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Date Posted: 10:09:05 02/24/01 Sat
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's message, "The Path of Thorns" on 09:58:31 02/24/01 Sat
Chapter 8
**Helena’s Yacht**
“Who the hell do you think you are?” Lucky hissed as he barged into her sitting room. His eyes were narrowed and angry as he looked down on her. She was sitting casually in one of her plush chairs, sipping a glass of port, totally oblivious to Lucky’s apparent anger.
“It is so good to see you Lucky, I’ve missed our chats. Haven’t you?”
“What do you want?” Lucky asked, not really in the mood to put up with her double talk.
“Anger on such a handsome young man is so unattractive,” Helena noted. She looked him over, frowning at the jeans and loose fitting gray tee shirt he was wearing. “Why do I provide you money and yet you still wear these peasant like clothes?”
“Do you honestly think I’d ever touch your dirty money Helena? I’d rather be poor than affluent because of your generosity. Now please tell me why you had your little towel boy hunt me down?” Lucky asked, not moving from the doorway he was standing under.
“We need to speak my dear,” Helena said with a smile. “A game of chess first?”
“I don’t have time for chess Helena, just tell me what you want, I’ll do it and I can go back to my life.”
Helena smile, he always was an obedient boy. So innocent and open to the world, Lucky really was the sole Spencer she was fond of. He wasn’t raised with their cynicism or arrogance. That’s not to say he wasn’t a bit of a handful. It wasn’t until he learned to trust Maria did Lucky become responsive to Helena’s teachings, and even then it took a while. But eventually Lucky became the dutiful student and Helena even began to look at the blossoming young man with the fondness of a grandmother. Her own grandson, Nikolas, was a bit of a disappointment. His hatred of her was as strong as the Spencers. But Lucky, he was different.
Helena knew Lucky could barely stand to be in the same room with her. He had a great deal of hostility towards her, but she figured it was well placed. After all, he wasn’t allowed the most normal childhood. All the stories about the brother that took his place and his adventurous turned stable and happy upbringing hit Lucky hard. On the surface he pretended it meant nothing to him, and Helena knew that is where Lucky’s hostility towards her came from. Misplaced sibling jealousy. She couldn’t have that though, there had to be a way to control his temper and his rages.
When he was fifteen, learning about a particularly memorable aspect of Landon’s childhood, Lucky lashed out in a jealous rage. It happened to be a day Helena was visiting and he attacked her. He was skinny but deceptively powerful. Fast and smart, he had managed to pin Helena to the ground, holding a letter opener to her throat. Eventually he fell to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.
Helena was certain he couldn’t go on like this. There was a purpose to everything, and Lucky’s education about his family was important, but she couldn’t have him breaking down and falling to pieces. That’s when she hired the doctors.
Doctors whose main job was to control Lucky. Doctors who had very original, if not unethical, ways of keeping the teenager under control.
Lucky looked around the room, finally finding a clock, turning back to Helena with a frustrated smirk. “Are you just going to stare at me all day? Can we get on with this?”
“I know you are of age and can make your own choices and decisions, and our lessons have ceased. But I still think it is necessary for you to continue seeing the doctors.”
Lucky instantly tensed up at the mention. “You said I was free. That I could live my own life. Why do I have to see them? You promised.”
“Now, now Lucky, you know very well that they are only here to help you,” Helena said as she crossed the room. She took Lucky by the shoulder and led him into the room and had him sit on the couch. She could see his eyes cloud over, shutting down from the prospect of seeing the two men he hated more than anything.
“I don’t need to see them, I’m fine,” Lucky snapped, jumping from the couch. “You forced me to see them with the same fear tactics you are using to keep me in line now. Why? What is this all for? What have I ever done to you?”
“It is not about you Lucky, it was never about you,” Helena informed him with a sharp, ominous smile. “But you are the most important player. I gave you the choice to be free to escape and instead the first place you came was Port Charles. I offered you total freedom and this is what you do? And now you want to be left alone. I’m sorry but that is impossible.”
Lucky ran a hand through is hair in frustration, his hands slapping against his thighs as they dropped. “What do you want then? God I’m so sick of being some tool in this game of yours. I just want a normal life Helena, I want to be free of all this. I couldn’t go on with my life without meeting these people, I couldn’t. And you know what? I was going to meet them and leave, but being here for just ten minutes I knew I couldn’t leave. I like it, I want to be here, to be part of this family I am part of.
“I have brothers, two guys who I can fight with and even hate but who I know I will always be connected to. I finally got to look the people that gave me life, in the eye. I love Maria and she means the world to me, but it wasn’t the same. I always knew it wasn’t. Luke and Laura, they are my mom and dad and I lost almost twenty years. I just want the opportunity to know them, is that too much to ask for?”
Helena looked at him, almost overcome with sympathy . . .but not quite. “Lucky, I insist you have a session with Dr. Clayton and Dr. Kerros.”
Knowing he had to leave, that he couldn’t face the doctors, Lucky turned to leave. He reached out for the doorknob but was met with resistance. He looked back over his shoulder, finding the doctors standing next to Helena.
“It’s locked Lucky, I’ll leave you three alone for a while. If there are any problems let me know,” Helena said as she excused herself, leaving Lucky with the doctors.
Dr. Clayton was a middle-aged man, clean cut with graying hair and a calm demeanor. He was the psychiatrist, and though Lucky knew he probably did more damage, he was the doctor that Lucky actually got along with.
His eyes moved to Dr. Kerros, a strikingly beautiful woman in her mid thirties. She had shoulder length blonde hair and dark brown eyes, which looked to Lucky like pools of black evil. Lucky wasn’t exactly what her job title was, but he knew exactly what her job description was.
“Dr. Kerros, is there anything you need before I leave?” Dr. Clayton asked as he strode towards the door that Helena had exited.
“No Elliot, Lucky and I have been here before, I’ll let you know when we are finished,” Dr. Kerros said, her voice smooth and suggestive. Lucky watched Dr. Clayton leave, hearing the sound of the lock turning.
“Lucky, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Dr. Kerros asked with a smile that had come to turn Lucky’s stomach. “A few days more than a year since your eighteenth birthday and fourteen months since our last visit. Have you missed me?”
“Of course, who have I had to hate in your absence Dr. Kerros?” Lucky asked bitterly, feeling his entire body tense.
“Please Lucky, I think we are beyond you calling me Dr. Kerros, don’t you?”
Lucky clenched his jaw as she crossed the room to his side, smiling at him sickeningly. “How could I be so foolish. I already know none of your duties have anything to do with being a doctor. How did you get that title . . .Jane?” he said her name with as much disinterest as possible.
“Oh Lucky, I wish you did act with such contempt around me.”
Lucky snickered, bushing her hand off of his shoulder and walking to the couch. He sat down, stretching his legs out and on the expensive coffee table of Helena’s. “It’s funny, Helena says the same thing to me. She wishes I didn’t hate her. For two seemingly smart women you’d think you’d understand why I hate you both. Of course, that’s what poor Dr. Clayton is for. Right? To make sure that I forget all the shit I’ve had to deal with at both of your hands? Right?”
“Lucky I …” Jane began. Lucky waved his hand in the air, shutting her up.
“It’s amazing the act I can put up in front of people. My parents, who I just met after nineteen years, think I’m a well adjusted, good kid. Hell, Maria who is the only person I could ever depend on doesn’t realize how messed up I am. I’m good at hiding stuff, aren’t I?” Lucky asked blithely, his tone throwing the doctor off.
Lucky stood up and walked towards her, looking her right in the eye. “I’ve changed a lot since we first met, you have to admit that I’m very different in many ways.”
“I never said you weren’t,” she said, equaling the intensity in his voice with her own detached interest. “You were a boy when I was first hired, and now you are very much a . . .man.”
“And who gets the credit for that? Maria for being such a wonderful mother and raising me? Helena for forcing me to grow up by tormenting with me with the knowledge of the life that was stolen from me? You?”
Jane reached out and touched the side of his face. He flinched, her hands were cold and her touch was something he never needed to feel again. “You know the answer to that Lucky. You know the answer.”
**Pier 21**
“Wow Carly, this looks beautiful,” V said with a smile as Carly showed her around the restaurant. At the picnic the two women talked and decided to go to lunch later in the week. At lunch Carly offered to show her around the restaurant, proud of the months of work they put into it.
“We hope to open in about two weeks. We finally have our chef and headwaiter, we are very excited. That is if Lucy and I don’t drive each other insane before the opening,” Carly added with a laugh.
“That’s some selection.”
“Oh, I know, I picked all the wines out personally,” they heard Lucy telling someone as they came from the bar. “Look, there’s my partner now.”
“Hey Lucy, you giving a tour too?” Carly asked, smiling at the man with Lucy.
“Yeah, this is Steven Lars, he’s a doctor at GH.”
“We’re you at the picnic? You look awfully familiar,” Carly said as she studied his face thoughtfully.
“I was, but I also live in your building. You may know my sisters, Liz and Sarah Webber,” Steven said.
“You’ve got to be kidding me?” Carly grumbled, looking to the ceiling in disgust.
“I take it you aren’t too fond of my sisters.”
“Oh know, I don’t have a problem with Sarah she’s . . . inconsequential. It’s Lizzie, the little princess that I want to throttle.”
“I can see why,” Steven said with a laugh. “You are just like her.”
“I resent that,” Carly added flirtatiously. Sure, she was with Sonny in some capacity, of which she wasn’t exactly sure though, but there was no harm in flirting, especially with someone as sexy as Steven. “Have you two met?” she asked, looking between Steven and V.
“At the picnic, we spoke for a little bit,” V said with a smile. She had been instantly drawn to the handsome doctor, though she had a feeling he was interested in Maria.
“Yeah,” he muttered, smiling at V. The picnic was a fruitful one, he found himself attracted to not one, but two beautiful women. Maria had sparked an intense, almost animal like attraction inside of him, she was most likely the type of person he needed to stay away from, especially if he was trying to rebuild his life. But V, she was sexy and funny, and very down to earth, someone he could totally see himself with.
Carly pulled Lucy away for a moment, saying it had something to do with restaurant business. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“That’s highly doubtful Carly,” Lucy said with a laugh. Clearly caught up in her friend’s excitement she added, “Tell me though.”
“I think it is time to play cupid. Our first match: V and Steven.”
**Helena’s Yacht**
“You know, I’ve been doing some thinking this last year. About you and what exactly Helena thinks she ever got from our visits,” Lucky said as he slowly paced the room. Jane was sitting on the couch, watching his every move closely. “Because I really have no idea. Did they make me more open to my sessions with Dr. Clayton? I’d like to think that’s why it happened, but really, I didn’t mind Dr. Clayton. He’s just a shrink. Even though he’s doing Helena’s bidding, I know he’s just being a doctor. Unlike some people I know.”
“So droll.”
Lucky looked at her and winked before continuing, “Did she think it made me feel ashamed? Cause again, I don’t think so. Sure, I hated it, but I didn’t hate myself. How could I? When you were so obviously enjoying everything on a very basic level. I was obviously very adept at what I did. What I hated was you. Sure, I was a bit mad that I gave in every time. But I was protecting Maria and myself, it didn’t matter. And trust me Jane, I was fifteen when it started, I had enough hormones pumping through my body to justify anything.
“There you were, this beautiful and at first very kind and gentle woman. You were everything I ever fantasized about, and you seemed to want me. Now that I think about it, I suppose your job was to squash all my rages and desires. I suppose you did a good job, I mean I didn’t try to kill Helena any times after that. Right?”
“Our talking is not going to do anything but delay my duties.”
“Why do you still have these duties, that’s what I want to know. You know what I think?” Lucky asked as he moved to the couch, sitting on the coffee table in front of her. “I think Helena knew all she needed was Dr. Clayton, my shrink, to make sure I don’t go all wacky and start telling people the real truth. Of course, with all her threats against the people I love, how could I tell the truth. I’m not stupid. What I think happened, you found out that Dr. Clayton was coming and you couldn’t be left out. All that medical research you conducted, you couldn’t pass up what you did. Right?”
“You think you know so much Lucky, don’t you?”
“I know more than you can imagine . . .you taught me that. But it is not going to happen this time. I never knew what being in love was about back then, how could I? I was just a kid. But now, now I have an idea what it is like. So there is no way in hell I’ll let you have what you want.”
“Oh, you mean Elizabeth Webber,” Jane declared, freezing Lucky in his spot. “It’s amazing what Helena’s people know. You are in love with your brother’s girlfriend, and now you want to save everything for her. How noble.”
“Go to hell,” Lucky hissed.
“You may be right about my motives for coming here Lucky. In fact, how could you not be. But given all that I know about Helena and how I could destroy her, she easily went along with my request. You don’t comply and . . .well, remember what happens when you say no?”
Lucky flinched, remembering the severe beatings he had been given through the years and had to blame on neighborhood brawls with other kids. He had a feeling that Maria never totally bought it. “Andreas wouldn’t.”
“Andreas? That pathetic waste of a guard? No, not him, but others.”
“You are pathetic Jane, you know that? Can’t you find a man your own age to play with?”
Jane grabbed him by the shoulders, basically throwing him onto the couch on his back. She stood over him, smiling playfully as he glared up at her with utter hatred. “Give me a damn break Lucky. You know what I want and if I don’t get it, not only will you pay, but so will your precious Maria and Miss Webber and whoever else, you will understand that you don’t set the rules. We do.” Jane paused, lowering her voice, “I do.”
**Harborview Towers—Lobby**
“Good afternoon Mr. Corinthos,” the doorman said with a worried smile as Sonny approached the door. “There is someone here to see you.”
Sonny stopped short of the door, looking at the man, “Why didn’t you send him upstairs.”
“He didn’t want to go up Sir, he wanted to see you as soon as you got here,” the man said, pointing inside.
Squinting his eyes Sonny looked at what the doorman was pointing at, “Thanks, um, I’ll take it from here.” Sonny rushed inside to find Lucky slumped against the wall by the elevator. “Lucky?”
“You remembered me,” Lucky coughed out.
“How could I forget? You Spencers have a way of leaving your mark,” Sonny said with a laugh, trying to lighten of the severity of the situation. He looked Lucky over, shaking his head sadly, “Lucky, what the hell happened to you?”
“Oh, that,” Lucky sighed. His lip was bleeding and he had a cut above his left eye. He looked to be holding his abdomen, most likely because he had a few cracked or at least bruised ribs. “I’ve been um . . . I can’t tell you this out here.”
“Fine, fine, why don’t we get you to the hospital, you look pretty bad,” Sonny offered as he helped Lucky stand up.
“No!” Lucky protested. “I don’t have the time for that. I need . . . Maria and Elizabeth, can you get them over here?”
“Sure,” Sonny said calmly. “Do you want to go upstairs?” Lucky nodded his head and they went towards the elevator. While they waited for the elevator to meet them Sonny ran over to the door man in a hurry, “Find Maria Antolli and get her over here right away. She should be at the restaurant with Lucy this afternoon. Send her right upstairs when she gets here. Ok?”
“Yes sir.”
Sonny turned back to Lucky, trying desperately to figure out what Lucky had gotten himself into, or what Lucky had gotten everyone into. Once they were upstairs Sonny let Lucky inside but stopped to speak with Johnny.
“Johnny, do you know if Liz is working today?”
Johnny thought for a moment. As a favor to Luke, Sonny had been keeping tabs on Liz for a long time, never wanting the young woman in danger. “Yeah she is. Why?”
“Go to Kelly’s, get her and bring her right over. Got it?”
“Yeah boss, no problem.”
Inside the penthouse Lucky had fallen onto the couch in exhaustion. His breathing was somewhat shallow and his eye was swelling up pretty badly. Sonny brought out a first aid kit in an attempt to bandage the cut above his eye and any other cuts he may have had.
“Now, are you going to tell me what happened? Who did this to you?” Sonny asked trying to be as gentle as possible.
“You know the story I’ve told about growing up in Italy, how I was basically sold on the black market and all that? Well, it’s a lie. My parents and my brothers know the truth, but they are the only ones. What really happened was . . .”
“Helena Cassadine?” Sonny questioned as he handed Lucky a clean white towel to hold of the cut on his lip.
“How’d you know?” Lucky asked in near panic, afraid that Helena would find out from someone that he was telling the real story.
“I’ve known your parents and family long enough to know that whenever something bad happens to the Spencers, the odds are good that the Cassadines are somehow involved.” Sonny paused for a moment as he looked for something to bandage the cut with. “So Helena’s people did this to you because Luke and Laura know the truth.”
“Not quite,” Lucky’s eyes dropped in shame. “Forget it, it’s not important.”
“If I’m going to help you, I need to know what is going on. Why beat you up?”
Lucky looked up at Sonny, his blue eyes flashing with pain. For a moment Sonny felt as if he was looking at a little boy, like he was looking at himself so long ago. “Nobody else has to know Lucky, it’ll be just between you and me.”
“It started when I was fifteen. I was starting to grow restless, unable to accept all the crap Helena was trying to make me believe. I wanted out, I wanted all the garbage to stop, I just wanted to be normal. One day I just snapped, I attacked Helena and was one second away from killing her. It occurred to her that maybe I wasn’t in the best state of mind, that I needed something to keep me in line. That’s when Dr. Clayton and Dr. Kerros came into the picture.
“Dr. Clayton is just a shrink, sure he was working for Helena, but he never really did any damage. I could always see right through that stuff. I knew who I was, I knew why I had problems, I didn’t need this guy to make me analyze my dreams to figure it out. But Dr. Kerros . . . she was a different story. Her job was to keep in line physically.”
Sonny’s jaw clenched in anger that people could be so careless with the life of a boy. “So she beat you?”
“God no, Helena’s men beat me when I didn’t cooperate with her, with Jane. What she did was entirely different. I suppose somewhere in medical school she came under the impression that physical rage was the same as, well . . .as being a fifteen year old boy who had the same sexual drives and desires as any other teenage boy.” Lucky paused, noticing the horrified look on Sonny’s face. He laughed bitterly, having lost himself in the moment, “She didn’t exactly force herself on me that first time. Hell, I was a kid and she was hot, man. I didn’t really know that sex was about being in love. My only example to look at was Maria and my adoptive father. And he beat her and was a bastard to her, so what did I know?
“But it wasn’t bad for a first time. It wasn’t great and later I realized it was very wrong. But I did consent that first time. I was afraid and sick and tired of everything in my life. It seemed like a decent escape. I was so scared all the time Sonny, I thought maybe, for a moment, I could forget what my life was. I always put on a good face for Maria for my friends, now for all of you guys. But inside I . . . do you know what it is like to cringe at the idea of getting out of bed in the morning. To realize you have to face a life you know isn’t yours. To learn about the family, the life you should have? I was just a kid man, it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair.”
Sonny stayed silent as he listened to Lucky’s story, certain that this was a one-time thing. He wished he could call Kevin and have Lucky talk to him about this, but knew instinctively that Lucky needed to get this out right now.
Lucky wiped a tear from his eye before continuing, silently berating himself for crying. “Anyway, the beatings didn’t come until the second time Dr. Kerros visited. I was growing more restless and Helena called in the big guns again to keep me in line. I knew that what happened with Dr. Kerros couldn’t, wouldn’t happen again. So I fought back, I wouldn’t let it happen. So they beat me, being very careful as to not really hurt anything vital, just enough to make sure I was in pain and would cry for mercy. It would continue until I gave in to the inevitable. I suppose you can call what she did to me . . . she forced me to . . .” Lucky’s voice faded off and he buried his head in his hands. He sobbed a few times, unable to control his emotions and hating himself for it.
“Anyway, it stopped when I turned eighteen. I hadn’t seen either of the good doctors in about fourteen months until I went to the yacht today. Helena wanted to see me, and I knew if I didn’t go she’d do something to Maria or someone. Well, I was surprised with a visit from both Dr. Clayton and Dr. Kerros. At this point in the game I can understand Dr. Clayton, but the only reason Jane was there was to put me through hell again. I don’t think she realized how much I’ve changed in the last few years. I’m stronger and more arrogant now, I wouldn’t take her sh-t. She threatened me with the beatings and she . . .oh god, she threatened Elizabeth and Maria. But I couldn’t go through with it Sonny. I couldn’t. I wanted to protect them and just give the bitch what she wanted, but I couldn’t. So they beat me, threw me off the yacht and I came here.”
Sonny nodded his head, Lucky’s story having hit a nerve in him. “You need my help in protecting them.”
“If anyone can it is you.”
“Then I will. I already have people watching Liz, but I’ll put a guard on her regularly, and I’ll have one on Maria too. Is there anything else?”
“Yeah, Maria needs a more secure place to live.”
Thinking for a moment, Sonny remembered that Jason’s penthouse had been empty since he went on the run. “The penthouse across the hall, she can have it, you can stay there too if you like.”
“No, I’ll be fine.” Getting nervous Lucky stood up and walked to the door. “You did call them both to get them over here right?” Sonny nodded his head.
Sonny walked over to the counter and poured himself a glass of Scotch, downing it quickly before looking back at Lucky. “So, what exactly do you intend to do? Shouldn’t we really call your father?”
Lucky looked at Sonny crossly, “I just met him man, I don’t want to involve him. I’m sorry I’ve gotten any of you involved already, I should never have come here. But I did, and now I’ve got to deal with it the best way I can. I have to leave Luke and Laura out of it, please promise me you understand?”
“Fine,” Sonny threw his hands in the air apologetically as he sat down next to Lucky. “So what is the plan?”
“I’d rather wait until I speak with Elizabeth first, considering it affects her.”
“Fair enough,” he nodded, anxiously looking at the door. Kelly’s was barely five minutes away by foot from the penthouse, she should have been there by now. As if on cue Johnny knocked on the door to announce the guest.
“Elizabeth is here,” Johnny said as he let the young woman in. She looked upset, her eyes were red and puffy, Lucky was instantly worried.
“What is this all about? We were doing something!” Carly called out angrily as she and Maria entered the penthouse right behind Liz. “Well? . . .What is she doing here?”
Liz turned to glare at Carly, “I was asked here.”
“I want you gone,” Carly snapped back.
“Carly, what are you doing here? I only asked for Maria, not you,” Sonny cut her off. “You can go back to work, this doesn’t concern you.”
“That’s alright, she may be able to help,” Lucky announced as he stood up. “As long as you understand, that whatever we discuss in here has to stay between us only. Can you handle that?”
Carly looked at her cousin, the young man she met barely a week earlier. She was an untrusting person normally, something she had cultivated through the years in order to protect her own self-welfare. But looking into Lucky’s honest blue eyes, she couldn’t help but want to do whatever he asked. “You have my word . . .” she paused, just realizing his face was cut pretty badly and he seemed to be having some trouble breathing. “What happened to you?”
Before Lucky could say anything Maria was by his side, “Baby, what? What . . .”
“Everyone sit down,” he said, looking to Sonny imploringly. It was a silent message that what Lucky had told Sonny earlier was to always stay between them only. What he was about to tell Liz, Carly, and Maria would be the abridged version. “It’s Helena . . .”
“I knew it!” Carly declared victoriously. “Sorry, go on.”
“She’s not too happy with me being in town so . . . she had her men rough me up. She wanted me to do something, something I couldn’t do . . .” Lucky looked at Maria, “I can’t tell you what, just take my word.”
“She’s done this before, hasn’t she? All those times you said you had gotten into a fight, it was Helena, wasn’t it?” Maria asked, her blood beginning to boil.
“Yeah, but that’s not important now. But what is important is that she threatened you and Elizabeth and it is my job to protect you both.”
Liz was about to say something but couldn’t fight the words. The look in Lucky’s eyes was so haunting. She barely knew him a week, but she felt a connection with him she couldn’t explain, and listening to his almost defeated tone and the look of pain in his eyes broke her heart. All she wanted to do was protect him.
“Sonny suggested and I agreed that you move into the penthouse across the hall. You’ll have a guard all the time, and working with Carly, you shouldn’t be in too much danger. I think that should be sufficient for now,” Lucky explained, turning his directions to Liz. He looked at her, she was so beautiful, so innocent, he hated himself for pulling her into the hell of his world. “It’s going to be a bit trickier with you though.”
“I know I only met you a week ago, but I trust you Lucky. Whatever you need me to do, I’ll do it.”
“I’m glad you said that, because I think the only way to convince Helena that you aren’t . . .that we aren’t together or anything like that will be to make sure it’s not possible,” Lucky said, waving his hand to stop her from speaking. “I can’t explain it Elizabeth. But I’ve never felt this connected to anyone as I do to you, I don’t think I can go on without at least being able to see you.”
“Me too . . . Lucky, before you go on there is something I have to tell you.”
“In a second, let me continue before I chicken out,” Lucky begged, taking her hands into hers as he sat on the ottoman across from the couch. “If I just left Helena would know something was up. What we have to do is put up the front that we are just casual friends at best and that’s where Landon comes in. I think the best way to keep you safe, to guarantee your safety would be for you and Landon to get married. As soon as possible.”
Everyone looked at Lucky in shock, but Liz was the first to speak. “What?”
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