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Part One
Jason cockeded the gun in his hand when he got out of the vehicle and lowered it to his side. Micheal was supposed to be inside the warehouse, with his father, most likely scared and afraid. It was all the brown haired man could do to keep from running into the building as fast as he could.
But, his head knew that if he were to do that, and overlook certain details, they might never get Micheal back.
Slowly, Jason crept towards the nearest entrance to the building, the gun in his hand pointed to the ground, a holding position. His blue eyes shifted back and forth before he turned to look behind him. Nothing there
An eerie chill came over him. It's too quiet, he thought. As soon as it crossed his mind, he heard the ground move over by the SUV. He spun towards it, and he heard the gravel move again. Nothing was near the vehicle, but he could see something 50 feet away, though he couldn't identify it. Another snap came, from behind, only this one was sharper. Electric. Jason turned back to the warehouse, and saw a spark inside. Ignoring the fact that he'd heard a different sound from the same direction moments before, he stepped back towards his SUV. As he moved back, ore of the night sky came into view and he saw the smoke he'd seen before rising from the roof of the building. A wondow about 200 feet to his left shattered. Another electric snap
Flames licked the window frame now that the glass was blown out. Jason thought he was seeing things until a window shattered again. As much as he wished i t wouldn't, his heart started to race and felt like a hammer pounding in his chest. His nerves started to unravel and the single though in his mind was to run inside and find Micheal.
He couldn't be reckless. He couldn't. Micheal's life was on the line. They couldn't still be inside if the warehouse was on fire, even though so far it just looked like it was the second story. AJ wouldn't be so stupid as to kill himself and Micheal in a warehouse fire after finally stealing his son.
Maybe.
Possibly.
His brother was unpredictable.
Another window blew out, and Jason didn't hear the footsteps behind him, about 150 feet away now. The man stood and watched his brother stare at the building, a malicious grin spead across his face. He took a step backwards, making sure to grind his foot on some of the rocks to get Morgan's attention.
It worked. Jason turned, gun straight out in front of him and his index finger resting lightly on the trigger.
"Took you long enough, baby brother." AJ sneered.
Jason's blue eyes turned ice cold as he pinned him with a stare. "Where's Micheal, AJ?"
A window burst on the second floor right behind him and Jason could hear the flames as they traveled the room.
AJ shrugged. "You mean my son? Didn't Faith tell you where he is, where we were holding him?" He watched as Jason tossed a glance towards the building. He enjoyed playing with the mob hitman, he knew that his devotion to Micheal would cloud his judgement and he wouldn't act recklessly. It would give her some time... "Oh, so she did? Well, there's your answer."
"He's not still in there," Jason stated, his finger itching to pull the trigger, but he knew he'd have to wait. The black haired man in front of him, his sibling by blood and nothing else, chuckled evily.
"Really? I could have sworn he was when I came out. You know, he fights. He's definitely Carly's son, I can't deny that." AJ paused, to watch the expression on his brother's face. "He's also a lot like Sonny, whch is quite sickening if I can be honest with you. He's a fighter, but he acts like he'a s mobster capable of killing people. He gets that from Sonny. And you. Do you even see it, Jason? Do you see what you and Sonny have done to my son?"
Jason didn't acknowledge that statement with a direct response. He wasn't going to let AJ bait him. His focus was to get Micheal away from AJ and back to his parents. His real family. That didn't include AJ. "Do you realize the warehouse is on fire? Is Micheal in there or not?" Jason yelled.
