Chapter Seventy-Seven: Love's the Only Rule

“Daddy.” She sighed as she wrapped her arms around her father in the doorway. He was finally here. Finally free and where he belonged. “This has all been a mess. I’m so sorry.” She whispered as she let her Dad’s burly arms wrap her up.

“It’s ok love. It’s over. We’re ok.” He stood back and held her at arm’s length. “Are you ok?”

She nodded. “I’m a little stunned.” She looked out the penthouse windows to the sunny day that was emerging over Manhattan. “I’m not so keen to re-join the real world yet but I know I’ll have to eventually. I kind of like being locked up here.”

Her father reached and tucked a loose end of hair away from her face. “Don’t let this turn you into Rapunzel. You deserve to be out there. You have a life here.”

She closed the door behind him as they walked through and out to the deck. “I miss home but this is my home now.”

“Of course it is. Doesn’t mean we can’t get you out to come and visit. I’m sure your boyfriend can sort out how to get you there.” He teased. “Perhaps not Economy.”

She chuckled. “Things feel weird. I feel so guilty Jared is dead.” She sat on the edge of a lounger as he sat opposite her.

“I know. It’s something I used to struggle with in the police force. Sometimes the bad guy has to die. It doesn’t make what happened right but it was the only choice I had. I couldn’t let him hurt you or Jon.”

She took his hand. “I know, and thank god you were here. Through his whole thing because I don’t know how we would have got on without you.”

“You’re welcome but you would have managed. Look how you’ve managed in the last five years without anyone telling or guiding you. You’ve done brilliantly girl.”

“By default-I had to but thank you. In some ways it was something I had to do as well as the only choice. I had to prove to myself I wasn’t a bad person which is ironic considering I left the country with the money. Does that sound weird?”

“No, it makes sense to me. I never hated you for you what you did Devon. I didn’t understand it completely but I think now I have the hindsight to.”

“It doesn’t made what happened right though?” She asked with a small smile using her father’s same advice.

“No, it doesn’t but it’s done and I’m ready to move on and now you can. Here.”

She twisted her hands. “I miss Mum.” She’d never been super close with her Mum but now that her father was back in her life her memories of her mother were instantly there as they were always so close with each other.

“I know you do sweetie. She’s going to flame my ass for what I’ve done-but she’ll understand and she’ll want to talk to you once I tell her.”

“I hope so. I want a chance to tell her how sorry I am-and how much I’ve missed her.”

“Maybe I’ll just have to bring her back to see your salon.”

She perked up at the thought. “She would love that. I’d be more than happy to pay for you guys to come over and hell, you could stay here or Jon has connections I know he does.”

“I have a feeling we’ll be over for a wedding anyway.” Her father hinted.

She laughed. “Well maybe but I wouldn’t count on that for a while. I’ve given Jon more than enough excitement to last him and he’s got the tour next year.” She knew that would be tough as he’d be gone and she’d just got so used to depending on having him around and in her current state she couldn’t bear the thought.

“Yes, so I’ve heard. If he comes down under I’m sure we can get you through customs somehow.”

“Really?” She asked. She understood the position she was in and her father had done everything he could to conceal what had happened with her so it would be a risk even with her new passport.

He winked. “I’ll work on it.”

She hugged her father again. “I don’t deserve you but god, thank you. I love you Dad. I didn’t say it enough so I’m going to say it now.”

He tucked her head under his chin and stroked her hair. “I love you too Dev. I’m going to head home the day after tomorrow.”

She stood back and looked up. “I understand but please let us pay for you and put you up in Business Class. I won’t have it any other way.”

He shrugged. “Ok. I thought tomorrow we could spend the day together though.”

She beamed. “That would be amazing.”

“You could take me around New York if you felt up to it or we could hang out here.”

“I would love that. I’ll let you know tomorrow how I’m feeling.” Could she do it? Leave the apartment with her father? She felt safe with him so why was it niggling at her heels? “I’m going to miss you.”

“I won’t be far away-you kids with all your technology we can keep in contact regularly. I’ll get to worry about you again, as a real father.”

She laughed as they sat down again. “I feel like I need something else.” It came out of her so naturally but she didn’t understand it.

“Like?”

“I don’t know. I mean not Jon-this life is great. I love him and where we are but I feel like I need to do something. I’ve been so lucky.”

“Maybe you need to talk to Jon about that. I hear he’s a bit of a do-gooder.” Her father teased. “Least that is what Google tells me.”

“He is. He’s amazing and has so many projects he’s across with not only his name like a lot of celebrities do-he gets out there and gets involved.” She thought a little more. Maybe she needed to help others somehow as she was helped immensely by Jon and her father and she’d been so lucky in such an unorthodox situation.

“You’ll figure it out. You always do. Now, how about a cup of coffee for your old man? It’s been a rough night.” He grinned.

“Sure thing Daddy come on in. I’ll make you some lunch.” They walked back in arm and arm and spent the next few hours chatting. Like a father and daughter did.

~

Jon arrived home after the sun had set armed with Chinese and a bottle of chilled Pinot Grigio. It had been a long unexpected afternoon but he’d felt relieved when Devon had texted her father was there and would stay until he got home.

“Honey, I’m home.” He joked as he dropped his keys and off-loaded his coat and wallet. There was no reply so he headed upstairs to the rooftop and smiled as he walked out. Devon was sitting snuggled up in a chair and her father opposite her looking like they have been talking at length. His chest eased when she smiled.

“Hey. I bought Chinese I didn’t know what else we had.”

“Sounds good.”

“Hey Richard.”

Richard got up. “I should get home. It’s been a long day.”

“Are you sure? You don’t have to leave because I got home...” Jon frowned. “There is plenty here to eat.”

Richard patted his arm. “No, you both need to relax. I’m spending the day with Devon tomorrow again before I fly back home the next day.”

“Can we sort you out for the flights at least?” Jon asked.

“Devon has already offered and that would be lovely if it’s not too much trouble.”

“Hell-no--is there anything else you need?” He eyed Devon. “Can I walk you out?” He asked Richard quietly.

“Sure son.” Richard nodded and gave his daughter a hug.

“I’ll see your dad out and get some wine glasses. Dig in and I’ll be back ok babes?” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Sure. I’m very comfortable here.”

Jon laughed. “Good. I’ll come back out in a few.”

Jon grabbed his organizer from the table as he walked Richard to the door. “Was she ok today?”

“She’s a bit shaken up--she’s feeling some guilt and apprehension for going out but that is pretty normal from what she went through. We had some good long chats.”

“Are you sure? She called a few times today when she was waiting for you and I felt awful.”

“You’re doing fine son. Seriously just be there for her. If it gets worse - get her to see someone but I have a feeling she’ll bounce back.”

Jon blew out his breath and raked his hand through his hair. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay longer? I can put you up-you could stay here?”

“I’d love to but I need to get home. Devon’s mother has no idea about all this and I need to tell her. She’s going to kill me for it but at least I can now say it’s over and Devon is safe.”

“Will she want to see Devon?”

“She might. Once she calms down. Devon is keen on coming home but honestly I need to check out a few things to make sure it’s not risky for her to come in.”

“Of course. Just say the word if you both want to come back I’ll cover the expense. Seriously.”

“That’s very generous Jon. You’re a good man.” They both shook hands.

Jon opened his organizer and slid out his cheque book. “I want to pay for this now though. And I’m not taking no for an answer. You’ve done so much for us.”

“Devon already offered the Business class flights. It’s more than enough.”

Jon scrawled a cheque and ripped it off and handed it to him. “Please take it. I know how much money travel costs and this is to just get you back safely and take your wife on a holiday.”

Richard’s gaze dropped to the cheque and back to his. “Jon - this is twenty thousand dollars.”

“Take it. Please. I won’t accept no, you saved our lives for Christ sake. I’m through his unscathed, my family is safe and the woman I love is safe and she has her father back. It’s the very least I can do Richard.” He knew Richard was like him in some ways, stoic and proud and didn’t easily accept help.

Richard took it and shook his head. “You still didn’t need to but I’ll take it as I’m going to have to take my wife on one hell of a cruise after I tell her this.”

Jon laughed. “When Devon wants to go outside, I’ll be taking her to St Barth’s. I can’t wait to get her there.”

“I just bet. Don’t push her. She will come around. Patience is the hardest thing with women but trust me if you have it - it will pay off and is worth it in the end. Of course it sucks. But it’s worth it.”

“Amen to that.” Jon replied feeling his shoulders relax.

“Ok talk to you later. Look after my daughter.” He said sternly with a wink and rested his hand on his shoulder.

Jon sighed and closed the door behind him and jumped as Devon stood there with her arms crossed.

“Jesus Devon.” He said rubbing his chest.

“Relax. I wasn’t spying. I just wanted to see how long you’d be as it’s getting cold.” She smiled as he tugged her in, breathing in the sweetness of her scent once more.

“You heard it huh?”

“Thank you for looking after him. He deserved it.” She fingered his collar and kissed him gently on the lips.

“Something we agree on then.”

“Uh huh.” She kissed him again and he groaned as his worries melted away. Well almost.

“Are you ok?”

“Not really.” She punctuated his kiss as she walked him back into the living room.

“Oh?” He asked as her hands found his belt buckle. “What about the food that was getting cold?” As her clever little hands delved into his pants and he groaned as her fingertips grazed the top of his cock.

“No underwear, again?”

His lips grazed across her cheek bone as his hand slid down to her breast. “Nope. Got a problem with that?” His thumb found her nipple as it popped through the cotton. He lifted her with his hand under her ass and her legs wrapped around his waist as he walked her towards the den.

She peeled her top off as he slid her onto his desk at the edge. Her breasts spilled from a lacy red bra that he couldn’t take his eyes off.

“God. Hot.” He complained as he enunciated the t deliberately.

“I like lace. What can I say?” She asked as unbuttoned his shirt and slid her hands in against his chest.

“So do I.” He nosed against her breast and his mouth sucked the tip through the lace until she gasped. Pleased with her reaction he caught her nipple in his teeth and bit down gently, she quivered in his arms.

Her leg clamped over his hip and his cock hardened as he kissed up the long line of her neck. He whispered against her skin as her hands slid over his ass and cupped it. She jumped as his ass pocket vibrated and they both giggled as he ignored it and kicked his pants off.

“Don’t want to answer it?” She murmured as he held her close and kissed her fingers as they ran over his lips.

“Nope. The only person I care if they call is right here, right now.” His mouth found the sweet spot below her ear and she purred as he dragged her in and hiked up her skirt. He thumbed along the panty line and sneaked a peek down. “I should have known they’d match.”

His cock bumped against her entrance but her hand stalled him as it pressed into his chest. His heart pounded against her hand as they stared at each other, appreciating the moment for what it was. Pure intimacy. She needed him and he sensed it. And he would never stop needing her.

He cupped her jaw and kissed her swiftly as he entered her. She cried out and gripped his shoulders as moved inside her. The desk banged against the wall as he grunted, keeping her close. His hand slid down over her flat belly and his thumb rubbed against the tiny little knot of nerves.

“Oh god.” She tipped her head back and he became mesmerized watching her breasts bounce with each thrust he took. Her tight little body, so perfect, so sexy and he wanted it all. Pens and folders tumbled as their love-making turned up a notch.

He rolled out of her and watched himself slide back into her fully. His eyes crossed and his butt muscles clenched. He lifted his thumb to his lips and licked it garnering the warm salty taste of her. “I love the taste of you.”

“I need more of you.” She pleaded.

He lifted her from the desk and crash dived them both onto the leather couch with him settling on top. He lifted her foot onto his shoulder, kissed her calve and slid deeper inside her. She clamped around him and he drove through the spikes of pleasure and whispered her name.

“More?” He asked against her ear as his hand slid down her leg and up the side of her body.

“More.” She requested as her hand clawed into his shoulder blade.

“Devon!” He grunted but was willing to keep going.

Her fingers brushed through his chest hair and over his nipples giving them a gentle tug as he gasped. Sweat poured down his temples, skin slid between skin as the moment built.
She screamed and reached her hand up around his neck and arched into him as she came around him. “Oh god, oh god.” And her body shook under him.

“Yes!” He spilled deep inside her as his senses popped and the wave of contented pleasure swept over him. He slumped down over her and his fingers linked in hers. His thumb traced around the faded angry red band on her wrist. He smiled as he caught his breath. “They’re going away.”

She snuggled into him and sighed. “Slowly.”

“Hey, if that’s all ya got. That’s what I’ll take. Slowly, k?” He asked as he pressed his lips against hers.

“Ok.” She agreed as she fingered the chain around his neck. “I want to be normal again Jon.”

He chuckled. “You are normal. I’d be worried if you weren’t affected.”

“I want to get past this. I do. I want to go back to living our lives.”

“Good-because I have big plans for our lives.” He rolled onto his side so she was cradled into him.

“Beginning with re-heated Chinese?” She asked as she grinned up at him.

He tapped her on the nose. “You got it.” Maybe it was time to make a bigger move. She needed to move on and she wanted to so who would he be if he couldn’t help her? He’d have to give that one some thought.

Chapter Seventy-Six: Patience

Devon scraped the knife after smearing two bagels with cream cheese and jam. Carefully she poured two coffees and carried them back up to the bedroom. The sun was streaming into the penthouse and the day looked spectacular. The niggle in her belly told her she should have been out in it but she couldn’t even contemplate it.

It would go away. She was sure. But the feeling of dread that crept over her skin every time she thought about leaving the apartment was real. Jared was dead reminded herself.

Jon was propped up in bed, on the phone, with the sheet pooled around his waist. He grinned when she walked in.

“I’ll tell her that. She just walked in. I will. Thanks, Richard.”

“That was Dad?” She asked laying the tray down.

“He only had a minute. He’s still in custody and he’s had his statement taken. We don’t have to give one. Richard will be released this afternoon.”

“What? How?” She breathed in relief.

“He gave the statement that he came to New Zealand to protect you. He knew Jared had followed you over here after differences in the case.”

“Differences?” Devon asked as she sat on the side of the bed. “You mean I ran and he got jailed.”

“They don’t know that. They contacted the New Zealand Police. Remember, your father covered it up.”

She covered her face. “I should be grateful for that. I know I am...”

“Devon. It’s over. What’s done is done. He’s free and acquitted on self-defense. It’s over. We’re ok.”

She stood and paced by the windows. “I don’t—t’s over?” Confusion muddled her brain. It didn’t feel right.

Jon patted the side of the bed. “Yes. C’mere. And serve me that breakfast.”

She climbed back onto the bed and slid the tray over. It was de-ja-vu all over again. Jon rubbed her arm and she managed a small smile.

“You found bagels in my house?” He picked up one of the halves and crunched into it.

“I did. It’s over?” She asked again.

Jon laughed. “Yes. Your father is fine. He’ll be around later to visit. He can’t wait to see you.”

Her Daddy was safe. And he’d saved her--them both. Again. She poured a coffee and laid back into the pillows beside him. It felt strange.

“You ok?”

She nodded. “Of course. I guess I didn’t expect it to work out. I never expected anything to work out and it keeps on doing it. Does that sound weird?”

“Not at all. We’re good people Devon. We deserve happy endings. I haven’t worked my ass off to get anything less than that.”

She took a quiet sip. “I guess not.”

Jon reached over to the bedside. “I believe this belongs to you.”

She looked down and saw the ring he’d given her in the palm of his hand. “The stairwell.” Her heart beat faster. “I pulled it off as he grabbed me.” She closed her eyes and tried to block it out.

“And I found it. Things that are meant to be with each other have a habit of always coming back.” He slid it onto her right ring finger. “Including you and me. That and you make good coffee, so you can stay.”

She rested her hand on his and forced a little laugh. “You always did like my coffee.” Jon’s phone buzzed, he lifted it and frowned.

“Work stuff?”

“It can wait,” he said. “I’ll call them later on.”

“You’re supposed to be recording this week aren’t you? God.”

“Hey, it’s ok. A few days isn’t going to hurt.”

She knew he’d do anything for her--that was the problem. She was so happy to have him here, but also knew she was keeping him from his duties. “If you have to pop out--just for a bit--It’s ok.”

His phone buzzed again and he cleared it and scratched his head. “I need to meet with the studio. It would only be for a couple of hours. Maybe when you’re father is here I can do that. So you’re not alone.”

“I’m not crazy,” she snapped. “Sorry. I didn’t mean that.” God. She was losing it.

“I know you’re not, Dev. You’ve been through hell.”

“Dad can stay with me. I’ll be fine. It’s ok.”

He paused and looked at her before tapping his phone. “It won’t be long. I’ll need to reset my dates and target times and then it’ll be done. We weren’t going to be here anyway. We were supposed to be on a tropical island.”

“Because of me again.” She sighed.

“You’re a silly girl sometimes, Miss Devon. You oughta know by now I do this because I love you. Not because I have to.”

She leaned in and kissed him gently. “I honestly don’t know how I would have done all this without you. Which is scary for me. I’m so used to doing everything alone.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you don’t have to anymore. And neither do I.”

“This is it huh?” She asked as her chest eased. Her living with Jon and living happily ever after. Just like that. It seemed a little too surreal.

He smiled broadly and rolled into her. She sank down into the pillows, his weight a welcome pressure. He pushed back her hair and kissed her forehead. “And is that so bad? Just you and me?” She giggled as he kissed her once. “Oh, and my crazy life. But you’re used to that by now.”

“I think I gave you a run for your money on the crazy.” She smoothed her hands over his shoulders and her thumbs drifted over the faded ink of his tattoos. “You know what they say…you attract what you are.”

She slapped his arm lightly. “Watch it!”

His eyes searched hers before he chuckled.

“What?” She asked.

“It can wait.” His hand slid up her thigh, silk bunching in his hand and lifted her leg over his hip.

She tipped her head back and groaned as he kissed down the arch of her neck. Her nipples pricked as the friction between his chest hair and her tips made her tingle. It was so easy to dive right in and make him make her forget and feel safe again that she didn’t give it a second thought.

~

Jon double checked the door locks as he left the penthouse before heading downtown to the studio. Richie was already there waiting for him. He stepped out onto the pavement and thanked his driver.

Richie didn’t usually come with him to studio meetings, but he figured since Richie was in town he’d use the support. As usual, Richie was more than eager to help out.

“Hey, man.” He slapped a handshake with Richie, leaned in and patted his back. “Thanks, Rich. Sorry this week has been a mess.”

Richie frowned. “Seriously. Don’t sweat. How is Devon doing anyway?”

Jon shrugged. “Okay, I think. She’s happy to be home.” Jon checked his watch. “We’ve got five minutes, wanna grab a coffee?”

“Sure.” Richie fell into step with him as they walked down to Starbucks.

“You don’t sound convinced. She has to be pretty messed up after being kidnapped like that though, right?”

“Of course she is. It’ll take her a few days to come around and get back to normal.”

Richie held the door open for him and smiled as a couple of girls giggled as they walked out. “Right. And you? You’re all good?”

Jon raised his brow and stepped in after Richie. “Yeah, I’m good. I’m just a little worried about her. She’s a little clingy, but that’s gotta be normal.”

“You don’t do clingy, Jon.” Richie leaned over and ordered their coffees.

Jon chuckled. “No, but she’ll come around. I don’t mind being the strong one. It’s the least I can do for her.”

Jon’s phone beeped. “Speaking of which.” A text from Devon. Her father hadn’t shown up yet. Jon quickly tapped back that he was sure her dad would be there very soon and to relax. Maybe it was a bad idea leaving her alone.

“She okay?”

“Yeah. Her father is coming over shortly. She’ll be fine.”

“Thank God he was with you guys. It could have been a completely different ending otherwise.”

Jon half-smiled as he took his latte and smiled at a few on lookers as they left. Richie was right it could have been far worse. They owed Richard a lot. Richie didn’t know all of it and they had decided to keep most of it just between the three of them. Richie would understand.

“It could have been. We’re very lucky and I’m glad her dad’s going to be okay.”

“Thank God. But I gotta say I’d do the same for Ava if it came down to it.”

Jon grinned. “Yeah you would.”

“And you would with Steph. How is she doing by the way?”

Jon winced. He’d been a bit out of touch with his kids over the last week. “She’s doing good. Loving the work experience Devon set up for her. I’m scared shitless she’s going to tell me she’s not going to college next.”

Richie laughed. “She knows better than that.”

“A-fucking-men.” They were almost back at the studio when his phone vibrated again. Devon again.

“You sure you’re ok to do this?”

“Yes, fine. She’s just texting me.” Jon typed back a text and flipped his phone cover again. “She’s just stressed. That’s expected, right?”

Richie gave him a sympathetic smile. “Telling me or asking me?”

“Telling you of course.” He stopped in the lobby of the studios and ran his hand through his hair. “Shit. Maybe I should have waited for Richard to show up before doing this.” Guilt snapped at his heels.

“I can talk to them if you tell me what you want.” Richie said.

Jon tapped another text. “No, no we’ll be fine. She’s just panicking and that’s normal. She’s safe. I know she’s safe.”

“Okay,” Richie said as they walked into the elevator.

Jon popped his knuckles and checked his phone but she hadn’t replied. He took a deep breath and composed himself when the doors opened at the top floor. Don and Aria studios had been the band’s first choice for mixing some of the songs for the album once they were done. They’d do the raw stuff out in Sanctuary in Jersey, but the album needed some of Don’s magic polish at the end.

They met Don and got down to business, paperwork and crunched numbers and timeframes. They still had writing to do to make the deadline of November for the album release.

It was a tight time frame and the events with Devon had put him on the back foot but he was confident he could still get there.

“This sounds good Don, I’m really pleased with the proposal.” Jon’s phone buzzed in his pocket but he ignored it. When it buzzed the second time he shifted and Richie raised his eyebrow.

“Great, Jon. You know we’re looking forward to having you guys in here again.”

“Sorry. I’ll be one second.” His phone’s buzz was longer indicating it was ringing in his pocket.

“Hello.” He answered it as he ducked around the corner.

“Jon? How long are you going to be? Are you sure Dad’s ok? He’s not here yet.”

The fear in her voice made him want to run right out of there and home but he took a deep breath. “Dev, he’s fine. There was paperwork and things to get done, but I’m sure once they do that he’ll be there. I’m nearly done, baby. I’ll be home soon.”

“Soon? Like twenty minutes? An hour?”

Jon checked his watch. “Thirty maybe. But you’re safe right?”

“Yeah, I am but I-” She paused and Jon closed his eyes.

“You don’t want to be alone.”

“No.”

He blew out his breath. She was being honest and that’s all he ever asked for. “I shouldn’t have left you. I’m sorry. I’ll be there soon, okay?”

“Thanks. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I’ll be there soon.”

He hung up and rubbed his face tiredly. What if she didn’t come out of this? He had a tour to consider next year. How would she cope with that? He’d have to take her with him. Which wouldn’t be a bad thing, but he knew it wasn’t Devon to be so dependent. He wanted the old Devon back, but he had to be patient. And he and patience had never had a good relationship.

Update : Why I'm late!

Hey guys,

Sorry I've been delayed in posting this past week or so. I've had some big weeks at work which are now winding down to a new kind of normal. I also had a big weekend away for a fellow Jovi girl's 50th birthday surprise weekend. She had no idea, but that's the cool thing about all this right? Surprising and spending time with those who understand this crazy ride we take. I wouldn't change any of that for the world.

So anyway, next few months for me look normal! Devon is slowly coming to a close but trust me I'll make it worth the while ;) and I have new projects ready to go once we get there.

Thanks again for all the patience and support! The next chapter will be in a couple of days :)

Love
Kiwi
xxx

Chapter Seventy-Five: Healing

Devon stretched, a tapping sound stirred her from the deep sleep she’d finally succumbed to. Buried in the sheets she rolled over and Jon grinned at her propped up in his pillows as he worked on his phone.

“Morning pretty girl. Was just clearing my calendar for the day.”

She mumbled, rolled into the side of his chest as his arm swept around her. “You’re spending the whole day with me?” He said it the night before but she wanted to check again.

“Yup you’ll be pushing me out the door tomorrow after a whole day with me today. “ He chuckled as he kissed the top of her head. “Are you feeling ok this morning?”

She sighed content, sleep had done her the world of good and she was looking forward to staying put today to gather her strength and wits back. She needed a minute, or a few hours as it was turning out to be. The idea of anything outside this apartment didn’t thrill her today. “I feel like I don’t ever want to leave here.”

He chuckled and let his phone slide onto the bedside table before he swivelled in front of her. “You don’t have to. Jonathan has the salon covered.”

“You called him?” She asked. She should have called him and explained everything, he’d be worried but she was glad Jon had already done it.

“I did. Naturally he wants to talk to you but I told him you’d give him a call later. You’ll probably want to check on a few things knowing you.” He winked stroking her cheek. “My favourite little control freak.”

Her smile faded as she looked down. “I don’t feel in control. Is that weird?”

“After what you’ve been through, no. Are you sure you don’t want me to get someone to come over to talk to? You seem out of sorts - which again is normal.” He was trying so hard for her. Giving her every option and treading lightly. She didn’t want the reminder she was fragile.

“What I want...” She trailed off as her gaze flicked back up to his and her fingers walked up his arm.

His brow lifted and an impish grin quirked on his lips. “Oh yeah?”

Her hand rubbed down his chest and she closed her eyes as the heat hit her hand. “Jon. I need you to make me forget. Overwhelm me.”

Her eyes opened when he didn’t respond but his blue eyes were staring intently back at her. He rolled her onto her back and lifted her hands to his mouth and kissed them before placing them above her head.

Their noses bumped and his lips lightly brushed against hers but he didn’t kiss her. She groaned as his mouth swiped down over her chin and his hands slid up the silk nightie. She arched under his mouth as he left a hot trail of kisses down the center of her. Her toes curled as his mouth skimmed over her breast, catching the nipple.

Her eyes fluttered as she threaded her fingers into his hair and sighed happily. His tongue flicked her straining tip and her clit throbbed. His hand lifted up her breast and this time his mouth covered it. The pleasure eased through her like a warm summer breeze. Her body arched back off the bed as sunlight inched across the bed.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” His voice was there but she was concentrating on his mouth as it moved to her other breast.

She gasped and moaned as his tongue curled around the tip. “Uh huh...” She replied impatiently but the deep chuckle vibrated against her delicate skin. He took the opportunity to slide one hand down under her ass and lift her close to him. His hand massaged her hip as his lips touched her stomach. Her belly quivered as his fingers hooked into her panties and tugged them down her thighs.

Her legs parted as he kissed the inside of her thigh and nuzzled close to her breaking point. The tightness in her chest had eased and she melted around him as the tip of his tongue grazed against her heat.

The sound of gunfire rattled in her head and her heart leapt in her throat but it was all in her head. She fought to let it go as Jon took long strokes down her clit.

“Oh god...yes...take me Jon...Take me.” She whispered more as a plea than a demand blocking out everything else in her mind except Jon.

His fingers slid inside her marrying the rhythm of his tongue shooting her sensitive sensations into over drive. Devon reached out and clenched her hand into a pillow desperate to rid her head of the night before. She didn’t belong to Jared, she belonged to Jon.

“Oh god, yes!” Her eyes squeezed shut and her thighs clenched on either side of his shoulders. She panted and hiccupped as the tears surprised her but he didn’t stop.

Away to the darkness you go.

Her hips rose from the bed higher and harder against his mouth.

She came undone and orgasmed against his mouth, her hands fisted in his hair. She collapsed back onto the bed as her body filled with pleasure. Tears rolled down the sides of her face as he kissed his way back up over her body. He swept away her hair and kissed her hard on the lips as he wrapped her legs around his waist. He broke the kiss and smiled down at her, nothing but love staring right through her.

“Oh god-I-just-” She got barely a second to catch her breath before his mouth was back on hers. Her hands cupped his cheeks as the weight of him crushed her into the bed. He wasn’t stopping, his tongue invaded her mouth tasting every corner he could. She bowed back as teeth scraped up her jaw and to the sweet spot below her ear. He licked, kissed and whispered against the shell of her ear.

“Let go.”

She cried out as he slipped his full length inside of her and groaned against her neck. His arms vibrated as he slid out and back in once, slowly sending her senses into a spin. She grabbed his cheek and kissed him hard once, twice until she couldn’t stop kissing him. Jon responded each time, each kiss hard and fast.

With the passion between them a fever pitch, she giggled once as he stroked perfectly inside her again and again until laughter turned into absolute bliss. He covered her completely until all she knew was the weight of him but she felt safer than ever. He hit her g-spot and the sweet pressure threatened to blow. Each stroke, skin slapped against skin. Sweat beaded down his temple as he hungrily kissed her over and over.

She gasped for breath but she didn’t fight him, she wanted him to win. Her arms hooked under his as she held him against her as he assaulted her body. She wanted to let go, god she wanted to. She cried out as she came. He gripped her as her body trembled as she came down. He quickly followed, and growled her name as he came inside her.

~

Jon rolled her so he was on his back and she was sprawled along his length. His body screamed but he was content as he ran his hand down over her back and up in her hair until she settled against him.

“Wow.” He commented as chest heaved. They had connected, he felt relieved that it was still there and that whatever she was still holding onto from her Jared would ease away over time. He was confident of it. So if she was a little needy now he could handle that and he wanted to protect her.

She had been silent so he stroked her hair. “Anyone in there?”

He lifted an eyebrow as she sat up and straddled him, a grin wide on her face. His eyes followed the long line of her body in appreciation as he cupped her hips. “What are you up to Miss Devon?” He asked amused. She sank down on him, enough that her wet pussy rubbed against the top of his cock a she leaned back and sent sensations down his skin.

“Nothing.” She smirked with a grin that could melt butter. He groaned as she rolled back with enough friction to harden him instantly.

He propped his hands behind his head and beamed. She was comfortable and in her element with him and hell, like he was about to say no to whatever else was coming. He wasn’t that fucking stupid. There was a naked woman on top of him.

Devon slid slowly down his shaft and covered him completely. He closed his eyes but quickly opened them as her hands cupped his jaw. “Eyes on me.” She rode his cock slowly, sensually until he was about to burst. His hands didn’t stay still for long. Mesmerized by her breasts swaying about him he cupped them and rolled his thumb over the nipples roughly.

Her head bowed and her hands slid down to his chest so she wouldn’t fall. Her lips parted and his cock pulsed inside her as every movement she made stretched him further towards orgasm. Her nipples were hard as diamonds in his hands and revelled in each small gasp from her as he touched them.

“I want you to watch me cum.” She whispered as she bent over him for a sizzling kiss.

“I want you to cum hard.” He whispered back countering her play. He grunted as she pushed and pulled his cock, she was close and her thighs clenched at each side of him. His cock throbbed inside her as her nails dug into his skin.

“Coming...” She shouted and her neck tipped back. He wanted to taste her skin, smother her with him but he let her go. She screamed and was the sexiest thing he’d seen. He exploded inside her jerking his shoulders back into the pillow as he came.

Devon snuggled down to his chest and he wrapped himself around her as she softly sighed against him. She quivered a couple of times before she kissed his chest. “Thank you.”

He stroked her gently and laughed. “For what? The double-orgasm I just had.” He breathed in the familiar scent of cotton candy. She didn’t smell like death and dirt. She was Devon again.

“No. I forgot.”

He rolled him gently so they were twisted in the sheets and his legs with hers. He tipped her jaw up to his and kissed her softly. “I love you and I’ll always make you forget. You’re safe now. Here, with me and if I have to make love to you five times a day to prove it, I will.”

Her eyes sparkled as the smile reached her eyes. “I love you too...I don’t know if you could make it five times a day though?” She teased trying to bite her lip to hide the grin.
“You really want me to try? I’ll try. You know I’ll try.”

She chuckled against him as they kissed. “I don’t want to go outside today.”

He kissed her nose and then her lips tenderly. “Then don’t. I’ll get an update on your dad. And we’ll stay right here...and watch movies or something?”

“You are really going to sit still all day?”

He twisted his finger in her hair and kissed below her ear. “Oh I never said I’d be sitting still all day did I? I have three more ways to make you cum today to figure out.”

She laughed and each time she did his chest eased a little more. She was Devon. He would be patient with her returning to her life but if she was Devon right here and right now, who was he to argue. He’d help her through it no matter what. Because he was not losing her. Not now, not ever.

Chapter Seventy-Four: Aftermath

Jon popped his knuckles as they re-entered the penthouse. Richard had been taken into custody and Jon had called his lawyer to meet him at the police station. It was the least he could do. She’d been so quiet on the way home, content to sit with her head on his shoulder with her eyes closed.

He’d proposed they should call into the hospital to get her checked out but she’d protested that she just wanted to go home. The idea of what had happened to her rankled him and he didn’t know what to say or do for her.

“Dev, baby. Did you want me to make you something to eat? Have you even eaten?”

She looked up at him and managed a small smile but it wasn’t anything close what he usually saw back from her. The sadness hid in her eyes. “I haven’t. I’d like a shower first, if that’s ok?”

“Of course. Are you ok by yourself?”

She nodded quietly. “Yes, why don’t you make one of your grilled cheese specials for me?”

He relaxed a little. “I would love to. Just call me if you need anything.”

“I will.” She walked away from him defeated and he chewed on the tip of his thumb nail. “Devon, wait.”

“What is it?” She asked softly, turning.

He stepped towards her, his eyes meeting hers and his thumbs brushing over her wrists. “Are you ok?

She winced as he pushed her sweater up and gasped at the red angry marks that dug into her skin.

“I was bound.”

The pit in his stomach sank as he tried so desperately not to imagine it in his head. “You should be seeing someone. Does it hurt anywhere else?”

“I’m just sore, muscles ache. Honestly I’m ok.”

He didn’t want to push her, she’d been through hell and back but he didn’t know what else to do for her. “Are you ok, really ok?”

Her gaze looked down to the ground. “Not really, but I will be.”

He drew her in and she sighed as he wrapped his arms around her and locked her against his chest. No one would ever harm her again if he had his way and he would make sure of it. His fingers threaded through her hair and he kissed the top of her head. “I was so scared I’d lose you.” He whispered breathing in her scent that still lingered on her.

“Me too.” She fisted his sweater, holding on tight.

His hands rubbed over her shoulders and soothed her back and he closed his eyes briefly. He would never stop holding her if that’s what it took to make her come through this. “I’ll make sure your father has every support possible ok?”

“We shouldn’t have left him like that.” She whispered. It had been both Richard and Jon’s idea to get her home and get some sleep and food.

“We’ll go back in the morning, after you’ve had some food and a few hours sleep.”

She didn’t reply. He knew she was shattered on the inside, how could anyone not be? She was stronger than him in ways and he’d be a basket case after what happened to her. He tipped her chin up to meet her gaze.

“Hey.” He said softly.

Tears shone in her eyes and it hit his heart. “Hey.”

He leaned in and their lips brushed before he stepped in closer for the kiss. He cupped the back of her neck and angled the kiss deeper. Even broken she was still beautiful, and still his Devon.

They broke apart but their noses bumped. “I want you to know that you can talk to me.” He swiped a lone tear from her cheek. “You gotta tell me when you’re not ok too. That’s all I ask. I won’t smother you but just telling me has to help.”

She closed her eyes and her lip trembled for a moment. “I don’t know what to think. I’m happy. So happy you’re here with me but--I feel.” She shook her head. “I feel so bad.”

He twisted her hair in his finger. “That’s natural baby. You shouldn’t feel bad. We’re alive and your Dad will be fine. We’ll make sure of that.” He wasn’t sure he believed it himself but he had to believe that it could be. For her.

“I know. I don’t deserve--”

He pressed his finger against her lip. “I’ve told you about that before. Don’t you ever think that because you and I know it’s not true? It’s just the shock and horror talking.”

She nodded. “I should have a shower.” Her fingers smoothed down his chest.

“You’ll feel better after it. Trust me.”

He let her go and disappeared into the kitchen. He dug into the cupboard and wrestled out a fry pan, a loaf of bread and some cheese. He jammed on the kettle to make some tea and stood at the counter and took a deep breath.

She was safe, he could deal with the rest later she was safe and so was he. It was nearly five-am but he was done. He wanted to crawl into bed beside her once he’d fed them and make sure she slept before he would.
Then he’d deal with tomorrow.

~

Hot pins drummed against her skin as she stood in the shower and let the hot water ease away some of the aches and pains. Jon was right it did make her feel better. She was tired. Every bone in her body ached and her arms still throbbed from being bound to the bed and she just wanted to sleep. She’d scrubbed herself red with soap until she felt remotely clean again.

Jared was dead.

She wasn’t happy he was dead. She was sad. It was her fault ultimately that he was so angry and out for revenge. But it had come down to the only option to stop him. It was a hard call and she wasn’t convinced what had happened was right at all.

There had been no choice in the end though. His intent was to kill. And she had to remember that.

The rumble in her belly came as she dried off and wrapped the towel around herself tightly. She slathered herself in moisturizer and brushed her teeth. She slid into her robe and slippers and padded downstairs led by the smell of toasted cheese.

Jon had laid out some tea and water and two plates piled with a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches. He was worried about her and it showed in the way he was tentative about moving around her. Like she might break.

“Looks good.”

“Good shower?” He asked as he poured her a cup of tea.

“Yes amazingly.” She winced as she reached for her cup.

“What’s wrong?”

She swallowed. “Just hurts.”

“I wish you’d let me call someone. I can get them to come here if you want them too.”

She half-smiled. He was trying so hard and being super sweet with everything. And he’d been out there with her. “Let me sleep on it. I put some cream on them in the bathroom. I found some cortisone cream in the cabinet.”

He sat opposite her at the table and slid her plate closer. “He didn’t hurt you any other way did he?”

“No, he threatened it once but I think it was just a threat.” Her skin crawled at the memory of his hands on her skin, taunting her. “Can we just eat tonight? I’m not ready to rehash it all.”

“Of course Devon. Shit-sorry.” He looked awkward and she felt awful for it.

“Don’t be. I know you’re worried. I’d be worried if it was you.”

He grinned. “You gonna eat that?”

“Yes Dad.” She bit into the sandwich and it tasted delicious. Jon couldn’t cook much but he could make a damn fine grilled cheese sandwich. She tried to be grateful and happy to not make him worry. After a sandwich and a full mug of tea and two glasses of water she was starting to feel normal. Her head was heavy but she was content enough.

Jon handed her a bottle of painkillers. “I’d take a couple to take the edge off before bed. I had some vidicon for my back that I rarely use if you’re in pain.”

“These will be fine.” She threw back a couple and sighed.

“Tired?”

She nodded and looked anxiously towards the stairs. She wanted to go to bed but she didn’t want to be alone, she didn’t know if he’d want to sleep with her tonight. She wasn’t sure what she wanted. Being alone in a bedroom wasn’t the answer.

“You go on up, I’ll come up when I’ve cleaned up.”

“You will?”

He wiped his hands with a napkin and grinned. “Yes, of course I am. I’m cleaning up and then I’ll come up and sleep with you. If that’s what you want. I want you to be comfortable. I didn’t know if you needed space or-” He scratched his head.

Relief fluttered in her belly. “Thank you but I’d sleep better if you were there.”

“I’ll be there.” He promised as he cleared away the plates.

As she lay in between the sheets the rain hammered the windows and the wind whipped the building. She snuggled down on her side. It was good to be safe again and clean. And when she was feeling up to it she’d go back to her salon and see everyone. Her toes curled at the thought of being out there again. Jared was gone but it was still so raw.

Maybe she could stay here a few days. Right here in this bed. It’s what people did after traumas right? It wouldn’t be unusual.

Jon came in and peeled off his sweater. “I’ll just have a quick shower.”

“I was thinking.” She began.

“Yeah?” He asked as he stepped out of his jeans.

“I should stay here for a few days while things settle down.”

“Well I kind of assumed you’d just live here now.” He asked as he threw his clothes in the hamper.

“No, I mean here in the penthouse. Take some time off.”

“Well, that’s probably a good idea to rest. I can clear my schedule-”

“You can?” She asked quickly” She grinned at the thought of bunkering down in his bed watching television all day together. Hell, when was the last time that she even did that?

“Dev-I’ll take care of you. If you need me to be here. I’ll be here. We can go and visit your father tomorrow.”

“Ok.” She agreed. At least Jon would be with her outside. So it couldn’t be so bad, right?

“Good.”

Jon pulled on a pair of boxers and slid into bed beside her.

“Since when did you start wearing boxers?” She asked with a cheeky jab.

He grinned and lay opposite her. “Since I have to lie in bed with a beautiful woman and behave.”

She chuckled. “I want to mis-behave.” She yawned. “But I’m so sleepy.”

Her eyes closed and Jon slid closer to her, wrapping himself around her. “Just sleep Devon. We have the rest of our lives to misbehave.” Her fingers lazily ran through his chest hair and she rested her cheek against his skin. He was warm and the scent of Irish Spring drifted over her.

She lifted her head to kiss him gently on the lips before sleep claimed her.

Happily.

Chapter Seventy-Three: Death and all his friends

Jon wrapped the sheet tightly around himself while Richard called in the trace of the call. His heart was hammering inside his ears. She had escaped? He couldn’t believe it, she was the hero. The issue was now they had to find her before Jared did. Oh god they had to find her.

“I’ve got a trace!” Richard exclaimed collecting his things. “Pelham Bay Park?”

Jon stared at him and rubbed the two days stubble on his chin. “The Bronx. She’s alone out there in the middle of the damn Bronx?” Fuck.

“I’ve got an address, let’s get over there.”

Jon took two steps at a time back up to the bedroom, threw on a pair of jeans, a cap and a hoodie. Christ, what the hell were they getting themselves into? It was two-am and they were headed out to one of the no-go places after dark in the city. He stuffed a wad of bills into his jeans pocket along with his credit card and phone. He picked up his Swiss-Army pocket knife and paused. Would he need this?

He dropped it. Who was he kidding he’d never use it. He tied on some runners and jogged back down to Richard who was coated up and ready to go.

“Do you know what you’re doing? I mean what we’re walking into?”

“I do. I understand.”

Jon’s eyes widened and he swallowed hard as Richard tucked a handgun into his jacket. “Jesus Christ, I don’t even want to know.”

“Let’s go Jon.”

Jon called for a town car to collect them at the address that Richard had for the payphone but they would taxi it over as there was no time to lose.

He bowed his head into his hands in the car.

Please God, I know you’ve been kind to me over the years but please let us get out of this alive. All of us.

The streets whizzed past as they headed up the northeast route. They were crazy, some would say insane for even doing this without police back up but he had to trust Richard’s advice to keep this as simple as possible. No matter how deadly it might become.

His belly flip-flopped at the thought of her being holed up in god-knows where for two days. Parts of the Bronx weren’t places for a young woman, hell-any woman to be alone after dark. He picked at the denim on his knee and wondered if this was the right thing to do. He did have children to think about but hell he couldn’t stay tucked away and let Richard go it alone, it wasn’t his style.

Raindrops splattered the windshield of the car as they headed north. Since traffic was deserted for this time of morning they made it with twenty five minutes.

The narrower streets of ghetto housing slid past his back passenger window. It wasn’t all bad up here, the stories and the media blew it out of proportion most of the time. Sure there were some parts you just didn’t go to and there were affiliated gangs in the neighbouring areas. He crossed his hands and took a deep breath.

“Are we nearly there?” He asked the driver. Scattered people around the streets made him nervous, if it wasn’t Jared then Devon was at risk being out here alone. He’d read the news. He knew what happened in these parts. Especially to single white-females.

“Sure thing, Pelham Bay Park is just through here. You want me to drop you anywhere specific?” The cabby asked. Richard leaned forward and gave him the exact location and the cab made a right and then a left turn down a road, shadowed by trees.

“Here you go.”

Jon dug for some bills and handed the cabby a generous tip and then eyed them both.

“Thanks - you sure this is where you guys want to be?”

Jon nodded. “We’re sure.” He checked his watch. “Do you think you could wait until a town car turns up? Just in case we need you to leave again. I’m collecting a friend.”

The cabby checked his rear view mirror. “I can wait. For a twenty.”

Jon handed him one. “Thanks. Appreciated.”

Jon and Richard stepped out of the cab and immediately shouts could be heard from one of the neighbouring houses along with a scream.

“Guys-you’re on your own. I’ve got kids.” The cabby sped off and Jon cursed.

“Son of a bitch.”

“It’s ok.” Richard looked up. “This must be the payphone she called from.”

Jon pulled his hood over his head and followed Richard. “There’s no sign of her. Devon?” He called looking around praying to god that she would appear from somewhere. They had to find her and then they had to get the hell out of here before they got approached.

~

Devon shivered as the rain fell and the wind chased around her ankles. She sat huddled under a stoop that kept her semi-sheltered. The house looked pretty abandoned but she couldn’t be sure. She didn’t know how much time had passed but she just hoped that her father and Jon would find her soon. She wanted to go home. She wanted to go home and live.

If Jared found her now, she knew she would be pretty much dead. Her skin was cold, wet and teeth chattered trying to stay warm. She should move, get closer to the phone booth in case they came. Oh god how much she wanted them to come.

She stood and wrapped her arms around herself and walked back down the alley. She stopped as car lights bled onto the road and a car rolled slowly to a stop. She crouched hidden around the corner and out of sight from anyone that could find her.

There was a scream and the car sped off but she heard the sound of shoes crunching on gravel and waited a little longer. Muffled voices until there was one loud and clear.

“Devon!”

She leapt and almost screamed in relief for him but she never got the chance. A hand snaked hard around her waist from behind and dragged her back two steps while another one cupped her mouth.

“Another word-another word and you are dead. You hear me?” She closed her eyes as cold steel pressed against her temple.

She sobbed but he didn’t drag her back any further. “So the cavalry came? As per usual your father is bailing you out and fuck you must be good in bed because I don’t know why the hell that other stupid idiot is so worried about you. He’s an idiot. And one that’s about to pay.”

She struggled to breathe through her nose and tears stung her eyes. So close. She was so close from this nightmare ending and now it was slipping through her fingers.

“I have been in hell because of you. I tried to give you an easy way out of this but you had to do it your way so now it’s time for your hell.”

She tried to speak but he wouldn’t take his hand away from her mouth. He pushed them forward out onto the street.

“Hey fuckers.” He announced as Jon and her father looked up and Jon’s eyes met hers. The connection immediately hit her deep in the chest but she was so afraid of Jared was going to do.

“Devon-shit.” Both of them took a step back and raised their hands.

“Jared. Listen to me. You need to let her go.” Richard said calmly. “Let her go and we let you go.”

Jared laughed. “Like I’m about to believe that old number. You can go fuck yourself if you think I’m that stupid. The only stupid thing I ever did was trust your stupid bitch of a daughter here.”

She screamed under his hand as he tightened his grip on her and pushed the gun harder against her temple. Tears spilled from her eyes as she watched Jon so helpless. He wanted to help her but he couldn’t. No one could.

“Jared listen to me. We’ll let you go. Hell we’ll even give you the money.”

Jon nodded. “I could give you a million straight away. If you come with us.”

Jared snickered. “It’s not enough. It’s over. She had her chance to make this right and she blew it. So now she must choose.”

The blood drained from her face and she closed her eyes as she knew with unbearable dread what was coming. Her feet were throbbing but her body was numb.

“You pick which one you want to live Devon. And I’ll kill the other. I don’t fucking even care about the prison time. It will be enough knowing I took something away from you.”

“Whoa-hey now son. Is that what you really want? There is a difference between first degree murder and illegally entering a country Jared. You have the chance to run. We’re giving you that.” Her father tried to calmly talk him down.

“I don’t care. Fucking pick one!”

Her chest heaved and her heart sobbed. She would never do it. The two people she loved most in the world were standing there and Jared had played his final hand. She would never be able to live with it. If one of them died it would be because of her. Her father who had sacrificed everything for her to keep her safe or Jon who had loved her whole heartedly even in spite of her flaws. No one she knew would make this choice and she wasn’t about to either.

She saw the fear in Jon’s eyes and it broke her heart that he was even here, even if it was for her. He didn’t deserve this.

Jared released his hand from her mouth. “Who’s it going to be?”

“Jared-I beg you. Don’t do this.” She cried.

He clicked the gun and aimed it forward.

“Is it him? Your prissy boyfriend.” He waved the gun in Jon’s direction. “Or dearest father. If he hadn’t interfered in the first place none of this would have happened.”

“I-can’t.” She sobbed. “Jared please. This is life you’re talking about not a few years in prison but life.”

“You screwed me over and ruined my life Devon. You came over here and lived the life we were supposed to live. I have to take that away from you, can’t you see that?”

“Then shoot me.”

Devon looked up as her father took a step forward. “Shoot me. Since it’s my fault. My fault I interfered in your relationship.”

Jared mused quietly. “It was your fault. She would have never chickened out if it wasn’t for you. You treated her like child and all she wanted was you to back the hell off.”

It was all lies. Devon knew that now and so did her father but Jared’s warped brain didn’t make any sense of it all. She trembled against his grasp, she fought the bile that boiled in her throat. She’d never forgive herself if he shot her father.

“It was my fault.” Her father quietly repeated as she met his gaze. He nodded and she slowly shook her head and blinked the tears.

“Daddy-no.”

“Make the choice Devon. Make the choice or I’ll kill them both.”

“Kill me.” She pleaded. “I’m the one that you want.”

“Devon-no!” Jon crouched down with his hands on his face.

He dragged her closer and pressed his lips against her forehead. “Too easy sweetheart. I’m not letting you out of this so easy.” The grasp around her neck tightened as she struggled to breathe.

Jon’s eyes teared as he nodded and she nodded back. No words were necessary. She loved him and he loved her. None of this was ever meant to happen, not to him. Not to the man that saved her from everything including herself.

“I’m running out of patience here. You never did like your father so I don’t know why you are so emotional about it.”

Her father stared at her. But it wasn’t a sad stare. She’d seen it before. Years ago when they used to gang up on her mother. He’d give her a look before he did something and it made her heart race. She had to give them that chance. She stared again and he nodded slightly.
She stepped back, closed her eyes and rammed one of her feet down on his boot.

He shouted in pain. “You fucking bitch!” His grip released and she fell to the ground, her palms grating on concrete as three gunshots were fired. She stayed down scared to look, scared to look up and see if the two people she loved dead on the road.

Please god. Please god.

The shots rung in her ears and she kept her eyes closed until hands hauled her up by the shoulders. She was swept into strong arms and she held on for dear life. The smell was familiar, spice mixed in with rain. She looked up and sobbed when blue eyes stared back at her.

“You’re ok, we’re ok.”

Tears spilled. “Dad?” She twisted around, her heart in her throat.

“I’m right here Devon.”

She turned and saw her father standing there still holding a handgun. “God-Dad!” Oh god. Jared lay motionless sprawled on the pavement in a pool of blood.

“Is he-”

Richard nodded. “I’m pretty sure of it.”

“Oh god.” She burst into tears as she hugged her father. His gun fell to the ground and he wrapped his arms hard around her. “You saved us.” She whispered.

“He would have killed all of us in a heartbeat Devon. I wasn’t risking it.”

“I love you Daddy. How will I ever be able to repay you for this?” What did this mean? Her father had just killed someone.

He held her at arm's length by her shoulders. “By living your life the way you are. I’m so proud of you baby girl.”

She shook her head. “I don’t deserve it.”

“Stop that. Yes you do. I’m going to fine. Jared was threatening to kill you and Jon. I had to step in and that’s how the police will see it.”

“Will they? What if you go to jail?” Her hands shook.

“Shhh. Just shhh. You’re in shock.” He slipped off his jacket and draped it around her. “The police will be here soon. I’ll get them to come to the penthouse. They’ll want a statement.”

“But how will all this work out?”

He rubbed her shoulders. “Only as his ex-girlfriend that left the country when he was put in jail. You are no longer charged remember. They can’t prove it. This is open and shut as it gets.”

“Richard, how can I ever thank you? Do you need me to get you a lawyer? I’m happy to pay for anything.” Jon butted in and stood behind Devon. The weight behind her was a comfort.

“God-I’m sorry.” She wrapped her arms back around Jon. “Please help him anyway we can.”

“Thanks. That would be appreciated.”

The police cars arrived within minutes and a quiet street in the Bronx was transformed into a scene that rivalled any movie scene. Richard talked to the police while Jon stood with Devon.

“I’m so sorry you had to go through that...Jon I don’t know what I would have done if-”

He grabbed her hands and squeezed them. “Hey. Don’t worry about that now. It’s over. Are you ok Devon? I mean are you really ok? He didn’t-”

She shook her head. “No. I’m ok.” She may have been ok on the outside but inside she was a mess. She wanted to scream, she wanted to be happy this was over but her father was taking the blame for this. What if he spent the rest of his life in jail? She almost got Jon killed. She was not ok.

His hand cupped her cheek and his thumb scraped away the tears that came. “I’m so happy to see you.”

“Me too. I’m so cold…” She stuttered.

“I know. Me too. Your Dad’s right you’re in shock- just breathe Dev. I’ll hold you.” He shook with her and the thought of losing him was still so real she hoped it would go away. She held onto his hands tight and rested her head against his chest as the police combed the area. She was happy it was over but was indifferent about how she felt.

Chapter Seventy-Two: Destination Anywhere

Jon sank down on the couch his phone still gripped in his hand unsteadily. Her voice had been unwavering and strong but she would have been staying strong with that fucking low life creep sitting next to her. Five million dollars was in his range but fuck if he wanted to hand that creep a dime.

Richard was on the phone to his cop buddies to help trace the call, hell if it was even traceable. His nails dug into his skull as he bowed his head and wished to fuck he was watching a Bruce Willis action special instead of living one.

He knew now just one thing. He loved Devon. Against all odds of being a bitter twisted divorced guy and having already lived twenty years in a marriage. He loved her. He would do it all again if he got her back. He’d make sure of it.

Dusk was settling in and soon it would be night. He couldn’t bear to think about her locked up with him during the night. What if he did something to her? Fuck-what if-

“Boss, you need anything?” Josh popped his head into the living room.

Jon shook his head. “No, just go home tonight Josh. It’s not like we’re unsafe anymore.” He rubbed the dull ache in the centre of his chest. He doubted sleep was even on the cards at this point.

“I’ll come back in the morning, but call if you need anything, yeah?”

Jon nodded. “Yep.”

Josh left and the house hung with silence. His feet were restless and he wriggled on the couch as he had no clue what to do next. He grabbed his coat and scarf, cell and keys and signalled to Richard he was leaving.

“I need some air.”

Richard covered his phone. “You sure that’s such a good idea?”

Jon jammed his hands in his pockets. “Not like he’s out there now, is it? He’s fucking got what he wanted.”

“Ok but be careful and try and not be too long. Devon needs you to be strong as well.”

Jon didn’t say a word and let the door slam behind him. He wasn’t what Devon needed right now was he? He was helpless. Yes he had a great big pile of money but he wasn’t even sure that was the right thing to do. And they couldn’t involve the police properly like normal folk, well not at this point anyway without risk to Devon.

His feet hit the cobblestones of Mercer with a quickened pace. The cool air had settled into the city as winter nipped on their heels. Whistles and faded sirens were they only sound over the hum of traffic from the busier streets nearby. He walked without care except to avoid traffic as he crossed each intersection. He took a turn into the quieter run-down streets of Soho. It wasn’t a bad neighbourhood even at this time of night but he kept aware of his surroundings.

Away from the hustle and bustle of Canal Street and the street merchants, littered newspapers and trash cans were all that were left down here. His feet moved faster and his chest tightened. He must have walked two, three miles? It wasn’t enough. Nothing was enough.

His step fell into a jog until it blended into a run. His head screamed as the cold air whipped and his calves burned as he pushed through the pain barrier. A kaleidoscope of lights spun past him as he ran and ran until he came to a dead end. He crouched against the wall and his lungs heaved for breath. One hand clawed the brick and the other covered his eyes as he wretched two sobs.

Is this what he had been reduced to?

He took three more deep breaths and his heart rate steadied. The night lights came back into focus and the world was still there. Still turning.

Pull yourself fucking together.

It was all he could do for her. Richard was right and he could see that now. Meltdowns weren’t going to help her now. He stood, brushed his jacket down and wiped his brow full of sweat. He strode back into the crowds on the main drags and slowly walked his way back to his apartment. He took the stairs and climbed each one slowly building a resolve when he was at the top he’d be strong again.

When he was nearly there he stopped when something caught his eye tucked in beside the braces for the third floor railing. He bent down and picked up the twisted heart ring and sighed. “Oh baby.” He kissed it and tucked it into his pocket as he looked around the stairwell and wondered how the struggle played out.

“You won’t get the best of us.” He vowed quietly and moved back up to the apartment. It was well after midnight and Richard was sitting in the armchair.

“You all right?”

Jon sat opposite him and nodded. “I am now. Did you find anything?”
Richard crossed his hands on his stomach. “Nothing yet but I have some guys running scans in the areas and to see if we can see anyone that called your number via the satellites. It’ll just take some time.”

Jon shrugged. “I don’t know what that even means but great.”

“You should try and get some sleep Jon. You’ll be no good to her without it.”

He got up. “I should but what about the money? Should I get it?”

Richard half-smiled. “Let’s discuss that in the morning when we’ve both had a couple of hours sleep. I’ll stay in here if that’s ok.”

“Yes, of course. There is a blanket under the couch and help yourself to anything you need or to use the bathroom to shower. Everything you need is in there.”

“Try and get some sleep son.”

Jon picked up the whiskey bottle. “Help yourself to any of the booze. And Richard thanks.”

Richard nodded. “Don’t thank me yet. But we’ll get her back, ok?”

Jon managed a small smile but his heart was heavy. “Sure.”

He stripped down and crawled into his bed after two shots of whiskey and closed his eyes. His only hope was that sleep would claim him and that tomorrow they would have better news.

~

Her head pounded.

She’d kill to pop an Advil or two about now. The darkness had set in for the second night and she was drifting in and out of sleep. She was weary, rundown and tired but afraid to sleep. Afraid what promises that they darkness would offer her.

Would Jon come through with the money? Her gut told her he probably would. He loved her enough to but he’d still be angry if Jared made it away with five million of his money and she’d feel guilty as well.

The silhouette of a man in a chair by the window was what she could make out in the room. His breathing kicked in time with the hum of the air conditioning unit just like it did last night. All she could remember was inside this room. There was more to her life but it felt so boxed in right now. What would happen tomorrow? Would Jon show up with the cash and she’d be sent home in his arms? Somehow she didn’t think so. That would be too easy.

The day had been so long, Jared had left her alone for most of it thankfully than hovering all over her. But there was only so much she could take. She couldn’t wait till tomorrow. She couldn’t stand to let this come down to a stand-off that may or may not end in her favour.

She did it five years ago when she chose to run away from him, she could do it again. At least she had somewhere to go this time. At least she had people who supported her.

“Jared.” She spoke into the darkness.

He stirred. “What is it?”

“Bathroom.” Her heart pounded in her ears as he grunted and switched on the light.

“You did always get up in the middle of the night. Nothing’s changed huh?”

“Yup. I guess so.” She answered without fighting him. He undid the rope and hauled her up off the bed and pushed her in the direction of the bathroom.

She stood again in front of the cracked mirror and washed up. Her arms were shaking from being bound above her head and the muscles pulsed in pain. She looked like a mess. She tucked her hair behind her ears and splashed some more water on her face. She had no shoes on but there would be no time for that, she’d just have to run if she even got the chance.

“Oh god.” She steadied herself against the basin. If she failed this time she had no doubt he’d do something awful to her. She studied the cracked mirror a little closer and picked at it. A shard came freely out, it wasn’t big and she doubt it would do a lot of damage but it should deter him for a few seconds. If she could do it.

She wrapped her hand around the shard and walked back out. It was still dark outside but that would make it easier to run and hide. Where ever they hell they were.

“Can-Can I just stretch for five minutes?” She winced as she leaned back. “Everything aches.”

“Do I look like I give a shit? Get back on the bed.”

“One sec.” She bent back over and made sure the shard tip was ready as he made his way towards her. It was now or never she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
“You’re determined to be a right little-”

She came up and shoved the shard into skin, she hit his shoulder and he backed away and bellowed in pain. She leapt towards the door and fumbled with the locks, this time sliding them open quickly.

“Yes!” She flung the door open and Jared grabbed it but she squeezed through before he could close it again.

“Get back here you little bitch.”

She spun and kicked the door back so it connected with Jared and adrenaline pumped through her veins like a new lease of life as she pounded down the narrow corridor. Peeled off paint and chopped carpet was left in her wake as she rounded down a staircase hearing footsteps drumming behind her. She flew down, one-two steps at a time and through a run-down reception area.

The doubles doors out to the street opened with a crash and she kept on running. God, where the hell was she? The dark narrow gravel streets were not recognizable and there was nothing around. He gravel crunched under her feet, grating the skin but she kept running. She could hear shouts behind her but she dared not turn around in-case he was in reaching distance of her.

Keep going.

God she ached, but the resolve kept driving her. Pumping each beat of her heart.

She rounded the corner and zigzagged through trees that led into a reserve. She was crazy to be running into here in the middle of the night but she had no choice. She ran under the canopy of trees where the moonlight barely hit the ground and stood behind a large oak. Voices in the distance kept her weary and the flicker of fire from a bomb fire crackled into the night.

God, where the hell am I?

She took three deep breaths and stayed where she was.

“Well, what do we have here?”

Devon jumped but it wasn’t Jared she was faced with. A taller figure in a hood moved in front of her, the flame red tip of his cigarette burned like a beacon.

“Please. I’m just trying to get away-” She raked her hand through her hair. “I don’t want any trouble.”

“Sounds like you’re running away from a whole lot.”

“I am. I need a phone. Do you know where I can find one?”

He stood back and popped his knuckles. “Young white girls shouldn’t be here alone. You’ll get yourself killed.”

She chuckled at the irony. “Well I was running away from that so I don’t know if it’s any better.”

“You need to use the payphone back down the street. You better hope girl it’s working. It’s usually smashed in for quarters.”

“I just have to call someone-”

“Hey man - can I help you?” The guys stepped away and back into the darkness.

“Have you seen a girl? My girlfriend is in here? I seem to have lost her.”

“I did see a girl a while ago-what did she look like?”

Devon took her cue and quietly ran back the way she came while he talked to Jared. Her face was burning and each stride she took crunched twigs under her feet. They were likely to be bleeding but she wasn’t thinking about that, she wasn’t thinking about anything except for getting to that phone.

She kept looking over her shoulder and hoping Jared wasn’t following her. She found the street and thankfully it was deserted. And she found the payphone. The rain had started to fall and the wind whipped around her legs.

She inched into the booth and said a silent hallelujah when she picked it up and there was dial tone. She dialled the operator quickly and asked to dial collect to Jon’s cell phone, reciting the number. Thank god she could remember it.

It rang painfully. She held the earpiece and kept looking over her shoulder. Scared that Jared was going to appear out of nowhere and it would be game over.

“Hello?” Jon croaked.

Her chest collapsed in relief and tears sprung to her eyes. “Jon?! I’ve escaped...I don’t know where I am. I’m at a phone booth.”

“Wh-Devon, fuck! Do you know anything about where you are? What do the streets look like?”

“Run down, the area is definitely run down and there is a nearby park.”

“Christ that could be anywhere? Where is Jared?”

“I don’t know - god. I’m scared I just want to be home.”

“I know you do baby, I know you do. I’m running down to your father. Just stay on the phone. We couldn’t get a trace on the call you made from Jared so whatever you do stay on the line.”

She heard muffled yelling. “Dev-Dev is there a number, like a serial on the payphone you’re at?”

Devon looked over the battered payphone and the number looked like it had been scratched off with a coin. “No, it’s been scratched off.” Her heart raced as she looked over her shoulder, the rain now falling harder.

“Ok Dev... Your father is going to get the trace we’ve been on the line long enough. Just hold on.”

She spied a figure rounding the block. “Someone’s coming. I should go.”

“Your Dad says go and find somewhere safe and stay there. We’ll come and find you. We’ll come to the phone booth so check in a couple of hours - god depending where you are. We’ll come for you ok?”

“Ok-Jon-” She glanced back again. “I love you.”

“I love you too baby, hold tight I’m coming for you.”

She hung up and quickly snuck out of the booth and down the alley. To her relief the person kept walking past. She sank down on a stoop that provided some shelter from the rain and shade from the road. No one would see her here, she just had to sit and wait. And hope like hell Jared wouldn’t find her.

Chapter Seventy-One: Road to Nowhere

Seconds were like hours, minutes like days and moments like lifetimes as she waited for Jared to come back. Her arms throbbed and her wrists were raw from the constant struggle with rope that she was losing. She could kill for a drink of water as her throat was like she’d swallowed a ball of sawdust.

Where was she? She tried to listen for traffic or anything that would give her an idea where they were but all there was the hum of the air conditioner. The room was basic and she was tied up on the double bed and from where she could reach to see there was a table and chairs next to a bathroom.

Her gaze flicked over to the bathroom one last time before she closed her eyes again and tried to rest. Her strength was fading and god knows how long she would be left like this. She sighed as she saw him in the distance standing on the beach, his arms in his pockets smiling broadly at her. His hair was a little lighter and his face had been kissed by the sun.

“Hey you.” His silky smoky voice filled her with more warmth than the sunshine that was beating down on her.

“Hey...” She managed. She knew it wasn’t real. She knew that the warm sand that was pooling around her toes was nothing more than the edges of the dusty blanket at the end of the bed. She knew that the sea salted air that whipped through her hair was nothing more than the breeze from the weak air conditioning unit.

“I’m here for you baby.” He held his hand out and she could almost reach it. Their finger tips brushed and her heart sank.

“I’m scared.”

“Be strong. I’ll find you. You know I always do.”

“I’m not strong Jon, not for this.”

“Yes you are. Just hold on.”

He was slammed out of her head as her eyes opened and Jared walked in. “Hey, look who is awake.”

His eyes ran over her and up to her wrists. He grabbed one quickly. “Think you can try and get yourself out of this one huh?”

She gasped as he squeezed it tight before he dropped it back down and sat next to her on the bed.

“Amazing the things that they teach you in prison. Unbreakable knots. Learnt that incase I wanted to hang myself or someone else.” His eyebrows wiggled.

She swallowed and closed her eyes but he shook her.

“Stay awake I need you to talk soon. I have a job for you.”

She mumbled against the gag and to her surprise he tugged it down from her mouth but not at a price. The tip of the knife glinted in the light.

“Try anything and I will slit your throat, are we clear?”

She nodded and took a deep hard breath without obstruction. “Oh God.” She croaked.

He lifted a water bottle to her lips. “Drink it.”

She had no time to even consider if it was water or poison but she didn’t care. Her body craved in and much to her relief it was and it soothed her throat.

He capped it and leaned over her. “Got nothing to say to me huh? After all these years.”

Her heart jammed in her throat. She knew if she showed weakness he would exploit it. “Why this Jared? Do you think you’ll really make it out of the country alive?”

He laughed. “You are not seriously asking me why, are you? I think you know why.”

“You need money?”

“Of course I need fucking money.” He snapped. “Good choice on the rock-star by the way. The only question is how much is he willing to pay me?” He grinned down at her and swept a lock of her hair away from her face. “Will you really be worth what I ask him for?” He shrugged. “Maybe not. Maybe he’ll cut his losses and move on.”

“And what-you’ll kill me?”

Jared laughed and rubbed his knee. “Oh that’s too easy lovely. Way too easy.” His thumb traced over her lip. “If he doesn’t want you. I’ll take you with me. It’s the least I can do to pay you back for the three years of hell I went through.”

“Jared I’m sorry for that.” It was the truth, she was sorry it had to come to that but she had no choice in the end.
“Oh spare me your pity and apologies. You know what you did and I’ll give you the credit for it. I always thought you were a spinless little bitch but you proved me wrong there in the end.”

“I should have broken up with you earlier.” She whispered as she winced. Her arms were seriously cramping.

“So you could run home to Daddy?”

“I was an idiot to ever believe you and that is something I’ll regret for the rest of my life. More than taking the money and running.” She foolishly hoped it hurt him.

Jared paced the room. “Shut up! Just shut up. You need to fix this and you need to fix this now or I swear to God Devon I will fuck you up so bad that you’ll beg me to kill you.”

Her belly flip flopped as she forced the fear back down. She couldn’t lose it, he’d get too much enjoyment from it. He’d know he was winning whatever sick game he was playing. She had to believe she would walk away from this no matter how hopeless it seemed right now.

She licked her lips and swallowed again. “What is it you want Jared? How much?” She didn’t even know if Jon was willing to hand over his well earned money to save her. Would she really be saved? Would he let her go if he got any money at all?

“I think a million for every year you’ve been away makes good business sense to me. And right now, you’re going to call him and tell him this. He’s got forty-eight hours to do it.”

“And if not?” She asked. “How will that ever get what you want? You’ll be screwed even if you take me with you, we’ll have no money.”

“I told you bitch. Shut up!”

He held her phone and dialled Jon’s number. “Now you will tell him he has forty-eight hours to get me five million dollars and I will be disconnecting the call before father dearest can trace it.” He held the phone away for a second. “And I mean it. No funny business.”

She nodded and held her breath as the phone rang, her lifeline. She needed to hear his voice. It rang a few times before it clicked. Her heart raced and leapt into her throat as his voice came on the line. She forced back the tears that threatened to spill.

“Hello?” He asked cautiously.

“Jon.” Her voice wavered but took a deep breath to hold it steady. “Jon, it’s me.”

“Devon! Where -god-are you ok? Has he hurt you?”

The wave of concern rushed down the line and over her like a comforting warm blanket. “I’m ok.” She said quietly.

“God-Devon I’m so sorry, where are you?” She’d never heard the panic in his voice before until now.
“Enough chit-chat” Jared growled behind her.

“Five million dollars in forty-eight hours.” She relayed to Jon.

“What? The fucking prick. You don’t worry about Devon we’ll get this sorted. You just stay strong for me ok?”

“Five million dollars, forty-eight hours to get it.” She repeated quietly, she was on the verge of tears but she held strong.

“You listen to me Devon. I will find you and when I do he will pay a thousand times over for what he’s doing to you ok? I love you and if he hurts you I’ll fucking kill him myself. You hear me? So hang on for me baby. Hang on because we’ll find you.”

*click* Jared pressed the disconnect call button. She took a deep breath.

“Touching.” Jared grinned. “Too bad he will never find me. That was under thirty seconds.”

“I need to use the bathroom.” Her voice shook but she needed a minute. Away from him, away from his stare. A minute to fall apart.

Jared sneered. “There are no windows in there so don’t even think about it.” He reached over her and cut the ropes. “But I won’t deny you the basic comforts because that’s just the big man I am.” He held her wrists and lifted her off the bed and towards the bathroom. When the door slammed behind her she was blessedly alone. She sank to the floor in a pile and sobbed silently into her arm.

She needed Jon, she hated how much she needed him but she did. He had been the one that made her believe in herself and in the world again. Away from the darkness of her past and now it was back here in her future.

You have to stay strong

She had to or she was as good as off dead right now. She rubbed her wrists that were raw from the rope biting into them and her stretched her arms as she stood steadily and took care of her business. She washed up, the cold water a relief to her hot skin. She let the cold beads of water trickle down her face and stared at herself in the cracks in the mirror but jumped when the fists banged on the door behind her.

“Hurry up Devon. No funny business.”

She straightened herself up and looked at herself one more time in the mirror and took a deep breath. “I can do this.”

“Coming.” She opened the door and Jared grabbed her by the shoulder and shoved her towards the bed. She saw the door to her freedom briefly and took a chance. She jammed her elbow back into him and leaped towards the door. He swore and shouted as she fumbled with the lock to get out. She didn’t dare look behind her as her hand landed on the door handle. She twisted it once and then lost her footing as he grabbed her from behind tumbling her backwards against him. His arm came around her neck and she held her tight against him.

“That was a big fucking mistake girl. A big one.” She screamed with everything she had in the vain hope someone would hear them and tried to wrestle from his grip but failed.

“Let me go. You’ll fuck up your own life for this.”

She was shoved forward and he spun her around and slammed her against the door. She cried out as the hook dug into her back. His palm cupped her face and held her head hard against the door. He brought knee between her legs and pinned her there.

“You ever try that shit again and you will be sorry. Am I clear?” He squeezed her jaw until she nodded and then released it. His eyes flicked down to her lips and then to her eyes and he pressed his lips against hers.

“You sure you don’t want one last fuck?” he asked. “You were always good in the sack.”

She shook her head and stopped the bile in her throat. “Please.” Anything but that.

He laughed. “Pity.” And slammed her head against the door. It didn’t knock her out but she slid down the door and the room spun out of control. He picked her back up and carried her to the bed. She feebly tried to struggle but the darkness was calling. He roughly twisted the rope around her wrists and her head was pushed against the pillow. Jared leaned over and his finger ran down her cheek.

“Night night sunshine.”

Chapter Seventy: Won't Let Go

Jon checked his watch, Devon should be here any minute as they needed to get going to Teterboro. He looked up when Josh walked in.

“Great day for the elevators to be broken huh?”

Jon frowned. “Yeah really great, where is Devon? We gotta get going.”

Josh looked up as he picked up one of the bags by the door. “She’s not up here? She went up about five minutes before me."

Jon swallowed. “Devon!” He called as he stepped onto the step that led upstairs. He popped his knuckle and headed back to the front door. His heart rate quickened. “She was inside the building.”

Josh headed back out. “I’ll check downstairs.”

Jon nodded and fiddled in his pocket as Josh left for his phone. He hit Devon’s number and it went straight to voicemail. He tapped her a quick text in case she was out of coverage. Stupid fucking city bandwidth. He glanced out to the city, he was anxious to get them on that plane and to safety.

His phone buzzed and he grinned as Devon’s number came up. “Hey baby. Where are you?”

The laugh made his knees buckle. “Baby can’t come to the phone right now.”

His heart slammed into his throat. “Where is she?” He spluttered as he gripped the side of the door. Anything but this, god--anything but this.

“She’s taking a wee nap right now. If you’re lucky she’ll wake up. You better start clearing out the coffers rock star, or your girlfriend dies.”

CLICK.

“Fuck, oh fuck!” he gasped for air and begged his legs to move. He had her--the son of bitch had her. How did he get into the building? What did he want? Would he let her go if he actually paid him any money, alive?

Jon made it one floor before he sank against the bannister and heaved. He couldn’t breathe. God. Anything but her. He crouched and coughed as the bile burned its way up his throat.

“Jon?” Josh asked.

Jon looked up as Josh ran up the stairs. “He’s got Devon. He just called me.” He puffed.

“Shit.” Josh hauled Jon up off the floor and supported him back up the stairs to his apartment. Black and white splotches blended into colour as he sank down on the couch and put his head into his hands.

“Not, Devon.”

“Call her father.” Jon demanded as Josh started to dial.

“Just sit tight, I’ll call her father and the police.”

Jon laid back and covered his eyes as he got his breathing under control. He had to stay. His hands balled into fists. All the power in the world, and here he was useless. He’d played by the rules for so long. No one had ever touched him before like this.

What did he mean by asleep? Was she knocked unconscious in the struggle? His heart twisted. She must be terrified. This was her safe place. How the hell did he get into the stairwell?

Fuck.

He stood up and swung his liquor cabinet open and poured two fingers of scotch.

Josh popped his head in. “Richard is on his way over.”

Jon nodded and threw the whole glass back into his mouth. He winced as the liquid burned his throat. “Good.”

“Jon don’t you think you should-”

Jon poured himself another scotch. “I think you should shut the fuck up. She went missing on your watch.” It wasn’t Josh’s fault. Josh was excellent at what he did and he was trained to deal with over-enthusiastic woman that wanted a piece of his cock, not psychopath boyfriends that outwitted every move they made.

Josh nodded and left him alone again. He scrolled through every last contact in his iPhone as he paced up and down the room and then laughed. Who the hell could he call? There was no one in his world that would even understand this. He sank onto the couch defeated with his drink.

The clock ticked around thirty painful minutes and each minute that passed his gut grew more restless. Jon sighed and lifted the glass up again and swirled the liquid around. “Fuck.” He smashed the glass against the wall, and whiskey ran down like blood.

“Throwing glasses against walls isn’t going to help.”

Jon turned as Richard came into the room. “What are we going to do?”

Richard nodded and held out his hand. “What phone did he ring? I need the number so I can see if there is any trace on it.”

Jon handed the phone over and showed him the call history.

“Dammit.” Richard cursed.

“What?”

“Too short. I’ll get a friend to run this at the lab anyway--they may be able to pick up something. Now, what exactly did he say?”

Jon admired the steely determination in Richard but realized it was a cop thing. He was ready to freak out and Richard was stone cold. “He said Devon was asleep at the moment and that I should start to clear out my coffers or she’ll die.”

“Dammit. Ok he wants something from us and as long as he wants something from us, nothing will happen to Devon.”

“How can you be so sure, he’s a fucking fruitcake that has my-your daughter.”

“Jon. We’ve got to stay calm, son. I know it’s scary and twisted what’s happening, but we have to stay calm. One false slip up and we could lose her. Do you think I want to lose her now that I’ve just found her?”

Jon sighed. “No of course not. I just feel so helpless. We were so close.” He punched his fist down on the table. “So damn close to getting out of here.” The thought of her alone and alone with Jared. What he could do to her. Jon swore if he ever thought about touching his Devon he would be a dead man.

“Let’s just be reasonable, let me make some calls, please just stay calm. You have to for Devon.”

“I can’t be reasonable. But make no mistake, if he harms her...” Jon raked his hand through his hair. “If he harms her he will be sorry.”

Richard gripped the top of his arm and squeezed it. “I know, Jon. I know.”

He stood, his hand on his hips. She was really gone, this was really happening. He had to deal with it, there was no way out. No escaping to St. Bart’s like a spoiled rich kid. This was happening. He took a deep breath.

“What do you suggest we do now?”

~

Sunlight burned against her face. Her eyelids flickered. It was hard to move, her arms and legs felt like lead. Her nose burned with each breath. She gasped as she tried to stretch, but realized her wrists were bound above her head. Her eyes snapped open and she tried to scream, but nothing came out. She was gagged.

Oh God. He found me. Her heart raced in her chest.

She tugged her wrists once, but they were secured tight. What had happened to Jon? Had he left him alone? God, what did he want? Was he going to kill her?

The possibility smacked her in the face as the door to the small room opened. She twisted her head but she couldn’t get a good view of him. His footsteps were as heavy as her heart was pounding.

“Honey. I’m home.”

He bent over her and he came into view. He was the same, weathered but the same. Stark blond hair that was dirtier now and piercing blue eyes. She flinched as his thumb scraped over her cheek.

“There there. You’re safe now.” His gaze sliced right through her and he grinned and then laughed.

“You’ve been having some fun here huh? Enjoy our money?”

She sucked in her breath as his thumb traced over her lips. “Enjoy our money?” He asked again and the tiny tear slid down her cheek.

She needed to stay strong, it was all she had left. All she could use to fight him and not let him know he got to her.

“I think you did. I think you had a gay-old time. Screwed a rock star. Opened a business. Lived a life.” She gasped as his hands gripped her neck and her heart threatened to burst from her chest.

“You know where I’ve been? Hell. Fucking hell Devon while you swanned around New York living the high life.”

Oh god.

His fingertips dug into her skin but he didn’t tighten his grip. “It would be too easy to kill you right now. Satisfying, but too easy when I don’t have what I want.”

Her throat was scorched dry. Her arms ached.

She closed her eyes and wished it was a dream. Like before. And when she woke she would be in Jon’s arms. Safe and sound. Safe and sound…

His hand slid down her side and she gasped as her eyes opened.

“Despite you being a backstabbing bitch. You’re still a hot and tight little thing. Or is tight debatable? That Bon Jovi character probably stretched you well and good. Little whore.”

Tears fell freely down her cheeks. He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t do it? Jared was an asshole but was he a superior asshole? She should have never done what she did but what other choice did she have? He’d sucked her in and it was all her own fault she’d believed anything he ever had told her. Two wrongs didn’t make a right but the line wasn’t as black and white he seemed to think it was.

He raised his eyebrow as his hand slid over her thigh. Her skin crawled at any possibility of what could come next but he folded his arms.

“You’re lucky I have to be somewhere Devon but we can continue this…later.” He leaned over her again and the smell of stale alcohol and smoke hovered over her.

Her whole body coiled tight as his lips touched hers.

“Now be a good girl.”

And then he was gone. The moment the door clicked her lungs gave way and she heaved for a breath and choked on the tears that welled inside her. She was in hell but she had to fight. Jon had fought to keep her so she had to do the same.

She tugged hard until the rope cut her wrists in attempt to pull herself free but they were tied too tight. She panted and growled again willing every muscle in her body to tear herself free but she couldn’t.

“God.” She managed muffled against the gag in her mouth. Screaming wasn’t an option muted. “Help me, somebody please.” She whispered jamming her eyes shut as her body burned. Someone out there had to find her before Jared did god knows what to her.

She needed Jon, she needed the protection in his arms and his voice. She just prayed to god they would figure out what happened to her and that Jared fucked up and left them a clue to where they were.

She was in trouble. Deep deep trouble.