RESCUE WHAT'S LEFT OF ME
Rescue What's Left Of Me
Chapter Fifteen: Found
Summary: Justin finds his husband.
AN: I want to thank my betas Sunny and Helen. You guys are great. I hope that you guys enjoy this story. Let me know.
Brian crossed his arms and looked out of the window. He really hoped that J.C. was okay and that he took care of Bella until Justin got home. He exhaled slowly as he thought about what Justin was going to do once he found out what Michael had done. He knew in his heart that his husband wasn't going to back away this time especially because Michael had put their daughter at risk as well as him.
"Hey, are you okay?" Michael asked.
Brian didn't answer.
"Brian," Michael said more forcefully. "Answer me."
"I'm fine," Brian assured him. "I'm just a bit…everything that happened was crazy."
"I know," Michael replied and then shrugged. "But now we're here together."
"You should have talked to me," Brian told him. "You should have told me what you were planning. We could have done this better. What if they call the cops on us?"
The dark haired man bit his lower lip. "Well, that asshole wouldn't let you speak with me. I know he was behind it."
Brian rolled his eyes. Michael was definitely delusional. "We shouldn't even be on the road right now," the brunet commented. "Do you know what you're doing?"
Michael gripped the steering wheel before he answered. "Yes," he hissed.
"Really," Brian replied not believing for a second. "We are running low on gas and we haven't eaten anything. It's going to be nightfall soon. Where are we going to sleep?"
"Stop asking me so many questions at the same time!" Michael yelled and stopped the car suddenly.
"Jesus Christ!" Brian shouted. "You're trying to kill us."
"I'm doing the best that I can, Brian!" Michael said. "Do you understand that?"
"I need to pee," Brian replied.
Michael sighed and then bit his lower lip. "Fine," he said and got out of the car making sure he killed the engine and grabbed the keys. He went around the back and opened the door for Brian's side. "Get out!"
"You don't have to yell at me," Brian told him.
Michael pointed towards the grass. "Just pee."
Brian squared his jaw and took a few steps forward. He unzipped his pants and then started to do his business when Michael stood to the side of him. "Do you mind?"
"Nope," Michael said.
Brian sighed and tried to control his annoyance. He had to come up with a plan to get rid of the man. He wondered if he ran if Michael would shoot him. He didn't want to test that theory just yet. He zipped his pants when he was done. He turned around quickly when he heard another car but the man or woman was going too fast. They didn't even slow down to look at him and Michael. He was doomed; no one could help him.
"So where are we going?" Brian asked. "Please, Michael. Just fucking tell me. I don't like surprises and you know it."
Michael smiled widely then. "We're going to New York."
"What the fuck are we going to do there?" Brian asked. "We got no money to be living in New York, Michael," the man said trying to play along with the whole thing.
Michael pouted. "I thought you would like it. You always said that you wanted to go to New York."
Brian pinched the bridge of his nose. "We really need to get someplace where we just can sit down and talk."
Michael licked his lips. "I saw a sign of a motel a few miles from here. Do you want to go there?" he asked as he came closer to the brunet. "We could both use some time together to relax."
Brian wanted to puke. He ended up smiling a bit. "That would be great. I'm sorry if I yelled at you. I didn't mean to."
"Its okay, Brian," Michael told him. "Get in the car."
"Okay," Brian told him.
It only took them twenty minutes to reach the motel. Michael put the gun he had in the waist band of his pants and put his shirt over it. Then he and Brian walked into the office and asked for a room. Brian watched as Michael kept a hand over the gun. He wondered if he could be quick enough to take it away from the dark haired man.
"Do you have money to pay for this?" Brian asked. "Because I don't have anything."
The old man behind the counter stopped reading his magazine and looked at the pair. He wondered what kind of trouble they were in, but he didn't ask. He took a good look at them though, just in case anyone came asking.
Michael pulled out a credit card. "I got it. I told you, I was going to take care of us from now on."
The brunet licked his lips and looked at the man behind the counter. He looked around wondering if he could leave a note to the man for him to call the cops.
"Let's go," Michael said after he was done signing his name.
Brian did what he was told. He didn't know how crazy Michael was and for all he knew the dark haired man could shoot the guy if he knew something was going on. Once inside their room Brian sat on the bed and Michael sat on a chair in front of the brunet. By then he had the gun out again.
"Do you want anything to eat?" Michael asked. "I could order us something."
"I don't think so," the man said.
"You should eat something," the man said as he stood up and came closer to Brian. He caressed Brian's face as he licked his lips. He wanted Brian so much and now they were going to be together forever. He couldn't be happier about how things had turned out.
"Don't," Brian said pushing Michael's hand away.
"What's wrong?" Michael asked.
"You're making me nervous," the brunet told him. "You have a gun in your hand, Michael. You just shot someone a few hours ago. I'm just…you scare me."
"I did what I had to do to protect us," Michael explained.
"He wasn't doing anything to us," Brian told him. "You're not the person I knew."
Michael bit his lower lip. "I'm doing this for us!"
Brian's eyes opened wide as he heard Michael screaming. His hands turned into fists as he tried to control himself. He had to be truthful with himself; he was scared of what would happen next. He never thought in his life that he would ever have to be afraid of Michael. They used to be best friends. They used to tell each other everything and always could count on one another being there. Now all of that was gone and he had nothing but a stranger in front of him.
"Right," Brian muttered.
"Brian," Michael said and put the gun on top of the night table. "It's going to be okay."
Brian pushed Michael away with all his might and tried to go for the gun. Michael grabbed Brian by the leg and the brunet fell down on his face. He hit his head pretty badly against the corner of the table. Michael crawled to him and got on top of the man before he turned him around.
"Oh my god!" Michael yelled when he saw all the blood. "Oh my god! Are you okay?"
Brian groaned something before he passed out. By the time he came around he was already in bed and when he tried to sit up he found out that his hands were tied up to the headboard. "Michael!" he yelled but it was futile. He was completely alone in the room. He couldn't help it, his eyes watered and a tear ran down. He wanted his husband to come and rescue him no matter what the consequences would be.
The brunet did try to fight himself free but it wasn't working. He yelled as hard as he could to try and get someone to help him but apparently they were the only people there or whoever was out there just didn't care. When the door opened Brian had hoped for a second that it was anybody but Michael. He had no such luck.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Brian asked. "Why would you fucking tie me up?"
"Because you were trying to get the gun away from me," Michael said as he locked the door. "Why would you do that?"
"Because you're going to kill me," Brian said.
Michael put the bag he had with him down. He had gone out and gotten them something to eat as well as some things for Brian's wound. "I would never hurt you, Brian."
Brian frowned and moved his head away when Michael tried to touch him.
"I brought you some food," Michael told him.
"I don't want to eat," the brunet spat.
Michael sighed and then pulled out the alcohol, peroxide water and the cotton balls. He hoped that the brunet didn't need stitches. He knew that the wound was in Brian's forehead. A little bit more to the left and the brunet would have opened his temple and that could have been dangerous. He started to clean the wound even though Brian was complaining about it.
"It's nothing big," Michael told him. "I brought band-aids too."
The brunet wanted to cry so badly but he wasn't going to let the dark haired man see him like that. He opened his eyes wide when he saw the band-aids. They were from Spongebob. "What the fuck is that?"
"That's the only ones they had," Michael protested.
"I hate you," Brian said as the man covered his wound.
"There, all done," Michael said and moved forward to kiss Brian on the lips. "I told you I was going to take care of you."
Brian pouted and decided he wasn't going to talk to the man anymore. He had faith that at one point or another someone was going to show up. They just had to. He had to have faith that he was going to see his family again. He just had to think of how he was going to get away if nobody came for him.
***
J.C. groaned as he lifted his arms to put on a new shirt. He looked at his dad and smiled. "Thanks for patching me up, dad."
Craig nodded at that. "I've always taken care of you boys."
J.C. smiled and nodded. He knew it was true. They lost their mom when they were only seven and ever since Craig did everything they needed for them. He looked toward the door where his brother was coming in from having smoked yet another cigarette. He sighed and wished he could have done something before Michael had taken Brian away.
"Anything new?" Justin asked knowing that his father had already contacted a few people to see if they could track Michael down.
"Nothing yet," Craig told him.
"This is fucking bullshit!" Justin hissed.
"Take it easy, bro," J.C. told him. "Now is not the time to lose your head."
"I'm going to fucking kill him," Justin yelled. "I am!"
"Relax," J.C. said.
"You fucking relax," Justin hissed.
"Could you two shut up," Craig said. "She's sleeping."
All of them turned to look at Bella who was fast asleep on her carrier on top of the table.
The older brother sighed. "I just need to find him. I'm going to kill Michael. I swear to god."
Craig and J.C. looked at each other with worried expressions. They could tell that Justin meant it.
"It will be okay," J.C. said as he put a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Look at me."
Justin did.
"Brian is pretty smart, okay?" he said. "Look, he protected Bella. I know he did. If not Michael would have taken her too. I'm sure of that."
The brown haired man nodded slowly.
"And he's going to be okay," J.C. said. "Michael is not going to hurt him. Brian is playing along with his game."
"At one point he will, J.C.," Justin said. "You and I know that. Michael might be slow sometimes and he does pretty stupid things like kidnapping my husband but eventually he's going to figure out that Brian doesn't want to be with him."
J.C. sighed. "We'll find them before that happens. That's why you got to keep cool. And when the time comes I'll fucking help you bury him."
Craig bit his lower lip and shook his head slightly. The last thing he wanted was his kids committing a crime no matter how much this guy deserved it. He moved quickly to grab his cell phone from the table when it started ringing. He only spoke a few words with the man before he hung up.
"So?" Justin asked.
"A couple of hours from here," Craig said. "They're just outside of Jersey. They traced his credit card to a motel and then a convenience store not too far from it."
"You see," J.C. said. "He ain't very bright."
There was a knock on the door and J.C. went to see who it was. He opened the door and let the two agents inside his father's house. One of them was a young man and the other one an older woman.
"You two are going to stay here and take care of her," Craig said. "If anything happens to her is your death."
The agents nodded. "No problem sir," one of them said.
Craig looked at his sons and nodded. They were going hunting.
***
Cedric paced back and forth. He looked at his watch again and wondered where Justin was at. He was supposed to be there with the money they had asked for. It was going to be the beginning of making the man pay for what he did to his brother.
"Relax," Tony said.
"Why isn't he here?" Cedric asked.
"Maybe something came up," the older man explained.
"Like what?" Cedric asked angry.
Tony shrugged. "I don't know," he replied.
They were waiting in a room of an old abandoned building. Tony was sitting in the old bed looking towards the door. They both looked at each other and then towards the door because they heard someone whistling.
"Boys," Slater said.
"What are you doing here?" Cedric asked.
"Justin called," Slater told them. "Said he needed a favor."
Tony swallowed and thought that maybe blackmailing Justin had been a bad idea. If Justin wanted to make business with anyone and the man couldn't be there he would always send J.C. His boss would always use Slater for tying loose end. He never thought that Justin would actually send someone to kill them, after all the man was supposed to be an FBI agent.
"Did you bring the money?" Cedric asked.
"Nah," Slater said. "But I brought this," he said pulling out a gun with a silencer.
"No wait," Tony said standing up but Slater didn't think it twice. He shot the man straight in the head.
Cedric backed into the wall. "Don't do this. It has nothing to do with you."
Slater arched a brow. "Yeah, right, my boss my problem."
The man swallowed. "I don't want to die, please."
Slater took a step closer. "You should have thought of that before," the man said and took two shots that landed on Cedric's chest.
The man fell to the floor on his side. Slater walked over to him and pushed him on his back with his foot.
Cedric started coughing blood. "Please help me."
Slater put the gun away and took out a box of cigarettes. He pulled one out and lighted it up. Then he turned around to leave.
"Justin's FBI," Cedric blurted out before he started coughing. There was so much blood and it hurt so much, he knew he needed to get to a hospital.
Slater licked his lips and stared at the man.
"I'm telling you the truth," Cedric hissed. "He got rid of my brother...just...just so he could take his place. My brother...my brother would be the one...in charge if not for him."
The blond man couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"I'll tell you more," Cedric promised. "Please...I'm telling you the truth. Help me...help me," he said before he started coughing again.
"It doesn't matter," Slater said. "You're good as dead," the man said and walked out of the room. "Shit," Slater said not sure what he was going to do with the information. In ways he considered Justin a friend but he didn't like the fact that all along the man had been lying to him. He was so lost in thought that he never saw one of Vitto's guys going into the building as he got in his car.
***
Michael bent down and caressed Brian's face. He was smiling as he looked at the brunet. "Are you asleep?" Michael asked.
"No," Brian said pulling his head away.
The dark haired man got in the bed and kneeled next to Brian. He tried to touch Brian again. Brian looked at Michael and then his eyes opened when he saw that Michael wasn't wearing a shirt.
"What are you doing?" Brian asked him.
"I'm trying to make you feel better," Michael told him and put his hand on Brian's crotch.
"Stop it!" Brian hissed.
"Oh come on," Michael said. "I know how much you like sex."
Brian was screaming in his head. He was going to vomit. "Don't touch me!" he yelled with all his might.
Michael bit his lower lip. "Are you mad at me?" he asked with a frown as he moved back a bit.
"Yes, I am," Brian told him.
"Why?" Michael asked him.
"I thought you were my friend, Michael," Brian told him.
"I am," Michael assured him. "And you know I could be much more than that."
The brunet licked his lips. "So, a friend would tie someone else up?"
Michael sighed. "Brian..."
"Would a real friend try to have sex with them while they are tied up?" Brian asked as he glared at the man. "Would they Michael?"
The dark haired man got out of the bed. "Just relax."
"You relax," Brian shouted.
Michael licked his lips. "You don't want me."
Brian swallowed and looked at his friend in the eyes. "No," he said flatly.
"But you said…" Michael said confused. "Were you lying to me?"
"Yeah, well," Brian said. "What are you going to do? Kill me? Go ahead!"
Michael opened his mouth and then closed it again. He walked over to the brunet and started untying him.
"Are you going to let me go?" Brian asked as he sat up.
"No!" Michael yelled and picked the gun from the little table. Then he pointed at Brian. "You're coming with me."
Brian's lips trembled. He wondered if he would ever see his family ever again. "You're going to kill me."
"No, we're leaving this place," Michael said. "You're just confused. You'll see that I really care about you. I know you. I know you love me, Brian."
"You're nuts!" Brian hissed.
"Don't yell at me," Michael said taking a step closer.
Brian swallowed and got out of the bed slowly. "Go ahead, Michael. Shoot me!"
"Brian, you got to relax," the man said. "You have to understand that..."
Before the man could say anything else Brian tackled him. They started fighting and the gun went off. Brian punched the man and Michael yelped. The gun fell down and they started rolling in the other direction. Brian punched Michael and the man fell to the side. The brunet tried to get up but Michael pushed him and Brian landed on his back.
Michael stood up and then ran for the gun. "Stop it!" he yelled and turned to look at the brunet while pointing the gun at him.
Brian sat up and glared at the man. "Fuck you!"
Michael sighed. "Please, just listen to me."
"No!" Brian yelled. "You've destroyed everything we ever shared. I loved you Michael."
"You did?" Michael asked lowering his gun down a bit.
"Like a brother," Brian told him and stood up. "You were my brother. You always were there for me."
Michael pointed the gun back at Brian. "You think you love Justin or that he loves you. But…"
"Stop it," Brian said grabbing the lamp next to him and throwing it at Michael.
Michael ducked and then moved forward while pointing the gun at Brian. "You need to calm down."
There was a knock on the door. They both looked at it.
"This is your fault because of the noise you're making," Michael said and walked to the door while still aiming at Brian. He only opened a bit to tell whoever it was to get lost.
Justin pushed the door hard hitting Michael. Michael took a few steps back a bit dazed after the edge of the wooden door hit him on the face. When he looked up his eyes opened wide before Justin punched him hard on his jaw. The dark haired man fell back while the gun he had in his hand fell out of reach. The metal piece slid under the bed, there was no way Michael could get it in time.
"Am I interrupting something?" Justin asked.
Michael's heartbeat accelerated so much he thought he was going to have a heart attack right there.
"Let's take it easy," Brian said knowing that Justin was beyond pissed.
Justin looked at Brian and his anger grew when he saw Brian's face and the dried blood on the man's shirt. He looked at Michael then; his eyes were filled with rage. Justin moved forward and kicked Michael on the side hard. Brian closed his eyes and moved back until he hit the wall. His heart was beating so fast and he was so scared. He didn't think he had ever been so scared in his life, not even when his father used to beat him. That was something he'd gotten used to, this was not. Michael shouted in pain; Brian jumped up and his eyes opened. He watched as Justin kicked the man twice more before grabbing him by the collar and pulling him up a bit before hitting him with the hand he was holding the gun with. Then the older man let go of Michael. The brunet released his breath; surprised that'd he'd been holding it for that long. Justin moved back a bit and put his gun back in the holster.
Michael started laughing. "Happy now?"
The older man rolled up his sleeves. "Not yet," the man replied. "We're just starting"
Brian gulped and he knew it wasn't going to be pretty.
***
Alfred was in his office looking at some papers. He was having a cigar and some coffee.
Matt came to the office and knocked on the already open door. "Boss, you got Pete wanting to come up and talk to you. He says it's important."
"Let him up," Alfred said and waited.
"Boss," Pete said as he went inside the office.
Matt went inside as well and closed the door. He stood behind Pete and waited.
"We have a problem," Pete informed his boss.
Alfred's back moved away from the back of his chair. His interest already picked. He knew he had all kinds of shit happening around him. The week before he had someone steal a shipment from him. It wasn't anything big; just three art pieces he'd managed to get from France for a very important client. Of course the man was paying him to get them, a good amount of money. They had gone through all that trouble of getting past the authorities and away from the country to then have nothing in the end. There had to be someone that was talking.
He had the problem with Tony and Justin. For some reason the older man was after Justin. He knew that Justin was trying to find out what was going on but have had no luck. So he had a few guys going after Tony from time to time to see what the man was up to. He wanted to know what the older man was planning. He wouldn't be surprised if Tony was trying to steal a big amount of money because of the information that he possessed. He knew that the man could tell Justin a lot of things that could turn things upside down for all of them. It was best if that information stayed in the past where it belong.
"Then before that was the whole thing with his son. God, he missed his boy. He knew something had happened in there. He thought that maybe J.C. had something to do with it because he was the one that came out of the whole shoot out without too much harm to himself, he'd put someone to follow the man. J.C. wasn't having any meetings with anyone except the ones that he was ordered to have by Justin. The man was pretty much at clubs going out with a different girl every week. So there was no way J.C. was planning anything, yet something fell off.
"It's about Justin," Pete told him. "That kid that you told me to keep an eye on because he was hanging with Tony told me what's going on."
Alfred stood up; he placed the cigar in his mouth and inhaled from it then he placed it in the ashtray. "Where is he?"
"He's dead," Pete said. "Slater."
Alfred sighed. "Okay, what did he say?"
"Justin's FBI," the man told his boss.
The man looked down at his desk. He stared at a picture of his family. He looked at his employee and smiled. "We'll have to take care of that now, won't we?"
Pete only nodded.
Chapter Fifteen: Found
Summary: Justin finds his husband.
AN: I want to thank my betas Sunny and Helen. You guys are great. I hope that you guys enjoy this story. Let me know.
Brian crossed his arms and looked out of the window. He really hoped that J.C. was okay and that he took care of Bella until Justin got home. He exhaled slowly as he thought about what Justin was going to do once he found out what Michael had done. He knew in his heart that his husband wasn't going to back away this time especially because Michael had put their daughter at risk as well as him.
"Hey, are you okay?" Michael asked.
Brian didn't answer.
"Brian," Michael said more forcefully. "Answer me."
"I'm fine," Brian assured him. "I'm just a bit…everything that happened was crazy."
"I know," Michael replied and then shrugged. "But now we're here together."
"You should have talked to me," Brian told him. "You should have told me what you were planning. We could have done this better. What if they call the cops on us?"
The dark haired man bit his lower lip. "Well, that asshole wouldn't let you speak with me. I know he was behind it."
Brian rolled his eyes. Michael was definitely delusional. "We shouldn't even be on the road right now," the brunet commented. "Do you know what you're doing?"
Michael gripped the steering wheel before he answered. "Yes," he hissed.
"Really," Brian replied not believing for a second. "We are running low on gas and we haven't eaten anything. It's going to be nightfall soon. Where are we going to sleep?"
"Stop asking me so many questions at the same time!" Michael yelled and stopped the car suddenly.
"Jesus Christ!" Brian shouted. "You're trying to kill us."
"I'm doing the best that I can, Brian!" Michael said. "Do you understand that?"
"I need to pee," Brian replied.
Michael sighed and then bit his lower lip. "Fine," he said and got out of the car making sure he killed the engine and grabbed the keys. He went around the back and opened the door for Brian's side. "Get out!"
"You don't have to yell at me," Brian told him.
Michael pointed towards the grass. "Just pee."
Brian squared his jaw and took a few steps forward. He unzipped his pants and then started to do his business when Michael stood to the side of him. "Do you mind?"
"Nope," Michael said.
Brian sighed and tried to control his annoyance. He had to come up with a plan to get rid of the man. He wondered if he ran if Michael would shoot him. He didn't want to test that theory just yet. He zipped his pants when he was done. He turned around quickly when he heard another car but the man or woman was going too fast. They didn't even slow down to look at him and Michael. He was doomed; no one could help him.
"So where are we going?" Brian asked. "Please, Michael. Just fucking tell me. I don't like surprises and you know it."
Michael smiled widely then. "We're going to New York."
"What the fuck are we going to do there?" Brian asked. "We got no money to be living in New York, Michael," the man said trying to play along with the whole thing.
Michael pouted. "I thought you would like it. You always said that you wanted to go to New York."
Brian pinched the bridge of his nose. "We really need to get someplace where we just can sit down and talk."
Michael licked his lips. "I saw a sign of a motel a few miles from here. Do you want to go there?" he asked as he came closer to the brunet. "We could both use some time together to relax."
Brian wanted to puke. He ended up smiling a bit. "That would be great. I'm sorry if I yelled at you. I didn't mean to."
"Its okay, Brian," Michael told him. "Get in the car."
"Okay," Brian told him.
It only took them twenty minutes to reach the motel. Michael put the gun he had in the waist band of his pants and put his shirt over it. Then he and Brian walked into the office and asked for a room. Brian watched as Michael kept a hand over the gun. He wondered if he could be quick enough to take it away from the dark haired man.
"Do you have money to pay for this?" Brian asked. "Because I don't have anything."
The old man behind the counter stopped reading his magazine and looked at the pair. He wondered what kind of trouble they were in, but he didn't ask. He took a good look at them though, just in case anyone came asking.
Michael pulled out a credit card. "I got it. I told you, I was going to take care of us from now on."
The brunet licked his lips and looked at the man behind the counter. He looked around wondering if he could leave a note to the man for him to call the cops.
"Let's go," Michael said after he was done signing his name.
Brian did what he was told. He didn't know how crazy Michael was and for all he knew the dark haired man could shoot the guy if he knew something was going on. Once inside their room Brian sat on the bed and Michael sat on a chair in front of the brunet. By then he had the gun out again.
"Do you want anything to eat?" Michael asked. "I could order us something."
"I don't think so," the man said.
"You should eat something," the man said as he stood up and came closer to Brian. He caressed Brian's face as he licked his lips. He wanted Brian so much and now they were going to be together forever. He couldn't be happier about how things had turned out.
"Don't," Brian said pushing Michael's hand away.
"What's wrong?" Michael asked.
"You're making me nervous," the brunet told him. "You have a gun in your hand, Michael. You just shot someone a few hours ago. I'm just…you scare me."
"I did what I had to do to protect us," Michael explained.
"He wasn't doing anything to us," Brian told him. "You're not the person I knew."
Michael bit his lower lip. "I'm doing this for us!"
Brian's eyes opened wide as he heard Michael screaming. His hands turned into fists as he tried to control himself. He had to be truthful with himself; he was scared of what would happen next. He never thought in his life that he would ever have to be afraid of Michael. They used to be best friends. They used to tell each other everything and always could count on one another being there. Now all of that was gone and he had nothing but a stranger in front of him.
"Right," Brian muttered.
"Brian," Michael said and put the gun on top of the night table. "It's going to be okay."
Brian pushed Michael away with all his might and tried to go for the gun. Michael grabbed Brian by the leg and the brunet fell down on his face. He hit his head pretty badly against the corner of the table. Michael crawled to him and got on top of the man before he turned him around.
"Oh my god!" Michael yelled when he saw all the blood. "Oh my god! Are you okay?"
Brian groaned something before he passed out. By the time he came around he was already in bed and when he tried to sit up he found out that his hands were tied up to the headboard. "Michael!" he yelled but it was futile. He was completely alone in the room. He couldn't help it, his eyes watered and a tear ran down. He wanted his husband to come and rescue him no matter what the consequences would be.
The brunet did try to fight himself free but it wasn't working. He yelled as hard as he could to try and get someone to help him but apparently they were the only people there or whoever was out there just didn't care. When the door opened Brian had hoped for a second that it was anybody but Michael. He had no such luck.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Brian asked. "Why would you fucking tie me up?"
"Because you were trying to get the gun away from me," Michael said as he locked the door. "Why would you do that?"
"Because you're going to kill me," Brian said.
Michael put the bag he had with him down. He had gone out and gotten them something to eat as well as some things for Brian's wound. "I would never hurt you, Brian."
Brian frowned and moved his head away when Michael tried to touch him.
"I brought you some food," Michael told him.
"I don't want to eat," the brunet spat.
Michael sighed and then pulled out the alcohol, peroxide water and the cotton balls. He hoped that the brunet didn't need stitches. He knew that the wound was in Brian's forehead. A little bit more to the left and the brunet would have opened his temple and that could have been dangerous. He started to clean the wound even though Brian was complaining about it.
"It's nothing big," Michael told him. "I brought band-aids too."
The brunet wanted to cry so badly but he wasn't going to let the dark haired man see him like that. He opened his eyes wide when he saw the band-aids. They were from Spongebob. "What the fuck is that?"
"That's the only ones they had," Michael protested.
"I hate you," Brian said as the man covered his wound.
"There, all done," Michael said and moved forward to kiss Brian on the lips. "I told you I was going to take care of you."
Brian pouted and decided he wasn't going to talk to the man anymore. He had faith that at one point or another someone was going to show up. They just had to. He had to have faith that he was going to see his family again. He just had to think of how he was going to get away if nobody came for him.
***
J.C. groaned as he lifted his arms to put on a new shirt. He looked at his dad and smiled. "Thanks for patching me up, dad."
Craig nodded at that. "I've always taken care of you boys."
J.C. smiled and nodded. He knew it was true. They lost their mom when they were only seven and ever since Craig did everything they needed for them. He looked toward the door where his brother was coming in from having smoked yet another cigarette. He sighed and wished he could have done something before Michael had taken Brian away.
"Anything new?" Justin asked knowing that his father had already contacted a few people to see if they could track Michael down.
"Nothing yet," Craig told him.
"This is fucking bullshit!" Justin hissed.
"Take it easy, bro," J.C. told him. "Now is not the time to lose your head."
"I'm going to fucking kill him," Justin yelled. "I am!"
"Relax," J.C. said.
"You fucking relax," Justin hissed.
"Could you two shut up," Craig said. "She's sleeping."
All of them turned to look at Bella who was fast asleep on her carrier on top of the table.
The older brother sighed. "I just need to find him. I'm going to kill Michael. I swear to god."
Craig and J.C. looked at each other with worried expressions. They could tell that Justin meant it.
"It will be okay," J.C. said as he put a hand on his brother's shoulder. "Look at me."
Justin did.
"Brian is pretty smart, okay?" he said. "Look, he protected Bella. I know he did. If not Michael would have taken her too. I'm sure of that."
The brown haired man nodded slowly.
"And he's going to be okay," J.C. said. "Michael is not going to hurt him. Brian is playing along with his game."
"At one point he will, J.C.," Justin said. "You and I know that. Michael might be slow sometimes and he does pretty stupid things like kidnapping my husband but eventually he's going to figure out that Brian doesn't want to be with him."
J.C. sighed. "We'll find them before that happens. That's why you got to keep cool. And when the time comes I'll fucking help you bury him."
Craig bit his lower lip and shook his head slightly. The last thing he wanted was his kids committing a crime no matter how much this guy deserved it. He moved quickly to grab his cell phone from the table when it started ringing. He only spoke a few words with the man before he hung up.
"So?" Justin asked.
"A couple of hours from here," Craig said. "They're just outside of Jersey. They traced his credit card to a motel and then a convenience store not too far from it."
"You see," J.C. said. "He ain't very bright."
There was a knock on the door and J.C. went to see who it was. He opened the door and let the two agents inside his father's house. One of them was a young man and the other one an older woman.
"You two are going to stay here and take care of her," Craig said. "If anything happens to her is your death."
The agents nodded. "No problem sir," one of them said.
Craig looked at his sons and nodded. They were going hunting.
***
Cedric paced back and forth. He looked at his watch again and wondered where Justin was at. He was supposed to be there with the money they had asked for. It was going to be the beginning of making the man pay for what he did to his brother.
"Relax," Tony said.
"Why isn't he here?" Cedric asked.
"Maybe something came up," the older man explained.
"Like what?" Cedric asked angry.
Tony shrugged. "I don't know," he replied.
They were waiting in a room of an old abandoned building. Tony was sitting in the old bed looking towards the door. They both looked at each other and then towards the door because they heard someone whistling.
"Boys," Slater said.
"What are you doing here?" Cedric asked.
"Justin called," Slater told them. "Said he needed a favor."
Tony swallowed and thought that maybe blackmailing Justin had been a bad idea. If Justin wanted to make business with anyone and the man couldn't be there he would always send J.C. His boss would always use Slater for tying loose end. He never thought that Justin would actually send someone to kill them, after all the man was supposed to be an FBI agent.
"Did you bring the money?" Cedric asked.
"Nah," Slater said. "But I brought this," he said pulling out a gun with a silencer.
"No wait," Tony said standing up but Slater didn't think it twice. He shot the man straight in the head.
Cedric backed into the wall. "Don't do this. It has nothing to do with you."
Slater arched a brow. "Yeah, right, my boss my problem."
The man swallowed. "I don't want to die, please."
Slater took a step closer. "You should have thought of that before," the man said and took two shots that landed on Cedric's chest.
The man fell to the floor on his side. Slater walked over to him and pushed him on his back with his foot.
Cedric started coughing blood. "Please help me."
Slater put the gun away and took out a box of cigarettes. He pulled one out and lighted it up. Then he turned around to leave.
"Justin's FBI," Cedric blurted out before he started coughing. There was so much blood and it hurt so much, he knew he needed to get to a hospital.
Slater licked his lips and stared at the man.
"I'm telling you the truth," Cedric hissed. "He got rid of my brother...just...just so he could take his place. My brother...my brother would be the one...in charge if not for him."
The blond man couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"I'll tell you more," Cedric promised. "Please...I'm telling you the truth. Help me...help me," he said before he started coughing again.
"It doesn't matter," Slater said. "You're good as dead," the man said and walked out of the room. "Shit," Slater said not sure what he was going to do with the information. In ways he considered Justin a friend but he didn't like the fact that all along the man had been lying to him. He was so lost in thought that he never saw one of Vitto's guys going into the building as he got in his car.
***
Michael bent down and caressed Brian's face. He was smiling as he looked at the brunet. "Are you asleep?" Michael asked.
"No," Brian said pulling his head away.
The dark haired man got in the bed and kneeled next to Brian. He tried to touch Brian again. Brian looked at Michael and then his eyes opened when he saw that Michael wasn't wearing a shirt.
"What are you doing?" Brian asked him.
"I'm trying to make you feel better," Michael told him and put his hand on Brian's crotch.
"Stop it!" Brian hissed.
"Oh come on," Michael said. "I know how much you like sex."
Brian was screaming in his head. He was going to vomit. "Don't touch me!" he yelled with all his might.
Michael bit his lower lip. "Are you mad at me?" he asked with a frown as he moved back a bit.
"Yes, I am," Brian told him.
"Why?" Michael asked him.
"I thought you were my friend, Michael," Brian told him.
"I am," Michael assured him. "And you know I could be much more than that."
The brunet licked his lips. "So, a friend would tie someone else up?"
Michael sighed. "Brian..."
"Would a real friend try to have sex with them while they are tied up?" Brian asked as he glared at the man. "Would they Michael?"
The dark haired man got out of the bed. "Just relax."
"You relax," Brian shouted.
Michael licked his lips. "You don't want me."
Brian swallowed and looked at his friend in the eyes. "No," he said flatly.
"But you said…" Michael said confused. "Were you lying to me?"
"Yeah, well," Brian said. "What are you going to do? Kill me? Go ahead!"
Michael opened his mouth and then closed it again. He walked over to the brunet and started untying him.
"Are you going to let me go?" Brian asked as he sat up.
"No!" Michael yelled and picked the gun from the little table. Then he pointed at Brian. "You're coming with me."
Brian's lips trembled. He wondered if he would ever see his family ever again. "You're going to kill me."
"No, we're leaving this place," Michael said. "You're just confused. You'll see that I really care about you. I know you. I know you love me, Brian."
"You're nuts!" Brian hissed.
"Don't yell at me," Michael said taking a step closer.
Brian swallowed and got out of the bed slowly. "Go ahead, Michael. Shoot me!"
"Brian, you got to relax," the man said. "You have to understand that..."
Before the man could say anything else Brian tackled him. They started fighting and the gun went off. Brian punched the man and Michael yelped. The gun fell down and they started rolling in the other direction. Brian punched Michael and the man fell to the side. The brunet tried to get up but Michael pushed him and Brian landed on his back.
Michael stood up and then ran for the gun. "Stop it!" he yelled and turned to look at the brunet while pointing the gun at him.
Brian sat up and glared at the man. "Fuck you!"
Michael sighed. "Please, just listen to me."
"No!" Brian yelled. "You've destroyed everything we ever shared. I loved you Michael."
"You did?" Michael asked lowering his gun down a bit.
"Like a brother," Brian told him and stood up. "You were my brother. You always were there for me."
Michael pointed the gun back at Brian. "You think you love Justin or that he loves you. But…"
"Stop it," Brian said grabbing the lamp next to him and throwing it at Michael.
Michael ducked and then moved forward while pointing the gun at Brian. "You need to calm down."
There was a knock on the door. They both looked at it.
"This is your fault because of the noise you're making," Michael said and walked to the door while still aiming at Brian. He only opened a bit to tell whoever it was to get lost.
Justin pushed the door hard hitting Michael. Michael took a few steps back a bit dazed after the edge of the wooden door hit him on the face. When he looked up his eyes opened wide before Justin punched him hard on his jaw. The dark haired man fell back while the gun he had in his hand fell out of reach. The metal piece slid under the bed, there was no way Michael could get it in time.
"Am I interrupting something?" Justin asked.
Michael's heartbeat accelerated so much he thought he was going to have a heart attack right there.
"Let's take it easy," Brian said knowing that Justin was beyond pissed.
Justin looked at Brian and his anger grew when he saw Brian's face and the dried blood on the man's shirt. He looked at Michael then; his eyes were filled with rage. Justin moved forward and kicked Michael on the side hard. Brian closed his eyes and moved back until he hit the wall. His heart was beating so fast and he was so scared. He didn't think he had ever been so scared in his life, not even when his father used to beat him. That was something he'd gotten used to, this was not. Michael shouted in pain; Brian jumped up and his eyes opened. He watched as Justin kicked the man twice more before grabbing him by the collar and pulling him up a bit before hitting him with the hand he was holding the gun with. Then the older man let go of Michael. The brunet released his breath; surprised that'd he'd been holding it for that long. Justin moved back a bit and put his gun back in the holster.
Michael started laughing. "Happy now?"
The older man rolled up his sleeves. "Not yet," the man replied. "We're just starting"
Brian gulped and he knew it wasn't going to be pretty.
***
Alfred was in his office looking at some papers. He was having a cigar and some coffee.
Matt came to the office and knocked on the already open door. "Boss, you got Pete wanting to come up and talk to you. He says it's important."
"Let him up," Alfred said and waited.
"Boss," Pete said as he went inside the office.
Matt went inside as well and closed the door. He stood behind Pete and waited.
"We have a problem," Pete informed his boss.
Alfred's back moved away from the back of his chair. His interest already picked. He knew he had all kinds of shit happening around him. The week before he had someone steal a shipment from him. It wasn't anything big; just three art pieces he'd managed to get from France for a very important client. Of course the man was paying him to get them, a good amount of money. They had gone through all that trouble of getting past the authorities and away from the country to then have nothing in the end. There had to be someone that was talking.
He had the problem with Tony and Justin. For some reason the older man was after Justin. He knew that Justin was trying to find out what was going on but have had no luck. So he had a few guys going after Tony from time to time to see what the man was up to. He wanted to know what the older man was planning. He wouldn't be surprised if Tony was trying to steal a big amount of money because of the information that he possessed. He knew that the man could tell Justin a lot of things that could turn things upside down for all of them. It was best if that information stayed in the past where it belong.
"Then before that was the whole thing with his son. God, he missed his boy. He knew something had happened in there. He thought that maybe J.C. had something to do with it because he was the one that came out of the whole shoot out without too much harm to himself, he'd put someone to follow the man. J.C. wasn't having any meetings with anyone except the ones that he was ordered to have by Justin. The man was pretty much at clubs going out with a different girl every week. So there was no way J.C. was planning anything, yet something fell off.
"It's about Justin," Pete told him. "That kid that you told me to keep an eye on because he was hanging with Tony told me what's going on."
Alfred stood up; he placed the cigar in his mouth and inhaled from it then he placed it in the ashtray. "Where is he?"
"He's dead," Pete said. "Slater."
Alfred sighed. "Okay, what did he say?"
"Justin's FBI," the man told his boss.
The man looked down at his desk. He stared at a picture of his family. He looked at his employee and smiled. "We'll have to take care of that now, won't we?"
Pete only nodded.