Chapter Fifty-One
Whatever he had planned to say, some sort of platitude or whatnot died on his lips. Even though at this moment he couldn't stand the sight, never mind just being in the same room with the man, he understood that there was a good chance that his child had just died.
"I'll give you a few more moments, but really I need to start my interrogation soon." Mac said as he shut the door behind himself.
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Liz's hold on Jason's hand tightened, she could see the emotions warring on his face and no matter how she felt about Sam, she knew this was going to be hard on him, even if the child was not his. Jason didn't take well to any child's untimely demise.
For a man who was capable of killing a man without compunction, his heart was abundantly big when it came to small children. It was just another fact that made her love him even more. He was such a conundrum that she sometimes felt small when sharing the same space as him.
He could be cold and calculating, Sonny's perfect enforcer, his blue eyes steel-like in quality, his emotions tampered down by his need to do his job. The stoniness of his stance and posture, and the way he never quite let his guard down, it all added to the visage that permeated him, it was like an electrical storm flowed within his veins, keeping every muscle and thought taut and ready for action.
Then there was the Jason who risked everything for an innocent child, who would lay his very life on the line to protect that innocence, they way he interacted with their boys was proof of that, his cobalt blue eyes seemed to glow from within, every movement and every word, flowed from him, designed to soothe, and it worked ever so well.
And of course there was the Jason who she knew intimately, the one who's blue eye's sparkled when she walked into a room, they way his body intuited her every move and desire. The way he could look at her, almost through her and know what she needed and was thinking, his blue eyes were calm and content, but not boringly so, it was like he had finally found a piece of himself when they had finally stopped fighting their undeniable attraction.
But there was also one other Jason that she had known and loved, but this Jason was the one who took all the hurt and pain and anger and bottled it, swallowing it, this Jason was the one who had tried to push her away for her own good, who had tried to hurt her, in order to make her walk away. This was a Jason she couldn't always reach, she only hoped that this side of him wouldn't rear its head. They had just taken the next step, she didn't want him contemplating the dangers once again.
Jason knew what was going through her mind, because partially some of it was going through his. The only thing he could do was take comfort from her warm hand, and later he would remind her, that he was in this marriage for the long haul. She had told him there was no way he was going to get away from her, but what she hadn't understand, he felt the same way. There wasn't anything that was going to cause him to pull away from her again.
The good things in life were always too few, whatever the reason for that, he was done trying to make things safe. Life wasn't safe, life was about love and happiness and he planned on taking part in all the good things life had to offer.
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Lucky watched the silent exchange that was happening before his very eyes. The undeniable passion and love that radiated off the two was suffocating. The bands around his heart tightened, constricting emotions warred within.
He didn't know what to say or think, once again a child had been taken from him, whether it was his or not was beside the point, he had placed his hopes and dreams upon the birth of that child. It didn't faze him that the simple fact was ludicrous, but it was the same, to him, a child meant a concrete sentiment. If he had a child of his own, then perhaps he would have a reason to live, to keep drawing breath.
He wanted, he longed for a concrete love, one that couldn't or wouldn't be taken from him, and the love of a child seemed like the best opportunity to have something that lasted a life time. No one needed to tell him that it was a stupid desire, but it was what it was.
"Okay, I think it is time you two leave, your quiet sexual undertones is turning my stomach." Lucky said, all of a sudden, all the rage and anger and sadness finally found an outlet, or rather once again found an outlet.
He launched himself out of his seat, reaching hands out to grab at Elizabeth. Whatever his intentions, they were lost when Jason easily slapped his hand away. His temper rising at the stupid move.
"What do you think you are doing Lucky?" Jason asked, his muscles growing taut, something just didn't feel right.
"Oh cut the crap, you don't know what you are talking about. That child that died tonight, it may very well have been yours, but you can't seem to spare a second thought for that child, because you have what you want, my wife, my children. You are a murdering monster who doesn't deserve…" Lucky spat out, his anger and rage bringing for a man neither Jason nor Liz had ever really witnessed.
"Lucky, you don't know what you are saying. I know you are upset and the lose of another possible child kills you, but don't ruin everything that you have worked to repair." Elizabeth said, hoping common sense would work on him, but she wasn't sure she had never seen him so irate, had never seen the pure lividness of his temper, especially not directed towards her.
Lucky strained against his restraints, nothing at this moment felt more right than wiping the saintly pitying look from her face, but his hands were successfully bound, preventing him from any grand movement in her direction. But that didn't stop from trying. Something inside of him had snapped and things that at first seemed better forgotten rose to the forefront of his mind, and he remembered everything.
"I don't regret working with Mateo, your perfect saintliness is to much to bear, you are a walking contradiction. You claimed you loved me, but you couldn't wait to warm a murders bed, you took solace and pleasure in his stained hands. You are a monster Elizabeth, and you deserved to die, I only wish Mateo would have finished the job, because you don't deserve to live. Sam was right about you, you flaunt your perfection, looking down your nose at everyone, but you are no different than anyone else, you just like hiding behind your goodie goodie attitude." Lucky said, his anger only increasing as his rant went on.
Jason's fist clenched tighter and tighter, his control slow slipping, he wanted nothing more than to kill the man standing in front of him. Lucky had just admitted that he had set in motion the plans to hurt, no to kill Elizabeth. There was nothing of the boy left in the man, Lucky's form hunched over, looked like a completely different person, something was wrong with him, but Jason didn't care if he was meantally imbalanced or not.
He couldn't take the cold looks he was shooting at his wife, on there own violation, Jason's fist pulled back, smacking directly into Lucky's face, the younger man went down hard, the sound of his wrist breaking was louder still than the scream of pain and outrage he let loose.
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Mac stood outside the door, he wasn't eavesdropping or anything he was just waiting for his time to go in. But of course nothing worked the way it was supposed to.
Before he could even grasp the doorknob, Nikolas and Luke were standing in front of him, demanding to know what was going on. With a heavy sigh, Mac directed the two men into his office.
This had already been a long night, and it was about to get longer. As the two men took a seat across from him, he wondered again, if it was time to retire. This town took so much out of him, he rarely had time for anyone, let alone himself, and between Maxie making a mess of her life and Georgie's problem with Dylan, he understood, sooner or later he would have to make a decision, before everyone in his family was ruined.
Pulled from his dark thoughts, Mac looked towards Luke, a man who prided himself on being a thorn in his side, but tonight, the stark reality of what was happening and had happened, had stilled Luke's quick tongue, for the time being at least.
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A.N. Thank you to everyone who has replied thus far, it really does mean a lot to mean. I only hope I continue to entertain you with this tale. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. It really does mean the world to me.