A/N. I am having formatting issues which I will try to resolve. My apology.I'm not much for authors notes or explaining a story. Nevertheless, for those who have asked, yes, Christian was flying alone. In my version, Ros wasn't there. No, Taylor and Ana did not have a sexual relationship, but he did sleep with her.
Flynn's head sagged on his chest. He was cold, his muscles painfully cramped and he needed to urinate. It had been quiet, very quiet for several hours. There was no one else in this large open area except Taylor and he was still out for the count. As near as he could see there were no windows, at least not on the wall facing him. There were stacks of chairs and piles of flattened cardboard but mostly there was a whole lot of nothing. His spirits sagged as he thought of Rhian and the boys.
Quickly realizing that would get him nowhere, he changed his focus to Christian. How far would Christian go to seek revenge? If only he could see him and speak with him, he might be able to show him that this behavior was unacceptable. Maybe. He heard footsteps then and the three goons were back. One grabbed Flynn by the hair and jerked hid head up."You said 6-8 hours. Why isn't he awake?"
Flynn shrugged. "Everyone is different."
"Fine! Paulie! Wake that fucker up, now!"
Paulie gave an evil grin and said, "Sure thing, boss." Then he ran out of the room. Five minutes later he returned with a bucket of water.
Flynn winced at the rattling sound of ice cubes crashing into each other. Then, as he stood over Taylors body, he dumped the bucket of ice cold water all over him. Then added a harsh boot to his ribs as an afterthought. Taylor woke in a hurry, confused, with pain everywhere. His head was pounding, his jaw ached. His lip was bleeding and he needed to take a piss. Fuck! He managed to sweep the room with his eyes and nearly lost it when he saw Flynn.
Unless he was very much mistaken, Paulies boss was Tony Fanelli, nicknamed The Undertaker and it wasnt for his wrestling moves. Fanelli was on the phone. Taylor wondered idly if he were speaking with Grey. His body language, when he nodded his hesd, it seemed somewhat deferential. Suddenly he felt Paulie haul him up to a standing position and then slam him into the cinderblock wall. He saw stars for a moment and everything spun. Paulie was screaming at him and shoved him into a chair. It was hard to think but then Taylor remembered. "I need to take a leak " Paulie looked hesitant at first. Then kicked the empty bucket over. Taylor rolled his eyes. "I'm fucking cuffed, Paulie. Can you undo one hand at least." Paulie pulled out his gun. "Okay, but make one wrong move and its over. Capisce?" Taylor silently nodded and then asked about Flynn and he probably needed to go too. Seated directly opposite Taylor now, Flynn nodded with a small grin. Once Paulie had Taylor recuffed and secure, he undid Flynn and allowed him to use the bucket as well. As positive things go,it wasn't much, but it sure beat sitting in your own piss.