Thanks for the replies, everyone, I'm heading out and not sure if I can post tomorrow so I'll just post now...Kav, you know better then to let me scare you and Jellybean, wait till you see the next one (that is if my muse would let me write more then three sentences per day
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Jay took another look at the clock that was above the kitchen counter. She long ago lost her appetite and placed the food in the refrigerator. He was supposed to show up an hour ago. She phoned him twice and reached his voice mail after a few rings. She shifted on the couch, the black negligee hugged her curves, but the thong was going to take some adjusting. She sighed, moving towards her bedroom, intent on changing her clothes.
Knocking on her door startled her and she quickly put on a robe before opening the door "Bobby, I've been worried si…" The sight of the two foreign men startled her and she moved to close the door, gasping when one of them pushed her inside. Her legs feeling like rubber, she stumbled, crying out as she tumbled to the floor.
"Miss Morgan, isn’t it?" She nodded dumbly, watching as the other man closed the door behind him, locking it with the key. She averted her eyes to the taller man, registering the gun that was strapped to his waist. Panic seized her, liquid and boiling hot as it traveled from her mind to her heart, her heartbeat accelerating.
"What do you want?" She shook like a leaf, aware of her state of undress and the way the bulky man leered at her, as if he could see her body with some x-ray vision. Tears of fear sprang to her eyes as his gaze traveled up her legs.
"Now, now…" The taller man handed her a handkerchief. "There is no need to be afraid of us; we're just taking care of our business."
She desperately sought courage and was highly disappointed when she couldn't find any. In the movies, the actors always asked the right questions, always had the perfect way out, they never had their throat so dry that they couldn’t speak. Her head was pounding and from a distance, she felt someone shaking her, realizing that the pounding was in fact someone knocking on her door. "Open the door." Shaking her head, she watched the two men backing away, standing in a way that they could not be seen from the door.
She stumbled twice before she reached the door and her hands shook so much that it took her longer then usual to open the locks Bobby installed himself. Opening the door slowly, she stared at him, words failing her at his sight. His face was pale and his eyes were brimming with red, dark and serious. Suddenly realizing that things just might be a little more complicated then she understood, she pushed him from the door. When he barely moved an inch, she pushed harder. "Go away…"
Bobby frowned at her, startled when she gave a shout of surprise and someone pulled her inside. He rushed after her, the sickening sound of flesh hitting flesh imprinting itself in his mind. The scene in front of him almost brought him to his knees, Jay stood in front of him, Morino holding her captive, his gun pressed to her temple, a heavy bruise slowly forming on her cheek.
The gun he held in his arms felt heavy as he lowered it to the floor, kicking it away from him. Disarmed, mentally and physically, he willed his voice not to break. "Don’t hurt her."
Morino shook his head. "That wasn’t part of our deal, Manning. Buying a ticket for your girlfriend on the first plane to New York won’t do." He chuckled at the surprise in Bobby's eyes. "It doesn’t matter that you paid for it in cash, you just forgot that I have friends every where."
"A plane ticket? What’s going on, Bobby?" She hated the tremor in her voice, hated the hands that held her so tightly, sickeningly warm against the silk she wore.
"There will be time for questions later." The other bulky man tied her hands together in a painful twist, gagging her mouth with a cloth. Bobby looked at her but his eyes couldn’t bear to see her horrified ones.
"At least let her wear some clothes." He tried to buy some time, a cry of rage surfacing when the bulky man picked her up and threw her like a potato sack on his shoulder. He winced at her muffled cry of pain.
Morino grinned at her, lifting her head a little with his finger. "We won't travel long and then you will have plenty of time to question your lover. I'm sure he'll be more then happy to answer your questions, after all…nothing is as burdensome as a secret." He turned to Bobby. "One wrong move and I see to it that she will make it down the stairs faster then you would have liked, got it?"
Numb, Bobby nodded his head, the gun in his back propelling him to move forward, Jay's horrified eyes haunting him as they went down the stairs.