Family Bonds: Book 2 of Sista

by Blackstar1979

Family Bonds the sequel to Sista. The the Superstars and Sistas have been through a lot that have carved out bonds where there were none. Will the past rip apart the bonds that have been forged or make them stronger? Reviews are welcomed as always.

29. Chapter 29 Carla's Dance

Chapter 29

Carla's Dance

Carla Fairchild-Jacobs, Glenn's wife, now is a free woman as she sits in her boss's old office and reflects on the events she had been through or learned about from the recording that her boss Sherman had been wearing. He had always tapped himself, but for some reason his men did nothing to save him. She found out after she was released that Sherman's body was never claimed. Carla would miss him, and she would get revenge somehow. Thinking back to the events that took place just before Carla was arrested and sent to prison.

Flashback

Just outside of Houston Carla drives to the location given to her. She talks on Mickie James's cellphone. "Ok tell me why the client won't give you permission to give me his name? You know I like to check out new people myself. How you know he can afford this?"

"Carla you are one of if not the best girl I have. I know your kind of going through some doubts but trust me I know his name and he's used our service before. He wouldn't cheat us. Do you have all the stuff on the list? Just think for the first few minutes I'm going to be with you. The guy is just a hermit with way too much money and time on his hands." Sherman Porter her boss, a 50 year old man with salt and pepper hair and a kind face says as he drives to the drop location.

"I'm almost there that is what makes me nervous why can't I see the house first. At least he's letting you trail us so if I have to get gone you can come get me. If they call about my son please patch me through."

His voice becomes firm "You can't leave or you'll break the contract. I'll send you a message on this phone what happened to your old phone?"

"Long story short my husband broke it. I'm here now what room are we prepping in?" She sees her boss and waves at him. He waves her over. Carla gets out of the car grabs her book bag and snatches her keys.

Sherman watches her exit her car. He would get 10,000 for his part in her delivery. She wore a tight blue-jean skirt and a thin band tee that tapered off just above her midriff and 6 inch heeled boots that came up to her thigh. Her hair was done in a pony tail that sat high at the back of her head. The guy probably would have been in jail if he didn't order from adult agencies. Sherman was doing his part, his service delivered adult females and males so the masses could have there their fantasy without going to jail for picking up kids. He worked with local porn agencies but Carla was his go to girl for jobs like this. She appeared way younger than her 25 years. She looked like she could pass for 16 with her small build and baby doll face.

Carla crossed the parking lot and hands her boss her car keys. "Sherman do you trust the guy I don't want to have to beat his ass."

"Yeah I trust him he signed the paperwork If you feel like that way just go. Carla he wanted my youngest and my best. I won't have you fucking up my reputation. I already told you he wants you to call him daddy. So as always it's up to you. It would be short notice but no one is irreplaceable. Tell me now because I could just as easily call Dorothy or April." Sherman watches for that jealousy he knew how to invoke in all his girls. Carla delivered she looked more like a child when she pouted. "I've never put you in anything worse than your old agency did. I like you, but honey its business first friendship later."

"Okay, okay I'm just jumpy I guess." Carla says sometimes he made her feel like she was just a number. "How do I look Daddy?" She smiles up at her boss. Knowing he would never mistreat her or get her hurt he never had. She now felt bad because he'd been way better than her old agency he did thorough checks.

Sherman hugs her and guides her to the stretch hummer limo that pulled up. "Get in Baby girl" they get in and the driver gets out. "Put your hands behind you" she complies he cuffs her hands behind her back. "Sit back against the seat and put your feet in my lap." He says as he makes sure to keep eye contact with her. "That's it baby girl." He puts hand cuffs around her small ankles. Not to tight is it?" She shakes her head no at him as she stares into his eyes. He rubs his hand along her cheek. "Don't look so scared, remember you have your cell at you finger tips, and I have the number and the address. For 72 hours you can't leave his house, but I did have him agree to give you breaks so you could contact me and at those times, I will make sure that all your needs are met. It's the weekend the hospital won't release your kid until Monday anyway. If your husband divorces you this will give you a big head start as far as money." She nods with a determined look on her face. He reaches in her book bag. "Good girl, you found it. Open up sweetie" she opens her mouth he puts the pump gag in her mouth and tells her to make sure it is in place correctly. He knows she hates this part not being able to speak. He strokes her face as he pumps the gag until her eyes widen. He stops when her cheeks are puffed out. Reaching in to her book bag once more he withdraws what he knows could send this deal south. He watches her eyes. She'd purchased everything brand new. "No germs" He smiles at her and stretches the band as he puts the blindfold on her. She mewled around her gag as small trimmers rocked her body. "Just shake your head are you ready for me to get out of the car yet? I won't leave until you are ready okay." Carla breathes heavily through her nose and shakes her head no. "Do you want to continue?" She curtly nods her head yes. "I am sitting your bag near you on the floor. You are my best my top girl. The driver is coming back now. Are you ready for me to get out so I can trail you?" Her breathing sounded a bit better. She nods her head yes. "Good girl" he runs his hand along her cheek "You'll be fine. In 72 hours you'll be 20,000 dollars richer and I'll come get you myself. See you later my star, my best girl." Sherman gets out of the limo taps it on the hood and steps back. He walks towards Carla's car. The limo had not pulled out yet. Something suddenly disturbed him he turns around and the limo was rolling towards him. The passenger side window powers down revealing his client. "I thought you'd be at your home Mr. VA…" Three silenced shots are fired, two in Sherman's chest and one in the head he is dead before he hits the ground. The client powers up the window and the limo moves slowly into traffic.

The driver speaks to Carla who now has tears coming from under the blindfold. "Your ears are as good as they always were Miss Fairchild. You miss the dance of life and death do you not?"

The heavy German accent took Carla back to before she'd met and married Glenn. That scared her even more than what she now knew she had heard the light thumping of a silenced gun. Sherman was more than likely dead now she was alone. She had to remain calm. With only being able to breathe out of her nose she had to concentrate hard on keeping her breathing at a rate where she would not smother herself. She had to survive this no matter what. Sherman was not only her boss he was like a good father figure to her. She would live for him and get revenge on the person behind this. The car stops and she is once again filled with anger and dread. The door opens, and as fast and hard as she dares, she kicks outward with both feet. She makes contact and a curse is heard.

"Whore you will pay for that. Do it again and I will send your toes to your Husband." the German driver says as he grabs her feet and pulls her roughly out of the door by her ankle cuffs she makes a gagged "oof" sound when her butt hits the polished surface of the garage floor.

Now Carla lay on the cold ground dazed. The voice confused her as the whole situation had. What was her old driver up to? Who was he working for that wanted her this way? He worked for her stepfather when she knew him last. Her stepfather died 3 years ago and that drove her mother clinically insane that's why when Glenn thought he was the father and wanted to marry her. Her dance of lies began. She wonders who his new boss is. Hands grab her by the shoulders and drag her backwards. She tries to plant her feet but the slippery surface of the flooring would not give her fashion heel boots purchase. She tries to make herself heavy by going limp. The voice she heard next was not anyone she would ever expect.

Monroe Vargo Glenn Jr's real father speaks to the driver. "Take her into the basement this part of the house is not sound proofed."

Carla was now even more confused if that was possible. Monroe Vargo was married and wanted nothing to do with her. Why would he kill Sherman? Why would he hire an agency? So many questions and no answers were afforded her. She is suddenly dropped to the floor. Her ass already hurt from her trip out of the car. Then she thought of the cell phone in her back pocket. Was it smashed now? She begs to be let free but it comes out around the gag as "eeeeease eet ooooo"

The driver grabs her by the hair and stands her up. "You will either walk down the stairs like a person or I throw you, your choice Whore." With hands fisted in her hair encircling her too large pony tail Carla steps down the first step and almost loses her balance from her feet being so close together. Not wanting to be taken down with her he lets her go and she tumbles to the bottom landing in a heap. He walks down more slowly and picks her up she breathes heavy through her nose. He looks at the gag in her mouth. "Your father should have invested in these" he pats the gag to let her know what he spoke of. "More tears you miss him. He should have paid my money. Lucky you have rich husband or your mother would be missing more than her mind. I broke her like animal then left her in the mental hospital to live out her days. You are a whore, but a valuable one. Stop CRYING it is weak." He pinches her nose closed.

Carla tries to lean away from him he leans with her putting more pressure on her then she feels her world fading. As her lungs beg for air just as her body shakes and she knows she will pass out he lets go. Air rushes back into her hurting lungs, as snot tries to take away her only air passages she tries to bring her breathing back to normal. She hears him walking away and tries to follow as she wiggles on the floor trying to sit up. Suddenly her blindfold is removed by Monroe.

He gets in front of her on the floor "That's the look I crave. Your anger if you're a good girl I'll take off the gag." She nods her head yes. "I think it was ingenious for me to tell that old fool to restrain you in this way." Monroe Vargo says in his far too Americanized German accent that is a smooth baritone like water in a stream. He smiles at her his unruly dark brown almost black hair and dark eyes remind her of Glenn Jr. He reaches behind her head deflates the gag and removes it.

Pain courses through her jaw from the tension of holding her mouth open so wide. She works her mouth open and closed and rubs each side of her face on each of her shoulders. "Why do you want me here? I know why he dose but I don't get it you told me that you were happily married."

"My driver has issues of his own. I am married I have a question. The boy in the video, when you were pleasuring yourself for the masses is he mine?" Monroe gets closer talking to her in a hushed tone he sees her quickly try to look away from him. "Look at me or I blind fold you."

Sherman had told her that he had deleted that footage from when Glenny had come in the room and messed up her shot. She sighs "Yes, but I told you 4 months ago after I found out that who I thought was the father was not him. That's when you told me you were happily married and could not help remember lover." her tone turned bitter.

He grabs her by her pony tail and pulls her head back until she looks up at the celling with the back of her head touching her upper back. "I am happily married you should have told me when you had him. 2 years ago I would have given you the world. Now I am stuck watching him in a 20 second loop as he walks into your room stares at you and calls you momma. Only to be thrown from the room by your boss. Your boss died this day because he touched my son. I recognized him on the film."

Carla hissed out "you can't keep me here this is kidnapping." She regrets her words when Monroe lays his other hand on her breast then suddenly punches her in stomach he pulls her hair keeping her from curling up she tries to bring her legs up to cover her stomach. He straddles her waist she screams out in pain with her arms trapped under both their weight. "Ahhhak" he shoves the gag back in her mouth.

The room is filled with her heavy breathing. Leaning forward on her putting more of his weight on her he whispers over the whistling sound coming from her heavily breathing through her nose. "It is not kidnapping for the next 72 hours you belong to me. When you don't see me I have rented you out to my driver for finding you and getting you here. I can't let my wife in on the fun we are going to have. Where is the boy? When he gets older he may seek me out. That is not an option might as well get him now."

"Uck oooph," Carla says as he punches her again. He squeezes his knees together around her middle taking her longer to draw breath. Trying not to cry she begs with her eyes for him to get up. He was 200 lbs at the very least she couldn't buck him off the pressure he was applying would snap her wrist if she tried.

"This will only get worse for you if you don't cooperate. Where is my son? He is not with you, not with the old man your boss," He watched as saliva seeped from around her gag. Carla's eyes were trained on him but looked like she would pass out soon. "I want only your answer if you curse me I will punish you more severely." He pulls the gag out of her mouth.

"He's… in …the… hospital…Houston" Carla says feeling as if he will never let her free. He gets up off her making it easier for her to breathe. "Please uncuff me when you are not here. I'm sorry I cursed you." Carla looks up at him through her lashes. This look she had tried on many people and been successful, she had got it from watching her idol Sophia Ivey through the years in magazines and interviews. Her look must have not worked he grabs her under the arms and pulled her to a wobbly standing position then sits her in a tin folding chair.

"My wife is not to hear you do you understand?"

Carla looks him in the eye "You hit me. You BROKE the agreement that isn't in effect anymore since you killed my BOSS WHY AM I…"Her loud words are cut off by him shoving the gag back in her mouth and pumping it higher than when she had first arrived."

Vargo walks around the side of her she stares angrily at him. "It is good your eyes alone cannot harm me. Let me tell you something you stupid bitch, because of your lack of class in knowing who you are fucking and who is my child's father you put him in danger. My wife is a female boss of a very power and ruthless family. She is also very jealous. I find you I thought I find him, but you hide him. Why is he in hospital? Did your boss hurt my son?"

She shakes her head no.

"Did you?"

She pauses then shakes her head no. He must have not believed her the next thing she knows he punches her in the stomach again and bile rises into her mouth and leaks around the gag with the acid tasting bile burns her nose. She tries to bend over. He reaches behind her and grabs her cuffed hands pulling upwards until she is in a reverse prayer. Pain rips through her shoulders and upper arms as she screams but little more than throat sounds can be heard around the massive gag. He then drapes her arm over the back of the chair. She starts to reclaim her breath through her nose.

"I leave you for now in the capable hands of my employee. We will talk about your treatment of my child." He blindfolds her at first she tries to lean away from it she then stills when he grabs her nose he finishes putting the blindfold on her. "Good girl, you are learning."

Days later she was sent back to her home to collect her son. Glenn Jr. wasn't home Glenn had tricked her and she'd been sent to prison. One of the girls had been caught with Vargo had been near and recording her boss and had recorded Sherman's demise. Vargo had been arrested when his impatient nature made him go in search of his son within her home. Someone had got her released she knew it wasn't Glenn and hoped it's wasn't Vargo or the driver. The Warden had let it slip that Vargo went missing months ago. Over the months Carla had slept with a lot of prison officials, she would miss the warden. The Warden had bought a lot of her porn on line before she was brought to the state prison, so for him and his marriage that looked great in front of the cameras but was just a hoax, Carla was like a star that he could touch. Whoever got her out had to be a pretty heavy hitter. She was free the Warden gave her one last fuck for the road hours before she hit the gate.

End of flashback.

Carla slips back in to her home in Dallas she walks to the alarm and disables it with the code that Glenn never changed. Walking around, the house had been closed up for a while so she figured Glenn and their son were on the road. For now this was still half her home. Curling up in the center of her and Glenn's bed she went to sleep. After getting a goodnight's sleep she went to take a shower and found clothing that didn't belong to her. He hadn't thrown out her clothing he packed it away, she'd found her stuff in boxes in the garage. Putting her clothes back in the master bedroom she decided she wanted to be as free as she could and she knew where to do that. She'd been locked away with a strict diet of sex from the poor warden. She wanted real sex and liquor. Then after her wild out period she would get back to getting back at the person responsible for hurting her mother and stealing her father figure from her. Maybe she could do both. She called Glenn, she didn't need him coming back and trying to send her to jail for breaking in. After a lot of crying and begging he relented and said she could stay. She asked when he was coming back he said as of now he would be away for a few weeks. He told her that since she wasn't the only one that made some major fucked up decisions he was willing to see how they played out. She thanks him for this chance to prove she could be an asset not just an asshole. He said they would see. She asked him about Jr and was told something that she can't say she was surprised, he told her that the Conner family adopted him. She says it was probably for the best. He said he just knew he couldn't be on the road with a kid, yeah he had friends that could swing it, but he and Jr just never clicked. Glenn gets off the phone. Carla dresses for a little fun and heads out towards Houston it was night time and time for some fun.

Carla was dressed to kill in a tank top and mini skirt combo. She'd done her trademark ponytail that came down to frame her face. Pulling into a Houston club that she used to hang in she gets out and walks to the bar. She got carded that always gave her confidence a lift. By the second hour she was at home up on the bar wiggling and dancing. She danced up to a dark haired guy that had caught her attention. He was alone but she could fix that. "Hey hot stuff." He eyed her up on the bar and looked back at his drink. He had the prettiest whisky colored eyes and a tan that didn't look like it came from a can.

Hours before Bradley walked in the bar with Cassandra and Rapture Cass wanted to go dancing. Bradley hadn't been to any clubs in his new city of residence of Houston. He was sitting at the bar checking out a blonde which was his female type of choice, when a mousey brown haired skinny female danced and twerked up on the bar to him and called him hot stuff, he hadn't had that much to drink, she looked like a cross between a professional and Jailbait rolled into one. He looked back down into his drink. Cassandra danced over he bends down and tells her to pretend like she is talking to him. She winks and mouths shit like groceries and he busted out laughing, skinny jailbait looked at his sister and moved on. He mouths thanks. Cassandra says your welcome bro then goes back across the club with the drinks she came to the bar for. Bradley paid for her and Rap's drinks. She hugs him before she goes.

Cassandra grinds against Rapture they both decided after the trip to his club that she wasn't going to return, but he had ordered a position chair for his place. She'd let him tie her up, and didn't freak out, it was just different with him. He spoke to her and walked her through what he was doing and when he wasn't talking to her, to let her know he hadn't disappeared, he would keep touching her. She had also got to do some of the same to him again. She figured he liked it more than he thought he would. When she'd landed on him wrong at his club, she just knew he would never let her restrain him again. She was wrong he'd walked into his bedroom with nothing on but a smile and some hand cuffs last night. Work was great, and she had a man that told her that she was his. The little girl that had been trying to get Bradley's attention danced over and tried to step in between them. Rapture just stopped moving and stood up to his full height and told her she was a rude little thing. The girl looked back at her and then back at Rap and said that she was dancing with another guy. Rapture looked at her and she was about to remind him that Bradley had bought them drinks and sent a message of thanks his way for letting him barrow his sister as a thirsty jailbait shield. What he did next scared the shit out of her.

Rapture says "is that right" He saw the words forming on Cassy's mouth so he grabbed her by her shirt taking care not to rip it and kissed his woman hard. When he stands back up he says loud enough so Jailbait could hear "We are leaving" He put a little anger in his tone and pulled Cassy by her wrist out of the club. When they hit the warm night air Cassy must have thought he was seriously mad at her, because she tried to pull away. He tried to wink at her when he kissed her, but for the first time since they had started dating, she closed her eyes when he kissed her. He glances back at the club door, and then down at his woman who was rearing back to hit him. He pinned both her hands to her sides and got close to her face with his own she tries to head butt him he moves his head back just in time to avoid the possible head-butt. "What are you doing?" She says he is not going to get to rough her up out in this damn parking lot over doing her big brother a favor. He let her hands go and stood up. "Yeah, because I really want to fight with a half drunk Bradley for hurting the only female that I give a shit about, makes perfect sense to me." Rapture suddenly wasn't in the mood to hang out anymore and walked back to his truck and got in, and texts Bradley that he was ready to go when he was. Cassy walks to the passenger side of the Expedition and gets in. She starts speaking about Jailbait and Bradley he cut her off. "Honey my memory isn't that bad, and since I'm driving I didn't drink anything else after your brother sent over the drink. I thought I was helping out by not giving away the fact that yall are really brother and sister, but I be damned if I am going to be feared by the only woman that I see as more than a human sex toy. Beating on women in anger that's just not my scene. Now if you want a spanking while we are fucking fine. For future reference I'm not with you to beat on you, and I'm not in to letting you beat my ass either, via head-butt, knee or fist. I'll restrain you, if that pisses you off too bad I'm not going to let you hurt me, because I'm not out to hurt you. Are we on the same page?" She says nothing looking like a reprimanded child. She looks down at her hands "If I was too rough tell me, if I was too anything tell me, but I'm not some little punk kid with an insecurity problem. Tonight I even winked at you, and you picked tonight to close your eyes when I kissed you."

Thinking back on it Cass did notice even though he grabbed her by her shirt it was not like snap your head back hard, like Chadwick would have done and when he grabbed her wrist she should have paid attention to the fact that even though he wouldn't let go, he wasn't applying that much pressure. Looking down at her unbruised wrist she felt like a damn fool. She thought back had she ever started a fight with Chadwick no, but she'd let Joshua have it a few times and now she been about to let Rapture have it, and he was just trying to not make her bro's little show of non interest to jailbait obvious because she'd taken Jailbait's bait and was about to remind Rapture about Bradley and her little mock talk. "I can't believe I missed it, I'm sorry Rapture." She leans over the front seat and kisses him on the cheek. He turns his other cheek, she kisses him again. He asks did this mean they were back on the same page. She nods and says yeah. Rap let his seat back as far as it would go.

Bradley had a good 7 drinks in him, the blond turned out to be a hooker, asking him how much he was willing to pay. Bradley didn't pay for what he could get for free. Oh hell Jailbait was walking over to Cass and Rapture. Bradley gets up when the big man drags his sister out of the front door. Bradley goes to walk outside. He glares through the window as he sees there's about to be a major fight. Cass was about to knock the shit out of him when he trapped her hands, Brad was on his way out the door, then it seemed to frizzle before his eyes. So he turned back around. He asked the bouncer if he'd carded mousy brown the guy says yeah and that she just looked really young but she was mid-twenties. Before he couldn't think of anymore reason not to go and entertain the broad he got a text that said Rapture was ready to go. Glancing outside Cass was standing there by herself then she went towards the car. Moments after she got in Rap's ride Brad got another text form Cassandra telling him to text before he came to the truck with a winking emoticon. Brad makes a face and heads back to the back of the club. He looked for mousy brown, maybe she was a hooker too, that was one cheesy line she through at him. He hadn't been called hot stuff since ever. She came at him head on and suggested he forget about the piglet and let her hook him up. Bradley smiled so she had bought it and Rap held his cover. "NO body like bone but a dog and your pretty thin I might break you." She hadn't fell for it she told him the blond he was following was smaller than her. "So you're a stalker now?" She says no she was just watching what she wanted when she put her hand on his crotch, he cleared his throat it had been a really long time since him and his art student broke it off because of his stupid ass drug problem. He'd robbed her apartment and she came back and caught him in the act, he left with only his clothes and her emergency credit card that she thought she hid well. He would never forget that night when the card got declined he'd showed up at his parents' house and ended up hitting his dad with a bat and scaring the shit out of his mom. "If you're a hooker you can let go."

"Boy if I was hooker you'd give me your whole check willingly, faithfully for the shit I know how to do. Luckily for us I think you're hot, and I want to taste you." Carla says in a breathy tone. It was cute playing cat and mouse with this hometown boy, but play time was over, he was going to either let her ride or not. He smirked and walked closer to her she kept up the pressure she was applying to his private area. He raised his hand to cup her face. She pulled his belt loop and he followed her into the single use bathroom. He locks the door and turned to her. She gets on her knees and undoes his fly. Before long he guides her head by her pony tail as she pleasures him. When he is about to release she stops he rocks his hips forward hitting the back of her throat. She makes a gagging sound. The warden nor Glenn was as long as this guy. When he pulls her free of his now wet member she looks up at him through her lashes as she licks her lips.

He pulls her up and turns her around hiking up the skirt this was sex plan and simple. He feels that she was soaking wet through her underwear he tells her "Put your hands on the sink" she complies and he starts massaging her and then inches into her tight folds. He fucked the shit out of her and she took it like a champ. He was about let go and asked her was she having a good time he should have asked after he got off. She turned her head and looked up at him over her shoulder and said in the smallest little kid voice "Yes Daddy" He withdrew from her he swore she sounded like one of the teen girls that hung at Joshua's place. Stepping away from her he zipped up and left her standing there against the sink. She asked what was wrong and called him daddy again. Bile rose in his throat, he was a druggie, or a recovering one, he went to jail for a lot of shit through the years but none of it had to do with fucking a kid. The fact that she looked too young to be here and even with the bouncer telling him she was grown, her calling him daddy was not the turn on she thought it was. "Don't call me that." He pulled his phone it was time to go, he needed a shower or some sense knocked into him. He texted Cass and told her he was heading to the truck. Mousy brown came running out of the bathroom and screamed that he wasn't that good anyway, and called him papa. She started crying and walking towards him saying crazy shit like she would tell momma. People looked at him and he could see the thought bubbles forming. It made his stomach turn, great this was all he needed to have happened in a club not 2 miles away from his new home. "I'm not your dad. Hell I don't even know your name, you sick bitch." Bradley stormed out into the midnight breeze and a nearby bush caught the meal and drinks he'd had. He heard the club door open and went to look up. From his purging crouch. Mousy brown swung a bottle at his head and he saw stars the next thing he knew, two car doors slam and she is taken down. Now laying in his own filth he looks up as guys come out of the club probably to whoop his ass for being a suspected pervert.

Cass gets out of the truck and so does Rap, when they see Bradley double over and start puking. What made her run up and gut check Jailbait was when she came out and swung a bottle hitting Bradley in the side of his damn head, he fell over into the bush. Rapture was picking him up when all hell broke loose, guys started coming out of the door yelling crazy shit. Bradley lifted his head and slurred not his kid. "Bradley you don't have kids." Jailbait gets to her feet saying that her daddy was being mean to her. Cass stood in front of her man and her brother. "Girl you're too old to be his damn kid. You look young but not that young."

Bradley was kind of glad the weekend was over. He'd went home Friday night Saturday morning after Rapture got him away from the club. The guys had stepped forward like they were going to touch Cass who had been standing in front of Rap and himself. Rapture asked him was he good Bradley was dizzy but could stand. He figured it was the fact that most of the drinks had already got in his system so no her knocking him upside his head hadn't helped he had drunk imported beer at dinner, and at the club, so he was plenty toasted before crazy bitch hit him with the bottle. Jailbait kept talking and Cassandra had smacked her ass to the ground again. When one of the guys called himself trying to step in to defend Jailbait and told Cass to get her fat ass away from the little girl. Rapture made sure Bradley could strand on his own, and backed the guy and his little gang all the way back into the doorway of the club. Cass had helped him to Rapture's Expedition. Bradley sat in the backseat and the next thing he knew Cass was shaking him asking him did he want to go to the hospital or home. He remembered saying home. They must have taken him up to his room because he didn't remember how he got in his bed and he was still clothed all except his boots. When he came down stairs the next morning after a hot shower, he was met with the sight of Rapture and Cassandra curled around each other on his den floor. Rapture told him by the time they got back to the house and got him settled the sun was coming up, so they crashed there instead of trying the two-hour drive back to his place. Cassandra asked how his head felt Bradley told her the truth. It was sore to the touch, but other than that he wasn't dizzy anymore. It was going to be a while before he hit another club. Hell he'd be the big 40 soon maybe it was time to hang up the frat boy act, no matter how infrequent it was. That shit was going to get him in trouble and trouble was something he really didn't need in his life, he'd been there, done that, purchased tickets, heard the band, and got the t-shirt and glow sticks. Bradley was enough of a realist to know if Cassandra and Rapture hadn't been there that night he would have had way more than a bruise that was tender to the touch on the side of his head. He was just glad he didn't get the hair cut he was going to get, then the bottle would have hit bare scalp. Nope, his hair was going to stay shaggy and curl over his collar at least until the bruise got smaller. Angel had teased him about wanting a skull trim. The last thing he needed was to get shit from his crew on the job.

January 19th had finally come Jonathon and Gloria were back on American soil and Gloria was finally fully moved in. When they had arrived, Jonathon called his girl. Angel had come to their home and brought JC, Jonathon held him for most of the time while Angel helped her set up her things, Gloria now sat in her and John's bedroom. Though they had been living together for a few mouths. Now that all of her things had come with her it felt like she was finally home. Her flat was just a place for her stuff, living here she felt like she finally belonged. Joshua had come by and they all ate and chatted.

It was a wonderful night and a great welcome home. Jonathon got a chance to visit with his daughter, his grandson and even his son. He'd got off the plane and as they waited for Gloria's belongings to be transported via truck from the hanger he called Angel. His girl had all the arrangements done for the Grand Opening. As Angel and Gloria fussed with Gloria's things, Joshua had come by. Something seemed to be bothering his son so he took his grandson and his son into his den and asked what was wrong. Joshua first said everything was fine, Jonathon didn't say anything he knew pushing wasn't a working tactic so he remained quiet and played with JC. Joshua paced and told him about Madan bothering to try to talk to Angel, and about his dad getting out. Jonathon didn't blame his girl for stopping the matriarch of his ex-wife's family in her tracks. Jonathon remembered the chaos that called herself Madam Sierra Springer, and she had better climb back under the rock she slithered from. Joshua reveals his concern since he and Angel were going to be in a lot of public places and Smyth's freedom made him nervous even though they had Andrew as a close protection officer and the STOP team Joshua pointed out that the STOP team had been following Angel when she was kidnapped by his mother in broad daylight. Jonathon pointed out that the Security was blended better and could now follow them on to private property especially Andrew. As for Smyth If he wanted to stay a free man that continued to breathe in and out, he had better not make a move towards any of Jonathan's children again. They speak about the club and his son had just needed an outlet for his buildup of anxiousness by the time Angel came in and said dinner was ready some of Joshua's approachable nature was back. In a few nights was LEGNA's grand Opening and Angel had done beautifully. After Joshua and Angel and his grandson leaves for the night Jonathon watched as Andrew trails his family back up the hill to their home. After a shower he walks into his room and Gloria was sitting on the bed deep in thought. They chat as he rubs her back and she tells him that she finally felt at home. "I'm glad, I know what you mean. Having you here with me though I still have to sometimes pinch myself to make sure this is no dream, you fill the parts of my life that I would have never guessed would be filled ever. Let's gets some sleep dear though I know I slept on the plane it's nothing like laying down in your own bed and sleeping next to your lady."

The next day Angel, JC, Andrew, Gloria, Cass, and Candy hit the mall for outfits for the Grand opening. Andrew sent a part of his team with Sophie she had a few meetings in New York that she hadn't been able to put off anymore from canceling them right before JC was born. She'd already called Angel to tell her that she had a safe flight. Luke flew with her and would take Ivey transit it to Washington D.C. for some lobbing dealing with the takeover of Grandville Memorial. They accused him of building a monopoly so he'd went to disprove the hospital's allegation, that he planned on stripping Grandville North of a hospital altogether. Cassandra had recorded him in front of the bluescreen giving his presentation he'd been LEGNA's first studio client in that manner. The video was professional quality and he'd provided her with all the questions that he was coming under attack with, and answered with the passion he naturally possessed. After his business was complete he would be driven back to NYC to be with Sophie since though she would never admit it to Angel, but Luke had told her that Sophie traveling so far away still wasn't one of her favorite things to do with all the stuff that happened last year. Angel didn't blame her sister one bit, yeah she was out more, but there were times when she'd look behind her making sure no one was following for a long time. The thought of going somewhere totally alone didn't appeal to Angel and she didn't see that changing for a long time. Cass was talking to her. "What?"

Cassandra stands in the doorway of the fitting room of the Ralph Lauren Store in a Lauren plus size black Lace Paneled Dress "I said, how I look in this dress for the opening?" Angel and Candy tell her to twirl "Yeah, if I want to land on my ass. These 6 inch heels are not my usual level of comfort, but where I was going to pants suit it, Rapture is out right now buying a suit, so I figured the least I could do was where a dress, with the heels I won't look like his armrest." Cass found herself smiling just at mentioning his name. Angel says the dress looked nice, then teases her about finding the tallest guy she could, to fall in love with. Candy froze and asked what his name was again. "His name is Rapture Sloan, don't tell me you slept with him before. Even if you have I don't want to know. He's used to you skinny chicks."

Moments pass as Candy has a look of alarm on her face. Angel turned to her and asked what was wrong. Cassandra looked like someone had popped her balloon. "I.. no Um, Angel remember the biker guy from the Last Ride that I spoke to before Deon lost it that night cause of Roman's presence? Well the guy's name was Rapture. Cassandra I didn't sleep with him but I think I'll stay home instead of go to the opening. My day had been a shit storm that day, and I kind of lied to him." Cass asked about what. Candy sighs and says "I told him my name was Dixie and didn't really tell him anything job related, my main conversation topic was my relationship with Deon. He was really nice, and I was surprised he stayed as long as he did. He was just a large stranger that I figured I would never see again I don't even remember most of the shit I said to him. I was plastered only thing that sticks out is the lie that my name was Dixie or something like that." Cass and Angel looks above her head. "He's standing right behind me isn't he?" Candy turned around, saw Rapture there, "BYE" he opened his mouth to say something, and Candy almost ran Cass over trying to get into the relative safety of the woman's fitting room.

"I'm going to go talk to her." Angel rolls JC in his stroller with her back to the fitting room that had just slammed the door. "Candy you said nothing happened. You said you guys talked he gave you his number and you threw it away after he left so what's the big deal?" Candy says Angel could have warned her that his big ass was standing behind her. "When he was walking up I looked up. What was I supposed to do, point at him say and here's Rapture. I met him at Sally's place. It's not like he'd been standing there long. I mean the only exit out of here is the fire exit, so you're going to have go back out there sooner or later. Though it isn't my place to say what Cass has been through, Rapture seems nice. Or am I missing something?" Candy comes out of the dressing room. She says yeah she found the greatest escape ever into a hall of rooms that had no exit. "I get it. He's a big dude looks like a badass, but you really think the fact that it says woman's dressing room would have stopped him if he really meant to get after you? Candy you're like a sister to me please come back out I'll come with you and you can't just ditch the Opening. You, Joshua, Vash, and Deon are preforming with Slash remember, so if there is nothing I'm missing please come on back out. Is there something I'm missing?" Candy sighs and says no, he surprised her mostly and Angel had a point, if he was really pissed at her running back here and locking one of these flimsy doors would have been non effective in stopping him. They head back out and hear Cass asking Rap what happened between him and Candy for her to run like that. He shrugs and says he thought they had a nice talk, and he even told her that if she didn't call there would be no hard feelings. Candy apologizes saying he looked pissed and she bolted.

"I'm a big boy you didn't have to lie to me Dixie." Candy tells him her name. He puts his hand out for a shake she takes his hand. "Let's start over" Well Candy R my Name is Rapture I knew your name for a time now, and the thought of you hiding from me is crazy, and here is why with all the stuff that has been on the news your picture is linked to your band. Unless you have a twin sister that I don't know about."

Carla lay in her bed Friday night was funny watching Mr. don't call me daddy try to back paddle his way out of the club. When he showed her that he didn't like being called daddy and was about to reject her she didn't really get mad she got even. The house phone rings. "Hello" no answer "I said Hello, Look if you're not going to say anything I'm hanging up." A female German accented voice stops her from hitting end.

"IF you do that it would anger me and after I got you free of prison. No wonder he liked you are a classless pet. There is a price for your freedom, and it isn't money no this time if you want to stay a free woman you will work for me."

Carla was in disbelief the mystery was solved when the woman spoke but it couldn't be Vargo's wife. It just couldn't be. "Why would I work for you?" The woman tells her not only did she know where Carla was but if she refused the job offer, she would not only land her back in the system but she would exposed the warden publicly and send that little bastard child to hell in front of her before giving her free a ride to Hell or prison. "I don't even know you." The woman tells her to call her boss and that Carla and she once shared a mate, the same night. "I guess I don't have a choice then do I?"

"Dear we all have choices and causes and effects, you caused my husband to cheat on me in my home, in my fucking basement because he wanted his son, he got so wrapped up in fucking you under my nose that he stopped paying me attention. I stood at the top of the stairs on your last day in my home. That angered me, who do you think got him arrested. Your first task is to get dressed in some of your best whore clothing walk outside in the next 10 minutes and get in the limo. Goodbye Carla Fairchild-Jacobs until we meet again."

10 hours later Carla is deposited on her front porch by her latest round of guys. Taking the key to the handcuffs out of her shoe she unlocks the hand cuffs and stumbles into her home. She was sore and stank, she needed a shower. She was to do it all again tomorrow. The bitch that was making her do this told her that if she killed herself or ran the child would die. Carla knew she wasn't good for Glenn Jr. that's why she didn't seek him out after getting out and finding out what Glenn had done. She knew where Megan and Logan lived sure, but figured if she didn't go the woman wouldn't know where he was. The woman showed her a pic of her son. Fearful tears slide down her cheeks and merge with the shower's cascade of water down the drain. As she remembers the picture. He's gotten bigger and looked happy as he rode his bike on a side walk. She wouldn't if she could help it let him be hurt, or worse killed because of her stupid ass decisions. For the thousandth since getting the call from Vargo's wife, Carla wished that Glenn really was Glenn Jr.'s father. So she would do whatever it took, and maybe one day her boy would smile at her, and not look at her with confusion and fear in his dark gaze. Their last night together replayed in her mind's eye she was so mean to him, and when Glenn pointed out just how young he was, it just made it that much worse. At the time she'd last made him sick enough to go to the hospital, Glenn had said that Glenn Jr. was only 32 months old. Hearing his age in months as opposed to years hit her harder than she thought. The Judge had looked at her with disgust, the Jury had rendered her verdict after watching her actions on their home security camera in that court room, the jury came back before they could leave the room good. She knew she was done for they hated her more than she hated herself after watching just how far she pushed her baby. Fucking the warden was a set up because she couldn't be placed in general population. She had to spend her days in solitary and he would come a calling everyday like clockwork, right after evening meal, his old country ass called himself her desert. She built her reputation around having sex for fun in front of a camera. She told Glenn one time it was just sex. She didn't dare try to contact the Conner Family, one they would hang up, and two she feared if the woman could get close enough to take that pic, she could get close enough to snatch him. She needed to talk to Glenn. Tonight she was to try to seduce a man that was a threat to her new boss's plans. Vargo's wife had power and didn't like to share, so Carla's job was to get rid of the old guy. She had been given an invite to a gala and a dress to wear and drugs to knock him out, the rest would be done by the family as the woman had said. Last night she'd let her body be used by the members of a board of directors of a bank. When they were through groping her and fucking her, the woman's driver had thrown her on her front porch like trash. Photos would go out and to protect themselves from scandal they would pay her boss. Carla was in over her head, if she carried out her boss's plans she would be guilty of murder. Laying in her bed she calls Glenn. He cut her off and told her in their little coded speak to pick up a ghosting app. They texted for hours and he said he would get word to Logan. Carla asked about Megan and found out something very shocking about the woman she thought of as a big sister for a time. Megan was dead, she'd killed herself.

Jonathon drove to LEGNA and went straight to his office. Since this building was the exact same blueprint as the Ireland office he took the same top floor office. The Opening was tonight. He soon headed down to hear the rehearsal of Slash using one of his bands Joshua was to sing, not play. Though his son no longer looked like he was about to eat the microphone, when he played and sung, Jonathon was leaving nothing to chance besides Slash didn't sing. Brandi Carlyle had sent him a request to sing with his girl again. He sent it early this morning and Angel was more than happy to assist. Miss Carlyle was due in at noon. Cassandra walked pass and told him that the cameras were set up in the main theater downstairs. "Thank you" Unlike the Ireland office this building housed a theater that held 20 thousand people easily not even including the retractable orchestra pit. He radios Angel "Have you checked the dining hall there was a problem with the catering company?" Angel said it was taken care of and that everything was ready in the dining hall. She even sent him a picture. 'Wonderful. Have you eaten?" Angel calls him on his personal and says yes she had a bite to eat on the way here today. "There is lunch set up in the owner's lounge. Joshua told me what you called breakfast and dear that fig bar was four hours ago. Unless you want my son chasing you about the place with food. Yes, he's back and in rehearsal, I thought you'd see it our way. Go eat." Angel says ok and they end their call.

Over in Baltimore, Sophie after a stream of meetings head over with Luke to her best friend Adina's home. She told her friend that they might get a chance to swing by. Adina said as she usually did sure, but didn't sound convinced. Since they were avoiding Social media Sophie had a few photographs of JC. Cassandra took them and they were of very nice quality. Gregory Frost answers the door and must have just arrived home himself he still looked like he hadn't quite got off of work. Luke nudged Sophie in a teasing manner saying ha he wasn't the only one that didn't have time to change. Sophie had wrapped up her meetings and went back to Chase's DC home to change. Introductions are made and the guys shake hands. "So where is Adina?" Sophie asks walking in to the Tutor Mansion named Frost Manner Gregory smiled and says that she was in the painting room. Sophie heads in that direction. Gregory asks "So Lucas or do you prefer Dr. Sheldon?" Luke replied if Gregory called him doctor he'd return the favor Councilmen Frost. "Okay well since I'd love nothing more than to trade in that title for Mayor I think Lucas will do." Luke looked around as Frost went on about the house. They both hear when Sophie and Adina meet up, all that can be heard is rapid chatter that crosses back and forth between English and French. Both smirk "So you are from Sophie's hometown? Adina has told me a lot about you." Luke says good things he hoped. "Well if you made it past Chase after the Julius asshole you win points. Lucas, we just want what's good for our friend. I saw Sophie after she canceled the wedding she stayed here for two weeks. I will warn you that flirting with her sister or my wife will not land you in a very good position." Luke tells him how he grew up with her sister and though he didn't go to college with Sophie she knew where he stood on other females. "As long as you stand on them and not play with them. I've done my homework on you. I find it interesting, that before Sophie the only females you have been photographed with were your mum and older parts of your staff." Luke tells him that for the most part his other relationships did not last long. "That is sometimes a common flaw for people not willing to commit." Luke tells him what he told Adina about Sophie really understanding him and how his mind works. "So for now she brings you out of your shell in public, what is there after you have the level of public image you are seeking? Once the lessons are over?" Gregory raises an eyebrow

"It's not the lesson in social things with Sophie, it's hanging with her and knowing that she enjoys my company flaws and all. I felt a connection with her I don't have to hold my tongue, or explain things in to infancy for her to catch on. She gives me a since of wonder and I don't have to worry about did I not put forth the effort. Sophie doesn't hound me about working more or less. We make time for each other."

Amy walks along her hallway back to her room after her session with the group treatment. She'd been thinking about Chase ever since they had left at the first of the year. Her baby girl was doing well since her return to school. She didn't miss when Nikki would mention how she wished they could have a girl's night in and just chill like her friend Janet and her mom did. Chase gave her some good news. Her business was still afloat above it actually. One of the businesses that she had networked with, was holding a gala of some kind and Chase had thrown her catering business into the hat and it had been picked. It was time for her nightly call from her girl she'd missed it yesterday. Her group meeting had run long. Tonight she was the first back to her room. Her roommate had just come and Lena had asked could she room with the young lady as a sort of buddy the girl looked like her daughter by frame not face, but to think that this young lady was forced to be here. Hearing her story in the group meeting a week ago was a very sobering situation, which made Amy work that much harder in therapy, and in her program to come out on top of this thing. The young lady was from her home town of DC but they didn't know each other before coming here. The young lady walked in and laid across her bed the phone rings and Amy answers there is loud music in the back ground, "Nikki Is that you honey, I can't hear can you turn down the music please?" It was a male but it was no one she knew the music dies down and they ask for her newest roommate. Amy hoped Nikki didn't call while the woman was on the phone. She hands the phone to her roommate and then goes back to her side of the large room.

On the road to Seattle Washington Mark and a few of the guys sit in the back of their luxury bus with WWE Road to WrestleMania plastered on the side. Mark chatted with his girl and Paula on his laptop, it gave him a sense of Deja vu with a twist, he remembered chatting with Paula last year around this time only this year both of the most important woman in his world knew about each other, and were in the same room. Paula had told him about a new toy she'd picked for the twins. Janet had spoken about her trips to Ivey Enterprise and how the woman told her that she was a quick and adaptive learner. Having his girls in a chat room secured by Ivey web surf was a comfort that he didn't know about a year ago, but to know that no one could hack his chat with his family was a relief. Paul (Big Show) White sat next to him and leans over and waved at Janet like a big goofy kid. Janet waved back and laughed at his antics. Trish waves at Paula she waves back Mark hadn't realized she was behind him and looks behind him to see who Paula was waving at. Glenn walked to the rear of the bus and sits across from him. Mark turns off the camera and types to his girls that he will chat them later closing the laptop, he packs it away and closes his eyes under his sunglasses. Glenn said nothing which was a good thing because Mark wasn't up for any of Glenn's shit. HHH walks over and taps Glenn on the shoulder and says he was in his seat. Glenn gets up. HHH sits down and watches Glenn walk back to the front of the bus. Mark must have been tired because the next thing he knew HHH was poking him saying that they had arrived. "I'm awake" Mark growls as he takes his sunglasses off.

They are checked in to the hotel and Mark gets his script for tonight, he walks into his dressing room at the arena when turning to close the door he almost walks into Glenn. "I think you're down the hall" Mark was about shut the door in Glenn's face, Glenn stopped the door with his boot. Mark rose an eyebrow as he meets Glenn's gaze.

That the one statement was the longest stream of words Mark had spoken to him since the hospital on Thanksgiving. "Mark I have to tell you something and I'd rather not do it out in this hallway. It's about Glenn Jr." Mark starts in on him that if this was his way of saying he was going to start fucking with Logan he was talking to the wrong person. "What, no, nothing like that. Carla is out and." Mark tells him, good for her they deserved each other and to move his damn foot. Glenn looks down the hall since if he was going to say this he really didn't want to be overheard. "Mark I know you aren't going to believe me but what I have to say is a matter of keeping that little boy safe can I come in? 5 minutes tops that's all I ask." Mark sighs says he's got 5 minutes as he walks further into the dressing room. Glenn walks in and closed the door. Less than five minutes later Glenn walked out of Mark's dressing room, he told Mark all that Carla had told him. Mark looked pissed enough to throw him to the next city by the time he'd finished speaking. Glenn was off his game he and HHH locked up and HHH put him on his ass. He was in the main event a trick went wrong, and Glenn ended up tapping out. HHH bent down with the medics and told him he better get his head in the game, before he gets hurt. Glenn didn't have to pretend to be disoriented when HHH landed on him, he saw stars. Later that night he got a letter telling him to go home for a week. Just what he needed to be taken off the tour again this year. His luck was crap.

Mark plowed through his challenger for the strap he told the kid to keep up or go home. He knew he was in a mood. JBL came out of catering and told him he was glad he wasn't his opponent this year. Mark was pushing Shamus the kid had heart but he was going to need more than that. Mark let no one come in and just follow what was supposed to happen, if you didn't earn it Mark wouldn't give you an inch he gave you back what you put into a fight. Shamus walks up and starts bitching about how he was scheduled to win tonight. Mark looked down into the fiery expression and said "Then you should not have broken script thinking you could lift me over your fucking head." Shamus shrugs and told him when he was right he was right, then asked him if he wanted to go grab a drink. Mark agrees, it had been a long time since he just hung with the guys. He also didn't want Shamus thinking he had to catch his attention, guys started breaking script when they thought you weren't paying them no mind and he'd be damned if he let that rooster put him down. Mark hits his dressing room collects his things and Glenn's words to him in this room hit him. Carla had got out via her baby's real father now the woman was pimping Carla that he didn't care about, the part Mark cared about, dealt with the fact that someone was watching Glenny and threatened to take the little guy out if Carla didn't continue her whore dance. Mark sent a package to Logan with a letter attached via overnight mail. He didn't know if the woman had audio near them along with the camera they were using or not and wasn't for taking the chance.

Sally and Michael head to their seats along with Rapture. Their children were on the billing everywhere. Joshua was preforming and so was Angel though they weren't preforming together their band was mentioned in both cases. As they walk in and get seating, Sally noticed the piano only version of "The Show Must go on" by Queen. She knew who was playing, Candy had her own style. Her suspicion was realized when she points out to Michael, Candy leaving the stage you couldn't miss the blonde and blue hair, even with the lights turned down. Cassandra and Gloria comes out on stage as the house lights go down and the stage lights up. They welcome the crowd and introduce the new symbol that would adorn the building. They introduce the artist behind the LEGNA United States Logo and everyone applauded as a child walks out on stage. For winning the logo contest Jonathon's company awarded the child a college scholarship. The imprint of Jonathon and Gloria would be engraved into the piece under the wording. The musical acts start and the audience gets a surprise Austin Winkler from the band Hinder announces his new home as he put it. He was now a solo artist under the LEGNA label. Next Angel and Brandi Carlyle walk out and Angel asks the audience was anyone ready to raise hell. Brandi cues the start and Sally found herself wrapped up in the empowering song. A few more acts come on and a group piece is done by most of the guest performers. As food was served, Jonathon comes out on stage saying he wanted to keep the masses entertained, he introduces Slash and Personal Touch. When Joshua walked out to the microphone Sally knew something was off. He raised his arms in a cross over his head and drop both fist for Vash to start on the drums. Joshua sung "You're a Lie" by Slash and at moments it seemed that he was focused in one spot. Sally looked back where Joshua seemed to be glaring. She didn't see anyone but her son was clearly upset. Something is thrown at the stage. Joshua stops singing, walks over and picks up the thrown piece of debris and whips it back into the audience saying if anyone else threw anything else he and Slash were not going to continue and risk getting hit, the crowd would have the stupidity of one to blame if they walked right now. He tells the woman that was there for the deaf to sign what he just said. She does and the Spanish translator says the same thing. Joshua asks the crowd were they finished playing catch? The crowd collectively yells yeah. Joshua went on with the song he points at someone after that he finished the set of songs without looking like at any moment he would beat the hell out of the front row.

At the close of the final song in Slash's set, Joshua walks back stage and straight to Angel's office. Closing the door he closes his eyes trying to bring his temper under control. His fucking birth father was in that audience the fucker threw trash at him. Opening his eyes at Angel's words she asked was he okay. "Yeah I'm fine, you ready to go?" She says she saw his performance and asked who he'd pointed out because the camera didn't pan. "It wasn't supposed to, he don't need 3 seconds of spotlight let alone 15 minutes of fame." She asked who "James. I don't know how he got in because his ticket couldn't have had his name on it. I'm not going to the after party." Angel says she wasn't that excited about going since she was almost asleep before he started screaming at the audience. "Then I would say it's time to go home." Angel walks in the little room JC was in and Cassandra was holding him. Joshua walks in greets his sister, and picks up his son. Angel calls Andrew and asked him was James Smyth still on the property. Andrew says no, Angel tells him their plan on leaving. Andrew says give him about 10 minutes to get the truck to the inside covered parking lot, then he would call up for them to come down. Angel tells him ok and hangs up.

Gloria enters Angel's office and tells Joshua that Jonathon wanted to see him in his office before they took off. Joshua follows her into Jonathon's office. Jonathon sat on his desk and asked "You mind on telling me what happened out there. I saw you point out someone after screaming at the audience." Joshua tells Jonathon what happened and how James decided to crash another one of his fucking shows. "I'll see what name his seat comes up under, you say he was in the balcony?" Jonathon walks around his desk and pulls up the floor chart. Joshua points on the screen to where James had been sitting. Jonathon tells his son that Slash sent him a message his son asks what the message was. "Slash says well you wouldn't be the first band lead he's worked with that has stopped a song in the middle to scream at the audience. Though he says you handled it better than most. Are you both heading to the after party?" His son says no his wife, his child, and he were heading home. "Son, if you are concerned about James showing back up now that that he has been identified and tossed he won't get back in." Joshua told him that he and Angel were both tired and wanted to get back to the house. Jonathon smirks and ask "Have some stage rust do you?" Joshua put his pointer finger and thumb close together saying it was one thing to hit rehearsal, and quite another to get used to getting back to preforming full time after said rehearsal. "I understand completely, though I have rarely been on that side of the microphone even producing you are up longer than you are used too and unlike before JC was born your body knows you aren't going to be able to crash half a day to recoup. You'll get your stage energy back in time. It just takes getting used to. You nor Angel have performed at this level in a few months now. My girl really came through for the company tonight, she had less time to rehearse than you did, I'm just glad she knew the songs." Jonathon also saw how his girl had went back to her office the minute the last note was played. He went to check on her and she'd been curled up in the chair near JC's crib in her office watching the show on the mounted screen. With all that had transpired between the time they had went on hiatus and tonight Jonathon was just glad his talent and kin were well, and he along with his security staff would keep his talent and his children safe. "Go home I'll let everyone that matters know not to expect you at the after party." Joshua thanks him and walks back out of his office.

It was good Nikki was at the house and had agreed to keep an ear out for JC so Angel and Joshua could get some sleep after they got home. Nikki asked how it went they said great Nikki asked did JC have any bottles for tonight. Angel handed her the diaper bag and said there was enough prepared to last him through the night. The day had worn them both out, to the point that they held each other up as they went up the center staircase to their bedroom. They hadn't really worked in months. There was one thing to prepare for it thinking you had a few months before preforming but when Brandi asked her father to perform with her she couldn't pass that up. Just as Joshua and the rest of the band couldn't pass up working with Slash. They both fall asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow.

At the after party in the ballroom of Ivey Suites Jonathon makes a toast. A photographer walks up to him and Gloria and asked for a shot. Jonathon pulls Gloria against him to where her back was to his front. No side by side, no back to back, this was his woman and he wanted the world to know it. They danced and enjoyed their industry party. A little girl asked to cut in. She kind of reminded Jonathon of Nicole with her long dark hair framing her face. "I'm sorry dear but I have a dance partner." The young lady danced away.

Carla hated rejection with a passion. She heads into the woman's restroom to freshen up her make up. The target had looked at her not like a predator but with something liking to recognition. They had never met, she would have remembered. Pulling her zipper down in front to reveal more cleavage and changing her hair putting it up in a bun with tendrils framing her face. The woman he'd been dancing with walks in and checks her lipstick heading in to one of the stalls. Carla goes to leave the restroom the woman asks was she enjoying herself. Carla heard the tone like the woman was talking to a child, so she said in her best little kid voice "Yes Ma'am" and walks out the door. She takes great pleasure in locking it from the outside, sticks a hair pin in the lock and breaks off the end on purpose. They'd need a locksmith to get the bitch out of there now. Carla had to get the target she runs over to him. He looks at a metallic pink phone and shoves it back in his pocket. Before acknowledging her presence. "Hey your date or whatever is like super sick in the bathroom follow me she asked me to come get you." It was working he was following her.

Gloria finished her business in the lady's room goes to pull the door open only to find it stuck. Grabbing another paper towel she pulls on the long bar and nothing. She looks for a catch but there was none to be seen. The music they were pumping through this half of the ground floor made it nearly impossible to be heard but she tried anyway "HELLO" When calling out did nothing as she expected it wouldn't she start beating the on door. This dress was too thin to support her usual (carry with crap) John had her phone. All she had managed to get into her bra was her ID the phone would have made her boob look weird and her shoes were just that, strappy heels not boots where she could tuck the thing. Great now she would have to wait for some sloshed female to come to the loo just to get out. When she sighs and rolls her eyes heavenward she sees the air duct. She wondered fleetingly if she could crawl up there.

They get to the bathroom door it was now or never, he seemed to really care but Carla was only here to do a job. "It won't open" Carla says over her shoulder as she pushes at the locked door. The woman starts beating on it but with the music up so loud you could feel the vibration of her pounding more than hear it. The target moves her out of the way and yells at the woman on the other side asking was she ok. Carla stands to the side as he grabs the handle and tries to force the door open. Carla puts the ring her boss had given her on, it had a dart in it on the underside on the outside it looked like a big fake diamond. Turning the ring around in a nervous gesture. Carla slaps him with the dart in back of his neck he turned around and looked like he was about to murder her. Then his eyes clouded over and he slumped against the door making weird faces at her as he slid to the floor as if he'd suddenly with boneless. She bends down and whispers her boss's message "Goodnight Johnny Lee this is Vargo Recording country."

Jonathon had to stay awake. His body tingles like it had fallen asleep without him. He watches her blurry form walk away. As his world fades in an out of focus he feels himself floating. His movements were slow at best. He needed help was the unsettling mantra running through his head. With his last bit of consciousness, he presses his shirt com button, he can hear his team asking what he needed they sounded far away "help" is all he can get out before passing out releasing the button.

Mrs. Vargo's men walk in the hall and pick up Johnny Lee quickly half dragging half carrying his large prone form out to their limo locking him, down with the restraints they had bolted in the floor and quickly merges into traffic. Carla sat on the seat in the back of the limo with her hands cuffed. Watching how they locked him to the floor made her wonder why the extra precaution they were all armed and he was out cold what did they think he was he going to do to them?

Back at Ivy Suites Jonathon's LEGNA event security team searches the ballroom and the surrounding areas. Their boss had asked for help and it didn't sound like a command it sounded like more of a plea. They kill the music for the after party abruptly, ask Cassandra and Rapture had they seen him. They both say the last time they saw him he was dancing with Gloria Shannon. With the abrupt silence of the music they find out quickly where Gloria is when she starts beating and screaming let her out. The police are called when they find the shirt com, Jonathon's ear piece and his wallet and phone in front of the restroom door they broke to get Gloria out.

Jonathon comes awake to a splitting headache. He tries to put his hand to his head and found out that he was locked in place. Opening his eyes he meets the gaze of the female that had set him up. "Why?" he whispers. He was locked to the floor by his wrist and ankles. The young was sitting at his feet on the back seat of what had to be a limo because he was lying flat on his fucking back. The woman raises her own cuffed hands. He'd fallen for her trickery once today or tonight rather since it seemed to be still dark. Small pools of light travel over him and her as the car moves. "Back there you said Virgo recording Country did you mean Virgin?" He worked well with the top companies here in the US they had many cooperative contracts. She shakes her head no "I don't the buy the fact that you're being held against your will. So you can drop the act. Or don't. I care not if you are. You set me up and I want to know why?" the woman looks away from him out the window. Suddenly the car comes to a stop. They knew he was awake because someone above his head tries to place a cloth over his eyes. At first he tries to move his head from side to side he didn't want to be robbed of sight, he already didn't know where he was he wanted fucking answers. He stops moving when one of the dark figures that keeps to the shadows put a gun to his temple and whispers for him to stay still or die. Swallowing hard he stills and lets them put what felt like a pillowcase over his head. The person puts the gun back to his temple as they unlock his restraints and he is told to sit up.

Henriette Vargo, Monroe Vargo's wife watched as her men takes the man from her limo and brings him into her home. He was not foolish man and she surly did not take his non-aggression for weakness. Her only orders was to not kill him that would have left a lot to the imagination if he wished to fight back while her men were transporting him from the limo into her basement. Her little pet was brought in next. The girl had followed orders so she would get a day to rest. There were a lot of things happening in this area that Henriette wanted a part or a piece of. Her newest pictures of the little boy were ready. They sit her on the floor like the pet she was with her hands cuffed in front of her she knew what the men were capable of if she misbehaved. She speaks in German to her men asking had they searched Johnny Lee. Her men says no weapons. She says Phone recording devices? Her men says left behind. She smiles as they lock Johnny Lee McBride into the chair she had ordered it was heavy so he couldn't break it she would be surprised if he could lift it.

Jonathon was sitting in a high backed chair his wrists and ankles are secured to it and the gun is finally taken away from his temple the pillow case is left over his head. He knows there is at least five people in the room with him. The man with gun, the fake prisoner, he could smell her cheap perfume, the two people that locked him into place, and the woman that spoke to them. She had to be German his German was very rusty, but she'd asked about his gun. He like a fool had not carried one today. He'd thought there wouldn't be a need, he was at his own industry party. Rode to both the opening and the party in Ivey transit.

Over at Ivey Suites Gloria sat in the security office watching (without audio) what happened to John. Inside her heart was breaking, seeing John hit the floor right on the other side of the bathroom door she was locked in. He was trying to get her out and that little bitch hit him. Though the smack didn't look that hard in seconds he was slumped on the floor against the door looking dazed. She watches as John tries to radio for help the screen was timestamped, that and the fact that he said what looked like help and then passed out dropping the lapel button. Putting her hand to her mouth she tried her best to keep it together, but when she saw the men walk in and take him away she burst into tears. The thugs had thrown his phone complete with belt clip to the floor along with his wallet and even his Bluetooth out of his ear. Where ever he was he had no ID and only her phone that is if they hadn't discovered it. A lot of good it would do him, it automatically turned off at 12 midnight, it was 3 in the a.m. Her phone would come back on at 9 a.m. Cassandra asked the man to rewind the footage saying she may have recognized one of the people. She had Rapture look and he nods his head. Gloria wanted to know what or who they knew that could do this to her lover. They both called the woman jailbait. Gloria lost it "That doesn't fucking help, I need a name or shut the fuck up." Cassandra not letting Gloria's outburst deter her, says that everyone had to have their ticket scanned they could see if she at the very least came in or had just crashed the party. Gloria runs her hand through her hair. "Do that. If she came in on a ticket maybe her name will pop up." One of the policemen looked at the woman in freeze frame and says he knew her. Gloria rubs her hand across the pendent John have given her around her wrist. "Please tell me you know more than a pet name or some rubbish." The officer tells her that the woman was famous, in the adult entertainment industry and the wife of a WWE superstar. "That makes no sense why would someone like that want to hurt John? Are you sure officer" she reads his tag "Tanner?"

He nods and says "I was one of the officers that busted her almost a year ago and her name is Carla Fairchild-Jacobs. She was publicized as Carla Fairchild in the pornography industry. As for your question I really don't know what she is up to now-a-days, the company she worked for doesn't exist anymore. LEGNA US has a Television station do you produce pornography? Maybe she wants an in." the older blonde looked like she was ready to snap off on his ass if she did she wouldn't get to do it again. The dark haired female speaks up and says they provide local news and music related programing. "Okay I'll get her picture out as part of this." He turns back to the older blonde woman that looked pissed off. "I have to say if this, is some kind of publicity stunt to get your name out there you guys could get into trouble." The woman huffed "do something" Tanner steps back into a fighter stance. The larger man named Rapture put his hand on the blonde's shoulder pulling her backwards. He tells Tanner that it wasn't a publicity stunt. Tanner points at the big man while talking to blonde old chick that talked funny. "You might want to thank him if you ever try me. I'll knock your old ass back to where ever you're from." the big man says that won't be necessary they just wanted Jonathon McBride back safely. Tanner looks back at the large male and says with a smirk "It's my number one priority." Tanner walks out of the room. He had to watch his action he was on thin ice with the state department already because of the old guy that went bat shit on his wife and killed her lover. The wife had made a stink and got him bumped from his promotion and IA was now up his ass real tough. He never knew when they would pop up.

Gloria pulls away from Rapture when Officer Asshole Tanner walks out of the room. "Did you hear him he's not going to help? All I want to is to find John. He reared back as if I were going to attack him I didn't even lift a finger towards him. Yes, I was going to tell him that it wasn't a publicity stunt and to please just do his fucking job. Rapture, Cassandra I am glad you both were present that man isn't stable. We have to find John. Oh my, someone has to tell Angel. I just can't." Gloria walks out of the room to her office. She had research to do, she had at the very least one name.

Cassandra looks over at Rapture "I guess that leaves me, Angel was there for me when dad was sick and though there is no good way to say hey your dad got attacked and snatched out of his own party. I just can't sit back and wait for her to hear it from the news." Rapture says her eyes were a little red. "I once thought I was in love with Mr. McBride then after getting some much needed advice and help, I saw it for what it was, he was nice to me, it was different from what I was used to. Even though I no longer believe that I'm in love with him, he's still more than just my boss he is like family." Rapture pulls her into a hug and tells her he understands how she could have got her wires crossed after the shit she'd been through to hear a kind word from someone that wasn't her own father had to feel damn good. Cassandra nods against his chest.

Henriette walks over to Johnny Lee and takes the sack off of his head. He shakes his head getting his hair out of his face. She is a very lucky woman that his angry dark green glare alone could not kill her. Age had been very good to him. "You remember me?" he asks have they met. "Johnny Lee McBride I'm hurt that you could forget me so easily."

Jonathon had no clue why this woman was calling him Johnny Lee, he hadn't went by that name in over 15 years. "Lady I don't know who you are and why you want to have me here." She tells him some of what he wanted to know, she tells him she is the owner of Vargo Recording and he was on her fucking turf. "I can't say that I have heard of you or your company for that matter. By the fact that you keep calling me Johnny Lee you must have known me when I lived her years ago. As for the turf thing. I don't poach talent. Be not afraid. All of my talent and even the others that I do business with have the expressed permission to do so from their labels."

Henriette walks closer "Johnny Lee you move into my area and think you are going to clip my wings. Then you offend me by pretending you don't remember me. I was the first person that gave the little funny talking producer a chance. My Bank or the one I control, gave you your first business loan. You walked in to my bank and laid out your vision, if it weren't for me you wouldn't get as far as you did. Then you just up and left now almost 2 decades later you come back when I have a new company set up and ready to go." He says that he left nothing unpaid by the time he left he was making a profit so she or her bank would have been out of nothing. "I knew you when you were Johnny Lee productions. So what since you couldn't hack it in the US all those years ago you thought you'd give it another try? I'm not going to let you do business here, we had a 10 year contract and yes you paid back the money you borrowed but I still would have owned your ass and you know it. You have 24 hours to close your doors and get out of my way."

"It's not that simple, yes I got a loan, I paid the loan back and paid the penalty fee for paying it off early. I closed Johnny Lee Productions for years my company didn't have a name I named it LEGNA. I'm not closing my doors I owe you nothing. I am not in your way. I am not a startup that just came on the scene." She backhands him hard enough to turn his head and tells him his bravado was very dangerous to his health. He grins through the pain. "Hurting me isn't going to close down my business. As we speak things are still in motion. I have been actively in business for almost two decades. I have made lots of deals with the top Recording companies here and overseas the ones even you will know. If I close now it would not clear the way for a brand new company, it would only put a hard squeeze on the ones in this area to snatch up the money making acts I have worked to put out. Grandville South isn't turf no one wanted the fucking building." She grabs his hair, slams his head into the back of the chair, and gets in his face telling him he will close or she will end his life and that will close his doors. Resisting the urge to wince he says. "I haven't been in this business this long without a few battle scars or without gaining some that are loyal to me only. If you took me out one, you would be hunted down, and the ones that are identified on the video at my party will go down, and I don't mean the police. It would be very hard for you to capitalize from underground. Which is where you would end up." She punches him in the chest taking his wind to the point he saw stars. After getting his wind back. He glares at her "If I turn up dead you will meet the right people." She lets his hair go and accuses him of working with another family. He pants "I'm protected." She asks who his protection was. He says the line that The Irish Don told him to tell anyone that ever mortally threatened him or his sound. "They are wolves." Her eyes widen as she accuses him of being a liar. "To mention them without their permission would be to sign my own death warrant and I for one like living." Jonathon thinks back to his encounter with The Wolf.

Flashback

24 years ago Jonathon had unknowingly saved the life of a mobster's daughter. He'd walked in on a man attacking a woman in his pantry. He beat the shit out of the attacker. Within seconds he was joined by a group of men with guns pointed at his head. He quickly explained what happened as he stepped away from the female that was holding what was left of her dress to her chest and crying. He'd been asking her was she hurt when the men charged in. The woman saved his life by telling the man that stood just behind the line of armed men what happened. The man had her taken away in a limo and thanked him. That was the last party Jonathon ever hosted at that house. A day or so after the party the man resurfaced at LEGNA and muscled his way into Jonathon's office on the top floor. The man was named The Wolf he turned out to be the Don of the Irish Mafia one of the most ruthless mafia's in the world. There were Italian mobsters that stayed out of the Wolf's space. He asked Jonathon did he know who he was gazing upon. "Please forgive my Ignorance I know not who you are." The Wolf told him. Jonathon was dumbstruck to say the least he'd thought the wolf was a legend, and the people that had made his guests leave in such hurry were just hired tuff for the guy not a fucking mob family. Jonathon asked what he wanted, the man said for saving his daughter he'd earned protection. Jonathon didn't question such a man they shook hands and over the years the Wolf would send him messages via people that were always near. He sent a few messages to the Wolf to prevent his "Help" when Stark banking closed his Dallas Location.

End of flashback

Henriette stepped away from Johnny Lee, If he spoke the truth, she had to let him go or run the risk of starting a very bloody international turf war right here in nowhere special Texas. The Wolf was a legend his Irish family took over NYC and made even the Italians nervous. They had done things to rival families that left them poor or dead. If you thought, you could fight them you were a fool. Not wanting Johnny Lee to ever know where she lived she had to get him out of here. There were other ways to make him close down on his own since taking his life would only lead to her own death. "Round one goes to you Johnny Lee. You may live." She speaks to the men in German watching him to see if he knew of what she spoke. Carla looked at her. "Don't gaze upon me pet." The girl drops her gaze. She grabs the material to put back over Johnny Lee's head. He starts thrashing against his bonds dodging her attempts. "I said I would not kill you. If you want it rough, I can provide rough." He stills Henriette put the material down and turned to her men.

Moments before she tried to put the cover over his head Jonathon felt a vibration and feared they would take his only way of communication away if they discovered Gloria's phone. Millions of scenarios went through his head and none of them good. When the woman tried to put the cover back over his head he went bat shit, trying to keep her far enough away from him in case the phone made any noise. He was trying his best to keep up a loud distraction. The bonds were cutting into his flesh but right now he had to keep the bitch at bay. The vibration stops this also told him it was the next day. He'd been out for longer than he thought, if it was already 9 a.m. he stops thrashing and making noise. All that can be heard is her talking to her men and his heavy breathing. The woman leaves him in the room with the fake prisoner. The men leave as well. "You are to set me free?" he asks the female.

Carla was un-handcuffed now as she stood before him. "I can't tell you much but if you hurt me they won't care, if you hurt them they will hurt you just short of killing you. Your best bet is me. Think of me as a vehicle to freedom." He says she lied to him and got him in this mess why in the hell would he believe her. "She told them not to kill you. One of them asked not even on accident. That's when she turned you over to me. I'm not doing this to or for you. No I'm not a prisoner in the same way you are right now. They have my leash he's about 3 feet tall now. I will dance their dance. I will do what I am told to keep him safe." Carla tries to smile but thinking of the newest picture the woman had shown her made her fear that they would hurt her little boy.

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears but held his as she moved closer. He looked down at her hands they were empty. "You don't have the key do you?" She looks around then back at him. He mouths "If you are looking for the camera to your left." She pushes his chair to be in profile of the camera then climbed into his lap. "What the fuck are you doing?" Her fake childish voice was back as she said she was only doing what he told her to. Before he could say another word she kissed him full on the mouth. He bit her as hard as he could and growled with her flesh still between his teeth for her not to play this game. Her eyes narrow as she reminds him of the fact that she could make him let go. She snakes her hand down the front of his pants and squeezed his manhood until he let her lip go. He released and so did she. Her lip was bloody as she gets up. He spits her blood from his mouth "How the hell is that supposed to get me out of here." He says when he can breathe again. She leans in and tells him if he bit her again she would bite him back, and looks down at where her hand was in his lap. She asked were they clear? "Crystal" She goes to the other side of the room and wipes her face. He tries to wipe her from his mouth on his shirt sinking his head.

Carla thought as she wiped at her lip, the fucker had broken the skin. It was time for pay back of another kind she wanted him to really think twice before sinking his teeth in her again. "I hope I tasted good I haven't been tested since I got out of prison daddy." His look of disgust turned into fear as he once again tried to wipe out his mouth on the parts of his shirt he could reach. He already looked sick. That kind of mental stain wouldn't go away until he got himself tested. "Welcome to the dance Johnny Lee."

Jonathon was sick at the thought that he could contract something he couldn't get rid of from this bitch. She walked over and sat on him again and runs her hand down his chest. She leans in like she was going to kiss him again he turns his head. She starts grinding herself on him. "Get the FUCK"

She leans up and put her breasts in his face cutting off his words. She carries on saying yes she'll marry him. She shows him the underside of her big fake diamond ring that she was claiming he gave her. His eyes widen as he tries to move to say something else. She puts her hand at his nape and sticks him with the dart. His eyes widen when they start to droop she leans back out of his face while holding his head back by his hair. He was half out of it. She tested her theory and kissed him though he didn't try to bite her again he made no attempt to kiss her back. He kept his mouth closed. She lets his hair go and his face drooped into her cleavage. She smiled at the camera. As she stroked his back he moaned something. She gets off of him and unlocks the restraints with the key that was under the chair. Minutes later after she had her fun with him, the red light of the camera goes off and the men walk in and pick him up and carry him back to the limo. Carla is dropped off at home on her porch. She was given tonight off. As she un-handcuffs her wrists and walks into her home Glenn was asleep on the sofa. She slipped up the stairs and into the shower. She'd gave the camera one hell of a dance with the old guy. She felt bad, but she was only doing what she was told. The hot water cascades down her body as she stood in zombie mode thinking about the images that would surface of her and the producer. A frightening thought hit her what if she got pregnant again? She would see about getting on birth control her actions was already affecting one child's life, she didn't need any more kids. If her job from now on was to be a sex toy for the mob's blackmail, she'd dance the dance as long as she could as long as they didn't hurt her boy.

Authors note: Has Jonathon bit off more than he can chew? I know I have posted in a while but I will be working to correct that. Thank you to my readers and the few that have given me ideas. Please feel free to review.: End note