same time Tempest replied "Eating." This made Jordan look at them as though she was suspicious of them. "She's at home , eating and you know, being Tiffany." Ice grinned, while Jordan stared at him, mentally drilling holes through him.

"Uh huh. I think I need to call her." Jordan sat up, reaching for her phone.

"Fine, do it. Don't cry if she bitches you out for disturbing her." Tempest shrugged, trying to play it cool as to not arouse anymore suspicion. Diego walked in with a syringe full of medicine. "Ok, now I know you been up to something if you need pain meds. What gives little girl?" Tempest asked, tapping her foot as though she was angry. This not only go the subject off of Tiffany but it would get a confession as well.

"Nothing. I didn't do anything." Jordan said, laying back, her face becoming flushed with the rush of the morphine plunging through her veins and giving her some relief.

"I didn't' say you did but you just pretty much confessed right then." Tempest stood up, stretched and then cracked her knuckles.

"Oh Good grief, J, don't get her worked up. Please." Diego winked cheerfully at Tempest, knowing she could use all the help she could since she had just heard the news of Tiffany's 

disappearance. "I like you being my patient but I don't want her to hurt you even worse." Diego said, covering Jordan up as Jordan grinned, her eyes glazed and her face drugged looking.

"She wouldn't hurt me. I'm her Darlin." Jordan giggled, making Tempest roll her eyes.

"You know, drugs are bad for you." Tempest leaned over, flicking Jordan's hair and trying to not laugh at her silliness. She rolled her eyes as Jordan burst into a fit of giggles.

"Besides, on a bad day, you can't trust Tempest to be nice to even me." Ice piped up and smiled lovingly at his on and off again girlfriend.

"That's cause you always mess up." Jordan said without a moment of hesitation. Ice ruffled her hair and tried to pretended to be mad.

"You got a mouth on you, little girl." He shook his head. He kissed her forehead. "I'ma take off you three and go get to work on some things." He nodded to Tempest and she nodded back.

"I'll be there shortly." She promised, stroking Jordan's hair in hopes of making her fall asleep even faster. Jordan's big blue eyes closed and in a matter of minutes, Tempest shifted to make a move towards the door.

"Temp?" Jordan sat up on her elbows, her eyes still shut.

"Yeah girl?" Tempest sat back down, rolling her eyes with impatience. She needed to get going to find Tiffany.

"Make sure she's not hurt, please." Jordan said, her hand clasping onto Tempest's.

"You heard, huh?" Tempest asked, feeling bad she had tried to lie. She grimaced and hoped it was the medication talking but she couldn't' be so sure. She looked at Diego who shrugged her shoulders.

"She's out. I'm bettin you'll have words when she wakes up. She was pissed but hurting."Diego said as a matter of fact as she cleaned up the room.

"Great, all I need at the moment." Tempest shook her head, the irritation only the beginning of the start of her problems, she was guessing.

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"Son of a fucking bitch." Tiffany rubbed her head in anger, seeing she was double tied up. "Motherfuckers don't trust me, huh?" She yelled to the door she sat facing as she tried to move to test the strength of the rope and the kidnapers' rope tying skills at the same time. "Someone's gonna die today and it won't be me." She continued, no sense of panic to her voice. The door opened slowly.



"Sleeping beauty woke up." The friend, her ex friend smiled, his gold teeth making her mentally mark her first target once she got out of the ropes.

"Too bad your nightmare is while you are awake, Just let me outta these ropes and I might just end it for you to ease your soon to be suffering." Tiffany growled, retaining her composure and not showing she was the least bit upset.

"Oh, you do have a temper, don't you?" He laughed, almost sounding like he was high. "I got a friend who wanted to say hi." he kneeled beside her, though keeping his distance.

"A friend? I don't keep very many friends in stock but I do keep acquaintances for target practice." Tiffany glared at him as she had a dreadful feeling in her stomach. She hated it when people said friends. That almost always meant someone had backstabbed her or her family. She was even sicker to run down the list of possibilities and then decided to let it go, seeing as only the closest people she knew wouldn't ever do anything like this guy obviously had planned.

"You keep talking tough to make yourself feel better, I know, and that's okay. Just don't be so sad when you realize I outsmarted Ice, Tempest and even you." The guy laughed as he took a drink of his generic beer.

"Please, don't you think it was a bit too easy? I mean, I got radars on me comin from everywhere. You aren't the first person to try this, ya know. Drop the ego at least till you get your plan carried out. How sad." Tiffany shook her head and ran her tongue over her teeth, her trademark for being so pissed off she was close to acting a fool as Tej would call it.

"So, if that's the case, where is Mr. Big and Bad Ice? And how did I manage to get one of your closest friends on my side? Maybe they got tired of doin your dirty work and wanted to show you they could do just as good a job as you and your brother and Dom and his crew do." The guy circled the wooden chair she was tied to. She listened to his words as part of her was thinking she would be able to snap this chair in half if given the opportunity to be left alone.

"Closest friend huh? How interesting. I don't know. I guess you got talent." Tiffany said dryly, clearly being sarcastic. The guy raised his hand but withdrew it inches from her face. "SO, you got this whole thing done and on lock , but you're scared to lay a hand on me? You'll have to work harder to convince me now. You just lost your edge." Tiffany tisked her teeth, a slight smile on her lips at his anger that was brewing. He was playing into her mind games, he was too dumb for his own good.

"Let's see if you smile when you see who I have on my side. He has inside info that I intend to take down your little empire." The guy rubbed his hands together in anxiousness. Tiffany began to laugh, making the guy look almost confused. His poker face must suck, Tiffany thought to herself in amusement. She was just happy he was taking her to get at her and not Jordan. That was fine by her. "What's so funny?" He asked, folding his arms and frowning, not finding her laughter funny at all.



"Oh, just that you think I tell all my friends my secrets. Even my closest friends don't know half of what I know." Tiffany shrugged, yawning leisurely. She was loving this. This was almost fun in a saditical way.

"We'll see when he gets here." The guy nodded, so sure of himself and his plan.

"Ok, I'm so amused I will even help you out." Tiffany offered, making eye contact with him.

"Oh, I don't need your help." The guy grumbled, not finding this conversation so funny.

"That's your problem. It's not like I can change my position or leave to take my humor away, you know." Tiffany shrugged, hiding her smile. "But, back to what I was saying, make sure that he isn't followed. Temp and Ice, man, they can just be so awesome at flowing people in stealth mode. So I would double check your boy." Tiffany advised earnestly.

"I'm not dumb. You want me to leave this room. Too bad for you I know how you work." The guy sat down and then got up to pace, looking out the window as though anxious. He reminded Tiffany of someone who was tweaking on some meth.

"Suit yourself, I don't really care. I just won't pity you when your legs get quartered in four different ways once my crew finds you." Tiffany sighed, trying to warn him. He just couldn't see her sincerity. What a shame, she thought.

"Just because you're queen bee doesn't mean they will give a damn. I bet they think you are the biggest bitch. I bet I could get Tempest on my side in a heartbeat." The guy said confidently, so confidently it made Tiffany hoot with laughter.

"Sure you could and the devil sells ice for his second job. You know the frozen kind." Tiffany shook her head, realizing this guy actually believed in himself so much it was just pure amusement. She loved little amusing vacations like these ones. There was a knock at the door and she took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself to see who on the team was on the opposite side now.

"Hey, what took so damn long?" The guy asked, checking the outside with a quick scan.

"I had to do some shit." The deep voice replied. "Where is she?" he asked, walking in. The guy held a gun to his head, shocking him. "Not that easy, Man. You got to prove you aren't just lying to me." The guy said, his shaky hand waving the gun towards the direction of Tiffany.

"Calm down, Man. Relax, I told you she pissed me off." the guy sounded exasperated but nervous as he clicked the chamber. "Ok, what do you want me to do?" he asked, shrugging. He was shocked this guy was tripping on him after he had helped set it all up for him to gain captivness of her.

"Go make her feel some pain. Not just some hit or some little thing. I want you to prove you hate her." the guy smiled as though it was Christmas time.



"Fine, that's not a prob, Cuz." The accomplice's footsteps were loud as they thundered into Tiffany's headache she was battling, her mind reeling. HOW was it he was able to acquire one of her best and closest friends? She had expected maybe anyone but him. It just didn't seem possible with the history they had had.

"Fine, just back off yo ass with that gun, man." The tall guy ordered, wailing into view of tiffany. She did her best to keep her mouth from dropping. "Heya Tiff." Roman cracked his knuckles and stretching,

"Do what you gotta do. Not much you can do to me that hasn't already been done." Tiffany said, staring straight ahead, her face a blank, even for someone who knew her as well as Roman did to read. He couldn't tell what she was thinking and it kinda scared him.

"Hey, I gotta take care of mine and you shoudla gave me more jobs to get done." Roman shrugged, looking her into the eyes coldly. She looked away, then shrugged.

"I told you, do what the fuck you gotta do and when I am spiitin on your grave after I get my chance to kill you, well don't cry about it." Tiffany said, her voice even as the onlooker grinned at the small indication she was shell shocked and hurt personally.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX "She can't be far from his house. I never saw any vehicles come into the street and it was a closed street." Tempest told Ice, sitting on his lap at the table as they poured over a map with the majority of the rest of the crew.

"Why did you guys try to lie to me?" Jordan hobbled in on crutches, her frown making her not seem so pleasant.

"What are you doing home from the hospital?" Ice asked, his head popping up.

"I signed myself out. Come on, after all this time, you would think I would learned a few things." Jordan smiled proudly, her smile disappearing after turning back to what had brought her home in the first place. Diego, behind her, mouthed 'not my fault' and had just stopped in time for Jordan not to catch her.

"You are going back there." Tempest got up and said as though there was not going to be a discussion.

"Nope, I am not. I'm eighteen and I already signed the papers to leave. I got a bone to pick with you, as a matter of fact." Jordan hoisted herself up on the counter, wiggling till she was comfortable.

"A bone to pick with me?" Tempest tried to control her laughter. She looked around to make sure she wasn't mistaken, to maybe see if Jordan's gaze was on someone else.



"Don't play dumb and act like you don't know what I'm talking about. You and Tiff trained me and I expected better of you." Jordan earned a few uncomfortable laughs and coughs from the group.

"You are just too cute." Tempest said sarcastically, the lack of sleep taking away her usual good natured manner.

"Oh, funny. You lied to me, Tempest. And to top that, you got them to lie to me!" Jordan swept out her long blonde bangs out of her face.

"For your benefit, thank you!" Tempest threw up her hands in irritation.

"See, that is just the problem. You guys all try to protect me and do things for my 'benefit'!" Jordan screamed, not happy at all.

"Guess we fucked up cause you are hella spoilt! You can't even trust us to do what we need to do. What is it you want us to do, Miss high and mighty? Tiff's missing and I would like to get back to tryin to find out what happened to her, if you don't mind." Tempest yelled back.

"Get back to it, see if I care what you do. Spoilt huh? Maybe I am…" Jordan trailed off, tears streaming down her face. "It's Tran but oh, wait, you guys won't even believe me he has a twin and is after me." Jordan hobbled away from the crew and sat on the stairs. She gave up trying to not cry and just resorted to crawling on her hands and knees to get to her room on the second floor.

"This is why I don't keep company of many female friends." Tempest blew out a deep breath, looking at the map and getting up to go for a drive.

"Where you goin?" Ice asked, concerned.

"For a drive, to clear my head. I'll be back in twenty." Tempest assured them and slammed out of the door.

"I believe you about Tran and I got people working on it." Ice leaned on Jordan's door frame, not bothering to knock.

"So, I don't care anymore. It doesn't matter." Jordan said, her voice muffled from under the pillow that she had buried her head under.

"You care, shut that shit up. I'm actually proud of you, that you signed yourself outta the hospital. I might have to let you on the inside now." Ice grinned, sitting beside her.

"Where's Tiff, cut the bullshit." Jordan sat up, not buying his joke routine. She was mad at all of them.



"I honestly don't know. Look, I know we'll find her. That's what matters." Ice looked Jordan in the eyes. "Come on, things will be fine." He held out his arms for a hug. She hesitated, shocking him. She wasn't go to let them off the hook so easily.

"So Temp really thinks I'm spoiled huh?" Jordan sighed, staring at a picture of her, Tiffany, and Tempest.

"Maybe, maybe not. She's tired and she's under a lotta stress right now." Ice defended his girlfriend.

"It doesn't matter. She can be pissed at me." Jordan leaned back, her knee throbbing. Ice looked at the knee, then to the pillow, then back at her. He kept doing it to indicate for her to prop it up. "UGH." She muttered, doing it in a huff.

"Thank you. I didn't order you to do it, you made the decision. Is that a better way to do that?" Ice grinned, being mischievous.

"Shut tat shit up." Jordan mocked him and Tiffany's favorite saying as she threw a pillow at his head. "How do you know she'll be ok?" She turned serious after thinking over what he had said.

"Come on. You know Tiff." Ice laughed, acting like he was in a boxing ring and making some punches in the air. "She used to beat me up at times growin up so I know she can take on the best of 'em." he whispered, looking around as though it was some big gigantic secret he was disclosing to her.

"I knew you would be up here." Tempest looked pointedly at Ice, then looked at Jordan.

"I'll apologize if you do and we'll leave it at that, deal?" She asked, her mind on more important things at the moment.

"What was that?" Jordan asked, batting her eyes innocently and for spite.

"Screw it, I'm not gonna sit here and plead at your mercy, Jordan." tempest said as she walked out, leaving Jordan looking rather shocked at how short her fuse was.

"I'm tired." Jordan coughed, shifting as she laid back down, not wanting to even discuss anything further.

"You feel a little warm, so be careful. If we go to get her, I'll let you come." Ice promised, feeling her forehead.

"I just want Tiff and Temp back and things to be okay." Jordan sighed, exhausted as she fought her eyes that were closing despite her attempts to keep them open. He covered her up and left her room, shutting the door.



"Nice of you to make her feel better." Tempest said, opening a twenty ounce Pepsi as she sat at the top of the stairs.

"Just go in there and talk to her. You would feel much better." Ice suggested.

"Nope, she made her choice how she was gonna act to me." Tempest sighed, shaking her head.

"Look, I know she pissed you off and I'm proud of you telling her off and being real wit her but she's trying to figure all this shit out too. She's scared out of her mind but she don't want you to know that." Ice reasoned.

"Look, Ice, I'm not stupid and I know that, okay?" Tempest leaned back on the wall she was by and closed her eyes. Ice put his arms around her and held her close.

"It's gonna work out." Ice stated confidently, loving this side of Tempest. It was one of the few times he got to hold her and actually treat her like his girlfriend.

"Yeah, yeah." Tempest sighed, closing her eyes. In an instant, she was asleep and breathing heavily. He picked her up and carried her to her room, covered her up and laid beside her, his mind reeling in thoughts of where his sister might be.