Revenge was the word in Lizzie's mind as she drove to her apartment.
She had gone to see George, only because she was sure that he was more than willing to involve (and hurt) William in his revenge against her. But she had decided not to let that happen.
As soon as she opened the door of her apartment, George greeted her.
"Hello, peach."
"What do you want?," Lizzie said.
"I just want to talk to you, peach," George responded, trying to sound charming as always.
"Then talk now, what do you want," she said again.
"Not like that, Lizzie. Why don't you sit down and talk like we used to do?," he said, pointing to the couch.
"Cut the crap, George. What do you really want? Money? I'll give you all I have if that gets you out of my life," Lizzie spat.
"Yes, I want money, but not yours."
"What?!," she cried.
"He was the one to drive us apart, he has to pay," he said as if it was the right thing to do.
"William?! Are you doing all of this because of him?!"
"I liked you, Lizzie, and I liked what we had, but he had to ruin things for me, yet again," George replied. He had called her office and learnt that she was in a meeting with Darcy. He did not know if they were in relationship, but he did not care now. He just wanted to spoil that day for them.
"Don't blame him! This is all your fault, you destroyed our relationship," Lizzie exclaimed, wanting to so bad to punch him again.
"No, I had you where I wanted, and he interfered. But now I have the upper hand," he spoke, moving closer to her.
"He's not going to pay for me," Lizzie replied.
"Oh, no, he will, Lizzie. I know how he feels about you. Besides, you're not the only one I have a video…," George added, almost smiling.
"What are you… Oh my God! Gigi…," Lizzie said, realizing that George had no conscience at all. George winked at her, and she lost it.
"You bastard!," she yelled and reached for him, but she did not have the chance to do anything.
He had found the stun gun that her father had given her before college, and he had taken if he needed it to defend himself. He had not wanted to use it, yet she looked so determined to hurt him, and he still remembered her kick.
He moved away as she crumbled to the floor, hitting her head. George panicked when she did not make a sound. He knelt next to her, and sighed relieved when he saw no blood and confirmed that she was breathing.
He carried her to the couch and laid her there. He was trying to stay calm and decide what to do next. He had never meant to hurt her, at least not like that. He quickly thought of something that could be advantageous for him, as he always did.
"I'm sorry, Lizzie," he said as he leaned over her.
William ran back to his office to grab his car keys and phone, ready to go find Lizzie. When he took his phone, he noticed that he had a new email from an unknown address.
I know you were with her, and that you know what it is that I have from her.
But I also have a video of someone else, very dear to you. And you wouldn't want to see her compromised, would you?
You know what I want. Wait for my call.
It had to be George. That scamp also had taped his sister. And he wanted money, as always. He cursed out aloud, not caring if someone heard him. He was sure that George would release both videos if he did not agree to play by his rules. But he had to find Lizzie first.
So, he left Pemberley in a hurry and drove to her building. When he arrived, he immediately ran upstairs to her apartment. He pounded the door several times but no one ever opened. He called her cellphone but she did not reply either.
Desperate, William went downstairs and looked for the doorman to ask about them, but he could not find him anywhere. He was frantic.
William did not know what to do, should he wait for George's call or call the police? Before he could make a decision, his phone rang. A restricted number.
"George," William hissed.
"Darcy," George responded.
"Where is Lizzie?," William immediately asked.
"She's with me," George replied.
"I want to talk to her."
"Well, you'll just have to wait."
"Damn you, Wickham! How much do you want?," William snapped.
"Well, how much do you think Lizzie is worth?," George asked.
"What?! Where is she?!"
"Calm down, Darcy, she's fine. I'm just asking you how much are you willing to pay for her?"
Had George actually kidnapped Lizzie? William was beyond words.
"What are you going to do with her?," he managed to say.
"Look, Darcy, I want you out of my life, as much as you want me out of yours. So, this time, you have to give me enough so I'll never need anything, and bother you again. And you will finally have Lizzie all to yourself," George said.
"I'll give you anything you want, just let her go," William pled.
George gave him a number that was at least two times what he had received before.
"I'll write the check right now," William replied.
"No, I want cash."
"Ok, I'll give to you, just let me talk with Elizabeth, now," William said. At this point he did not care if he had to use company's money to pay George.
"I'm afraid that won't be possible. Wait for my call. And don't call the police, are we clear?," George said and hung up.
"Fuck!," William yelled.
He was in the middle of the sidewalk, torn. He knew that if he did not comply with George's petitions, he could hurt Lizzie. Yet, he could not bear the idea of letting her be with him much longer.
He made a decision and made a phone call.