A/N: This chapter is kind of shorter than the others, but I felt that the next one should stand alone. I appreciate all of the reviews and those who are reading the story. It helps to know that you are enjoying it and just reading what you think. It helps keep me motivated.

Question...had a great story idea pop into my head last night while working. It will involve Georgie, that much I know, but I am unsure on who I want her paired with...Logan, Johnny Z, or Dante. Don't want to give my plot away, but any suggestions who the male should be? What do you guys want to see? message me with suggestions. Also working on a Liason and Georgie/Johnny Z story for those that like them. I have three chapters done but won't start posting until I have at least five.

Chapter Nine

The hillside that they were traveling on was mostly rolling hills that with small stone cottages dotting the landscape. It was a beautiful countryside made only more mystical appearing because of the slight drizzle that fell from the sky. This was a side of Italy that Georgie had not known existed. She had associated the country with the bustle of the cities, the famous artworks, and canals. But her eyes drank in the lovely scenery as it sped by.

"You're quiet."

Breaking her concentration, she turned in her seat to be able to look at Logan as he spoke. "Just enjoying the view."

Moving one hand from the wheel and picking up his coffee, he gave her a smug grin. "So you like my suggestion that we take the country roads, huh?"

"Don't be a jerk. I admit that I was wrong."

"I'll have to remember that. You hardly ever admit that you were mistaken."

Shaking her head at his teasing, Georgie took a bite of the banana muffin that she had been nibbling on. "Shut up, Logan. That side of you that reminds me of my sister is starting to show." At his frown, she giggled.

"I already told ya, doll, I am nothing like Maxie." When she broke off a small bite and held it toward him, he snatched it from her and popped it in his mouth. "Besides, you know that it's hard to get one up on you Gotta enjoy it when I can."

"Not my fault. I am a wealth of useless knowledge. It happens."

"Yeah, well, I think that it is cute."

Amused, she tossed the last piece of the muffin at him. "You suck sometimes, Lo." Grabbing the map from the backseat, she shivered as his large hand brushed her thigh and squeezed it as she settled back into the seat. Looking at him from the corner of her eye as she opened the book, she caught his knowing smile. "Brat!"

"You love my playful side, baby, don't kid yourself otherwise." Turning his focus back to the road, he shifted gears as they hit a straight stretch. "How far are we from a city? I didn't think that we would lose cell service. I wanna check in with Morgan."

"Hmm, about another thirty minutes." Glancing at the darkening sky, Georgie stretched her stiff back. "Are we stopping there for the night? We have been in this car since six-thirty this morning."

"Food and a room are on top of the list, honey."

"If we make good time, we should reach the border and enter into Switzerland tomorrow. Are the passports that Johnny brought going to get us through without a problem?"

"I'm sure they will. You know that Morgan wouldn't take a chance if the guy doin them wasn't good."

Looking at him, she shrugged. "I know that I am close with Elizabeth, so people assume that I am with Jason as well. But he is hardly ever around when I visit the house. And he is banned from Jake's when we all have a GNO."

"Milo probably wishes that he was too."

Pointing at a stone villa with a large pond off to the side, she sighed. "I always wanted some place like that. It's beautiful."

Hearing the wistful tone, he looked over at the place that he was passing. The two story villa did have a look that caught your eye. "You got taste, doll. My ma used to dream of having a stone house instead of our farmhouse." Slowing the car as they neared the town, he patted her leg. "You never know, Georgie. One day you may get your dream house."

"I wish, but I could never afford a place like that. At least for a long time anyway."

Twenty minutes later he entered the small room that he had rented, his face dark and his features displaying his unhappiness. Glancing up from the paperback book that she had picked up the day before, Georgie felt her stomach clench. It was obvious that whatever he had heard from Jason had not been good. Setting the book on the nightstand, she stood and walked over to where he stood, watching her. "Lo?"

"Johnny is heading here. He will be here by in the morning. They lost Diego. He slipped away from the small group that was watching him."

Paling, she winced. "How long ago?"

"Sometime last night. It is also clear that he is not heading to France." Pulling her close and supporting her as she swayed, Logan tenderly rubbed her back. "Georgie girl, it will be okay. I will never let him lay another hand you, I swear. Jason wants us ready to leave when O'Brien gets here. We are going to Corinthos' private island."

"But I thought that the tropical storms were too bad right now?"

"It will be fine, amybe just a rough flight." Brushing his lips along the cool skin of her neck as he spoke, Logan breathed in her scent. "Somehow, Diego is getting information that he should not be getting. We have to leave. The only people aware of the change of us going to the island is Morgan, O'Brien, and Elizabeth. None of them are going to blurt that out." Feeling her tremble, he knew that she was scared. "You trust me, right, doll?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Then let me worry about Diego."

"Easier said than done, Lo."

He rested his forehead against her own, staring into her chocolate colored eyes. The spark that he had admired in her seemed to be dimming right in front of him. It was like she automatically lost all hope when it came to anything relating to Diego. Logan refused to let that happen anymore. The sicko had controlled her far too long. "You will never again have to fear him when this all said and over, Georgie." When his lips met hers, he felt her sigh and then come to life in his arms. It was all the encouragement that he needed. He was done wasting time trying to keep his distance from her. He knew without a shadow of doubt that she was the one that he was meant to be with. It only frustrated him that he had wasted so much time fighting against it.

Never breaking the contact, he walked her backwards until the back of her legs were flush with the edge of the bed. Making sure not to rush her, giving her plenty time to change her mind, his fingers skimmed upwards, under the small shirt that she wore. Spanning her flat stomach, he caressed her flushed skin, slowly sliding them up until he was cupping her breasts. Her soft moan was answered with a growl of his own. Breaking away, he waited until her eyes fluttered opened and she was looking at him through desire glazed eyes.

"Baby girl, you gotta be absolutely sure that this is what you want."

Untucking his shirt from his jeans with one hard yank, she bit her lip and gave him a sly grin. "I was sure the other night, Logan. I want you, more than you could know. Stop being all noble."

Hissing as her nails danced over his bare chest after he tossed his shirt away, he shoved her onto the bed and followed her in one fluid movement, his body covering hers. Nipping at the nape of her neck, he finally gave into the fire that she ignited within him. "You got me, baby, for as long as you want me."

Georgie reached for the bottom of her own shirt and pulled her up and over her head, letting it soon join his on the floor. Their kisses became more intense and soon all their clothes were on the floor. Only when he braced himself above her did Logan regain some of his control. Waiting until she looked up at him, he saw her give a small nod while her eyes stayed connected with his. Capturing her lips with a tender kiss, Logan slowly pushed into her while muffling her moan and then holding himself still to give her body time to adjust.

"Oh God, Logan," she whimpered, her nails scoring his back as she wiggled, lifting her hips upward. Getting the message, he let her set the pace as their bodies started to move as one. His grey eyes never leaving her face, he knew that there was no going back now. Everything had changed between them and they both knew it.

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Diego looked up as one of his men entered the den. His dark eyes were flat and emotionless. "Did you track down her location yet?"

"Yes. Her and the man are checked into a small hotel in a town nearby. They haven't left their room since they arrived three hours ago, Sir."

Tightening his hand into a fist, Diego slammed it onto the desk top. The blank look that he had worn up until those words was immediately replaced with a rage so severe that it caused his employee to step back. "Sir?"

"Tell the guys that we will leave at three am. I am not leaving her with that worthless Texan another day. Georgianna belongs to me. Once we have her out of there, I want that Logan Hayes dead, Paul. Make arrangements for the jet to be ready. We will be leaving for my uncle's compound as soon as we have retrieved her." Dismissing the other man, he turned and scowled into the fireplace. After three years of planning, it was finally coming together, and nothing would mess it up. Georgie Jones was returning to him, where she belonged.

The anger coursing through him at the idea of another man in her life threatened to drown him. Knowing that he needed to calm down some, he grabbed the bottle of whiskey sitting on the counter in front of the window and let his mind wonder.

His next move after getting her back at his side where she belonged, was already planned. Diego knew that he would have to take out his father. It still rankled that his own father had let her go the first time that he had attempted to take what belonged to him. And Lorenzo Alcazar would die for his part in that mess. Because not only did Georgie get away, she had killed their child, his heir. White rage burned through him as he remembered finding out. It had destroyed a part of his soul to learn that. He also blamed Lorenzo for the fact that Samantha McCall had shot him and that it had taken him months to recover and put his current plan into action. But the deciding factor to end his father once and for all was that he had given Georgie the money for the abortion and arranged for the doctor after learning about the pregnancy, helping her and Morgan's wife keep everything quiet from her pathetic father and sister.

Draining the glass of whiskey, Diego slammed it onto the desk and moved to look at the photographs that his men had taken only two days ago. Seeing a smiling Georgie with her small hand tucked into the blond man's, her eyes sparkling with happiness as she laughed at something, caused him to upend the heavy piece of furniture. As it tipped onto it's side and slid across the hardwood floor, he thought back to is conversation with Brenda and threw the decanter of alcohol into the fire. He knew that this Logan had been in the war and was well trained, but everyone had a weakness. And it looked like Georgie would be his. When faced with the choice of her death if he attempted to fight, Diego knew that the blond would relent. The look in his eyes as he had stared at her in the photo made it clear that they had developed feelings for one another. And while he was going to make her pay for her betrayal, Diego would use it to his advantage to get what was rightfully his.

Turning and picking up the shattered picture frame that had been collateral damage in his fit, he picked off the larger shards off glass and shook his head. "I'm sorry, Sage. I honestly thought that if Georgie believed that she was responsible for your death, that she would come to me out of guilt. Instead, it shoved her further away from me. Still, I couldn't allow you to tell her that I was working her. You really should've stayed out of my business. If you had, I wouldn't have steered that unstable Mary your way." With sorrow in his deep voice, he placed the frame on the mantle to be replaced.

Looking at his watch, he saw that it was after ten. Five more hours and he would have his Georgie back and be on a plane to safety. Whistling, he ripped the picture of her and Logan into pieces before tossing it into the fire. Patience really was a virtue and his would soon pay off.

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Snapping awake, he remained still and listened. Something had woken him, but he was not sure what. Hearing a click, he grabbed the glock from the nightstand and untangled himself from a sleeping Georgie. His finger on the trigger, he stared at the door as it swung open.

Abruptly stopping midstep, Johnny nodded his approval. "You really are as good as I heard," he whispered. Reaching behind him, he silently eased the door shut. Green eyes surveyed the room and hurriedly looked away from the bed. While covered, it was clear that the young woman he had watched grow up was naked under the sheet. Glaring at Logan, he sighed before running a hand through his hair. "We have a big problem, Hayes. Diego's men are across the lot. I knocked out the two that I saw, but we have to move. They have to be planning on coming her tonight and who knows how many are out there."

"Fuck!"

"Yep, that sums it up. I'll wait in the bathroom. Wake Georgie and get dressed. We are leaving in a few minutes."

Logan waited until the Irishman shut the door before gently shaking Georgie awake. When her eyes cracked open, he kissed her cheek. "Come on, doll. O'Brien is here."

Fulling awake at that statement, she blinked and held the sheet to her as she sat up. "Please tell me outside."

"Nope. Sorry. Bathroom." Seeing her skin redden, he took her hand, knowing that was to come would erase the embaressment. "You gotta get dressed, now. We gotta get the hell out of here."

Forgetting all ideas of modesty, she swallowed and reached for her clothes. "He's here?"

"Not yet, but his men are. So that means that he is close."

Tears shimmering in her eyes, she blinked as she pulled on her clothes swiftly. Logan watched her carefully as he dressed and had to bite back the urge to scream when he saw her back in the light. Scars covered her entire back from just below the shoulder blades and stopped right above her waist. It liked she had been beat with a bull whip. He waited until she was tying her shoes before giving Johnny the all clear. Once all three stood in the small room, both looked at her with worry clearly on their faces.

"Georgie, you know that we will do whatever we can to get you out of here. But unfortunately, I want you prepared for anything that may happen. If Logan and I get injuried, you got to promise to go if you can."

Linking her fingers with Logan, she barely nodded in agreement as he squeezed her hand.

Wishing that he had more reassurances than he did, Johnny felt for her. He knew the hell that the young woman had already endured. Pulling out one of his extra guns, he held it out to her. "Take it. I saw you for years at the firing range with Mac. You are a better shot than some of the guys, kiddo." When she hesitantly took the firearm, he cast Logan a quick look. "If we get seperated, Georgie, you are to go to Milan and meet up with John Zacchara. He and his sister arrived an hour ago. They will get you the hell out of here. Jason is a couple hours behind them, but he is on his way. He trusts them to get you to safety if something happens that we can't. Promise me, Georgie," he urged when she shook her head in denial.

Knowing that she was struggling, Logan cupped her cheek and turned so that he was face to face with her. "You have to, Georgie! Don't you dare look back and try to help either of us if you have the opening to go. I expect you to run and not look back. Do you understand?"

Hating even the thought, she swallowed thickly and nodded.

Watching the interaction, Johnny hoped that it did not come to that. What he saw in her face reminded him of Elizabeth. Georgie would not go, she was just humoring them, and he knew it. "Zacchara sent one of his helicopters to get us to Milan to meet up with Jason when he arrives. We just have to get to the preset landing spot. It is about three miles outside town."

Logan opened his mouth to say something but it was cut off when the door was kicked opened. Immediately placing himself in front of her, he heard Georgie gasp and felt her icy hand tremble violently as she curled her fingers into his shirt. Johnny cursed and aimed the gun that was in his hand at the man standing there sneering.

"Hello again, Georgie. We really do have a lot to discuss," Diego announced as he and five of his men entered the room.