CHAPTER EIGHT

"We're in the middle of fucking no-where," Martha moaned as she leant against the hood of the car.

Jack groaned inwardly. He was getting sick of her whining. It was all she ever seemed to do. "I can always take you back to Summer Bay; you know that 'place' where the Henderson's and Nadar's want us dead," he said sarcastically as shoved a handful of potato chips into his mouth.

"Don't be smart," Martha rolled her eyes at him. "And stop eating like a pig," she warned him as she went and sat on a patch of grass by the side of the road.

They'd been driving for a few hours now and they had decided on a rest stop. They'd stopped at an old caravan park and had used the bathroom and were now having something to eat; before heading off again.

"So, where are we going to stay tonight?" Martha then asked Jack when he sat down next to her. He passed her a bottle of water and she took a sip.

"I guess we could just sleep in the car," Jack shrugged. He then noticed the disgusted look on her face before making another suggestion. "Or we could try a caravan park or something," he closed his eyes and fell onto his back.

"Well, wherever it is; let's just hope there is a bar near by," Martha said to Jack. "I'm in need of a drink and it has to be something strong. After everything I've been through the last twenty for hours; I need one. My last nerve is about to snap," she added.

Jack let out another groan. There was the whining again. "Anything for you princess," he emphasized.

"Will you stop calling me that," Martha snapped at him.

"No, I will not," Jack laughed. "Somebody has to call it like it is," he pointed out.

Martha jumped up in a huff. "I am not a princess you fucking prick," she yelled at him.

"Could have fooled me," Jack laughed as he stood up and faced her. "Oh, I stepped on a piece of glass. I'm not wearing any clothes. Do this; do that. I'm so much better than you," he mimicked her.

"I never said I was better than you," Martha glared at him.

"You may aswell have," Jack scoffed as he moved closer to her.

"You are such a jerk," Martha sneered as she stepped backwards; only to find herself tripping backwards.

As she fell, she grabbed hold of Jack's shirt and ended up pulling him down with her; him landing right on top of her.

"Well, well, isn't this a compromising position?" Jack smiled down at her. He knew exactly how to get her riled up.

"It probably would be if one of us was actually enjoying it," Martha sniggered.

"Believe me Princess; I'm enjoying it," Jack smirked as he softly ran his hand down one of her legs. Underneath him, Jack felt Martha shiver. "And from the feel of it, you do too," he pointed out.

"I do not," Martha gave Jack a quick shove, and he fell away from her body. "I'm going back to the car. Don't take too long composing yourself," she teased as she walked off.

"You're not that hot," Jack called out after her.

"Your little friend seems to disagree," Martha laughed as she pointed at his groin before jumping into the car.

Jack let his head fall back onto the grass with a loud sigh. That girl was going to be the death of him; he just knew it.

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Alf was growing more frustrated by the minute. He still hadn't heard from Jack and no one had yet to find him. Jack was supposed to be there; not frolicking around the country side.

"So, when are we going to head over the Corey and Ash's?" Charlie said to Alf. "Sooner rather than later I hope," he added.

"Just give it a few more hours," Alf answered. "Wait and see if we here from Jack," he said.

"We're wasting time," Bruiser growled. "They could have Martha there, and we're giving them time to take her away," he pointed out in anger.

Alf was about to tell him to calm down, when Robbie walked into the room. "Any word on Jack?" Alf asked him.

"No," Robbie shook his head. "It's like he's disappeared off the face of the earth," he exclaimed.

Alf slammed his fist down on his desk. "I'm telling you now; if that boy is out chasing skirt somewhere, I'll ring his neck," he growled.

"I'm sure he's just caught up somewhere," Tony stuck up for his son.

"I just want him here. I need him to find Martha," Alf seemed to be getting upset.

"We can find Martha without him," Macca was growing impatient. "Why don't we just go over there and get this over with," he said.

"No," Alf snapped. "I will not risk my granddaughter's life. We can not just go over there with guns a blazing; it's too risky," he exclaimed.

Charlie nodded his head in acceptance. "We'll give Jack a couple more hours. If he's not back by then; we are going with out him," he said.

"I'd like to be alone now if you don't mind," Alf then said to the roomful of people.

They all shuffled out and left Alf by himself. He opened up his drawer and took out a small photo frame. Inside was a picture of Roo and Martha. They were the two most important women in his life. Roo was now gone because he couldn't protect her. Hell would freeze over before anyone took Martha away from him.

He would do anything to get her back. And if he had to have people killed to do so; then so be it.

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Corey slid out of the bed and pulled his pants on. He quickly done up the zipper and done up his belt buckle. He turned around and looked back to the bed where a naked Sam was lying.

Sam lifted her arms and stretched them above her head; letting out a loud moan. "Just let me know when you need some more assistance. I'm happy to comply," she smirked at him.

"Don't worry; I'll definitely need you later on," Corey laughed. "And not just for my pleasure," he added.

"I'll do anything you ask of me, you should know that," Sam told him.

"That's my girl," Corey winked at her. "Now, if you'll excuse me; I need to check on my little friend down in my office," he said as he exited the room.

Corey slowly made his way down to the second level; where his office was placed. He'd been in there no more than a minute when Ash came storming into the room; dragging Amanda in by the beck of her neck.

"She came bearing gifts," Ash told Corey as he threw a gun onto Corey's desk.

Corey looked over at his sister and smiled. He could only guess that she got her present. Corey calmly walked over to her and gently traced a finger down the side of her face.

"Amanda," Corey smirked. She wasted no time in raising her hand and slapping his face. "Leave her with me Ash," Corey grinned.

Ash let go of Amanda's neck and quickly left the room; closing the door behind him. Once they were alone, Corey moved away from Amanda; only to reveal the naked and blood soaked body of Josh West.

Amanda instantly raised her hands to her mouth to stop herself from screaming. She was going to throw up.

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