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Scorpio's Eight

Chapter Thirty

Roll You Like You Were Dice

In the cabin of Ned's yatch stood four very anxious and distrusting people.

Lois didn't know what this psycho Faith Roscoe Corinthos was doing here but she sure didn't like the idea of splitting her share of the stolen money another way. It was one thing to bring Jerry into it, as Jax had said, because he was basically a stud for hire, a sexy but harmless gigolo who would be happy if they tossed one million his way. But Faith, no she was an entirely different story. She was even more dangerous to mess with than Sonny. Lois had no problem scheming to bring down the men that made her suffer, but if she tussled with Faith, well, you better kill her because if you don't you will never have a peaceful night of sleep again.

What could Jax have been thinking involving her? Lois asked herself. And Ned is sleeping with this tramp. They all are in on this together, and I'm the odd one out. I don't freaking think so! I was the only one screwing Sonny. I am the only one who deserves whatever amount of money he has stashed off shore. I more than earned every penny of it- on my back.

"Are we good to go or not?" Jax asked lazily with a slight slur and easy smile.

Faith answered "Go."

Ned fumbled in his pocket and pulled out the small snub nosed .22, but by the time he did Faith had a gun pointing at his head and Jax had one on Lois.

"Wha...what's," stumbled Ned "going on here... Jax?"

Titling his head to the side, in a sinister tone, the Aussie answered "This is what you call a double cross."

Ned felt his stomach lurch into his mouth, and he nearly threw up. His already clammy skin got colder, his thumping headache made him feel dizzy. He would either be a murderer or a murder victim tonight.

Oh my God, he thought, No amount of money is worth this.

But it was too late to get out. He was holding on gun on his lover and she had one aimed right between his eyes.

"Why?" Ned croaked out. He knew he sounded weak and pathetic, not really fit for the criminal life, and he wasn't. He longed to be back in the boardroom or on the stage. Even listening to a lecture from Edward. Anywhere but here.

His eyes darted over to Lois. She wasn't shaking, her eyes burned with a quiet rage.

"You are a business man," Jax said "You know numbers. Two ways is better than four. Nothing personal."

"So you have the account number then?" Lois asked Faith.

"Shut up, you Brooklyn whore. Just die silently, why don't you?" Faith sneered.

"You don't have jack," Lois taunted. "If you did you wouldn't have come here. You'd be halfway to the islands to get your money."

Faith angrily told her "Maybe I wanted to kill the slut whose had her low class ass up in my husband's bed for months first. Your death was worth the delay."

"You suddenly love Sonny again? I doubt it," Lois said. " No, you needed me to get you inside information so you used me all these months. You didn't care that I was humping him every night and twice on Sundays. This is not about revenge against me right now. This is about not leaving any witnesses. After you get Jax to kill me and Ned, then you kill him. A one way spilt is better than two, and you are too selfish to go halvies with anybody."

Lois looked Jax right in his eyes, ignoring the gun her lover had pointed at her chest. "You will live five minutes longer than me, if you stick with her. That's not me trying to talk my way out of this. It's fact. You know it. You feel it. She's not capable of sharing...never has been."

Jax's eyes jerked back and forth between Lois and Faith. He didn't look forward to becoming a killer tonight, and to temper his unease at the thought, he knocked back drink after drink. Now he was drunk, running on adrenaline and fear, and unable to do the one thing he was really an expert at: see all the angels.

Lois said "Shoot her, Jax. Shoot her! Now!"

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Skye insisted on taking Robert to Robin and Patrick's apartment to be checked out. She assumed the tranquilizer Anna gave him was harmless but she wouldn't feel better until a doctor told her that her surrogate father was in good health.

Robert grumbled, as he sat on their couch, "I told you I'm fine. Anna is out there, somewhere, gloating over getting the best of me. I need to go find my lovely ex and tell her that I'm not the old goat she thinks I am."

"Sure you do, Dad," Robin said, as she took his blood pressure. "Later. Right now you need to relax."

"Relaxing is not in the Scorpio's blood," Robert answered. "We don't have the DNA for it."

"Sir," Patrick said.

Robert cringed at the term. Patrick was a straight. He lived by the laws of the land. How pedestrian. And it was a damn shame too. As a former Nascar driver, Patrick Drake would have made a great wheel man.

Patrick went on "Your daughter is just concerned about you and if you walk out of her before she is satisfied that you are okay, she'll keep me up all night worrying about you. So for me, for your granddaughter, for the good of our patients tomorrow who need doctors who have had more than two hours sleep, please let Robin examine you."

"Fine, Drake. Whatever. Just hurry, will you? Cause I got a score to settle and I can't do it sitting on your couch."

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Spinelli parked the van in the garage of a safe house and the men all climbed into a blue SUV. They made their way to Luke's Club.

When they walked in, Jason raised an eyebrow. "What in holy hell happened in here?"

Luke and Jagger were clearly wasted. Luke was playing the piano and Jagger was singing , bitterly, his words loud and angry "She'll let you take her home -it whets her appetite. She'll lay you on her throne
She's got Bette Davis eyes.

She'll take a tumble

on you-
roll you like you were dice
until you come up blue.

She's
got Bette Davis eyes.

She'll expose you

when she snows you
off your feet with the crumbs that she throws you.

She's ferocious and she knows just
what it takes to make a pro blush.

All the boys think she's a spy -
she's got Bette Davis eyes.) ( Kim Carnes lyrics)

Zander and Spinelli, who had been best friends for years, exchanged a look, before joining in "And she'll tease you, she'll unease you
All the better just to please you
She's precocious, and she knows just
What it takes to make a pro blush
All the boys think she's a spy, she's got Bette Davis eyes."

Jason sighed. He worked with some real lunatics. Especially when they were drinking. And Spinelli didn't even need to be drinking to be weird. Jason checked his watch to see if he could call Carly yet. She was supposed to ditch Sonny by now. He pulled out his cell phone and headed for the back room to make his call.

Lucky walked up to the bar, reached over and grabbed a bottle of vodka. He opened it and slugged back one shot. Then set it down. He wondered what Emily was up to right now. She had only been his wife a few days but he found that he loved her more each second. It was beyond what he ever thought he could feel. Sure conning was fun, nearly the best thrill of his life, but loving her was better. He called her, just as his father and friends started in on a new song.

"An angel's smile is what you sell
You promise me heaven, then put me through hell!

Chains of love got a hold on me.
When passion's a prison, you can't break free.

You're a loaded gun.
There's nowhere to run
No one can save me the damage is done!

Shot through the heart and you're to blame
You give love a bad name.

I play my part and you play your game
You give love a bad name
You give love a bad name"

Lucky shook his head at their horrible rendition of that Bon Jovi song, but understood that after a job there was a lot of steam to blow off. He listened as the phone rang in his ear. Emily answered, happily saying, "Lucks."

"Hey, Emmy."

"A good night?"

"A profitable one."

"And now I can get my real honeymoon, right? You and me, wearing next to nothing, on my family yatch for as many days as I want, sailing to wherever I want, and I get to do to you whatever my pretty little head can think up. Remember promising me that, hubby?"

"Perfectly."

She had been doing a private strip tease for him. With each piece of clothes she took off, she negotiate for one more thing on her wish list, knowing that when she was naked, and he was dying to make love to her, she could get him to agree to anything. Even not working for a while, which was hard as hell for a con man. They needed the rush. But Emily thought she was a pretty good rush for Lucky, in her own way. Though they had been together since middle school, it never got stale between them. Each time his eyes met hers in bed, she felt more alive than the time before, the connection only deepened with each day.

"So when do we leave?" Emily asked

Jason walked out of the backroom, wearing a dead serious expression that could only mean one thing : Carly was in trouble. Jason yelled "Hey!"

The music immediately stopped.

"Lets go. Carly has two dead bodies on her bedroom floor."