NOTE: I decided to still have Peter as a cop in this fic. And he's also going to be Amanda's fiancé too! Just incase anyone forgot; Amanda is Corey's older half sister in this fic. They have the same mother; just different fathers. Their parents are all dead anyway; that's why Corey and Ash are in charge.

CHAPTER FOUR

Martha was thankful when the car finally came to a stop. She felt as though she had been in that disgusting trunk for hours. She craved to breathe in some clean fresh air.

She heard the car door slam shut and a few moments later the key turning in the lock. Martha quickly dropped her head back and lay in silence. Maybe she could pretend to still be out cold. That way she could strike when the bastard least expected it.

She heard the lid creaking open. She tried her hardest not to make a sound. Martha could feel his eyes on her; she flinched a little. She couldn't help but feel naked. All she had on was her under garments and silk robe.

"You can stop pretending," the voice said to her as he reached out and poked her in the shoulder. "I know you're awake; I could hear you thrashing around in here earlier," he reached out and removed the gag from her mouth.

Martha took in a deep breath before launching into a verbal assault. "Let me out of here you son of a bitch," she yelled out.

She then felt his hands near her face. He started to untie the cloth that was covering her eyes. Martha felt it drop from her face and she immediately closed her eyes; the afternoon sun burning her eyes. She slowly opened them; letting them adjust to the light.

Everything was a bit blurry, so she couldn't quite see the man's face yet. From the corner of her eye, she spotted something glistening in the sunlight. A knife.

"What are you doing? Get that away from me," she yelled at her attacker.

"Relax princess; I'm just cutting the ropes away from you hands and feet," he said to her as he quickly released her from the restraints.

Martha jumped up and pushed him in the chest; knocking him backwards. "Stay away from me," she warned as she held her hands up.

At least he's listening to me, Martha thought to herself. The guy just stood on the spot; watching her in amusement. Martha took in his appearance. He didn't look that old. She guessed that he must have been about her age; maybe a couple of years older. He was good looking too; that she had to admit. But the thing that really got to her; there was something oddly familiar about him.

"Who are you? Why did you kidnap me? Where am I?" Martha started to fire off questions.

"First off; I didn't kidnap you. I just saved your life, so you should be thanking me," he answered.

"Me, thank you? You've got to be kidding me," Martha laughed. "You put me in the trunk of some foul car. You punched me in the face. You totally kidnapped me," she yelled at him as she pointed to the bruise on her face. "Look, I'm bleeding," she then snapped as she tried to wipe the blood away from her brow.

"You'll get over it," the guy laughed at her.

"Don't you dare laugh at me," Martha growled as she rubbed at her sore wrists. Red rashes circled them. She was pissed off that her soft skin was now bruised and ugly. She looked up at the arrogant jerk and noticed that he was still laughing at her. How dare he, she thought. Martha looked closely at his face again. She was positive that she had met him before.

"Am I supposed to know you?" she spat out.

"Of course you are," he smirked at her. "We grew up together," he added.

Martha opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She was at a lost for words. She'd know that smirk anywhere. "Jack," she finally managed to say.

"The one and only," Jack grinned.

"Oh geez," Martha groaned as she slumped her shoulders. What did she do to deserve this?

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"I found out where Peter Baker lives," Ash informed Corey as he walked into the office and sat down across from him.

"Great; I'll pay him a visit tomorrow morning," Corey said as he leant down and took a line of cocaine. "Yeah, that hit the spot," he sighed as he sat back in his chair and rubbed at his nose.

"Amanda is still nowhere to be found," Ash then told Corey.

"She's probably out opening her legs for some guy. My sister the slut," Corey smirked.

"She claims that she's so in love with Baker, but yet, she still sleeps around on him," Ash scoffed.

"She gets it from our mother. She was a slut too; that's why she's dead," Corey exclaimed.

Ash nodded in agreement. "Any news on Holden and Macklin?" he then asked.

"Zoë's out there looking for them now," Corey answered. "She's like a dog; she'll find anything. And I know she wont come home until they're dead," he added.

"Hopefully they haven't gotten too far," Ash exclaimed. "We're also going to have to start thinking about what's going to happen when the Mackenzie's find out. Same goes for old man Stewart. He's going to be pissed when he finds out we tried to kill his granddaughter," he pointed out.

"I'm not going to worry about any of that yet," Corey told him. "I'll worry about it when the time comes. All I care about right now; is making sure that those two are dead. With Martha gone, the Mackenzie's and Alf Stewart will be putty in our hands," he laughed sadistically.

"This town is going to be ours," Ash sneered.

"Yes me friend; it will be," Corey nodded.

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Martha stared at the man standing in front of her. Jack Holden; she hadn't seen him in over ten years. The last time she had seen him; she'd been eleven or twelve years old. He was thirteen; still a boy. No wonder she hadn't recognized him at first. He wasn't a boy anymore. He was man.

"Are you checking me out?" Jack teased.

"What?" Martha felt her cheeks flush.

"I know I'm sexy and all, but we don't have time for that; we have things to discuss," Jack said with a smile.

Martha resisted the urge to slap his face. "Why are you doing this?" she asked Jack. "Did my grandfather order you to do this? Is he so desperate to have me living with him; that he'd resort to having me kidnapped?" she fired off the questions.

Jack sighed in frustration. "I already told you that I didn't kidnap you. I saved your life," he growled at her.

"Who was it then?" Martha demanded to know.

"Henderson and Nadar. They had one of their goons do their dirty work," Jack answered. "If I hadn't of shown up when I did; you'd be a goner," he added.

"Super," Martha muttered under her breath. "Well, thanks and all, but I'd really appreciate it if you took me home now," she ordered.

"I can't do that," Jack shook his head.

"I beg your pardon," Martha glared at him.

"Corey's people will be after us now. We can't go back until its safe," Jack told her. "And right now; it's not safe. We have to get as far away from here a possible," he added.

Martha huffed. "I'm not going anywhere with you," she spat out.

"Oh there she is; the feisty Martha," Jack laughed. "The one I know and love," he remarked.

"Screw you," Martha sneered.

"Oh, we can arrange that Princess," Jack smirked at her.

"You are such a pig," Martha exclaimed.

"Oh, I may be one, but that wouldn't stop you from bouncing up and down on me now would it?" Jack wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"Disgusting," Maria glared at him as he started to walk towards the diner. "Wait; where are you going?" she yelled.

Jack looked at her as if to say 'duh'. "I'm going to eat. I don't know about you; but I'm hungry," she exclaimed.

"I can't go in there. In case you hadn't noticed; I'm practically naked," Martha indicated to what she was wearing.

"Oh, I'd noticed," Jack smirked at her.

"God, why do you have to turn everything in to some sort of sexual innuendo?" Martha frowned.

"I'm a guy and that's what guys do," Jack shrugged.

"Fine. Whatever. But please don't make me go in there," Martha pouted. "I don't want all the dirty old men in there looking at me," she tried to entice him while gently rubbing at the skin above her breast.

"Sorry Princess; you maybe hot, and hell, I'd bang you into next Saturday but there is no way that I'm giving up food just because you're having a cry," Jack laughed at her. She was amusing.

Martha growled; pulling her robe tightly around her body. "Fine, you want food? There's this shack that I go to; it's about an hours drive from here. I was there just last week. There is plenty of food there and some clothes that I can put on," she explained to him. "We can stay there for the night, and perhaps come up with some sort of plan to get ourselves out of this mess. What do you think?" Martha asked him.

Jack paused on the spot and thought for a moment. "Okay. We'll do that then," he agreed as he started walking back to the car.

"Great," Martha exclaimed as she spun around and followed him. "Shit," she then yelled out loud as she started hopping on one foot. "I stepped on some glass," she cried.

"Man, do you have to be such a girl?" Jack laughed at her.

"I am a girl you moron," Martha snapped at him.

"That I had noticed too," Jack roved his eyes up and down her body. "Now get in," he said as he opened the passenger side door.

"What no trunk?" Martha said smartly.

"Don't be smart," Jack said to her.

"I'm not. I just thought that was where all your women would ride," Martha was seeping with sarcasm.

"Get in the car," Jack said again as he walked around to the drivers side.

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Zoë watched from afar as Jack and Martha got into the car and started to peel out of the car park. She quickly dialed a number on her phone and waited for someone to answer.

"Have you found them?" Corey asked from the other end of the phone.

"Yeah, I'm following them. They've just left that old diner about an hour out of Summer Bay," Zoë told her boss.

"Great. I want you to kill them at the first possible chance; got it?" Corey told her.

"Got it," Zoë replied. "So, are you going to wait up for me tonight baby?" She smiled into her phone. She laughed at Corey's response.

"Of course I will Zoë. We're going to be screaming each others name," Corey told her.

"You know I love it when you say my name," Zoë smiled.

"I know. So just hurry up and do the job. Then you can get back to me," Corey purred at her down the phone.

"I will. Do you want me to bring back any souvenirs?" Zoë asked him. She knew how he loved to keep count of his victories.

"There bodies would be great," Corey replied.

"Okay; I'll see you soon lover," Zoë hung up the phone and quickly drove out of the car park.

In the distance she spotted the car. "This is going to be so much fun," she laughed to herself. "So much fun".

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