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Date Posted: 10:17:07 02/24/01 Sat
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's message, "The Path of Thorns" on 09:58:31 02/24/01 Sat
Chapter 14
**Canada**
Lucky stood by the window of the dingy hotel room he and Landon were staying in at the moment. Two weeks had passed since the wedding, two weeks since the murder, two weeks since everything changed, and yet nothing had happened since. He was growing incredibly frustrated and just wanted to get back to Port Charles, to end this mess. Lucky was even willing to turn himself in, to take the murder charges on himself, just so this mess could be over.
“Damn, there is nothing good on Canadian television,” Landon grumbled. He was stretched out on one of the beds, the television remote in his left hand as he flipped through the channels.
“That’s a shame,” Lucky deadpanned as he retreated to his own bed. “What do you miss most?”
Landon looked at Lucky, realizing what he was getting at. In the two weeks that they were forced together, the brothers had gotten to know each other, but lately things had become tense. Landon wasn’t quite sure, but he just figured Lucky was an innately private and intense person, so he wasn’t really taking the silence that had developed too personally.
“About Port Charles?”
Lucky nodded. “Yeah, about your life there.”
“I don’t know,” Landon admitted. “I miss everything I guess. I guess my life was kind of privileged, I had everything a guy could want. Great friends, great family, baseball . . .it just wasn’t hard to be happy . . .”
“Until I came around and ruined everything,” Lucky tried to joke, but he couldn’t help but feel Landon should resent him. After all, Lucky resented Landon. He had the life that was supposed to be Lucky’s.
“Nah, you just forced me to open my eyes and stop taking everything for granted.”
“Well then, I guess it is a good thing,” Lucky said with a sigh.
“I know what you miss most,” Landon pointed out with a smile as he jumped off his bed and walked over to the telephone. “Call her, one call won’t hurt. Really.”
Lucky shook his head. “I can’t do that, I’d love to but . . . I’d be putting everyone in danger and I couldn’t do that.”
“Come on, you know you want to. And if I know Elizabeth, she’s about to burst if she doesn’t speak to you soon,” Landon prompted.
Lucky took a deep breath as he grabbed the cell phone and shoved it into his back pocket. “Maybe later, I’m going to go out and get some air. Take a walk or something.”
“And maybe call Elizabeth?” Landon asked hopefully, having gotten over his jealousy long ago.
The only answer he got was Lucky shutting the door on his way out. Landon chuckled to himself and grabbed a piece of stationary and sat down at the room’s desk to write a letter. Even though he was sure what happened with Tony was only an after affect of stress and confusion surrounding his brother and girlfriend, Landon still missed his best friend and the talks they had. He might not have been able to actually send the letter, but at least he could get some of the stuff swimming around his head out.
**General Hospital**
Liz stepped off the elevator nervously, glancing back at Emily.
“Are you sure about this?” Emily asked. “I can always ask Dr. Arloff to meet us somewhere else to give you the results.”
“And what would that do?” Liz asked with a giggle as they headed down the hallway. “It wouldn’t change the results, it would only change where I’m hearing them.”
“Yeah, but sometimes that helps. Doesn’t it?” Emily wondered.
“I don’t know Em, this is the first time I’ve ever been in this situation,” Liz pointed out.
They walked the rest of the way in silence until they arrived at the doctor’s office. Emily grabbed Liz’s hand and gave her a sympathetic smile. “Do you want me to come in with you?”
Liz frowned, the person she really wanted with her at that moment wasn’t even around, so her best friend would have to be good enough. “If you don’t mind.”
“For you? Never Liz, let’s go.”
Liz knocked on the door and heard Dr. Arloff’s voice call them in. He was sitting behind his desk, reading over a file. Darren Arloff was tall and handsome, his dark hair and features giving off an almost dark vibe, but he was really a caring, kind, and brilliant doctor. Liz wasn’t sure about going to him, but Emily insisted he was perfect. He may not have specialized in her problem, but he seemed willing to help.
“Elizabeth, it’s good to see you,” Darren noted with a grin as he motioned for the girls to sit down. “And you must be Emily Quatermaine.”
“How’d you know?” she asked with a warm smile as she sat.
“Just a hunch,” Darren explained as he got up and went to his filing cabinet.
“Not to sound too jumpy, but do you have the results?” Liz asked, biting on her bottom lip nervously, a bad habit she had for a long time.
“I totally understand,” Darren said in a self-assured way, which could be misconstrued as cocky, tone. He held up a file and grinned, “Here they are. Are you ready?”
Liz took a deep breath and looked to Emily then back at Darren. “Dr. Arloff, how can I possibly be ready for this? I’m not even nineteen yet and . . .”
Darren looked at her thoughtfully as he opened the file.
“Just tell me doctor, am I pregnant?”
**Penthouse 4**
Carly paced the living room in a frantic anger as she waited for Sonny to get back from the warehouse. She ran to the door and poked her head out.
“Johnny, is Sonny back yet? I mean, did he leave the warehouse yet?” Carly asked, giving the doorman a gentle smile.
“He’ll be back when . . .” before Johnny could finish his sentence Sonny stepped off the elevator with Jason behind him, eliciting a groan from Carly.
“Hey Carly,” Jason nodded his head as he headed down the hallway towards Penthouse 1, where he and Brenda were staying.
“You’re little floozy is waiting for you,” Carly called out, waving to him as he passed. “Sonny, we have to talk,” she insisted, pulling him into the penthouse, her eyes blazing.
“What’s wrong?” Sonny asked worriedly. “You didn’t do anything did you? Brenda is still alive, right?”
Carly groaned and poured herself a drink before turning back to Sonny. “Yes, but she won’t be if she continues popping over here just to annoy me.”
Sonny laughed, revealing his dimples. “What exactly do you want me to do about it?”
“I don’t know? Fire Jason, and force them to go back to wherever they came from?”
Sonny was a bit shocked at her suggestion. He knew Carly wanted Brenda gone, but he would have imagined she wouldn’t want Jason to leave her again.
“Jason too?”
“Oh, come on Sonny, I didn’t know Brenda well, but I know Jason, and well…a couple of months with Brenda has sucked the brain right out of his head, if he ever had one,” Carly said honestly. “I guess I’ve grown up since the last time Jason was here, I just don’t need him anymore.”
“Really? Why?”
“Because I don’t, because he’s not the person I want, because I have you,” Carly told Sonny, kissing him softly before pulling away. “But if you break my heart for the model, you’ll come to a fate worse than death.”
“Uh . . .” he gasped, but Sonny knew she was only saying that because she cared.
Carly dashed to the couch, grabbed her purse, and gave Sonny another kiss before hurrying to the door. “I have to go to the restaurant, talk to you later. And try and figure out a solution to our problem.”
“I’ll get right on it, have a good night,” he said softly, waving goodbye as she left.
**Conroy’s Auto Repair Shop**
Sly pulled his sunglasses off his face as he walked into the surprising sterile car shop. He wasn’t sure what the garage itself looked like, but the lobby had the appearance of a high tech futuristic car boutique. Sly only hoped that they were as good as they appeared.
Emily had been having trouble with her Jetta, a birthday gift from the usually grumpy Edward, and had continually put off taking it to the shop. As her ever-devoted boyfriend Sly decided to convince her to take it to the shop for her. Since he was more of a musician, an artist, Sly didn’t know the simplest things about cars except where to put the gas, so he asked around to find the best shop available.
“Can I help you?” a young man asked as he sauntered into the room, standing behind the counter. He was tall and obviously fit, he wore a navy blue jumpsuit rolled up at the elbows. His dark hair was pulled back by a backwards baseball cap, and his face was smeared with car grease.
“Yeah, I’ve got a Jetta that needs . . .well, I’m not really sure what it needs, but it needs to be fixed,” Sly explained as he slid his hands into the pockets of his black pants. “Do you think you can fix it?”
“Probably, there isn’t a car I can’t fix,” the young man noted with a laugh. “But since you don’t know the problem, I’ll have to do a full inspection of the vehicle to see where the trouble is. It might cost a bit.”
“Don’t worry, money isn’t an issue . . .” Sly paused and looked at the nametag on the young man’s jumpsuit. “Zander, I just want the car fixed. It’s my girlfriend’s and I do not want her getting behind the wheel of a potentially dangerous car. You know?”
Zander smile, “Totally, I’ll have that car running like mercury for you. Is it around front?”
“Yeah, here are the keys, it’s a black Jetta, work your magic man,” Sly said with a laugh as he glanced out the door for his ride back to L&B.
“Um, who should I call when I’m finished?” Zander asked as he began to fill out the paperwork.
“It’s Em’s car but . . .she’s at my place more often than not so you can call over there. Emily or I will come pick it up,” Sly noted as Sarah walked through the door. “It’s 555-2801, just leave a message if we aren’t there.”
“And your names?” Zander asked.
“Sly Eckert and Emily Quatermaine.”
“Whoa, Quatermaine,” Zander gasped in awe. “Then I guess cost really isn’t an issue.”
“True, but don’t let me find you running up the price on us either,” Sly threatened with his usual dominant smile.
“Don’t worry Mr. Eckert, I’m an honest man,” Zander said with a tilt of the head and a sparkle in his eye. He turned his attention to Sarah and grinned, “May I help you ma’am?”
“Nope, my car’s fine, I’m just here to pick up Mr. Eckert,” Sarah teased as she grabbed her friend’s arm.
“Later Zander,” Sly nodded as he slipped out of the shop with Sarah.
“Who was that?” she asked, obviously impressed with the young man.
“The mechanic?” Sly asked with a disaffected smirk. “The grease monkey?”
“He was kind of sexy, very charming, not to mention a man in uniform . . .” Sarah gushed, stopping as she noticed the sour look on her friend’s face. “What?”
“Nothing, I always thought of you as kind of a snob when it came to the men you liked. Nikolas, Stefan, even Landon are higher class than Zander,” Sly scoffed.
“Ok, first of all, how the hell do you know about Stefan?” Sarah asked, her face stone cold with worry. “Is it well known?”
“Don’t worry about it Sarah, it’s no big deal. I just overheard you and the Count talking at the hospital the other day. Nobody else knows, especially your little beau Nikolas.”
“He better not know, considering it’s over between Stefan and me,” Sarah noted sadly. “Oh well, time to move on, right?”
“With Nikolas? Are you two trying to fix your problems finally?” Sly asked as he climbed into the passenger seat of Sarah’s car.
Sarah laughed as she turned on the radio while they pulled out of the parking lot. “But Sly, that would mean Nikolas would have to pull his eyes away from Gina Cates long enough to hold a real conversation with me and, quite honestly, I don’t see that happening.”
“You’ve got to give him a break though, his brothers are . . . give it time,” Sly prompted.
“Listen, just because you and Emily are the model couple for bliss and joy doesn’t mean we all are. Landon and Liz didn’t work out, and Nikolas and I didn’t work out either. Just let it be Sly.”
“Fine, fine,” Sly threw his hands in the air in surrender. “Just don’t go after the mechanic. You can do much better.”
**Kelly’s**
Dru Andropolis entered the tiny diner cautiously. His brother disappeared two weeks ago and he was a nervous wreck. He was meeting with Alexis Davis, a friend of Andreas’s, in hopes to hear some good news about his brother.
Andreas wanted Dru to disappear with him, but the young man just couldn’t justify a life on the run. If Helena really wanted to get them, she would, and Dru told his brother this much, even if he wasn’t listened to.
He sat down at one of the tables, trying to fit in as much as possible. At the counter three people were talking playfully, one of them catching his eye immediately.
Maxie looked up from behind the counter, taking her eyes off of Lucas and Carly long enough to make eye contact with the handsome young man who had just entered the diner.
“Is she really causing that much trouble?” Lucas asked his sister with a laugh.
“Oh gosh, Brenda is going to end up causing me a return visit to Ferncliff,” Carly joked. Noticing Maxie’s sudden far off look, Carly snapped her fingers in front of the girl’s face to get her attention. “Earth to Maxie, come in Maxie.”
Maxie shook he head and sighed, “What? You were saying…”
“Just that Brenda is . . .” Carly was cut off by Maxie slipping out from behind the counter and walking towards Dru.
“I’m covering a shift today, better wait on the customer,” she said softly as she walked over to Dru’s table.
Carly frowned, hitting her brother on the shoulder.
“Owe, what was that for?” Lucas complained as he rubbed his shoulder.
“How can you let that happen?” Carly challenged.
“What? I didn’t do anything Carly.”
Carly glared at him, “Stop whining Lucas Spencer Jones. I know you like Maxie, you spend all your time panting after her, you can’t loose her to some stranger.”
“First of all, no I don’t,” he moaned rather ineffectively. “Secondly, aren’t Maxie and I like cousins or something? Why would I go out with her?”
Carly draped her arm around Lucas’s shoulder and pointed at Maxie. “Don’t be an idiot, you know you like her. Also, you aren’t cousins, little brother, you were adopted, remember? You and Maxie aren’t related by blood or anything icky like that.”
“Yeah, well, she’s not interested in me even if what you think is true,” Lucas said, confusing himself slightly. He looked Carly in the eye and smiled innocently. “Don’t you have to get back to that swank restaurant of yours or something?”
**
Alexis rushed into the diner, finding Dru sitting by himself at a table, nursing a coke and a plate of fries. He was a sweet young man, not full of swagger and confidence like Andreas, but a good boy nonetheless. For some reason Alexis felt responsible for him, so she took it upon herself to look out for him until Andreas could come back.
“How’s my brother?” Dru asked once Alexis sat down. “How’s he doing? Is he safe? Helena hasn’t gotten to him yet, has she?”
Alexis smiled and patted his nervous hand gently. “I talked to Andreas this morning and he’s doing fine.”
“When is my brother coming back?”
“I don’t know Dru, I’m sorry,” Alexis reported with a frown. Not only was she sad for Dru, but she was also missing Andreas’s incessant flirting and pursuit. Somewhere along the way Alexis grew attached to Andreas.
**Manhattan, Ritz Carlton – Helena’s Suite**
“Donald, please answer that door for me,” Helena ordered her assistant, Andreas’s replacement. Helena fled Port Charles rather clandestinely and took up residence in New York City as she waited for her men to do their job.
“Grandmother, I’d much rather have seen you answer the door and greet me than your towel boy of the week,” Nikolas declared as he stepped into her private quarters, smiling at her falsely.
“Nikolas, what are you doing here?”
“I didn’t know where else to go,” he said, trying to contain himself as he carried out the plan he and the Spencers formulated as a way to get back at Helena and protect his brothers.
Helena looked at him wearily. She had always waited for the day that her only grandson would come to her, but she couldn’t help but be suspicious at the timing.
“Tell me what is wrong my darling,” she insisted, motioning for him to sit next to her.
Nikolas opted to sit in the armchair, not wanting to seem too phony in his change of heart. “You know I’ve never really believed you about anything you had to say about Stefan. When the truth came out that he was my father, and you insinuated that he could be lying . . .why it never occurred to me that you could be telling the truth.”
Helena looked stunned, but tried to keep as calm an exterior as she could.
“Well, I recently had a physical check up . . .”
“Is something wrong? Are you ill?” Helena asked, almost sounding like a real grandmother. Which, needless to say, almost unnerved Nikolas.
“No, I’m fine, it was just an annual thing. Anyway, some abnormalities, oddities, anomalies showed up on my charts. The doctors ran a few tests and . . .Stefan isn’t my father Helena, Stavros is. He lied to me, he tried to gain the upper hand in some stupid war by lying to me. I just don’t know what to do anymore. Who to trust . . .”
“You can trust me Nikolas, I’ve never lied to you.”
Nikolas rose his sleepy dark eyes and smiled hesitantly. “No you haven’t. I may not have always understood your motives, but you never lied to me Grandmother. That’s what I need now, someone I can trust, someone who will put me first.”
“You are the true heir Nikolas, the true Prince, something I always knew in my heart,” Helena explained passionately as she moved to her grandson’s side. She touched his face lovingly. “But how did you find me?”
Nikolas laughed at her suspicions. “As you have your ways, I have mine grandmother. But maybe, we can put our differences aside and work together to … to …”
“To what Nikolas?”
“End the Spencer nuisance once and for all,” Nikolas hissed, feeling the hatred and bile building up in his throat. He was aiming it at the Spencers but really the only true target for his hatred was his grandmother.
“Finally my dear boy, I’ve waited for this day for so long. But forgive me my doubts, what has brought this on?”
Nikolas paused, trying to come up with a quick reason for his sudden turn against Landon and his mother and Lulu, and even Lucky. “I have reasons to believe that my brother has betrayed me. And with Lucky here now, once again, my mother has seemingly forgotten I exist. I’ve fought for her attention for the last time, I simply do not care anymore.”
“Wonderful, this is truly a beautiful day Nikolas,” Helena explained as she languidly kissed him on the forehead. “You have finally become the man Stavros was. Strong, powerful, smart and your brothers, pathetic wastes really.”
**Tony Morez’s Apartment**
Tony sat on his couch, reading the daily newspaper when someone began knocking incessantly on his door. He jumped in a hurry, thinking it was Landon, and threw the door open.
“Landon!” he said, his face falling instantly when he saw it wasn’t his friend.
“Sorry Tony, not the boyfriend of the week, but it is good to see you too,” a young woman with dark hair and dark eyes that shined with a mix of deceit and innocence said as she pushed into the apartment.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Tony said smugly. “He’s not like that, trust me, he’s just a friend.”
“Who you happen to be crazy about,” she teased, flopping onto his couch with a laugh. “Welcome to our world Tone, don’t guys suck . . .oh, bad choice of words, sorry.”
Tony blushed at her insinuations. “Kallie, what are you doing here?”
“Can’t a girl visit her brother, live with her brother, and not be berated with questions?” she wondered. Kallie Morez was Tony’s younger sister by a year. Wild and spirited, she made Tony seem like the definition of conservative.
“Most girls, yes, but you . . .what’s the angle?”
“Ok, I’ve just about had it living in the city and needed a change of pace. You always make Port Charles seem like a veritable paradise compared to our lives so . . .you aren’t going to turn me away, are you?” Kallie asked giving her brother a hug.
“I guess not.”
“Great, I left the rest of my stuff at the bus station. I’ll go get it and be back in a jiff. I’ll even bring dinner back,” she offered and dashed out of the apartment.
Tony returned to his seat and his newspaper when the door flew open ten minutes later. Expecting to see his sister he muttered, “That was fast, I thought the bus station was . . .” He finally looked to find, not his sister, but two men holding guns aimed right at him.
“Whoa, what’s going on?” he asked, throwing his hands in the air while one of the gunmen shut the door.
“Nothing,” one of the men replied as he steadied the gun, equipped with a silencer, on Tony’s head.
“What do you want to know? I’ll tell you whatever I can,” Tony muttered nervously as he stood up.
“We don’t want anything from you Mr. Morez,” the other man explained. “You know less than we do.”
“About Landon? Right, this is about Lucky and Landon…are you the cops? The FBI? Wait, you work for .. .Cassadine, don’t you?”
The first gunmen shook his head, “He’s not as dumb as he seems.”
“They never are,” the other joked.
“If you don’t think I know anything, why are you here?” Tony wondered frantically. He only hoped that Kallie, well known for wasting time, wouldn’t return anytime soon. He had a great fear that this was the end, but he didn’t want to take his sister with him.
“To set an example,” the gunman explained.
“Example? How?”
“They’ll understand,” the other gunman told him seriously. “It’s a shame you ever became involved in this, you really have no place in this war.”
“Other than to be an example,” Tony said snidely.
“Correct,” the first gunman said hoarsely before firing his gun, hitting Tony in the chest twice.
The young man clutched at his breast and stumbled backwards against the table.
“Why . . .me?” he gasped as the other gunman stood over him.
“Don’t question this. You’re dying nobly,” he said before firing and hitting Tony in the head, killing him instantly.
“Madame will be pleased.”
**Canada**
Lucky paced nervously in the parking lot of the motel as he listened to the steady ringing of the telephone.
“Hello?” a pleasant voice answered on the other.
“Maria my love, it is so good to hear your voice,” Lucky sighed as the woman he loved like a mother answered the phone. “How are you?”
“A nervous wreck Lucky, I miss you so much,” she told him.
“How are things going? Is my father . . .”
“The plan is in motion Lucky, just hold out a bit longer and we’ll get you and Landon home,” she told him.
Lucky ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “How’s Elizabeth doing?”
“She misses you terribly, but she’s been spending a lot of time with Emily and Sly, I think she’s getting by.”
“She’s not there by any chance, is she?” Lucky asked hopefully, knowing it was a long shot.
“No, sorry, it’s just me and I was about to head to the restaurant. You know, Luke insists we continue with our lives like nothing at all is going on,” Maria explained, just wishing her boy was home.
“Well, I don’t want to risk this call being traced or anything so . . .later Maria, love you,” Lucky said with a wistful sigh. “I’ll get home soon, I promise.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” she told him pointedly. “And I’ll tell Elizabeth you miss her.”
“Thanks so much, bye Maria,” Lucky whispered as he turned the phone off and started back to his room.
**General Hospital**
“How can this be?” Elizabeth asked in terror as she sat across the table from Emily. After her doctor’s appointment, and the news, Emily thought it best to bring her to the cafeteria to calm down for a moment. “Emily, not only am I not ready to be a mother, but the father of my child is . . . I don’t know where Lucky is. And when he comes home, odds are he might be facing murder charges. Needless to say, this is the worst thing that could have happened.”
Emily frowned, Elizabeth’s mood having shifted violently. When Darren told her the news, initially Elizabeth was ecstatic, she was carrying the child of the man she loved. But reality was obviously setting in.
“There are options Liz, you know? You can have an . . .”
“Abortion? No way Em, that’s out of the question. First of all, it wouldn’t be right for me to do something like that without talking to Lucky first. Also, I just . . . I couldn’t do it. I may not be ready for this, but there is a life growing inside of me and I couldn’t . . . I couldn’t Em.”
“Ok, then, you can always put it up for adoption. It’s one of the most noble deeds someone can do, giving your child to a family who can give it what you couldn’t.”
Liz looked at her friend, her eyes darkened with exhaustion. It was obvious she hadn’t gotten much sleep since the fake wedding and the boys disappeared. “I can’t do anything until I see Lucky, Emily, it’s his baby too. He’s so upstanding and serious, he’d want to raise the child, no matter what. Family means so much to him, and considering he never had his real family . . .if I just gave his baby away without him having a say in it I’d probably lose him forever.”
Emily reached for Liz’s hands and smiled. “No matter what, I’ll support you Liz. If you need money, or a place to stay, or any kind of help, you can count on me and Sly.”
“Oh God, I have to tell Steven and my Gram . . .and Sarah, she will not approve,” Liz lamented. “And the Spencers, Luke and Laura . . .how am I going to get through this Em?”
“You’ll do fine Liz. Until Lucky gets back, I’ll be by your side, giving you support and making sure you eat right and all that fun stuff,” Emily told her with a giggle.
“So you’re what? Surrogate father?” Liz teased, letting the pressure of the circumstance fall to the side for a moment.
“You can call me that,” Emily said proudly. “And if I have to take you to Lamaze and all that, I’ll do it.”
“Well I know one thing already, this baby is going to be spoiled rotten by it’s Aunt Emily,” Liz pointed out with a sigh.
“Aunt Emily? I kind of like that, but don’t count on being Aunt Liz anytime soon…Sly and I aren’t quite ready for that,” she said with a smile.
Liz’s face turned serious and she squeezed Emily’s hand. “Thank you Emily, you are the best friend a person could ask for. I love you like a sister, you know that?”
“Goes without saying. And I know you’d be there for me if I needed it. That’s what friends are for.”
**Canada**
Lucky approached the motel room, finding the door slightly ajar. He pushed it open to find three men in the room and Landon on the ground, tied up and drugged.
“We were getting impatient kid,” one of the guards commented as he motioned for the other two to grab Lucky. “Not to mention, your brother was absolutely no help in telling us where you went.”
“What do you want?” Lucky asked, trying to keep his composure.
“What the hell do you think? Helena wants you Lucky, she wasn’t quite finished when you and the blonde one decided to skip town,” he retorted smugly, he flipped his long brown hair out of his eye and adjusted his hand on the gun on his hip.
“Well you got me, so untie Landon,” Lucky ordered as he stood still, his eyes on Landon bound up on the floor. “He’s innocent in all of this, let him go.”
“We’d love to do that, but that just won’t work,” the guard said, having gained a rather large power complex in the last hour as he waited.
“Why not?”
“Because Helena’s plans are just too much fun to do without both of Luke Spencers boys,” the guard said. “Tie him up and take him to the van, then come back for blondie.”
“Why are you doing this? Why?” Lucky screamed a moment before one of the guards bound his mouth shut with duct tape. His feet and hands were bound and a strip of tape was placed over his eyes to prevent him from seeing where they were going.
“Because we have to Lucky, because you killed my sister and now I get to have some fun with you,” a woman, with the same blonde hair and deceptively cool eyes declared as she stepped out of the bathroom and watched the guards carry Lucky away. “And I don’t get attached like Jane did, no I don’t.”
The guard pulled the woman close to him, kissing her hard on the mouth. “Come on Maddy, let’s blow this joint. I think this is a time to celebrate.”
“Why Damon, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you get off on this sort of thing,” Maddy whispered seductively. “Oh hell, we both do.”
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