Chapter Eleven

"Answer me, Scorpio. You and Frisco trade in the spy life for that of a mob henchmen?" Luke bellowed, standing up. The five men staring at him winced accordingly, but Felicia and Lucky never bothered to move. Despite their lack of reaction, Frisco Jones sent Luke a nasty look.

"Quiet, Spencer. I'm trying to delay the reunion with my wife for as long as possible."

"FRISCO!!!" Felicia yelled, sitting straight up, looking at the men all around her and Lucky still passed out on the floor.

"Oh, shit," Frisco said under his breath as Felicia leaped to her feet with a grace no woman in stilettos should possess and advanced on her absentee ex-husband.

"Frisco, what the hell? Where am I? What the hell is going on? Why are the local mobsters here? Are you in with the mob?" Felicia bombarded him with questions, jerking up the closest thing she could find which was an old towel on the floor and proceeded to beat him with it.

"She hasn't changed a damn bit," Luke chuckled to himself, looking at Jason before shifting his eyes to Sonny in question. Sonny shook his head slightly, indicating that they would talk later.

Luke didn't like it one bit, but it would stay. The fighting Jones', on the other hand, would not.

"Now…Felicia, don't be mad." Frisco said, sputtering as he swatted away the towel from his face, but his Aztec princess kept swinging. Her eyes were wide with a fury that he still longed for despite years of separation and many other lovers. No one could ever be her or give him what she had given him.

Or take away what she had taken.

His heart.

"Mad? Mad!? Mad left the building a long time ago! What the hell am I doing here? Where is here? I told you after Geor-Georgie's funeral…I never wanted to see you ever again." She took a fiery, tear-filled breath, slinging the towel across the room. "But here you are."

"But here I am."

"What'd I miss?" Lucky's voice flooded the silence around him as he sat up, blinking his eyes at the sight before him.

"Wake up, Cowboy. You've already missed the good stuff. Now, Robert and Frisco were just about to explain why they're parading around with the mob boys and kidnapping us!"

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"Hi," Nadine simply greeted as she walked outside to see Lucas sitting on the porch steps, his knees pulled to his chest, his eyes pensive. She looked him up and down before gracelessly sitting down beside him, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"I love you. But you know that already, don't you?" He said, wringing his hands in front of him. Peering out over the backyard that he had longed for as a child, Lucas could feel her looking at him, and he hated it.

"Yes." Nadine simply answered, tears welling up in her bright blue eyes as she clung closer to his arm, hoping for the physical connection because she could feel the emotional one slipping away.

"But you don't love me, do you? You're still in love with him." His words were stoic and unfeeling, and so not her best friend. Tears began to pour wildly from her eyes as she held onto his arm for dear life.

"Oh, Lucas, I do love you. I just--"

"You're not in love with me." He shrugged her off his arm, never looking back. "I get it."

He walked away leaving her there on the porch, sobbing uncontrollably. What had she done, getting them into this?

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"Hello, Doctor Drake. Wanna give me a physical?" Bobbie said, brown eyes wide as she relished in all the danger of groping her husband in the middle of the day in a usually busy kitchen. Noah smiled, never moving from washing the dishes as Bobbie pressed her chest to his back and her hands wandered around him.

"Careful, Nurse Spencer. Our kids might hear you and sue for emotional trauma."

"Or worse. The grandkids." Bobbie whispered back to him in the same voice Morgan used when he was unsuccessfully trying to keep a secret.

"Yeah, couldn't you just see the look on Michael's face?" Noah laughed.

"Yeah, but you never answered my question, Doctor Drake. Wanna give me a physical?"

"Anytime, Barbara Jean. Anytime." Noah answered, swiveling around to kiss her, wrapping his soapy hands throughout her wild, red curls.

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Patrick could feel her before he could see her, and he prepared himself for yet another lecture at the hands of his evil step-sister. When Noah married Bobbie, he would've paid for Robin and Carly to be able to get along. Now he was willing to pay to bring Carly back over to the dark side, his side.

He missed her in his corner.

A long time ago, when all women were the same to him, he had marked her as his equal. Someone who knew the game and made no apologies for playing it. Despite their brief intentions to be lovers, they knew they were better matched as confidantes and later siblings.

He didn't have many friends, and he walked into her life at a time when she needed one. He had her back along with their younger brother Lucas. And now it felt like she'd turned on him.

"Quit sulking. You'll get frown lines." Carly said as she plopped down beside her step-brother on the ugly, floral couch in the living room of the farmhouse. One thing could be said for Luke, he always picked a hideout with some character.

Patrick gave her a hard look out of the corner of his eye, ignoring her bait.

"I'm not here to preach at you, Patrick.""Really? Because that would be a change."

"I'm sorry, but Saint Liz Webber? Ugh! It makes me want to buy you antiseptic."

"You buy Jason antiseptic?"

"Nice one. Right to the jugular. Make you feel any better?"

"Not really.""Didn't think so," Carly shook her head. Of all people in the world, why did he have to do the dirty with little Lizzie Webber? She could've justified just about anyone else. Hell, she did justify it to Robin. She just couldn't do it to herself.

"I said I'm sorry. I was drunk. I had lost a kid on the table. I don't know what else to do, Carly."

"Be patient. You're her knight-in-shining-whatever. She'll come around."

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"Our husbands still haven't showed back up. You might not mind, but this is beginning to play on my last nerve." Sam placed her hands on her hips as her mother-in-law sat on a blanket underneath a tree, watching Morgan trying to tag out Cameron and Spencer. The kids were in love with all of the great outdoors. Sam wanted to go back to the concrete jungle or at least the water. She hadn't even seen a pond for miles.

"You'll learn. Lucky's not like Luke. You won't have to go traipsing off to parts unknown or be on the run all the time. Luke does it for fun. It's part of who he is. I can accept it. Lucky's just backing him up. They'll be back soon. Then we'll both have them right where we want them…wrapped around our pinky fingers."

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