“Daniel, stop it!” Petey gasped, trying to get to a
groaning Jon, but Daniel’s harsh fingers at her throat propelled her back into
the wall. She could only suck in a
breath and hope that Greg or Rocco heard the commotion, but she had a sinking
feeling of desolation.
I do not like
green eggs and ham.
I do not like them,
Sam-I-am
They’d known she and Jon were having a ‘miscommunication’ when
they came out of the dining room, so unless it was a more pronounced ruckus,
there was every chance they would give them some space. Dammit. “Whatever you want, I’ll give it to
you, just stop!”
I do not like them
in a house.
I do not like them
with a mouse.
Jon was swiping a hand across the side of his neck, where the stun
gun had grazed – merely grazed! – him, sending him to the floor. There was now no doubt that Daniel’s little
toy would wreak serious damage if it was held against flesh for more than a second. The mental image of Jon lying on the penthouse
floor from Daniel’s last visit was the only thing that kept her from screaming
until Greg and Rocco were forced to come and investigate.
That, and the look on Daniel’s face when he released his
stranglehold on her.
I do not like them
here or there.
I do not like them
anywhere.
The man standing between she and Jon wasn’t one she
knew. The cold, dank eyes were devoid of
any emotion or humanistic qualities.
They were no more than lifeless specks of light in a face grotesquely
contorted with loathing.
“I want you dead,” he said flatly. “And as soon as you are, those hedonistic
pictures will be released to the media so that you can’t even die in peace.”
Not in a box.
Not with a fox.
Hatred blossomed, backlighting the empty eyes with an
eerie glow akin to fire. “You’ve ruined
my life the last three years, played me for a fool and left me at the mercy of
the Russian Mafia over this asinine creation of yours. They may not be very bright, but they’re
quite impatient and physically demonstrative of that impatience. Those are business skills that I have learned
quite… brutally.”
Honestly, she no longer cared about the damn photos. They would figure out something. Living was more of a priority. From her trip through Daniel’s email three
years ago, she had known there was international ugliness involved in this
mess, but she hadn’t been aware of the extremity of the participants.
I would not, could
not in a tree.
Not in a car! You
let me be.
“The fuckin’ Russian mob?” Jon croaked, his face crumpled
with pain. “Dumbass prick. You deserve what you get for swimmin’ in
those waters.”
Staunchly ignoring Jon, for which Petey was grateful, Daniel
continued to address his commentary to her.
“They’ve been detained thus far with my ‘minimal’ improvements on the
fabulously useless mess you left me with.”
“What do the – “
She stuttered over her words as the very top of dark head became visible
through the railing at Jon’s left hip.
Someone was coming up the stairs.
Jesus, it was probably Tony coming back.
She had to warn him what he was about to walk into and keep Daniel from
seeing him. “Daniel!” She plastered her back against the wall, grabbing at his
jacket with one hand. It forced him to
face her and keep his back to the stairs.
“Russian Mafia, really?”
Not on a train! Not
in a tree!
Not in a car! Sam!
Let me be!
She flicked the briefest of glances toward the stairs,
relieved enough to pee herself when she caught the shine of Tony’s
glasses. Gripping Daniel’s jacket more
tightly, she could see Tony holding a silent finger to his lips and the gentle
wave of the gun in his opposite hand.
Daniel’s disparaging eyes slid down and pointedly gazed at
the blunt-tipped nails curled into his tweed lapel. “Do you not recall what happened to your
rutting partner a moment ago, you vapid harlot?” The stun gun hovered near her carotid artery in warning and she
immediately released him, the rough material scraping at the pads of her
fingers.
I would not, could
not, in the rain.
Not in the dark. Not
on a train
Jon pushed his palm to the floor and struggled to rise
even as Petey shook her head vehemently. “Listen here, mother fucker, you talk
to her like that again and I’m throwing your ass over this railing and hope you
fry yourself on the way down.”
“Jon, no,” Petey pled holding her palms aloft to urge him
to stay. If he didn’t stay still, he would
draw Daniel’s attention toward the stairs.
A quick glance affirmed that Tony was steadily creeping up the landing,
and that there was another dark head not far behind – that of Henry.
Petey wanted to cry with relief. If anyone could – would – get them out of
this, it was their brothers.
“I am not gonna sit here and listen to that shit,” her
stubborn fiancé grumbled, still struggling, unsuccessfully, to get to his feet.
Tony’s head had stopped moving, and she could read his
mind. He was concerned that Jon’s
movement would draw Daniel’s attention to floor level, which he was just now
peeking above.
Petey’s anxiety level spiked dangerously, and she prayed
she could keep it together. She hadn’t
passed out from one of these in twenty-five years. She wasn’t going to start now, for this
deranged psychopath. Her mental rambling
spilled onto her tongue as she battled her body’s reaction to the overwhelming
situation.
I could not, would
not, on a boat.
I will not, will
not, with a goat.
Daniel’s head snapped up, his attention drawn from the
railing and to her. To Petey’s surprise,
his features softened affectionately, the incongruence ramping up her
anxiety. The man was completely
disconnected from reality.
“I will not eat them in the rain.
I will not eat them on a train.”
He pressed infinitesimally closer to her, the hand not
bearing the weapon lifting to finger the tendrils framing her face. “That’s so reminiscent of old times,
Darling,” he cooed fondly before his expression deteriorated into one of vile
loathing. The hand that had been in her
hair banded once again around her throat. “I wanted to kill you even then, you mentally
unstable imbecile.”
“Not in the dark! Not in a tree!
Not in a car! You let me be!”
Bony fingers dug into her neck, seemingly intent upon
ripping out her windpipe. She vainly
struggled to get a breath as the lyrical cadence of Dr. Seuss gained momentum
until it sped like a runaway train hurtling down a steep incline.
I do not like them
in a box.
I do not like them
with a fox.
I will not eat them
in a house.
I do not like them
with a mouse.
I do not like them
here or there.
I do not like them
ANYWHERE!
Her vision tunneled and her ears began to ring
incessantly. Knees literally knocking
together, she felt them give way and, with the piercing fingertips painfully
gouging under each side of her jaw, the world went black.
Jesus Christ,
Jon thought as Daniel’s hand sprang open and Petey hit the floor with a sick
thud. It had all happened so quickly
that he hadn’t been able to do a damn thing.
Scrabbling across the floor, he pushed a forearm across Daniel’s shins
to shove him out of the way, desperate to make sure she was still breathing.
“Petey…” A light
tap to her cheek brought no response. Or
so he thought, until the fucking psychopath pulled him to his feet by the back
of the shirt and slammed him face first against the wall to their left. Turning his head at the last second saved
breaking his nose and subjected his cheekbone to the impact.
Now what the fuck
am I going to do?
Tony crested the staircase as Jon’s face met the wall and
his brother swore nastily at the man who put him there. Tony silently and swiftly pivoted around the
bannister, putting him in position at Daniel’s back. The would-be killer hadn’t spotted him as of
yet, nor Henry, who hung back on the staircase.
Daniel was snarling threats and jeers as he hovered the
stun gun just above Jon’s jaw. Tony
couldn’t make them out, save a pithy “…
and you’ll watch her die.”
Not fucking likely.
Grateful that he’d learned stealth at a much younger age,
courtesy of sneaking in the house after curfew, Tony took the final soundless
steps that placed him in front of Petey’s prone form and within arm’s reach of
Daniel. Close enough to ruthlessly jam
the gun’s nose into the base of his skull.
“Let him go, you piece of shit, or I’ll blow your brains
out.”
He’d never killed a man, but he wasn’t above it. Family first.
Period.
But the guy was either crazier or ballsier than anybody
he’d ever run across, because – never wavering his grip on the stun gun at
Jon’s neck, he declared loftily, “This is none of your concern.”
“You fuck with my family, you fuck with me. Now let him go.”
There was a commotion on the other side of the stairwell
as someone exited the dining room, but Tony never lost his focus. Even as he recognized Dorothea’s voice
shouting, “Tony, no!” he didn’t falter or flinch. What he did was dig the muzzle more deeply
into the psycho’s occipital lobe.
Unfortunately, his mind didn’t follow suit. He had just gotten his life to a good place –
a really good place. Did he want to chance ruining that by
splattering this guy’s brain across the wall?
Yes, it was defense, but not self-defense. If it came across the wrong way to the wrong
people…
All hell was breaking loose around him. Dorothea tried to rush to his side, only to
be roadblocked by Henry, whose mammoth size served him well against a frantic
karate instructor. He took the blows she
dished out with only a grunt of pain, keeping her locked up in his arms, safely
away from the action.
Those security guys were mounting up at his back, alerted
by Dorothea’s shout, and it sounded like a stampede as everyone else in that
room threw their chairs back and clambered toward the door. There was a quiet cacophony of “What the
fuck?” and “What’s going on?” while his
mother was bellowing out, “Jonny!
Anthony!”
“You’re not going to do it,” the bastard under his gun
taunted, rearing his head arrogantly into the weapon.
Petey heard screaming, but it wasn’t her own, even though
her throat was sore. Dorothea screaming
Tony’s name? Her nose wrinkled with
confusion. Then Carol crying out for
both Jon and Tony? Dazed eyes fluttered open to see three pairs of male feet
surrounding her.
Tony heard Jon’s muffled, but confident, “The hell he
won’t,” and it was all the additional incentive he needed to release his
pent-up anger on the man who’d been wreaking havoc in his family for too long.
He abruptly pulled the gun to the right, shooting cleanly
through Daniel’s right hand, causing the stun gun to plummet uselessly to the
floor. So did Daniel, for that
matter. He clutched at his wrist, screaming,
and dropped to his knees as the blood cascaded from the open wound.
Petey involuntarily flinched from the loud gunshot
and felt, more than heard, something hit the floor next to her before the
floorboards quivered under Daniel’s collapsing weight. Glancing to the source of the first sound,
she saw the stun gun lying next to her arm.
A quick look upward found Daniel’s face ashen as he was engrossed in his
wound, anguish being wrenched from him in near sobs.
Before she could think about it, analyze it or make any
type of formal plan, she curled her fingers around the blasted weapon that had
been the source of so much anxiety in such a short time.
Stretching her arm out, she shoved the damn thing up
under Daniel’s pant leg, until it came in contact with the bare skin of his
calf.
“Jesus, no, Petey!”
Jon’s cry came to her through an eerie haze of tranquility, but she
couldn’t pay it any heed. She had
started this and she had to end it.
The trigger depressed easily under her touch and she felt
Daniel’s body convulse under its application.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four….
Five.
Five ticks of the clock passed before the convulsions
stopped, and his body lay disconcertingly still. It was only then that she would allow her
finger to fall away from the trigger and the gun to tumble harmlessly onto the
floor.
Petey’s eyes closed as a sick relief clutched at her
heart and pumped out through her arteries, filling her body with its liberating
and heady intoxication.
A final quote flickered across her consciousness as
bedlam reigned around her. The
difference was that, this time, it was borne not of anxiety, but peace.
“It is a far, far
better thing that I do, than I have ever done: it is a far, far better rest
that I go to, than I have ever known.”
Oh wow...I have a feeling that was the last problem that Daniel will ever cause!
ReplyDeleteAnd ouch...Jon may not have a broken nose at his wedding, but a banged-up cheek may not be too pretty!
Love the idea of Dorothea trying to take down Henry to get to Tony, but not being able to budge him.
Let me start by saying you are a brilliant, amazing, talented writer. I was right there with Petey.
ReplyDeleteQuick thinking Jon, turning your head to save your nose. Love Dorothea coming to help her man. Oh and the image of Carol standing there yelling "Jonny, Anthony" .
Wow...just wow Blush what an amazing chapter. So glad we know what happened...Petey better get off due to self defense for that. Although I think now we may have a new problem with the Russian Mafia...I hope now that Daniel is dead, they don't decide to come after Petey for what they want. Excellent as always Blush! :) :) :) -Sue
ReplyDeleteOHHHMYGOD!
ReplyDeletehmm... still self-defense? I hope so
Thank god - I think that problem is solved!
ReplyDeletejust had 2 chapters - did not dare to check yesterday ;-)
great chapters!!!!
only those 4 knew the the stun-gun was manipulated... so - she just wanted to knock im out, right?
ReplyDeleteLordy! I think I shall put my friend's Criminal Justice degree to use and start asking hypothetical questions...
ReplyDeleteI have to say Tony and Jon in protective mode...ooolala!
--Amanda
Second this. I love Tony and Jon so much in this chapter and believe me, those are words I never thought I would say! My love for them just grows and grows.
Deleteit's self-defense, no question. But I really hope the Russian Mafia don't know that is was Petey who came up with that thing they want.
ReplyDeleteI am crying. Relief tears that everyone is okay... Had to step back for a moment before writing this comment. It was THAT good.
ReplyDeleteDaniel is oops maybe was an *ss. I am glad everyone is okay. Petey, Jon, Tony......
Great stuff girl. You have a flare and a knack for it. Thank you for writing this.
Where do I start? There were so many things that stood out for me that I can't even begin writing! Job well done young lady, it was a fantastic chapter.
ReplyDeleteTony, what can I say about Tony? what he did for his brother, how he came to his rescue, how he came to help Petey. How he shot Daniel's hand, the whole ex-change between him and Daniel? Give that man, his own story! LOVE HIM! I will say it again, LOVE HIM!
Jon was fantastic, it gives me chills to think of Jon lying there and going to the defence of Petey and trying no matter how he is hurt, to get to her. Another man, I love. LOVE HIM!
Dorothea coming to try and get to Tony was so sweet and then everyone coming also.
Ultimately, it came to Petey to end this. Just thank God she and no one else was hurt but I am worried about the russian mafia.
Bravo Blush, Bravo! - Ashley02
“You’re not going to do it,” the bastard under his gun taunted, rearing his head arrogantly into the weapon.
ReplyDeleteWANT A BET???? Just try him Daniel.
Hope they know it was self-defence.
I have been loving Tony in this story but this chapter made me love him even more and I didn't think that was possible.
ReplyDelete“Let him go, you piece of shit, or I’ll blow your brains out.”
AND
“You fuck with my family, you fuck with me. Now let him go.”
Mad me love him even MORE! Keep it coming.
This is such a great story! So glad you're back.
ReplyDeleteFraeking Awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteTony heard Jon’s muffled, but confident, “The hell he won’t,”
ReplyDeleteJon speaking up for his brother was so good. You have outdone yourself with this chapter. Now bring on the next one.
THIS!
DeleteIt made me so happy when Jon spoke. You have outdone yourself now but writing that, I know that the next chapters will only get better.
Baxter
That last Dickens quote was at the end of TDKR - new Batman movie!! Brilliantly written and so relevant! Outstanding.
ReplyDelete“Listen here, mother fucker, you talk to her like that again and I’m throwing your ass over this railing and hope you fry yourself on the way down.”
ReplyDeletePlease stand up the one and only JON BON JOVI. He is amazing and he kept on getting zapped.
He better damn well know that his brother came to his defence here and was there 100%. I think Tony would have taken a hit himself, if he had too.
Tony has got a place in my heart now that I think will be there forever. The way he was in this chapter, chills!
Delete*exhales slowly*
ReplyDeleteWOW!
“You fuck with my family, you fuck with me. Now let him go.”
ReplyDeleteThat my friends is how it's done! OMG!
Awesome, amazing! Fantastic.
Fantastic Chapter! From beginning to end.
ReplyDelete“Let him go, you piece of shit, or I’ll blow your brains out.”
ReplyDeleteHe’d never killed a man, but he wasn’t above it. Family first. Period.
~~FUCK IT!! The Best story!!!
I hope that Dorothea is proud of him when she is able to talk to him. Just hug him and be there for him when she gets to Tony's side.
God I hope everything is fine with Petey and the authorities know that it was self-defense!
I am so proud to be a Bon Jovi fan when I read stories like these. Jon and Tony Bongiovi, I want to hug you both!
Baxter
What an amazing chapter! I do think Daniel is dead & don't really have any worries about the self defense issue. She has witnesses to what just happened.
ReplyDeleteI think Jon might want to consider hiring Tony on his security team!
Perhaps they should move the wedding date back a week or two since the bride & groom have taken a few bumps & bruises.
BTW I love green eggs & ham! It really went well with the intensity of what was happening.
This chapter exceeded my exceptions! Everything was PERFECT!
ReplyDeleteI loved knowing that Jon was trying his hardest to be there for Petey. How he was hurt and could barely move but he struggled to rise for Petey. The faith that he had in his brother when he said to Daniel, like hell he won't! Fabulous! My love for Jon just grew that bit stronger in this chapter.
The ex-change between Petey and Tony; thank God she saw that Tony was coming and so knew that help was on hand. The looks they gave each other. He had her back!
The man of the hour belonged to Tony. “You fuck with my family, you fuck with me. Now let him go.” That says it all really.
Dorothea love your man, be there for him because now when the adrenaline wears off, he is going to need you there.
She better just give him lots of loving, Tony deserves it.
DeleteI hope that Daniel isn't as good at electronics as he thinks and that gun isn't really so high loaded, so Petey won't be in any trouble and the Russian Mafia could do its job!!!!
ReplyDeleteBlushnscarlet YOU ARE THE BEST!!!
Ok, don't shoot me I just want (who am I kidding) HAVE to ask. This was posted on the 23 regarding daily posts...
ReplyDelete"Sorry, but no, we are not back to daily posts yet. I've been drafted to write a play, so every other day. With the exception of tomorrow. I knew it sucked to leave you all hanging here today, so I won't prolong it too much. :)"
Does that mean we get a post today or Thursday? No pressure but your writing is just so addictive.
--Amanda
Sorry, I should have made that clearer. We've now moved on to every other day since I got you off the nasty cliff you were hanging from. ;o)
DeleteNext post Thursday, then Saturday.
Thank you for getting us off of that cliff. Can't wait until tomorrow!
Delete-Amanda
Tony, that's all I wanted to say, Tony!
ReplyDeleteCarry on!!
Outstanding Chapter! Up there with one of the best.
ReplyDeleteTony comes out on top for me, followed closely by Petey, hell who am I kidding, they were all good! Jon having faith in his brother made me happy but it's not the first time. It was Tony who Jon called and said carry the gun and to look after his kids.
Standing ovation!!! This was written superbly!
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