Chapter 8
"Son of a bitch!" the man laughed, "Well, he's still got it in him, huh? He doesn't give up, does he?"
"Mutherfucker." Said another and started to kick the unconscious man all over his body. It would hurt later when he woke again. "The girl and the baby have been picked up, sir." Continued the man.
"Good, good…. Was she scared?"
"Cried for him" he said while pointing at Jack and continued "when she realized what was going on. Wanted to know where he was, if he was ok; all that ya know?"
"What did you say?"
"Nothing, sir. Just told her to shut up, take care of the baby. I told her we weren't going to kill her as long as she didn't cause any trouble."
"Good man. I'll make sure Joe knows about your loyalty… He would've killed you if you hurt her." The man paced a little. "Alright. Get the men ready and load Isabelle and Jack into the plane. Don't hurt her or the baby. Oh, and retie Jack's legs together. Put barbed wire this time. That way any movement he does will hurt and he won't be able to get free." He smiled evilly. "Tie his wrists like that too. Make the sonofabitch suffer. Hell, he deserves it…" The man got to work.
Jeff left the room and all the work to his workers. He'd deal with Isabelle. He didn't dare insult her to her face or under his breath. Joe would forgive his little princess but he would punish her. It was just up to him. He walked into the room they had placed her. It wasn't much of a prison for her; it had everything: a crib, a bed, a mini-fridge, food, a sink and toilet and even a rocking chair. He knocked on the door before entering. She was locked in but he would announce himself before he entered.
She was seated in the rocking chair and was feeding her son. The kid looked exactly like his dad, Joe would not like that. She was crying but looked up when he entered.
"Jeff," she asked in a small voice, "where's Jack? Is he ok? Is he alive?"
Jeff looked at her and felt bad for her. It was just her luck to fall in love with an undercover agent and then leave with him. What the hell was she thinking? She must've known it wouldn't go over well with her father. "He's alive. We're leaving so let's go."
"Where are we going? Is he coming too? Please don't hurt him! Please…"
"Isabelle, we're going home. I'm not going to kill him but you know your father will. Now, stop asking questions."
The two left the residence and climbed into a SUV. It was already early morning. They were going to take a private plane back to LA. After a few minutes of waiting for the rest of the large group, Jack was dragged outside. He appeared to still be unconscious. Two men were dragging him between them and his head and body appeared to be lagging. Upon seeing her unconscious husband, Isabelle screamed his name and started sobbing. She tried to open the door of the car to go to him but Jeff restrained her gently. "Isabelle, don't make it harder on yourself and him. Think of you baby. Please don't make me hurt you."
Jack heard his name and his head shot up. He started fighting against his restraints and his captors. He needed to get to her. He had to help her. He tried to scream her name but couldn't manage because they had gagged him again. He felt his restraints slice through his skin and felt warm blood trickle from them.
Jeff popped his head out of the car and shouted an order: "Just put him in the trunk of the other SUV."
The men obeyed and none too nicely forced Jack into one of the waiting vehicles. Jack ignored his pain and decided to try to fight back. To stop him, his captors pushed him against one of the cars and started to beat him. It was in plain eyesight of Isabelle who was quietly sobbing to herself. She watched as they repeatedly punched him in the stomach. One man walked away about a pace and, once enough distance was between him and Jack, kicked him hard in the groin. Jack doubled over and fell hard to the ground. It was evident he had screamed. The pain was intense. He started to choke on his gags again. Someone pulled him by the hair to get his attention. "Jack… Jack… Can you hear me, Jack? Nod your head if you can hear me, Jack."
Jack nodded his head. "Jack, stop fighting us. You don't want us to hurt Isabelle, do you?" Jack shook his head no. "Good. Then to assure her safety and the baby's, don't fight us anymore. Ok Jack? Every time you fight us or disobey us, we will hurt her. Just between you and me Jack, Joe doesn't need her anymore. All he wants is the baby." He waited for these news to sink in. "Nod your head Jack to tell us you'll stop fighting. If you do, we'll give you something to drink and we'll take out the gags. Will you obey Jack?"
Would Jack obey? Did he have a choice? They would hurt her and he wasn't going to let anyone hurt his wife ever again. He couldn't forgive himself about Terri. His soul would die if he stood by while his wife was killed again. He slowly nodded his head.
The man smiled and approached Jack. He was careful in case Jack was playing a trick. But Jack did not move an inch. He merely sat on his knees and let his captor cut his gag. When the dirty thing was out of his mouth, he started spitting and coughing on the ground. He was careful not to spit on anyone. Suddenly someone pushed a bottle to his lips. He gratefully drank the cool water. It was refreshing. They only let his have a couple swallows before taking it away from him. The voice started talking again. "Let them put you in the car Jack. We'll give you more if you don't cause anymore trouble. Will you let them, Jack? Nod your head, Jack." Jack nodded and they immediately grabbed him under the armpits and pushed him in the back of the car. He heard the door close. Someone started the car and they were off.
