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Heaven and Hell - Part 9 (*slash*)
For disclaimer and such, see part one.
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~ADAM'S POV~
I gasp as another man grabs my assailants wrist. "Easy, or you'll cause internal bleeding," the older man hisses to
the younger one. "You do want a live flower, right?"
I whimper as they force a doctor in and he slowly removes the tube much to my discomfort.
"He shouldn't be moved," the doctor whispers in concern.
"You shouldn't talk," the young dark haired man whispers as he shoots the doctor point blank in the chest.
I watch sickened as the doctor falls lifelessly to the floor in a bloody heap.
They chuckle as they pull me from the bed. I feel the coolness of the room as it assails my exposed behind. Damn
hospital gowns.
I'm groggy and I almost stumble, but a strong arm wraps around my midsection pulling me back against a firm,
body. "I've got you flower," the younger one whispers in my ear, his breath hot against the lobe of my ear, sending
a shiver down my spine.
"I'm not a flower," I growl, my throat too dry to protest further.
They laugh. Not a normal laugh, but as if I had said the funniest thing.
"No," the younger one whispers in my ear. "Not just any flower, but my flower."
I shiver at his words and his free hand as it pulls my gown up and roughly caresses between my legs.
"I see that I'm going to have to retrain you," he growls as I try to pull away.
"Come on, son. Mark won't be gone from this flower for too long," the older one growls.
"Of course, father," the younger one whispers as he starts dragging me alone. I'm too weak to resist and they
know it.
"Who are you?" I gasp between ragged breaths.
The older one walks to me and gets right in my face. "Do you remember Stephanie?" He hisses at me.
"Yes," I reply meekly.
"She was my little princess. MY FUCKING DAUGHTER! That bastard Hunter and his accomplice, Mark, killed
her! I swear as Vince McMahon, that they will die!" He screams at me, smiling as he looks at his son and then
back to me. "You will be returned to the new Eden as Shane's flower. He's taken quite a fancy to you."
I shiver as he caresses my cheek. Shane chuckles as he tightens his grip around my waist. "You're ass is mine," he
growls.
New Eden? NO! This can't be happening.
I loose consciousness as they carry me down the hall.
~CHRIS' POV~
I jump as Hunter and Mark slam their fists against the wall when they can't find Jeff anywhere. I swear the whole
wall shook. Seems like Bradshaw checked out an hour ago.
"Why would he have taken him?" Hunter growls. "Fuck! I never should've left him here!"
"It's not your fault," I whisper as I walk to my distressed lover and wrap my arms around him. "He wanted to
stay."
Mark growls. "I bet it was his pimp that set this up!"
"No," Hunter whispers. "I saw it on the news while you were showering. His body was found yesterday. It
showed his picture and everything."
"Fuck," Mark growls as he realizes that he is back to zero.
"Adam," Hunter whispers as he looks at Mark.
"FUCK!" Mark gasps as he runs for the car.
I gasp as I'm suddenly being pulled along behind Hunter.
"If they got Jeff, they'll be after Adam next and then Chris!" Mark exclaims.
~JEFF'S POV~
I awaken to the movements of a vehicle. I jump in a startling realization that my hands are handcuffed behind my
back and that I'm wearing ankle cuffs, as well.
"Take it easy, Jeff," a familiar voice whispers. "I ain't going to hurt you."
I push myself up to a sitting position and gasp.
"Bradshaw!" I exclaim. "How could you?"
He looks at me and shakes his head. "It ain't what you're thinking," he growls.
"Where are you taking me?" I ask nervously.
"Someone paid me to find you and I'm taking you back to him," he simply replies.
"You're a bounty hunter?" I asked shocked.
"Yep," he says proudly.
"You can't take me back! They'll kill me!" I scream in panic, imaging all the things that happens to a disobedient,
runaway prostitute.
"My employer didn't look like he wanted to kill you," he argues.
"He's my pimp!" I scream.
He scratches his head. "Pimp? I've never seen a pimp that looks like him."
I realize that we are out in the country. Great, they're going to kill me and dump my body out here where no one
will find me.
"LET ME GO!" I scream as I start to thrash in the backseat, fighting with my restraints.
Bradshaw for the most part just ignores me.
FUCK!
He pulls up into a long drive way. I stare at the house with awe. It's beautiful. Kinda like my old home where I
grew up.
What the fuck is going on?
Bradshaw parks and then proceeds to pull me out.
"Behave yourself," he growls, slapping my ass for good measure.
As he practically drags me up the door, I start to panic, but he holds me easily.
The door opens and my mouth gaps in surprise. It couldn't be him!
~HUNTER'S POV~
Damn, I hope we reach the hospital alive judging by the way Mark's driving.
Fuck!
He just missed that truck!
I glance back at Chris and his eyes are squeezed shut and he looks to be praying. Smart move!
As we practically slide into the hospital parking lot, we see two men pushing a man in a wheelchair.
FUCK! It's Vince and Shane, my inlaws, and Adam is in the wheelchair.
Mark sees them and makes a straight line to them.
"STOP!" Vince growls as he points a gun at Mark's chest, halting him.
"He ain't going with you!" Mark hisses as he looks at his unconscious lover strapped into the chair.
"He's mine," Shane hisses. "He'll be screaming my name night after night, not yours!"
I walk up to beside of Mark, taking note of the two dead security guards in the distance.
"You killed her!" Vince hisses.
"She killed herself and all the others at Eden," I growl back.
"Suicide?" Vince laughs out loud in disbelief. "Stephanie was the brains of Eden. She'd never take her own life!"
"She did and she tried to take ours!"
"LIAR!" Vince hisses, pointing the gun at Adam's head.
"Take it easy!" Mark growls, holding me back, silencing me.
"You know, I was going to kill you both," Vince hisses, "but I think that I'll just take your bitches and let you
wonder night after night if they are still alive."
"NO!" I growl. The thought of being separated from Chris again was too much.
"LET ADAM GO!" Chris growls as he points a gun at the pair.
Shane chuckles. "Another stray flower," he whispers to his father with a smirk as he points his gun at Chris. "Drop
it, flower."
"I'm not a flower," Chris growls as he shoots Shane point blank in the chest.
I stand there shocked, but amazed at how my smaller and otherwise meek lover has taken control of the situation.
Vince stares at Shane for a moment and then whirls around to Chris. Chris fires first and Vince clutches his chest,
dropping his gun.
We all watch as the father of all evil falls to the hard pavement with a sickening thud.
Chris stands motionless with the gun in his hands. Cautiously, I walk over to him and take it away, pulling his
trembling body into a tight embrace.
"Hunter," he sobs. "Tell me that I'm not just a flower to you!"
"You're my life," I whisper, caressing his hair. "You're my angel."
Chris sighs as he leans deeper into my embrace. "I love you," he whispers softly.
"I love you, too," I whisper as I watch Mark run to Adam and immediately unstrap him. Lifting him up and carrying
him effortlessly back into the hospital.
I look down at Chris' beautiful tear-stained face. "Where did you learn to shoot a gun like that?"
"Benoit taught me," he says with a faint smile of remembrance.
Part of me is glad that Benoit had taught him, but the other part of me wonders what other things Benoit had taught
him.
"Come on," he growls, pulling me after Mark and Adam.
I hear the police sirens in the background as they rapidly approach. I have a feeling that Mark and I are going to
be spending many of a night in jail.
~GLENN'S POV~
I pull the covers up over Jason's sweaty, beautiful body as it lays sprawled before me. I smile as I see my semen
leaking from his small puckered opening. Even after taking him three times, I'm still hard and craving him. If he
hadn't passed out from the drug I slipped him, I just might see if he was up for another round.
Even though he's insisted that I don't treat him like a slave and keep him under lock and key, I have decided to
take other measures to reassure that he never leaves my side.
Smiling at how I had out smarted him with the drugs, I prop some pillows up and decide to watch the news as I
caress his back. After all, I figure Mark and Hunter should be making the news very soon.
I bolt upright in the bed when I saw Jason's picture plastered across the screen. I turned up the volumne.
The newsman voice echoing in my ear.....
"Folks, Jason Reso is extremely dangerous. Anyone who sees him is urged not to make contact, but to call 911
immediately. Twelve deaths have already been linked to him. Some law officers have even compared him to a
black widow. He befriends wealthy gentlemen, sleeps with them, and then kills them. He is highly volatile and
extremely dangerous. If you've seen him, or if you are with him right now, call your local police immediately. You
life could depend on it."
I flick off the screen and stare at Jason's slumbering form in disbelief. I can't believe that my angel would do that.
But then again.....
I pick up my cell phone and call my security guards giving them detailed instructions of all the items and materials
that I needed.
Jason was mine. Psycho or not. No one was going to take him away from me. I craved him too much. If I couldn't
have Adam, Jason was the perfect substitute.
After all, no one ever said that I was completely sane. My grin widens as I look down at the peaceful, serene,
sexually satisfied expression on his beautiful face as he sleeps in his drug forced slumber. Looks like the prey has
just trapped the predator.
~TBC~
