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I Would Do Anything For You	By : tj Category: +M through R > Real Adventures of Jonny Quest, The Views: 3344 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-I Would Do Anything For You
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The sound of sirens in the distance brought him out of the memory.
Thirty six minutes.
Jonny did another sweep of the van to make sure he had not missed anything. Then he ran back to Amir’s car as fast as he could and drove in the direction of the hotel under the speed limit. He knew that leaving the scene would create confusion and sidetrack a few police officers unnecessarily. He did not break in to the van quietly and it was a residential street. Someone likely saw him, which meant someone saw him running away with a tire iron and blood on his shirt too. The police would end up wasting time looking for him instead of the man that took her, but Jonny also knew that the time he would save the cops by sticking around and explaining was not worth the time he would lose before they let him go. Also, he did not want to give them a chance to realize that he was removing evidence from crime scenes.
Once a full minute had passed with no police cars zooming by him, Jonny picked up his phone to call Race. He needed Race to tell him what to do next. Every instinct told him to stay in the area and search because she had to be close, but searching blind could waste more time in the long run. The moment may have arrived where he was more useful behind a computer and that pissed him off.
“What do you see?” Race answered abruptly.
“There was nothing in the van except a syringe and…”
“What?” he urged.
“Blood,” Jonny cleared his throat. “…but not a lot,” he added quickly.
“I told you to call me first,” Race sighed.
“You told me to call you when I found something and I did. A syringe that may have fingerprints and a van that was still warm under the hood,” Jonny responded quickly. “I was careful,” he promised as an afterthought. “Now what next?”
“Meet me at the corner of Fletcher and fourteenth.”
“Okay,” Jonny hung up and wiped the sweat from his brow and upper lip.
‘Race will know what to do and everything will be fine,’ he convinced himself.

‘Shit,’ Race thought immediately. Benton may have been right about Jonny. He needed to keep a closer eye on the kid. Jonny was incredibly smart and capable. He made Race proud every day and there was no one he trusted more, besides himself, when it came to Jessie. If he kept his head straight, Jonny would be his greatest asset in this search.
The problem was that fine line of how much to involve him. Jonny would put himself in harm’s way if he thought he was protecting Jessie. For Race, that was not acceptable. He needed to tread lightly. Jessie would never forgive herself if Jonny got hurt trying to help her. Race would never forgive himself either.
Then he picked up the phone again to make a call he did not want to make. She picked up on the third ring. Groggy.
“Roger…what is it?”
“Stel,” he paused. He was a man that was always cool under pressure, but he did not know how to say this.
“WHAT?” she asked worriedly. She knew in an instant that something was wrong. “What is it? Is it Jess?”
“Jess will be fine?” Race hurried to assure her.
“Will be?” she whispered. “Where…where are you? What hospital?”
Race could hear her rushing around the room to get dressed and wished he could be there to assure her in person. “Stel?”
“JUST TELL ME,” she yelled.
“She was taken this morning. From the beach. She was with her friend Mary. I don’t know who took her yet, but I’m tracking down leads. I’ll find her. You have to trust me.”
“I do,” she cried. “Please bring her home to me, Race.”
“I will,” he promised again. “Now I need you to do something for me.”
“Anything. What can I do?”
“First, try to stay as calm as you can. I know that feels impossible right now, but you need to try. Second, can you please fill in my parents? I don’t want them to hear second hand.”
“I’ll do it,” she swore. “What else? I need to be doing something.”
“Go to my room. Benton is working there, but please don’t get in his way. I don’t want him distracted.”
“Race…,” he could hear the fear in her voice and it broke his heart.
“Sweetheart, I need to go. Call me if you need me.” Hanging up on her was one of the hardest things he had ever done, but he needed to concentrate and he needed to call Hadji. Hadji was better in cyberspace than Benton and Jonny combined, which was saying something. Race had heard Benton say that on more than one occasion and he needed it to be true.
Hadji picked up on the first ring.
“Race,” he answered. “How are you?”
“I’ve been better,” he cleared his throat. “Listen, we have a situation. Jessie is missing.”
“Oh my god.”
“We know she was taken from Fernandina Beach a little before seven,” Race continued. “He was driving a black van. We already found the van abandoned on the corner of Atlantic and Tarpon and that is where the trail ends. I need you to tap into every camera you can within a ten mile radius. Benton is already working on it, but I need you to help him. We haven’t been able to pick up a signal on her earrings, but Jonny swears she was wearing them. Operate under the assumption that she is wearing them and the signal is just weak and harder to find. Find it. It’s a long shot, but I want you to search police files for Florida, South Carolina, Georgia and Alabama. Any open cases with this MO and I want to know about it. I want IRIS monitoring police scanners for anything relevant and sending updates right to my phone every fifteen minutes. Got it?”
“Yes,” he responded in a daze. “Where…where are you headed?”
“We have some physical evidence. I’m taking it to a lab now and then we can regroup at the hotel.”
“How’s Jonny?”
“Not good,” Race sighed. “…but he’s handling it. Stay in touch.”

Forty seven minutes.
Jonny had been checking the time anxiously every thirty seconds as he waited for Race to arrive. His leg was bouncing up and down out of his control and he kept running his thumb and index finger over his eyebrows, applying pressure to help alleviate the headache that hit him a few minutes ago.
The syringe was sitting in his lap, carefully wrapped in some tissues he had found in Amir’s glove box. Each time he looked down at it, he imagined the severity of its former contents to be worse. Was it something that would only knock her out for a few minutes or would she be out of it for hours? How much time would pass before she could defend herself?
“Fucking finally,” he mumbled to himself when he saw Race pull up.
Race stopped in his tracks when he laid eyes on Jonny.
Jonny was about to gear up to defend himself when he noticed the look on his mentor’s face. He thought Race was going to try and sideline him just like his father, but then he noticed that Race’s gaze was set firmly on his chest. Her blood. In the rush to get away from the van, Jonny had wiped it off across his white t-shirt.
“It might not be hers,” Jonny tried to rationalize as he handed Race the syringe, but he knew it was.
“Give it to me just in case,” Race ordered. He was not going to leave any stone unturned. “Jade has a contact at Forensic Technicians in Jacksonville. I’m gonna get everything over there to see if we get any hits.”
“The bridges are closed. How are you gonna…right stupid question,” Jonny half smiled at the look Race shot him. “Are you heading over to the van still?”
“No,” Race responded. “I don’t need to retrace your steps, do I?”
“No,” Jonny said firmly. “I just wanted to warn you that the cops probably think they have a suspect. Blonde…about 6’3.”
“Jesus Christ…I thought you were careful?”
“I was,” Jonny shrugged. “Being careful required making some noise unfortunately.”
“It’s not a big deal,” Race told him after thinking about it for a moment. “They will mean well and the roadblocks are good, but the sheriff’s department here can’t handle this. If they’re distracted for a few hours it’ll make it easier for us to do what we have to do.”
“Ok,” Jonny nodded and rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m gonna head back to the hotel and get online. The van was in a residential area, but there are businesses and busy streets close by. A camera somewhere must have caught something. I just have to help my dad with that until Hadj gets here and then I can help you track down any leads…”
“Jonny…”
“Don’t,” Jonny cut him off. “We divide and conquer on this. Any energy you waste trying to stop me is not only pointless, but it takes your focus away from finding her. Nothing you say will stop me so let’s just work together. It’s been over forty minutes. This psycho doesn’t get one second longer with her than we can prevent,” he finished with finality.
“Okay,” Race agreed and then continued to talk as he walked back to his car. “I already spoke with Hadji. He’ll be here soon. I told him the specific searches I wanted done, but there’s one that I want you to handle personally. Get my laptop from my room. The password is RJBHSJBQ. Got that?”
“Yes,” Jonny nodded quickly.
“There’s a subfolder in My Documents called watch list. The name and last known location of every potential threat to this family is in there. Start at the top of the list and track them down. That’s the best thing you could be doing for her right now, Jonny. Whoever this is…chances are we’ve already met him. Find him and we’ll find her. I’ll meet you back at the hotel after I drop this off at the lab.”
“Call me if you come across anything,” Jonny told him anxiously. “Please.”
“I will,” Race promised. “You do the same. Be careful getting back to the hotel.”

An intense calm washed over Race as he got on the road toward Jacksonville. He was scared for his baby girl, but he did not allow himself to focus on that fear. He was focused on the facts. He knew the likelihood of a complete stranger taking her was miniscule and he knew their chances of finding her decreased significantly after twenty-four hours.
Race also knew that he was impressed with Jonny. He had asked Jonny to go through the watch list because he knew it would keep the kid occupied and in one place for a while, but he also trusted Jonny with the important task. His gut told him that someone in that file was responsible for this. He was going to find that person and they would be lucky to survive him.

“Jonny,” Amir greeted. Amir was grateful at the sight of his car returned unharmed. “Did you find anything?”
“No,” Jonny swallowed and ran a hand over his face. “No luck yet. Thank you again.”
“Of course,” Amir attempted a smile. “The police never showed up.”
“Yeah,” Jonny sighed. He felt a little guilty for his earlier lies. “They found the van a few miles away so they’re all over there.”
“I’m so sorry,” Amir offered his condolences.
“Can you do me one more favor and drive me back to the hotel?”
“Yes. Let’s go.”
The short drive back to the Ritz was in silence. He already missed her. Everything. The big things and the little things. The little things the most. He felt completely choked by the memories that flooded his thoughts.
“Hi Baby.” When he looked up, she was smiling at him from the entryway to the living room. He smiled back over the top of his book. “Interesting reading?” she asked.
“Not as interesting as you,” he put the book aside. “What’s on your mind, beautiful?”
“You,” she teased. “I just drew a hot bath and realized that we are all alone in this big house for a few more hours. Want to join me?”
“Absolutely.” He stood, grabbing her hand as she led him up the stairs. “You spoil me.”
“I’m just being selfish actually,” she laughed and gave him a look that let him know he was going to enjoy the next few hours. “Any excuse to get you wet and naked.”
“My eyes are up here, missy.”
“Mmm,” she hummed in appreciation. “I love those too.”
They walked slowly to her bathroom, enjoying each other’s company. She had set-up a bubble bath and lit a few candles.
He grinned. “This is a nice surprise.” He stripped off his clothes, while she stood back and admired him. He eased into the water and then turned his head and watched her remove each article of clothing to join him. “You are so beautiful.” He tried to tell her that every day because he wanted to and he believed it, but also because he was afraid she did not see it. “You are,” he kissed her neck once she was settled against his chest.
Jessie closed her eyes and relaxed her entire body. “You’re not so bad yourself, Hotshot.”
“I’m being serious…”
“So am I,” she cut him off. “I didn’t lure you up here for your brain power,” she teased.
“That’s cold, baby.”
“Hmm…how will I make it up to you?” she asked, reaching back between them to gently stroke his dick. His hand simultaneously headed south and circled her clit lightly.
“You’re most beautiful when I’m making you come,” he breathed heavily as she continued her sweet torture. Then he used his legs to pin hers against the sides of the tub and began using both his hands to pleasure her. His right hand moved lower and two long fingers were quickly inside her. His left hand remained completely focused on her clit.
Jessie threw her head back against his shoulder and gasped. She could no longer focus on him. Only the way he was making her feel. Jonny did not care. He knew she would make it up to him later. Her fingers were now digging into his thighs and her back was slightly arched so she could move her hips against the rhythm his hands had set.
He watched her intently as she got lost in pleasure. Because of him. “My name on your lips,” he whispered.
“God…Jonny,” the breath exploded from her body.
“So beautiful,” he worshipped.
When they arrived at the hotel, Jonny thanked Amir again and then raced up the back stairs to avoid running into anyone. He was fighting an all-consuming desperation with every breath.
‘Keep it together. Keep moving,’ he told himself.
Race’s room was on the twentieth floor. His legs were burning by the time he got there and he banged on the door loudly until his father answered.
“Jonny,” Benton sighed with a relieved look on his face.
“Why did it take you so long to answer?” Jonny slowed his breathing before asking his next question. He did not want to sound as anxious as he felt. “Did you find something?”
“I was worried when you didn’t pick up any of my calls. Are you okay?” Benton continued.
Instead of answering his father’s question, Jonny rushed through the door to avoid Benton’s outreached hand. “I was ignoring you. How close is Hadj?” he asked through his teeth.
“He should be here by nine,” Benton replied slowly, watching his son closely as he rifled through Race’s drawer for a t-shirt and then grabbed his laptop off the bed. At that response, Jonny’s shoulders slumped and he ran a hand over his face. Benton approached slowly.
“Have you found anything else?” Jonny said quietly.
“Are YOU ok?” Benton asked again firmly and then placed a reassuring hand on Jonny’s shoulder.
“Don’t touch me,” Jonny told him calmly and then walked toward the door.
“Jonny...”
“Ya know,” Jonny whipped back around angrily. “I would knock you out if I didn’t need you …but I do need you until my brother is here.”
“Jonny...”
“NO…I’m not okay, dad. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR?” he screamed. “Don’t ask me that question again. Someone took her from me and I don’t know who or why. I know that she’s hurt, dad. I’m the polar opposite of okay. I’m not gonna be OKAY until I find her. Don’t get in my fucking way again…”
“JONATHAN BENTON QUEST,” he boomed. “Don’t talk to me like that.”
"Jonathan Benton Quest," she gasped. "I'm yours…forever."
“Jonny?” Benton’s tone shifted to worry in a heartbeat at the broken look that covered his son’s face.
“Leave me alone,” Jonny backed away. “If you want to help me, then help me find her. Let’s get to work.”
“Son…”
“I love her more than anything else. Why won’t you just help me?” Jonny was more confused now then angry. Hurt and really agitated. His father’s resistance made no sense to him because he knew that his dad considered Jessie like a daughter.
“Jonny…you don’t understand. I’m only trying…”
“What if it was mom?” Jonny cut him off. “Wouldn’t you do ANYTHING?”
A ringing phone saved Benton from having to answer. It was Jonny’s cell.
“Hadj,” Jonny greeted with relief. “Tell me you have something?”
“I’m sorry,” he sighed. “Nothing new to report. I can dig deeper once I get there and set up a more secure connection IRIS. I’ll be there soon.”
“We’re in room twenty forty,” Jonny rattled off.
“What else can I do?” he offered.
Jonny closed his eyes and saw her face right on cue. Smiling at him. She trusted him and she needed him. “Help bring her home to me. It’s been over an hour, Hadj. I know that he drugged her and I know that she’s hurt. I’m going out of my mind.”
“We’ll find her,” Hadji told him confidently. “Together.”
“I gotta go,” Jonny cut him off without saying goodbye. He needed start getting through the names. He had already wasted too much time. “Call me when Race gets back,” he then directed at his father.
“Stay,” Benton ordered. “We’ll work together.”
“I can’t be in the same room with you right now,” Jonny responded honestly. “I need to focus.”
In his rush to get out of there and find a private place to work he slammed right into Estella and Race’s parents. They were all still in their pajamas.
“Sorry…sorry,” he apologized.
“Jonny,” she gripped his shirt so he could not get far. “What do you know? What’s happening?”
“Ask my dad,” Jonny growled and gently pulled Estella’s hands away. “He won’t help me, but maybe he’ll help you. I need to go.” Then he found himself back in the stairwell and sprinted up the remaining fourteen flights to her room.

“Benton?”
“C’mere,” he pulled Estella into his arms and let her cry on his shoulder. “It’s gonna be okay,” he soothed.
“We don’t know any details,” Jack spoke up. “Can you fill us in?” He had Sarah wrapped tightly in his arms. “Why was Jonny so angry with you?”
“Sit down,” he told them. “I’ll tell you everything I know.”
“No,” Estella pulled back and swiped at her eyes, remembering what Race told her. “Keep searching. The details don’t matter right now.”
Benton knew she was right, but also knew how he would feel if their positions were reversed. They needed to be doing something.
“Listen,” he started and pulled a room key out of his pocket. “Jessie’s friend Mary was with her when it happened. She’s resting in my room right now. Can you go check on her? She was very upset.”

As soon as he entered her room, Jonny could feel her. Smell her. He felt frozen for a moment. He saw the note she had written him on her pillow and the penguin keychain he had given her on the nightstand. The shirt she was wearing the night before was on the bathroom floor and the balcony door was still open because she always liked to sleep with a breeze.
“I’ll close it,” he started to sit up.
“No,” she pulled him back down and curled up against his chest. It was late on a random Tuesday evening. He had only come over to say goodnight, but it quickly turned into a long goodnight up against her bedroom wall. They had gotten caught up in the moment, but eventually made it to her bed.
He laughed and then kissed her forehead. “Your cold though, weirdo.”
“I’m not,” she insisted.
He ran a hand slowly down her arm and then the leg she had draped over him. “These goosebumps are telling me a different story,” he whispered.
She just smiled and refused to move. “You were amazing,” she sighed and closed her eyes.
“You too, but I think we need a lot more practice,” he grinned. “Daily probably.”
“If it feels this good after only the second time, I think we’re in big trouble.”
“I’ve been in trouble from day one and I’ll be dead if I don’t get back to my own bed,” he kissed her forehead again and then slipped from her embrace to redress. “Don’t give me that look,” he groaned when he turned to face her again. Then he crawled back onto the bed and kissed her softly.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized.
“No you’re not,” he whispered against her lips and then stood up.
“No…I’m not,” she giggled and then laid back with no shame.
“What are you doing to me?” he swallowed and then crawled back on the bed and on top of her.
“Trying to get you to stay,” she admitted, staring right into his soul as her hand found its way into his pajama pants for the second time in as many hours. “Stay.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he promised, removing his shirt with lightning speed.
“Good,” she giggled. “Now take off the rest of your clothes and roll over. I want to be on top this time.”
‘Everything I’ve ever wanted is right in front of me,’ he thought as she sank down on him.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to close the window?” he asked again after giving her a long look. She still refused to cover up. He wanted to memorize every inch of her.
“Positive,” she hit him with a mega-watt grin. “I want to remember how this feels.”
“I love you.”
“I love you more, baby.”
A pigeon landing on the rail of the balcony brought him out of the memory. His eyes darted around the room and landed only briefly on his reflection in the mirror. His breathing was labored and his eyes were filled with unshed tears. He did not let any fall. He refused.
‘Move,’ he told himself.
The first thing Jonny did was move into the other room to set up. He could not concentrate in her room by the bed where he last saw her. He found the file he needed on Race’s computer and then he set up his personal computer to link with this brother’s and father’s computers. He wanted to see everything they were doing in real time. Then he started at the top of the watch list.
‘Stay strong for me.’

It took Race longer than he wanted to make it to Jacksonville. The bridges were closed so he had to make use of Jade’s connections. Luckily, she was well connected. The helicopter he had chartered landed twenty minutes ago and was waiting on standby to take him back.
He called Jade when he was outside the facility.
“I’m here. Why can’t I call this guy directly?” he asked her tiredly.
“He has trust issues,” she deadpanned.
“I’m in a cab out front,” he sighed.
“Meet him at the side entrance in five minutes. He goes by Jackal,” she hung up.
“Jesus Christ,” Race mumbled as he reached for his wallet and handed the driver a fifty. “Keep the meter running.”
Five minutes felt like five hundred when his daughter was not safe. He wanted to punch the concrete wall he was leaning against. He also wanted to call Jonny for a status update, but he managed to keep that desire in check.
“Race?” he suddenly heard.
“Jackal?” he asked sarcastically.
“At your service. How can I be of assistance?” he bowed dramatically.
“I need a full workup on these items yesterday,” Race ordered and pushed the bag into the Jackal’s chest. “I expect you will make this your priority.”
“When Jade says the word, I jump. She pays very well,” he grinned.
“When will I hear from you?”
“Not in to small talk, big guy? Got it. YOU won’t hear from me,” he replied quickly. “I work through Jade only.”
“How long do I have to wait?” he growled.
“Today.”
“Make it a few hours,” he said gruffly and then walked away.
“Mary?” Estella knocked on the door softly in case she was sleeping, but the young girl got to the door rather quickly and then broke down in sobs at the sight of Jessie’s mother.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” she rattled off. “It was my fault…my fault.”
Estella wrapped her in an embrace and guided her back to the bed. “This is not your fault, sweetheart.” She let her cry it out and then got her settled under the covers. Estella sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed Mary’s back. It felt good to mother someone.
“I still have Jessie’s phone,” Mary suddenly rolled over and grabbed it from the end table. “Please take it.”
“Thank you,” Estella said quietly and then stared at it for a moment before pushing the home button. The wallpaper was a picture of her daughter with Jonny. It looked recent.
“They’re so cute,” Mary mumbled. “I used to find it annoying. Now I can’t even think of one without the other.”
“Can you please tell me what happen?” Estella asked.
“Yeah,” she closed her eyes and then let the flood gates open.

Jonny was not getting through the list as fast as he wanted. There were twenty names, which was concerning and at the same time reminded him how difficult Race’s job really was. How stressful. He felt the weight of that responsibility. He had felt it from the moment he decided that she was the one.
“Ace?” He came up behind her and wrapped her in his arms, but she tensed and then pulled away. “Are you ok? I was worried.”
“You seemed fine an hour ago,” she said coolly.
“I’ve spent the last hour looking for you,” he shot back. “What are you doing out here? You have guests.” Her sixteenth birthday party was going on back at the main house, but she was hiding out in a clearing about a quarter mile from the back porch. She had managed to block IRIS before she left the house so it was not easy to find her. It was a warm night and he thought she looked beautiful in the moonlight, but he did not say it out loud because he knew she was gearing up for a fight.
“I didn’t want a party. I can’t believe you didn’t know that…”
“I tried to tell them, Jess. Our dads wouldn’t listen. They wanted to do something nice for you. I think they’re a little scared of you these days.”
“WHY?” she growled.
“I can’t imagine,” he sighed. She had been biting all of their heads off a lot lately.
“Why didn’t you warn me, Quest?” It was never good when she used his last name.
“I thought it MIGHT be a good thing,” he admitted slowly. “I thought it was at least worth a try.”
“HOW COULD YOU THINK THAT?” she screamed at him.
“I don’t know what to think anymore,” he told her in defeat. “I have no idea what’s going on with you these days, but I would love it if you told me.”
“I’m fine.”
“I’m starting to really hate those two words, Jess. They’ve become your mantra.”
There was a long pause where she stared in the opposite direction. He knew she was waiting for him to walk away. It had become a recurring theme and he was sick of it.
“I’m not leaving, Jess.”
“Just break up with me already,” she said suddenly. Then she took another step away and he noticed the silent tears. “Isn’t that…what you want?”
“What?” his face fell.
“Why do you keep waiting,” she cried. “Is it because of my…my dad? I’ll just go stay with my mom. Okay?” she wiped at her eyes and backed up even further when he tried to reach out. “Let’s not make this harder.”
“I don’t want to break up,” he insisted. “Where is this coming from?” He started to feel panicked when she stayed quiet. “You don’t want to be with me?”
“I…
“TALK,” he yelled. “I don’t want to break up. I want to be with you. I miss you when I’m not with you. This has been the best year of my life…even when you act like an insane person.”
“I’m…hmm.” He rushed forward and his lips were on hers before she could stop it. She got lost in the kiss immediately. He held her head and her heart in his hands. He kissed her until he had her moaning softly into his mouth.
When he finally pulled back, her eyes were unfocused and she looked less guarded. It was not at all like he had imagined it would be, but that was the moment he knew completely. The idea of losing her was debilitating.
“I’m so in love with you,” he whispered. She froze. He waited. His eyes searching hers. “I need you to say something.”
“I love you too,” she said loudly, plowing into him. They ended up on the ground, laughing and kissing. “Why did it take you so long to say it?” she asked once their breathing was back to normal.
“I was picking my moment,” he told her dryly. “Is this why you’ve been acting so…”
“Chose your next words carefully,” she slapped his chest playfully. “…and yes,” she then admitted quietly.
“Why?” he needed to know.
“Why me?”
“Huh?”
“You could have any girl in my class or yours,” she sighed. “They have all made that QUITE clear to me over the last six months. It’s the reason they showed up tonight. Most of those bitches didn’t even acknowledge my presence. They surrounded you and you were smiling at them…”
“I was being polite,” he interrupted. “I was just trying to stop my eyes from rolling into the back of my head until you came and saved me, but you never did.”
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t watch it. I can keep it together at school, but not in my own home.”
“Christ, you can’t keep this shit from me,” he pulled her closer. “Those bitches win if we fall apart because of them.” That made her laugh softly into his shoulder and then meet his eyes. “I’m not gonna let that happen.”
“I’m sorry,” she told him again. “I wasn’t prepared for how…”
“What?” he urged.
“I can handle it,” she promised. “You’re worth it.”
“I appreciate that,” he smiled. “…but I think you’ll handle it much better if you don’t bottle it all up. I want to handle these things together. I think we’re better together.”
“I can’t argue that.” Then she paused to gather her thoughts. “They act completely different when you’re not around, Jonny. It’s like Jekyll and Hyde. The last few weeks…it’s just really gotten worse. I let them get in my head…under my skin…like an idiot.”
“What did they say?” his jaw tensed. Now he was pissed off. His days of being polite were officially over.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It clearly matters,” he urged. “You’ve been upset for weeks and wouldn’t tell me why. Not to mention the fact that you just gave me a fucking heart attack because I thought you were gonna dump me.”
“Please don’t make me repeat it,” she begged. “I’m embarrassed enough that I let them affect me in the first place.”
“Why haven’t you told me any of this before now?”
“I didn’t want you to think I was jealous and crazy.”
“I would have believed you. I do,” he exclaimed. “Those girls are so fucking fake. It’s exhausting even pretending to tolerate them. I need you to know that I see right through it, baby.”
“Baby?” she raised an eyebrow and lifted her chin from his chest to look at him. It was the first time he had called her that.
“Yeah,” he gave her a lopsided grin. “Is that okay?”
“Yeah…I like it.” She settled back down against him and sighed. “I don’t want to go back in there.”
“We’re staying right here,” he promised. “Under these stars. I’m sorry, Jess. I’m also yours just so you know. Completely.”
“Then I’m lucky,” she kissed him. “Don’t apologize. I got what I wanted for my birthday,” she smiled. “Just me and you.”
“Me and you,” he held her tighter.
He did not know where she was or what was happening to her.
He did not know how long it would take until he found her.
He did not know…and it was crushing him from the inside out.
All he did know was that whoever took her had no idea who he was fucking with.
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