The Irishman's Woman: Jennifer

by LUVINGJOVAN

Hayes sat in front of his monitor watching the love fest unfold. He seethed at the sight of John showing off. It made his lack of success in this area more painfully clear. Fingering the long sharpened hunter's knife he called justice he licked his lips, as McBain picked her up and carried her to the bed ripping off the remainder of her clothes. In all the years he's shadowed McBain he never saw him once touch a woman outside of Caitlyn.

Hearing their discussion he realized that he really missed out on this Chicago trip. The footage he would have gotten then would've been superb. Seeing her now on top of McBain made Hayes grunt with frustration.

He salivated over the arch of her back and her long silky black hair swaying slowly with the up down movements she was commanding with her hips. Running the sharp knife down the inside of his palm he looked at the flawless color of pecan brown skin and imagined cutting into it.

Carving out his justice.

Slowly he lowered his hand to his lap and touched himself as the murderous thoughts and images of her squirming in pain continued to arouse him.

Later that night

John ran his fingers through Evangeline's hair looking up at the ceiling. She lay on his chest listening to him breathe.

"Angel"

"Yes" she said smiling again at the fact that he insisted on calling her that.
"Please tell me why you are with him. I need to know."
Evangeline sighed and started to lift up but John moved his arm keeping her to his chest.
"I need to know Evangeline, please."

She thought about what Jason said. She wouldn't betray him but their love was a complicated one and she needed to talk about it.

"Four years ago, I had a client who was desperate to escape the brutality of her boyfriend. I did probono work in Port Charles and domestic violence cases were my specialty. I knew all the shelters, programs and advocates that protected women who were so victimized they refused to protect themselves." Evangeline sighed with frustration recalling some of the most horrific cases of abuse she'd witnessed during that time.

"I was successful in helping these ladies escape through divorce and relocation. Anyway this girl that came to me beaten, scared holding a six month old on her hip was said that she got my number from a friend. She was terrified. She wanted me to help her get a restraining order and get into some type of shelter. My arrogance made me stupid. I thought I was some type of beacon for justice. I didn't take the threat as serious and put her through the same process I'd done for others in her situation. She was so young and I was so swamped she wasn't a priority. I sent her back to stay with friends and promised that I would find somewhere for her to move too. Signals got cross in my caseload and my office filed a restraining order on her behalf before I had her secured. When he found out about the restraining order he found her and beat her into a coma."

John winced. "My god, Evangeline that's horrible."

Evangeline felt her tears well up. "It was and she had a helpless baby too. She lay in the hospital with a fractured skull and her child now turned over to social services. No one in the world to care about a life shattered, and the person that she reached out to for help failed her miserably"

John shook his head "You didn't….."

"I wanted justice! I went to the police and they could put nothing together on the attack. No one would talk. So I decided to get the evidence on my own. The first thing I found out is that he worked for Corinthos. I read in the papers what type of man he was, but I didn't care. I didn't protect her, I didn't help her. It was all my fault."

John rubbed her back confused. What did this have to do with Jason? Listening he heard her voice cracking several times and his heart softened more toward her. She must have battled some extreme guilt over the attack. He could understand that. The guilt he carried over Caitlyn's death haunted him in every moment.

Evangeline ran her hand over his chest recalling what happened to Ciara and her and shivered. "I went to Corinthos, I demanded that he help me deal with that animal that brutalized her. Of course he wanted nothing to do with it. I pleaded with him the entire time even offered my services free if he just dealt with him and freed her from the agony of being stalked and hunted by that animal. Sonny still refused to hear me. Jason was there and he listened silently. He watched me beg and scream. Before it was over I called them murderous thugs. I told them I hoped they all rot in hell."

"Good for you" John said.
Evangeline shook her head on his chest. "That's not all John."
"Okay"
"You have to understand. I was sick with guilt. I know now that the legal system is the only way to deal with animals like the one that almost killed her. But then, I didn't care my guilt made me reckless and it almost cost me my life."

John stroked her hair. "What happened?"
"I left extremely upset and went to the hospital. I was told by the doctors that she would suffer with seizures and permanent memory loss for the rest of her life. John she didn't know her baby. She didn't know me. She barely knew how to wipe herself."

"After that blow I could take no more. I left the hospital and drove for hours trying to find a way to reasonably deal with my pain and the horror that surrounded me daily. Violence changes you, and when you heap on the injustice of the weak and the perversion of the cruel into your daily life it can erase who you are."

John found her analogy interesting. Caitlyn's death did exactly that. His obsession with Hayes over the years made him cold and angry. She was the first breath of life to enter his world in a long time. Evangeline stiffened and recalled the night she could've died.

"Coming into my place I barely closed the door when someone grabbed my throat and threw me back into the wall. I think I blacked out temporarily because when I came to I was being hit with painfully crushing blows as my clothes were ripped from my body."

John squeezed her tightly. He didn't want to hear that she was raped by that monster. "Angel did he…"
"No, Jason stopped him."
"What?"
"That's right Jason followed me that night, to the hospital and through the streets of Port Charles, then eventually home. He later said he was working up the nerve to come in and talk to me when he saw him arrive. Luckily he got to me in time."
"What did he do to him?"
"I don't know." She said dryly
"Well who was this man that did these things?"
"I can't say. What I can say is that Jason saved my life. When he brought me to the hospital, I had two fractured ribs and a broken arm. I was semi conscious with severe head wounds. He stayed by my side never leaving."
"My god."
"Sonny came to see me days later."
"Sonny?"

"Yes, Jason worked for Sonny. According to him the debt of saving my life was to be paid back to Sonny. That's when I learned who my prince was and his undying allegiance to a man so unworthy of it. He nursed me back to health. He wouldn't or couldn't absolve me of the debt that Sonny claimed on my legal talents and I didn't care. I wanted to protect Jason just as much as he wanted to protect me. We were…are a team."

John shook his head. The complications of her entanglements with this man were overwhelming for him.

"Jason did a great thing in saving you but you don't owe him your life because of it."

Evangeline sat up and looked at her Irishman, to hear her story would make a person come up with hundreds of plausible reasons why the toxic relationship she had with her dark prince should end.

Hell she's even tossed them around her head. But to live her story was something else. To be a victim of that kind of violence does something to you. You carry it with you like a stain on your soul. It taints what's pure and innocent in you. She would have never dealt with a violent man under any circumstances prior to her attack. But Jason was different. He will always be different to her. She couldn't explain that.

"I'm sorry but you're wrong. I like you, god I could even fall in love with you. But the bound I share with Jason goes beyond who and what you think he is. The debt for my life has been paid to Sonny and I know longer work for him. Jason however is bonded to me and I will owe him until the day I die. Does that make sense?"

John stared into her beautiful face. "For now it does. But I have to tell you, the more I know you the more I want you. This thing you have with him its not good and I won't sit back and see you hurt."

Evangeline smiled and lowered her face to his kissing his lips, her nipples brushing across his bare chest lightly. She hovered over him looking into his face. "You are my Irishman."

He smiled up at her. "And you're my Angel" he said pulling her back down to him to make love to her for the hundredth time. They slept and woke each other up constantly with kisses and intimate touching through the night, neither of them tiring of the other. He was falling fast and she was taking the leap with him. She knew that Jason and her were over but he still owned a part of her heart and someday soon, she would have to figure out what to do about that."

The next day

"Will that be all sir?"

"That's it I will be in touch if you're needed" Hayes rolled his window back up and watched his assistant run back to his car in the rain. Thunder roared outside his car as he heard the continuous downpour. He met his assistant in the parking lot of some park named Angel Square to keep things brief. No one not even the people that worked for him knew who he really was. It was oh so delicious.

Sitting in his black SUV while the rain and wind of the storm slammed against his vehicle he flipped through the folder. "So her name is Natalie Vega, and she owns a strip club?" he said aloud smirking.

Reading on her he found that she was married to a Christian Vega who's currently serving life in Statesville. She was also a dancer for a while and part-time hooker, now she owns the place."

Hayes eyes gleamed with anger. "Then she's a slut. Jennifer was a snotty slut too
sleeping with the entire basketball team but turned her nose up to me." Hayes licked his lips he knew how to deal with SLUTS. He would take care of her today and make sure that the LPD let McBain know that The Slasher has come to town.

Throwing the folder over to the passenger seat the contents spilled and Natalie's picture floated to the floor of the truck. Hayes looked down at the pretty redhead staring at him from the floor her blue eyes sparkling and burst into fits of giggles. He was so excited. This would be fun.

The Palace

John rolled over and didn't feel his Angel in bed. Turning he saw her standing in the big window of his suite with a sheet wrapped around her. She'd pulled back the drapes watching the storm.

"Hey" he said

She turned around as lightening flashed outside of the window followed by a loud clap of thunder. Her hair wild from their love fest and her eyes dark and secretive. She stared at him with a sly smile and he remembered her words.

She'd witnessed and dealt with the cruelty of this world and there was definitely an edge to her. She conveniently told the story of Jason's heroic actions without revealing anything to clue him in on who the man was that brutalized her or exactly how her lover had saved her life. She had her secrets.

Seeing the rain hit the window behind her and another clash of lightning followed by thunder he sat up. "It's really coming down out there."

"I like the rain" she said smiling turning back to the window.
"Why?"
"Because.." she said in a whimsical voice.
Most people cower in the face of lightening she stood before the window relishing it.
"Come back to bed" he said

She turned her head over her shoulder and looked at him seductively. "Why?"
"Because I want to go back to heaven and you're the Angel to take me there."

She laughed that musical laughter of hers and came back around to the bed dropping the sheet along the way. He watched her body in the dimly lit room because of the darkness of the storm brewing outside. She crawled onto the bed in a feline like maneuver coming slowly over him. He leaned back at her approach and smiled at the devilish look on her face. "Why is it that I can't get enough of you Angel?"

She didn't respond. Slowly she flicked her tongue at his mouth and he opened to receive it. As soon as it came inside another booming sound of thunder filled the room and he thought it was a perfect sound effect to the thunder he felt in his chest every time she touched him.

Hayes drove through the rain struggling to see the road. It was 10 am and he was positive that the club wasn't open yet. He would try her home first and then if he couldn't locate her there he would case the club until she arrived. Either way tonight he got his revenge and touching the sharp long serrated hunting knife he felt another shiver of excitement run down his back.

He would kill the slut and make her pay for taunting him. He didn't care that she called herself Natalie Vega, to him she was Jennifer plain and simple.