Chapter Sixteen
No, No, No, No, NO
The word ricocheted around Anna's mind as she walked into The Lake House that night.
"You should get home. Mac is probably missing you."
"Do you miss me?"
"No."
"Bastard!" she yelled at the top of her lungs as she flung her purse across the room.
Mac came walking into the living room. He wore low slung jeans and a white t-shirt. "You called?"
"Not you. Robert. He is a infuriating liar who thinks he can play games with all of our lives and get away with it. He says he can't get out of the life so I leave him and then what does the jackass do- GET OUT OF THE LIFE. Of course that does not last but we all knew that would happen. Then he says you and I are having an affair so that must be true, right? Right? Right? ugh! He only cares about his damn heists. That comes first, not me, never me. I will never," standing there with pure fury on her features her eyes filled with tears "ever let my heart get stomped by that man again!"
Mac walked over and took her into his arms. "Yeah you will, Annie."
"Yeah, I will," she sniffled. Then she pulled back and said "But we are getting that painting before he can. I get to beat him at something in all of this. Don't you think that is only fair, Bomber?"
"Thieves don't really get to worry about what is fair," Mac said. He pulled her close and stroked her hair for a minute. She let her body relax.
"You need to go home to him," Mac said "and stop all this insanity."
"Just because you want Felicia back doesn't mean I want Robert back."
"Except you do."
"Yeah, I do."
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Jagger drove his hummer toward the Metro Court. Stone sat in the passenger seat. They had just left Sonny's, after getting the payment for the money Carly supposedly owed them.
Their job was over. Carly had now reestablished her relationship with Sonny and could get as close to him as she would need for the last part of the heist but Jagger didn't feel like heading back to Boston, as he was now free to do.
His blood was pumping in a way that only happened at two times- during a good con or hot sex.
His favorite song played on the radio.
(They see me rolling
They hating
Patrolling and trying a catch me riding dirty
trying catch me riding dirty
trying catch me riding dirty
trying catch me riding dirty
trying catch me riding dirty
My music so loud
I'm swinging
They hoping' that they gonna catch me riding dirty
trying catch me riding dirty
trying catch me riding dirty
trying catch me riding dirty
trying catch me riding dirty ) ( Chamillionaire)
Stone said, "We'll leave in the morning."
Jagger said, "And what would be the fun in that?"
Stone groaned, "Don't try and flip the script at the last second, like you always do. We came to do a job. We did it. Lets get out while the getting is good."
"That gangster talked to us like we were dogs. You think we should take that?"
Stone held up the envelope of money. "I feel alright with it, considering."
"Well, I don't" said Jagger " I want to hang around and see him get the takedown he so rightly deserves."
Stone flipped off the radio.
"Hey!" objected his brother.
"You gonna change your mind about sticking around this town?"
"No. But you can catch the train and head home, if you want."
"Like I would leave you here in a town full of mobsters and con artists. Fine, we stay for now but no more of that damn song. I can not stand to hear it again."
Jagger smirked and since he was the older brother went to put the CD back on. Stone took it from the player, broke it in two, and tossed the pieces out the window.
Jagger started to sing "trying catch me riding dirty
trying catch me riding dirty
trying catch me riding dirty
trying catch me riding dirty ..."
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Spinelli ended up at Lulu's door at midnight.
He knocked and she asked who it was. In a husky voice, he mumured, "Hey Blonde One."
When the door opened, she was wearing a short white nightie. "You want what?"
"You," he said and then his hands were on her cheeks and his mouth was on her lips and they were stumbling backwards together.
He broke contact and slammed the door close. When he went to kiss her again, she held her hand up and pressed against his chest. "No, don't! Not now."
Spinelli looked around. "Are you not here...alone?"
She glared at him. "God, you never get it, do you? I thought you understood me. There were times I thought you were the only one who understood me. I'm not with anyone else. Not dating. Not screwing. Not even thinking about it- since you left six months ago."
She walked into the room more, giving herself some space from him.
She went on to say,"I did my best to move on when you threw me away two years ago. Do you know how hard that was?"
"I didn't throw you away, Spence."
"You did, Jack."
Their eyes locked on each other. She went on, "But when you left town, just after I got back here, that was it for me. I couldn't stop thinking about how you were running AWAY from me. You got out of the life and still didn't come to me. Why? Why? How could you do that?"
He looked sheepish. "I didn't know you were waiting for me."
Lulu looked around for something to throw at him. She grabbed a picture and tossed it at his head. He ducked, it hit the wall and shattered. Spinelli looked down at it. It was them, at eighteen.
He moved towards her.
She said, her words angry and hurt and starting to be tearful, " Of course I was waiting for you...I was in love with you, you idiot."
Slowly he inched his way until he was right in front of her and then ran his hand into her hair. "I've never loved anyone but you, Spence."
Her chest started to heave with sobs that threatened to be release.
He said, "Tell me that you can forgive me for it all. I need you back...you are the only thing in this world I really need."
When his lips touched hers, slowly with more than a little fear that she would again push him away and maybe even attempt to beat the living daylights out of him, she softened and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Soon he was peeling her nightie off and lavishly her body with tender kisses. He would do whatever he could to show her how much of his heart belonged to her.
"Spence, say you love me again," he breathed out.
"I love you, Jack."
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Across town, Lois was once again in bed with her lover. As soon as he rolled off her he started to talk about their favorite subject.
Jax said to her, "It's getting close. The whole thing should be going down any day now."
She asked, "And you are sure that we will get there before Faith does?"
"If not, then I suppose we can hire Scorpio's Eight to steal back what she stole."
Lois bit his neck. "Nope, won't do. She'll have the accounts drained by that time. It's first come first to get it all. And I have to be first. I've been sleeping with that Godfather wanna be. I've been pretending to love him for months. You think I plan on walking out of this thing empty handed? I don't think so, Jax."
She climbed on top and him. Her nails raked down his chest. "Tell me that you are going to get me what I want...tell me I get the grand prize..."
Lois was into a little pain with her pleasure and Jax knew she could use those nails to make him scream, in agony or joy, depending on her mood. To keep her happy, he said "The Ever Faithful and her hidden riches are as good as ours."
Lois leaned down and caught his lips in a intense kiss that didn't have a thing to do with love. It was all greed and lust, and the way she got off on the idea of getting away with fooling everyone.
She didn't think anyone knew about her and Jax, about the account numbers, about her not having any intention of ever becoming Mrs. Sonny Corinthos. She thought she had pulled off the ultimate con.
Lois didn't know just how wrong she was, but soon, very soon, she would be staring down the barrel of the cold hard truth.