He gingerly touched his nose, wincing when finding the
pain still excruciating. The emergency
room had been out of the question, so he’d found a pharmacy for bandages and cleaned
it up the best he could in a hotel room of dubious quality. Eighteen hours later and it still hurt like the
dickens, and Daniel had no better plan for getting what he needed.
Patience had led him on a merry chase these last three
years. Of course, it had taken nearly
two of that to find out she’d left him the wrong information on the
electrodes. After painstakingly rebuilding the whole process and each individual component, it had taken that
long to discover where the problem was.
Damn both her and her social rebellion.
She didn’t understand that he had very powerful, impatient and short-tempered men waiting on this breakthrough. It wasn’t even about the money any longer, it
was about staying alive. He’d made a
commitment to these men and they bloody well expected him to keep it. All she had to do was give him the chemical
composition for the electrodes and he would disappear for good.
Daniel knew she had the information stored in that
biomechanical brain of hers, but he also knew it wasn’t the only place it would
be. There hadn’t been ample enough time
to search every place in her apartment.
Not even enough time to find her laptop, where he was sure the
information would be housed.
Unfortunately, she would be more prepared for him now,
and likely drag that damn Bon Jovi man into this mess. The pictures weren’t doing the trick, but it
wasn’t going to stop him from leaking them at the most opportune moment. For his own personal amusement.
In the meantime, he was going to have to find a way to
coerce her into giving him what he wanted.
A way that involved an unsuspecting, yet integral part of her life. A way that wouldn’t allow her to refuse him.
And he had to do it soon.
Very soon.
Time was of the essence.
☠ ☢ ☠
[10:07
PM]JON: I’m getting married on Sat. Can you come?
Ten seconds later, Jon’s phone rang. The only reason he looked at the screen was
to find the Answer button. He knew who
the caller was.
“You’re getting fucking married, and you send me a text
message? A phone call was too much
to squeeze into your busy goddamn schedule?”
“Hey Rich,” Jon greeted through his smile, winking at
Petey, who was seated next to him. Half-empty Chinese food cartons were littered
across the coffee table, there was a muted football game on the TV and she was
nestled into the corner of his penthouse sofa, her own phone resting on her
thigh.
They had done nothing but talk about logistics,
schematics and details the last few hours.
The end result was a monumental list of things that needed done in order
to make a Saturday wedding happen, but Jon didn’t mind. He was very good at making things happen, and
it was providing something for them both to focus on besides Daniel.
In the meantime, he was employing the best in the
business to track down their problem.
These guys weren’t the ones you pretended not to know, but they knew
plenty of those guys. Jon was confident
the problem would find a solution before he and Petey ever said I do. It would help his honeymoon plans along
considerably, seeing as he wasn’t comfortable leaving the country under the
current circumstances.
There was a list of phone calls to be made that was as
long as your arm, and they would divide those between ‘his’ and ‘hers’. This first phone call – to Richie – was the
exception. They both wanted to talk to
him. Jon to get his best friend and
brother-by-choice’s blessing, Petey because
she wanted to tell Richie everything.
“Don’t ‘Hey Rich’ me, mothafucker. Text message wedding invitations? For Saturday?
What the hell is going on? Is she
pregnant?”
Jon’s stomach rolled, wondering how many times that
question was going to come up this week.
He glanced at Petey, answering, “No, she’s not pregnant. It was a spontaneous decision.”
“Yeah,” Richie snorted.
“You and your ‘Let’s get married right now’ proposals. I guess Petey should be grateful she gets
almost a week’s notice. Dot sure as hell
didn’t.”
Don’t argue with
him. He wasn’t happy about you and Petey
to start with, so why would he be jumping for joy over this?
“Why, Jon? Why the
fuck is it so important to do this now?
You can’t give her a chance to really get to know you? To figure what an asshole you are so that she
knows what she’s getting herself into?”
Jon forced a little laugh. “I’m pretty sure she knows what an asshole I
am.” Her palm was warm against his
shoulder blade when she slid her feet to the floor so she could lay it there in
silent support. “Things are a little
complicated. We would’ve ended up here
anyway. It just happened a little sooner
than we planned.”
The warm little hand moved from his shoulder to his spine
and down into his lower back, where she dug in lightly with the heel of it, encouraging
the tense muscles into a state of relaxation.
Under her tender attention, Jon told Richie the whole
story – including the blackmail pictures and Daniel’s visit from the night
before. He and Petey had agreed that not
everyone needed to know, but they wanted Richie in the loop.
“Kinky pictures.”
Richie sounded pained, and Jon couldn’t tell what was going through his
friend’s mind. He smiled absently at
Petey as she continued her one-handed massage of his back. The muscles were tighter now than they’d been
at the beginning of the call.
“If they hit the media outlets, our marriage will minimize
the impact.”
“So this is all about damage control. Putting a positive spin on negative.” Richie laughed humorlessly. “Damn if that doesn’t sound familiar. I thought we were past that point in our
lives Jon.”
“Yeah, well I guess the more things change, the more they
stay the same. We’re handling it the
best way we can.”
“Handling it.” The
guitarist’s voice was flat and disapproving.
“Do you even fucking love her?
Did you give her a nice proposal with flowers and candlelight? Or was it a JB special? ‘Marry me and I’ll
live up to my obligations?’”
He shouldn’t be surprised that his friend could make that
kind of prediction after all their years together, but hearing it verbalized
made him a little uncomfortable. Even
Jon’s single concentrated effort at the flowery words had been short and to the
point.
Petey’s fingers moved up to his neck, kneading the knots
that were forming there.
“She said yes.”
“Yeah,” the usually affable man sneered. “That’s about what I thought. Where’s Petey? I want to talk to her.”
“Richie, don’t stir shit up that doesn’t need to be
stirred.”
“You mean don’t stir up your shit so that she smells it.
I told you once and I’m telling you again, you don’t deserve her.”
Jon’s jaw clenched in anger. It was one thing to say it to himself, but
for Richie to spit it out with such conviction pissed him off. He childishly and deliberately refused to turn
the call over to Petey.
“Maybe I don’t, but she wants me anyway. Are you coming on Saturday? Because if you are, I was going to ask you to
be my best man.”
“She wants you because she doesn’t know you. She’s had such a lousy love life up to this
point that you actually look good in comparison. I can’t endorse this. I’m sorry, but no.”
“Is this what it is Rich?
All those years of blood on blood friendship and now it’s gonna be a woman to come between us?”
“Not a woman, the way you treat the woman. I can’t let you do to Petey what you did to
Dot.”
Jon emitted a huff of frustration. “It’s different now.”
“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that? I assume Petey is there. Give her the phone.”
The set of Petey’s own shoulders was stiff as she tried
to keep Jon relaxed. She couldn’t hear
Richie’s side of the conversation, but judging by Jon’s physical reaction, it
wasn’t going well. He was coiled tighter
than a spring, ready to bound off of the sofa with the tightly reined energy
that was building within.
There was a strangled growl and Jon was pushing the phone
in her face, with a snarled, “Talk to him.
See if you can get through his thick skull, because he ain’t listenin’
to me.” The Jersey accent thickened as
she’d noticed it did when he got overly agitated.
She carefully accepted the phone with a nod and Jon
bounded off the couch, heading for the bar and a bottle of Pinot.
“Hi, Richie.
What’s wrong?”
“Hi there, my Pretty Dark Angel.” He sounded just like the Richie she’d known
from the beginning. Thoughtful, tender,
caring. “I hear you’ve got a mess going
on out there.”
“Things are a little sticky right now,” she admitted
cautiously.
“How are your injuries from last night? Do they hurt like hell?”
Petey touched her cheek, assessing the damage. Her lip was sore, and so was her cheek, but
it was a deep soreness prompted by touch.
On its own, it didn’t feel much different than it normally did.
“They’re not so bad.”
“Darlin’, you don’t have to get married for a rebuttal to
those photos. I’ll help you figure
something else out. Don’t be pressured
into marrying him because he thinks it’s the best solution to a problem.”
His words pricked at her insecurities, and she turned to
look back over her shoulder. A glowering
Jon was leaning against the bar, wineglass nearly empty already.
Stop. Jon loves you, and he wants to be with you.
That’s why he wants to get married.
“I’m not,” she said with more confidence than she felt,
offering her scowling fiancé a tentative smile before turning back to the array
of colored uniforms on the silent television screen. “It’s more than that.”
“Has he said he loves you? Did he at least give you a decent proposal?”
“He loves me, Richie.
He does. It doesn’t mean he’s
suddenly become a sweet, starry-eyed romantic, but that’s okay. I’m wearing a very thoughtfully chosen pink diamond
on my left hand, and that says a lot.
Jon just does things his own way.”
“I know exactly how Jon does things,” he muttered grimly
before softening his tone once again.
“Sweetheart, I only want the best things for you. Really.
I just don’t happen to think this is for the best. Don’t settle for less than you –“
The phone was rudely snatched away. She hadn’t heard Jon slip across the room in
his bare feet, but he was now standing
by the couch and had reclaimed possession of his telephone.
“Dammit, Rich. The
why is between me and Petey. I didn’t call for your permission or your
lectures. Will you come to the wedding
and be my best man, or not?”
The corners on his flat mouth turned downward and the
lines in his face grew more pronounced. “I’m sorry you feel that way. We’ll miss you.”
With that, he disconnected the call and threw back the
last gulp of his wine. “Well,” he
drawled, bending to brush her temple with a kiss. “This is gonna be fun. You sure City Hall is out of the question?”
Petey hunched her shoulders forward, resting her elbows
on her knees and blinking the dampness from her eyes. If this was indicative of the reception they
would receive from everyone else, maybe City Hall wasn’t such a bad idea.
Or maybe he’s not
the man you should be marrying.
Oh, Richie...while I can totally understand where you're coming from, and that you're only doing it because you care about her, I'm very mad at you for making Petey upset. You should know her well enough to know she knows what she's doing & won't put up with his crap!
ReplyDeleteOHhh Rich, you can't do this to both of them! They need your support! Think about it
ReplyDeleteFirstly what is Daniel planning? Is seems as if he is going after someone, to make Petey give him what he wants? That scares me.
ReplyDeleteRichie, this is you best friend, he is asking you to be best man!! I understand where he is coming from. Richie adores Petey and only wants what is best for her. A little part of me wants him with Petey too but Petey loves Jon and Jon loves Petey.
Oh WOW. Not what I expected but an eye opener. Think Richie will have a change of heart. Can't wait to see what David says. Dang. Super Duper Chapter.
ReplyDelete- In the meantime, he was going to have to find a way to coerce her into giving him what he wanted. A way that involved an unsuspecting, yet integral part of her life. A way that wouldn’t allow her to refuse him. -
ReplyDeleteTony better be still at the house!! If Daniel is thinking of coming after Jon's family......... there will be hell to pay.
Don't get doubts Petey, he is the man you should be marry!! Oh Richie!! - Maria
ReplyDeleteMy mouth is hanging open. Richie said NO???? Richie Jon AND Petey need you. I hope you change your mind.
ReplyDeleteI'm liking that Richie is being a thorn in their sides. Makes Jon work even harder!!
ReplyDeleteIn my opinion Richie is a little green at this moment. As a friend of both he should be happy for them. He better than no one else knows how much Petey loves Jon, and knowing Jon, he should know that he also loves her.
ReplyDeleteBringing up Dorotea and what happened with them in that conversation is also a low blow Richie. Would you like your best friend, your brother-by-choice, doing that to you?? Don't do to others what you don't want done to you darling!!!
Yeah, he shouldn't have brought up Dorothea and from all accounts, Jon and Dorothea did pretty good. They were married for 20 years and had 4 children together, until she filed for divorce. They are even still best friends and Dorothea is happy for Jon to go out with Petey and Jon for her. What more could you ask for in a relationship?
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Richie I am upset with you on this one. He is your best friend and he asked you to be best man? not only did you turn him down but you don't want to go to the wedding? Richie, Richie!
Can't wait to see what Daniel has in store for Petey and Jon. Actually, I can wait. Let's just enjoy the good times - there WILL be good times, right? LOL. Between his friends and her family - eloping might be a good thing! Great chapter - no surprise there!
ReplyDeleteI have the feeling Richie is not only caring for Petey... he is jealous!
ReplyDeleteHe´s no help here - but he should be! They need his support!
Even if it looks like a panic reaction - Jon doesn´t marry only for damage control. Thats to important and Richie should know that!
In my opinion this special Ring says a lot more than the biggest flowers or brightest candels. This ring is the perfect ring for Petey!
Richie - give Jon a lecture (i dont think he really needs one...not even in this story - he has other ways to show his well hidden romantic side)if you want but dont be an ass and come to the wedding and act like the brother you should be! Jon was always there for you - no questions asked.
The family will be hell enough to convince.
Jon could ask Tony - that would be a sign for his mother too...
I really love this story! Never was so addicted to a FF!