Chapter Thirteen
The atmosphere in the entire casino and hotel was somber and crackling with tension. All day to day operations had been halted, the emergency shut down having been enforced from the minute that Francis and Logan had realized that Georgie had been taken from the penthouse after finding an unconscious and bleeding Milo heaped on the floor in front of the door. The only thing that had kept Logan halfway sane was the fact that entire island was blocked off from travel, including all boats. Francis had issued the order before he had even called Morgan and the men that were in route there.
Grimacing as the minutes ticked slowly by and they were still no closer to finding Georgie, Logan dropped his fist heavily on the drink container to rattle. "This is bullshit! The damn island can't be this fucking big! Tear it apart!"
Recognizing the near wild look in the younger man's eyes, Jason understood his position. He had been in the position of having too much emotions invested several times before, all relating back to incidents that involved Elizabeth. "Hayes, we are going to get Georgie back. But if we approach wherever he has her without a plan, he will kill her. Stop and use that focus that made you so highly respected in and on battlefield. Diego doesn't want her dead. As long as he doesn't feel cornered, she stands the best chances of getting back here alive."
"Just because he doesn't want her dead doesn't mean that she wouldn't rather be, Morgan," he growled, his voice breaking. "She already swore that she would kill herself the first chance that she got if he captured her again."
Milo remained silent but his eyes flashed with guilt as John Zacchara own eyes narrowed. But it was O'Brien who fully understood Logan's urgency. Having seen first hand what he had done the last time, he prayed that she was being kept unconscious and was unaware of Diego being that close to her.
A knock sounded on the door and then it shoved open immediately as the main security guard entered. "Sir, it appears that the south exit was used. We have tape of Miss Jones being carried out. She was either drugged or knocked out by the way that she was limp and not moving. The video in the garage was uploaded to the computer expert that you requested. He should be looking at it as we speak."
Dismissing Carlos, Jason scrubbed a hand over his face as he heard Francis muttered a prayer under his breath. "We are moving as soon as Spinelli gets us a position. O'Brien, I need you to explain what kind of mental condition that he will have when confronted." Seeing him hesitate, Jason shook his head, his eyes cold and focused. "Look, we all can read between the lines. I don't need or want details about what happened in the past. But you were there, I know you were. I know that you carried her into Elizabeth's studio and that my wife was following you closely with another guard that Lorenzo trusted at the time. Will he kill her if he feels that we are coming after her?"
"In front of Hayes, yes. He will want each of them to watch the other suffer. He is a calculating bastard, Jason. Way colder than Luis ever thought of being."
Exhaling heavily, Logan dropped into the chair. "Or he will make her watch as he shoots me if the chance presents itself."
"Yes."
"Is there no way to reason with him? Can she string him along to buy some time?" John demanded.
"No. Diego sees her as his property, his possession. Zacchara, this is not just an average kidnapping. She barely survived the hell that she spent with him before. Imagine the worst possibility and times it by a hundred and still won't touch what she went through." Green eyes sad and laced with worry, he shot a worried look at Logan. "His own father turned on him over her. A man I know for a fact that was ruthless in business. But at least still operates with some morals, un like his son."
The room once again settled into a thick silence as Logan stood and paced the room like a caged animal. Several cast him sympathetic looks. It was obvious that his feelings for Georgie were beyond what any of them had thought. The angry man that they had all become accustomed to had been replaced with a shattered individual that no one even wanted to attempt to calm, not that they thought it would have been possible. Because if it had been them in that position, they all knew that they would be the same way.
The chirping of Morgan's phone brought all eyes to him, but it was the pale blue one's that held the most pain that he wished was not watching him so intently. Hitting speaker, he sat the phone on the table. "Tell me good news, Spinelli. We need it now more than ever."
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Head throbbing and having trouble opening her eyelids, Georgie moaned lightly. But it was the fact that she was unable to move without feeling like she was underwater that scared her. Gathering enough strength to attept to roll on her side to quell the nausea, she whimpered as flashes of hearing Diego's voice in her ear started to flood through her sluggish brain. Swallowing thickly and immediately going still, she strained to listen to her surroundings, hoping that she was alone wherever she was.
"I know you are awake now, princess. Might as well stop the charade of pretending that you are still out." Trailing a fingertip down the curve of her neck, he grinned when she shuddered and cracked her eyelids to look at him. The terrified expression only increased his pleasure as he heard the hiss of pain from her as the light penetrated her sensitive eyes. "Don't worry, the effects of the chloroform will wear off soon. I didn't really like the idea of drugging you, but I knew that you would raise hell otherwise. Lucklily, that stupid guard stayed down long enough for me grab you without anything going awry."
Thoat painfully dry, Georgie attempted to swallow. "D-diego? Why are you d-doing this?"
"Hmm, it could be that I have missed you. Or maybe the fact that you left me." Letting the soft quality of his voice fade and the anger show, he wrapped his hand around her throat and applied enough pressure that she began to struggle weakly to break free from his hold as she gasped for breath, her movements still clumsy. "You never should have left me the first time, Georgie. I never meant to hurt you at first, but you just kept pushing my patience." Easing the strangling hold on her, he watched as the bluish tint to her lips started to pinken back up slowly as she gulped for air. "But once we are off this damn island, it will all go back to how it should have been."
Scrambling back into a ball against the headboard, Georgie rubbed her burning neck and tried to keep the fear from her face, knowing that it only gave him a pervese pleasure. Flashes of the time that she had spent with Logan flittered through her head as she closed her eyes briefly. "You know that they won't let you off this island with me, Diego."
Stopping at where he was standing above her, he backhanded her with enough force that her head bounced off the wall. Cupping the sides of her face, he pulled her closer to where he had sat back down. His breathing was rapid and his eyes filled with hate. "If I die, Georgie, so will you. But either way, you will be by my side." Leaning closer, his warm breath fanned along her neck. "If I allowed my own cousin, Sage, to be killed by a maniac, what makes you think that I am not prepared for it all to end."
Heart thudding, she twisted back enough to stare into his obsesses eyes. "Oh my God." Swallowing past the lump of grief for her friend, she felt a tear slid from her swelling eye. "W-why? She loved you?"
"Loved?" he scoffed as his hands tightened enough on her arms to make her breath hitch. "She was going to tell you about how I had been stalking you, Georgie. She didn't understand that you belonged to me, even back then. I was just waiting on the right time to make you see how beautiful that we could be. And you threw it my face by leaving the first chance you got." Giving her one last shake, he pulled her close and rested his forhead to hers. "No more. I swear that we are gonna be together for eternity." Opening his almost black eyes and grinning at the wince and her trying to recoil, Diego brushed his lips to her own trembling ones. "Don't worry, love, I'll make sure that you get to say goodbye to that bastard Hayes before I take him out. It's the least that I could do for you."
Collapsing into the pilllow as he shut and locked the door of the room that she was being held in on a boat, she tried to take deep breaths. Slowling pulling herself upright, she looked through any drawers that she could find and only saw clothing in her sizes along his. Sickened at his twisted logic of thinking that she could ever stay with him after the hell that he had already put her through, she slid down the back of the wall and rested while still keeping an ear out for noises to alert her of his presence.
"Please, Logan," she whimpered. "I can't do this. I'm not strong enough. Please!"
Hearing yelling on the top deck, she bit her lip and retreated closer against the wall as footsteps pounded back down toward her. But it was his crazed eyes that stole her breath when they once again landed on hers. Diego jerked her up to her feet, not caring that she was still off balanced from the drugs and shoved her back toward the wall, pinning her bewteen it and his body.
"Tell me, Georgianna," he whispered silkly, his mouth grazing against the flushed skin at the nape of her neck. "Did you enjoy his hands along your body? Were you so good to the Texan that they have shut all travel of the island so that they can locate you?"
"Diego," she tried to protest as he tossed her toward the bed and was immediately staddling her with her arms pinned to the bed. Pain swam in her blood, making her buck and fight against him. The last thing she saw his leering grin as he delivered a blow to the temperal area of her head.
Standing and wiping the blood from the scratches that she had managaed to inflict, Diego studied her carefully. The years away had only enhanced the beautiful woman that Georgianna had become, one that he had known all along was beneath the younger facade. He had not meant to hurt her, no yet at least, but his men telling him that Morgan had shut down all ships and that guards were at every dock, private or not, had enraged him. Ignoring the small fissure of regret at seeing the small trickle of blood on her face, he grabbed a towel and cleaned his own arms. One way or another, he was getting her off this damned island, or she was going to be dead before she went back to the man that she had been with. Diego Alcazar lost to no one, and Georgie was all he had wanted since he had laid eyes on her several years ago.
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"It's one of these four boats," Jason informed the group behind him. "All docked on the island just before sunset last night. None have had very much movement that our men can tell." Casting Logan a quick look and relieved to see the dead focus on his face with no trace of the breakdown that he had experienced earlier, he only hoped that indifference lasted until Georgie was safe. "I am taking the first one over there," he pointed to the left, "along with Milo. O'Brien and Francis will take the one right in front of it. Zacchara, you and one of your men wil take the boat just acoss from the one that we are searching. Logan, are you sure..."
"I'm going, Morgan," he bit out.
""Tell ya what, Jason," O'Brien eased between the two. "I'll go with Hayes. Send the other man of John's with Frannie."
Still not liking the idea, but knowing that the younger man would be impossible to contained, Morgan nodded once. "Fine. First order is getting Georgie away. Kill anyone that gets in the way. But I want her unharmed."
"I just pray that she is," Logan muttered, causing O'Brien to shift uncomfortably. She had been gone for almost five hours now. Those hours could have held unimaginable torture for the young brunette.
When they had seperated and each group of two started to board the boats, Claudia Zacchara remained off to the side, hidden at the private dock. She may have only met the younger Jones girl that one time, but she was good at first impressions. And Claudia had liked her. Anyone willing to pretend to shoot herself showed a quick but determined personality, but it also made it painfully clear that the young woman was in serious danger at the moment. She looked up as Morgan and his young guard exited the boat they had been checking, followed by Francis and their own guy, Roman.
"Empty. Looks like regular tourists," he spat softy. "Any signs from the other two?"
Her answer was cut off as the last boat at the edge became alive with movement. Exganging looks as gunfire erupted into the stillness,. she gave a sharp whistle and her brother immediately popped off the other boat and followed the rushing guys toward the fourth.
"Aww, I see that you all came to say goodbye to Georgie," Diego sneered as his men held guns on the uninvited guests as he carried an unconscious Georgie up and cradled her to him.
Logan inhaled sharply at seeing the bood trickling from her head, as well as the red marks around her tender throat. He could tell that her breathing was ragged and irregular. At a loss for words, he growled and stepped forward.
"Uh uh." Diego slide a large hunting knife over the arm furthest away fromm him and chuckled when a trail of blood immediatey welled. "You think that you really have any chance of getting her away, alive, that it? She's mine! When I leave this damn port, she will be with me."
Eyes cold as steel, Jason shook his head while watching him. "You aren't leaving here at all. You made a fatal error this time, Alcazar. Georgie will be coming home, with us."
"Now why would she want to do that. After all, she knows me, very intimately," he teased, his madness filled eyes still connected to Logan's. "All bitches deny the best time of their lives."
O'Brien stepped in front of Logan while Jason grabbed Zacchara's arm when he stared forward.
"Isn't it amazing that this one young woman has led all you powerful men here to this one spot. This one spot where you have no say or control." Laughing, he shifted her wieght for an easier hold. "But you will stop this idea of rescuing her here. Georgie is mine and I will kill her before anyone takes her off this boat."
Having been waiting for just the right move, Georgie brought her skull back into his as hard as she could and fell to the ground in graceless heap as he tossed her down and then kicked at her side.
"Fucking bitch!" he snarled, his nose gushing blood. He had his gun pointed at the now unconscious woman that was laying perfectly still.
Taking the opening, seven men fired the shots that knocked the South American backward and off the boat as Logan rushed to wear Georgie was umoving. Easing her around, he started barking orders at seeing that the knife that Diego had weilded had punctured her radial artery when she had been tossed aside. Making a turniquet from the belt that O'Brien immediately tossed him, Logan pulled her to him and soothed a bloody hand over her pale face. "I gotcha, doll," he whispered while praying that it had not been too late. "Stay with me, babydoll."
A/N: I know that there will be at least one more chapter, maybe two, depending on if I get everything wrapped up in just one. But I think an epilogue may be in order. I have to say that I love writing GLO! They are one of my favorite couples that never got a chance to see what would have happened if the writers weren't such smucks.
I am kind of struggling with my other storyline right now. Even though I know how I want it to move forward, getting it on paper is giving me fits. But have no doubt, I WILL get it. LOL. Just make take a couple days of yelling at the screen to do so to my satisfaction. I am also working another GLO. I have about two chapters done, but I want to make sure that it will really call to me before I post it. I don't want to start a fanfic and then loose all interests because that sucks for those that are reading it.
Any suggestions for the last one or two chapters? If so, just put it in review or pm me.
Again, thanks for all your thoughts. I amazed by the support that you all have shown and the way that you have hung on with this story. Even though it has taken awhile to find my muse again, this fanfic has been my favorite to write. (But I think that is my love for Georgie and Logan. So much wasted potential wasted! Aaacckk! Makes me want to beat certain writers and producers. Those that ruined all my couples. Sniff, Sniff!)