Puzzling Pieces- An Even Match by cheer
A/N I decided to leave my note at the top this time, lol. Hope this update finds you all well and please(not to beg, well maybe just a little bit of begging) PLEASE leave us chics a review for cryin out loud! WE love u and appreciate you for it! Onto the story now.JUST one more thing...this format or somethingis messed up so sorry its gonna be hard to read. GIve a blonde a break and just bear wit it, please! thanks, CHeer
"Gawd, Please let me go or tell me why you got issues with me." Stacey moaned as an attentive Carter watched over her, sitting at a distance." Now what fun would that be? ALL you need to know is that your precious brother or Storm cant save you and if they could, I am sure they wouldn't . I know if I didn't have to have you for leverage, you would already be dead." Cater chewed on a toothpick, the one side of his lip curling with a smirk.
"You are sorry to have to use a sixteen year old to get at someone. You in Webster's Dictionary under the word coward?" Stacey asked, her thoughts repeating what he had just said. He needed her to live so there was no way he was going to kill her. That, at least, was good news.
"Ha. HA. HA." Carter clapped slowly, mocking her with a smile that turned into a grimace. "You are a sad story, Princess.'" Carter grabbed her hair, making her gasp in pain. She was feeling like she was cold but yet hot and there was no movement at all she could make. It was so irritating to her.
"Carter, keep your hands off her. Didn't you learn from Benny that damaged goods are no good?" The voice asked, sounding irritated.
"He can't be taught." Stacey piped up, her exhaustion speaking for her. She was so dehydrated and the loss of blood was making her almost delirious.
"Shut up." Carter slapped her hard across the face, the handprint leaving a big sting and making her once pale face reddened with a rush of blood under the skin, indicating an immediate bruise.
"you hurt her much more and Storm won't even want to talk with us., Now stop." The voice ordered and Stacey heard what she thought was a slamming door.
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"What if I don't feel like talking?" Taylor mimicked the last words spoken in the house.
"Good, cause ain't no one gonna talk to your add. I'm out." Storm walked out and slammed the screen door. At this point, she didn't even care if Vince disclosed her plan to Taylor or not because the way she saw it, she would just leave both of their asses.
She jumped in her car and took off, needing some time alone and before she knew it, she was being followed. "Oh, Please. Bring it on." She muttered, shifting harshly and gunning the engine. She needed something to take out her frustration on. This was going to be therapeutic and fun. She found the car wouldn't come up to her side and she didn't know if that was just a coincidence or if her mind was working overtime and she was too on guard. Hell, with Carter Verone, how could she be too on guard, she mentally cussed herself. Her phone rang, making her look down at the seat at it.
That was when it happened. She was sideswiped and ran off the road. She grabbed her gun that was stuck in her pants and prepared herself. She knew now that this was a matter of someone wanting to contact her and she was more than ready.
"Put the phone down." The voice called to her, a gun already drawn and aimed at her head ands the full figured guy walked towards her.
"I don't call for help, I handle my own." Storm shot back, trying to see through the dust the accident had caused.
"You always have, little girl. Too bad you can't be on my side. It kills me to do this." Storm's mouth dropped when she saw who it was. She stumbled to get her mouth and brain to cooperate for the production of words.
"Uncle Teddy? You … Matty killed you." Storm shook her head, still very aware of the gun still aimed at her face now.
"No, and it wasn't Matty. He could never do anything right. He's a puss and a failure That was one thing your dad never did get wrong." Teddy, her dad's former worker, laughed, making Storm hiss at him.
"You can't fight fair? SO you in wit Verone, huh?" Storm asked, her eyes looking like a deer caught in the headlights.
"So smart and pretty, yet too cocky and confident" Teddy tsked his teeth as though him killing her would upset him.
"You just can't take the fact that I ran the business and Me and Matty have all the stuff you want to gain. So, let's go. Take me to him. I won't fight. I want to see him." Storm folded her arms defiantly in anger. He waved the gun towards the car he was driving and she started in front of him. She, in an instant, turned around and elbowed the aging man and in an instant had knocked the gun out of his hand. "It's even now." Storm smiled wickedly, loving the fact she was able to score one.
"Too bad you couldn't be working for me. I could use someone as confident as you." Teddy tsked his teeth, reaching for the gun.
"You bastard, I'ma teach you what you shoulda learned long ago." She promised him, teeth gritted. :"I thing we should play a little more." She smiled wicked, karate chopping the very arm reaching for the gun. He punched in her in the stomach and she kept bashing his head repeatedly with her knuckles. He, in turn, took his foot unexpectedly and knocked her to the ground, knocking her feet from out form under her.
"you shoulda learned a lot more than just some simple street fighting." Teddy grinned, loving the struggle.
"I should? I'm going to pound you till you're lying in a blood fucking pool of red crimson blood, almost at death's door and then I'll have you take me to Carter so I can do likewise to him." Storm fought to catch her air, figuring one or more her ribs were probably broken.
You have such strong feelings. How sweet. You can't rule your father's empire, you are only a girl." Teddy grabbed the gun, pointing it yet at her face, point blank yet again. She held her hands up and surrendered.
"I want you to take me to Carter, Let's go." Storm held her chin up high, not showing fear.
"Such a brave one at that…" Teddy kept at his verbal abuse and motioned for her to walk towards the car. She did so, arms hanging down. In an instant, she turned around and elbowed him, knocking him to the ground and again sending the gun to the ground in a skid across the gravel of the side of the road.
"At least I can back my shit up." Storm kicked him in the mouth, making him spit out blood. She backed up, herself struggling to breathe. Teddy, only inches from the car, jumped in and sped off. Tempest stomped her foot in the ground after trying to shoo t out his tires. She looked at her damaged, non working car in frustration and sat down on the gravel, tears in her eyes. It was better to cry before she had to call someone for help than to let them see her like this. She couldn't handle seeing Taylor or Matty, or Vince for that matter. She got up and limped to the car and reached for her cell phone, accidentally hitting redial without knowing it." Hello" She said, her voice tight and controlled, though she was hurting more than she was willing to admit mentally.
"Storm, its Brian. I .." Brian was interrupted.
"I can't fight with you and hear how al this is my fault right now. Gotta go.' Storm started to hang up.
"I'm not …Please. Storm, please, I am so sorry I flipped out." Brian said in a rush of words, knowing she would hang up on him. She was silent on her end, making him sweat it that much more.
"Fine, I will kill you if you give me any grief, Brian g any trouble my way. You got that??" Storm asked, knowing he was an alternative to the fearsome threesome at her house. She wondered if Vince was okay. Focus, she yelled at herself.
"I won't. You gotta believe me. Where are you at? Can we meet smoothest?' Brian asked anxiously.
"I am Highway 87 and at he third exit off the highway, aliitle ways down for there and I had some car trouble so come get me and make it quick before change my mind. And come alone." She ordered, as though she was being nice enough to just talk to him. She sat on the hood of the car, her wits wondering if anyone would be brave enough to come by and spry bullets. She sat there, shivering at the cold wind that was coming from the overhead clouds that were beginning to form in groups, indicating a storm was on the way.
"Guess you could use a ride.." Brian grinned, after pulling up. His joking, easygoing smile disappeared seeing Storm's condition. "You okay? What the hell happened? We gotta get you to a hospital." he said, opening the passenger door from the driver's seat.
"Hell and no. And you ain't getting your little girlfriend to drug me neither, so don't think it." Storm grumbled, popping a few Tylenol. He looked at her, as though in awe or amusement.
"So, what happened? Did your boys kill Vince?" Brian asked, puling off, leaving the car to be towed, a wrecker already on the way.
"I ran into an old acquaintance." Storm shifted in her seat, the way she did when she was trying to avoid the subject.
"Musta been some acquaintance." Brian raised an eyebrow.
"you could say somethin like that." Storm said, her voice flat as her mind reeled. She stared outside at the fast passing scenery, trying to figure out what it was she needed to do now. She hated any setbacks, that only meant she wasn't getting things done her way and things in this situation was defiantly not going her way. Brian coughed, bringing her out of her deep seeded thoughts. "What?" She snapped, rubbing her shoulder that was throbbing.
"Where are we goin?" Brian asked as raindrops yet again started to fall over the usually sunny California sky.
"Anywhere but my house or yours." She sighed, leaning her head on the cold glass of the window.
"Strom, I don't know if now is a good time or not, but I really need to talk to you." Brian pulled up to a beach and put the car in park, the import's motor still rumbling.
"Now is as good time as any." Storm shrugged, almost feeling defeated. She hated to give in. She had to get her adopted sister back but she was at a loss as to how to do that.
"Right. Just try not to kill me. Can you promise me that?" Brian asked, holding up his hands in mock surrender, though his tone was dark. Storm could tell his seriousness meant it was more than likely bad news.
"Yeah, whateva. I'll let you live today. Go on wit it. I got shit to do." Storm sighed, closing her eyes from exhaustion.
"The cops came to me and they wanted me to try to take you down." Brian said, watching her closely for a reaction.
"And? I figured as much." Storm said, her voice showing no emotion.
"You did?" Brian looked puzzled.
"Brian, I had them put you up to that. I had to see how far you would keep your mouth shut." Storm admitted after a confused like silence.
"WHAT?" Brian's eyes became wide.
"Oh, come on. You would think if I was wanted, they could get at me. They all work for my dad. You bein an ex-cop and all, I woulda figured you would know my dad." Storm said, her eyes still closed.
"I don't do anything to that extent anymore." Brian shrugged, at a complete lost. She really was what all she had said and that made him more torn whether he should allow his sister around her. "Storm, do you think she's alive?" He asked, not wanting to hear the worst case scenario.
"She's alive. You know Carter wouldn't not play without some leverage." Storm leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes again. She was so, so tired. Just a few minutes of rest couldn't hurt.
"Storm, wake up. Your phone." Brain jumped after dozing off also. She grumbled some cuss words in her native language and answered it.
"Gawd, when I leave and don't give you info, what does that mean?" Storm asked the other person on the end of the phone, now more irritable than ever.
"Hello." Brian's cell phone was now being answered.
"You okay?" Mia asked from the other end.
"Yeah. Any news?" He asked.
"Nope, not a word." Mia said, her voice sounding with regret. She talked to him some more and then hung up, going to do some work.
"Mia, thank god. Unchain me." Stacey croaked, her voice wearing from being in the cold, drafty room.
"Afraid I can't do that." Mia busied herself with checking the chains to make sure they were intact.
"You can't do this to my trotter…" Stacey gasped, horrified.
"Relax. I'm not doing anything to him." Mia patted Stacey's sweat drenched head and continued to clean up tiny detailed items as Stacey stared at her.
"Carter will hurt you too when he's done with you." Stacey hissed, her anger making her head pound.
"I'm not going to argue with someone who's upset at being tied up and just trying to get unchained." Mia laughed psychotically.
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"Bout fucking time you brought yo ass back here." Taylor's loud voice boomed at Storm as he stared at Brian, obviously blaming him for her condition.
"Don't start your shit, Hot head." Storm warned, truly not in the mood for anyone's bullshit.
"HOT HEAD? Who's the hot head, Miss I can take on the world and can't quite figure out how to get it all solved." Taylor shot back, not expecting to see her wince like she did. She walked coldly past him and up the stairs to prepare herself to make a phone call she was dreading. This would be the end of her helping in her father's business.
"She didn't deserve that and she didn't need it either." Brian glared at Taylor.
"Shut up Pretty Boy. Go back home and find the kid so you can leave her outta this." Taylor growled.
"KID? That kid is my sister and it's because of all of us she's in this predicament so shut that shit up." Brian pointed at him warningly.
"Sister or no sister, She ain't worth all the trouble to Storm." Taylor shook his head. Brian's fists were balled, him resisting the urge to tackle him.
"I heard that and when I get this mess cleaned up, Tay, you are out the door. I had enough." Storm leaned over the top of the second floor, her eyes in narrow slits as she stare d menacingly at him.
"Storm, it's not worth it at all to do this to yourself." Taylor attempted to explain his reasoning to her, his tone softer than before.
"Don't make me knock you out again." Storm warned, taking off her coat to reveal a bloody shirt.
"You okay?" Vince asked from behind her. She spun on her heels, caught off guard.
"Great, why would you ask?" She asked with a small smile.
"I don't know, maybe the blood?" Vince asked, helping her take off her shirt.
"You think?" She stared at him, his eyes holding her gaze.
" That I do. Well, sometimes." He replied playfully. He began to massage her shoulders. "You are tense. You in pain?" He asked, his intentions honorable.
"Maybe I am and maybe I'm not." She teased him, her face inches from him. In the quickest second, they were kissing, lips locked.
"WHAT THE FUCK?" Taylor asked, his voice a boom, making both Vine and Storm pull back in surprise.
A/n I leave it there to Temp. Sorry it sucks, lol. I did my best., lol. It's now 230 am and so im a bit tired and decided to make it shorter than planned, so im sure Temp is gonna give us all a great fight scene. Take care to all and see ya next update. One more thing-PLEASE REVIEW, lol. Same old, cheer , tired or not, haha. I gotta mention the review thing, lol. Later, love cheer