Smolder Lane Part IX
*Sequel to Smolder Lane. The sisters, their husbands, and Taylor venture to the wild world of Las Vegas. What they do not anticipate is some unexpected drama.***NOTE: This is a fun, cracky fic meant to make your sides hurt. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. END NOTE. **
“Looks like we need a plane of our own…” Caroline says aloud.
“I can help with that,” the airport worker says meekly.
“Well, don’t just stand there! Get on it!” Jlyn snaps.
“Jlyn has gone into BAMF mode…” LOTSLove snickers as the lady types.
“Surely we can get a private jet for Orlando Bloom, Robert Pattinson, Brendan Fraser, Criag Horner, and Taylor Lautner?” Caroline looks at the woman.
“Oh! I thought it was all of you! But I did not think I could have such luck!” The woman blushes.
“Someone throw her a smolder,” LOTSLove whispers.
“On it,” Taylor steps up.
“Oh no. Not him. We’re going to end up on mountain goats…” Jlyn shakes her head.
“Hi there,” Taylor winks at the woman who blushes again.
“Holy shit, its working,” Caroline grimaces.
“Think we could get a plane to save our friend from a super Casanova?” Taylor bats his eyes at her.
“I do have a jet that has not been claimed for today. I will see if the pilots can get it ready,” the woman smiles and picks up the phone.
“Well, look at you,” Craig laughs.
“Alright, one point for Taylor,” Brendan adds.
“I think more like 100 points!” Taylor counters.
“Don’t push it,” Jlyn mumbles.
“What are we going to do about clothes and things?” LOTSLove asks.
“I’ll extend our hotel reservations and we can buy new things in New York,” Orlando takes out his phone to call.
“I do like shopping!” LOTSLove grins.
“If we’re not careful we may be shopping for a high powered gun,” Brendan growls.
“We’re not killing anyone,” Rob interjects. “But I am not against torture.”
“Oh, what kind of torture?” Jlyn beams.
“Alright, save it for the bedroom,” LOTSLove rolls her eyes.
“Okay,” the woman hangs up the phone. “The plane will be ready in thirty minutes. They will call me when I can bring you out,” she tells them.
“Thank you,” Craig tells her.
“Let’s eat something, who knows what we will face in New York,” Rob instructs them. They nod in agreement and head for the food court.
***
Evie hates to admit the dress is pretty and she likes the shoes. So she puts on her best frown and emerges from her room.
“Well, look at you,” Chris smiles. Evie huffs and sits on the couch. “I know you like it, even though you are frowning.”
“Do not,” Evie crosses her arms.
“This will all make sense shortly,” he tells her.
“I don’t like surprises,” Evie turns to him. “Tell me!”
“No,” he responds flatly. Evie sighs and drinks more champagne.
“Maybe this will be easier if I am intoxicated,” Evie mumbles.
“Not easier for you, but maybe easier for me,” he replies. Evie gulps and sets the champagne down.
“Have you heard from your contact on my husband and friends?” Evie asks.
“Yes. They are safe. They actually got out of the warehouse on their own and the cops arrived and took care of the rest,” he tells her.
“Oh! Thank the spirits!” Evie rejoices.
“No, more like thank me,” Chris says.
“Yes,” Evie sighs. “Thank you.”
“They probably would have died. That captain had thirty more armed men outside the warehouse,” he reads from his phone.
“Holy shit,” Evie blanches. “They would have died.”
“It was a likely chance,” Chris looks at her. “That captain was already wanted for multiple murders on the island he is from.” The realization hit Evie. Chris saved her husband and her friends. They all could have been dead if he had not kidnapped her.
“Thank you,” Evie begins to cry.
“Hey now, no crying,” Chris hands her a tissue. Evie throws her arms around Chris. “Thank you for saving Brendan and my friends,” she whispers.
“Anything for you,” he whispers in response. Evie also realized she owed him these twenty four hours. But how would she explain this all to Brendan?
***
The eight friends board the small jet plane and take off for New York City. A long plane ride it would seem. Who know what Chris and Evie were up to?
“Leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again,” Jlyn starts singing. The others openly star at her. “I really need Evie back!” Jlyn pouts.
“Don’t get too anxious, we don’t even know where to begin. New York is a huge city,” Brendan sighs.
“Well, let’s think like Chris,” Robs suggests.
“If we were rich and powerful with a feisty brunette, where would we go?” Caroline adds.
“Well he can afford anything…” Craig thinks aloud.
“Definitely something private then,” Orlando nods in agreement.
“But what? A Broadway show? Dinner in the statue of Liberty’s crown?” Jlyn scoffs.
“What is the most expensive thing you can do in New York?” LOTSLove asks.
“Probably a private boat ride around Manhattan under the stars,” Brendan laughs. They all go silent and ponder this.
“That’s possible,” Rob agrees.
“How the hell are we going to find a private boat?” Caroline asks.
“How the hell would anyone find a private boat?” Jlyn adds.
“That just may be his plan,” Brendan growls.
“But why New York? You could go to Florida or even California,” Orlando says.
“That is a good question,” Rob ponders this.
“There is something we are missing,” Jlyn replies.
“But what?” Rob looks at his wife.
“I don’t know,” Jlyn sighs.
“He is trying to make her see what kind of life she could have with him,” Taylor pipes up.
“What?” Craig furrows his brow.
“He wants to show her that he is better than you,” Taylor shrugs. “Hasn’t that been his game the whole time?”
“Holy crap, the dog is right,” Jlyn is surprised.
“Don’t the museums there have all kinds of Egyptian artifacts?” LOTSLove adds. “Evie likes Egpyt.”
“He is trying to one up you,” Taylor says again.
“That is how the cops found us!” Caroline yells. “Chris must have tracked us!”
“That makes sense!” Rob agrees. “So he thinks he saved us.”
“Oh dear spirits, Evie probably believes it too,” Brendan ran his hands through his hair in frustration. This plane was not moving fast enough for him.
***
“We’re here!” Chris nudges Evie from her hold on him to look out the window.
“I always wanted to come here with Brendan,” she smiles at the city lights below.
“This is my twenty four hours, remember?” Chris tone hardens.
“Sorry,” Evie frowns and sits back down.
“Once we land, we are going to a museum. I have a surprise for you there,” he smiles at her.
“A surprise?” Evie raises an eyebrow.
“I think you’ll enjoy it,” he winks.
“Well, if you can’t beat them might as well join them,” Evie whispers to herself. Twenty four hours wouldn’t be so bad, would it?
***
“Looks like we need a plane of our own…” Caroline says aloud.
“I can help with that,” the airport worker says meekly.
“Well, don’t just stand there! Get on it!” Jlyn snaps.
“Jlyn has gone into BAMF mode…” LOTSLove snickers as the lady types.
“Surely we can get a private jet for Orlando Bloom, Robert Pattinson, Brendan Fraser, Criag Horner, and Taylor Lautner?” Caroline looks at the woman.
“Oh! I thought it was all of you! But I did not think I could have such luck!” The woman blushes.
“Someone throw her a smolder,” LOTSLove whispers.
“On it,” Taylor steps up.
“Oh no. Not him. We’re going to end up on mountain goats…” Jlyn shakes her head.
“Hi there,” Taylor winks at the woman who blushes again.
“Holy shit, its working,” Caroline grimaces.
“Think we could get a plane to save our friend from a super Casanova?” Taylor bats his eyes at her.
“I do have a jet that has not been claimed for today. I will see if the pilots can get it ready,” the woman smiles and picks up the phone.
“Well, look at you,” Craig laughs.
“Alright, one point for Taylor,” Brendan adds.
“I think more like 100 points!” Taylor counters.
“Don’t push it,” Jlyn mumbles.
“What are we going to do about clothes and things?” LOTSLove asks.
“I’ll extend our hotel reservations and we can buy new things in New York,” Orlando takes out his phone to call.
“I do like shopping!” LOTSLove grins.
“If we’re not careful we may be shopping for a high powered gun,” Brendan growls.
“We’re not killing anyone,” Rob interjects. “But I am not against torture.”
“Oh, what kind of torture?” Jlyn beams.
“Alright, save it for the bedroom,” LOTSLove rolls her eyes.
“Okay,” the woman hangs up the phone. “The plane will be ready in thirty minutes. They will call me when I can bring you out,” she tells them.
“Thank you,” Craig tells her.
“Let’s eat something, who knows what we will face in New York,” Rob instructs them. They nod in agreement and head for the food court.
***
Evie hates to admit the dress is pretty and she likes the shoes. So she puts on her best frown and emerges from her room.
“Well, look at you,” Chris smiles. Evie huffs and sits on the couch. “I know you like it, even though you are frowning.”
“Do not,” Evie crosses her arms.
“This will all make sense shortly,” he tells her.
“I don’t like surprises,” Evie turns to him. “Tell me!”
“No,” he responds flatly. Evie sighs and drinks more champagne.
“Maybe this will be easier if I am intoxicated,” Evie mumbles.
“Not easier for you, but maybe easier for me,” he replies. Evie gulps and sets the champagne down.
“Have you heard from your contact on my husband and friends?” Evie asks.
“Yes. They are safe. They actually got out of the warehouse on their own and the cops arrived and took care of the rest,” he tells her.
“Oh! Thank the spirits!” Evie rejoices.
“No, more like thank me,” Chris says.
“Yes,” Evie sighs. “Thank you.”
“They probably would have died. That captain had thirty more armed men outside the warehouse,” he reads from his phone.
“Holy shit,” Evie blanches. “They would have died.”
“It was a likely chance,” Chris looks at her. “That captain was already wanted for multiple murders on the island he is from.” The realization hit Evie. Chris saved her husband and her friends. They all could have been dead if he had not kidnapped her.
“Thank you,” Evie begins to cry.
“Hey now, no crying,” Chris hands her a tissue. Evie throws her arms around Chris. “Thank you for saving Brendan and my friends,” she whispers.
“Anything for you,” he whispers in response. Evie also realized she owed him these twenty four hours. But how would she explain this all to Brendan?
***
The eight friends board the small jet plane and take off for New York City. A long plane ride it would seem. Who know what Chris and Evie were up to?
“Leaving on a jet plane, don’t know when I’ll be back again,” Jlyn starts singing. The others openly star at her. “I really need Evie back!” Jlyn pouts.
“Don’t get too anxious, we don’t even know where to begin. New York is a huge city,” Brendan sighs.
“Well, let’s think like Chris,” Robs suggests.
“If we were rich and powerful with a feisty brunette, where would we go?” Caroline adds.
“Well he can afford anything…” Craig thinks aloud.
“Definitely something private then,” Orlando nods in agreement.
“But what? A Broadway show? Dinner in the statue of Liberty’s crown?” Jlyn scoffs.
“What is the most expensive thing you can do in New York?” LOTSLove asks.
“Probably a private boat ride around Manhattan under the stars,” Brendan laughs. They all go silent and ponder this.
“That’s possible,” Rob agrees.
“How the hell are we going to find a private boat?” Caroline asks.
“How the hell would anyone find a private boat?” Jlyn adds.
“That just may be his plan,” Brendan growls.
“But why New York? You could go to Florida or even California,” Orlando says.
“That is a good question,” Rob ponders this.
“There is something we are missing,” Jlyn replies.
“But what?” Rob looks at his wife.
“I don’t know,” Jlyn sighs.
“He is trying to make her see what kind of life she could have with him,” Taylor pipes up.
“What?” Craig furrows his brow.
“He wants to show her that he is better than you,” Taylor shrugs. “Hasn’t that been his game the whole time?”
“Holy crap, the dog is right,” Jlyn is surprised.
“Don’t the museums there have all kinds of Egyptian artifacts?” LOTSLove adds. “Evie likes Egpyt.”
“He is trying to one up you,” Taylor says again.
“That is how the cops found us!” Caroline yells. “Chris must have tracked us!”
“That makes sense!” Rob agrees. “So he thinks he saved us.”
“Oh dear spirits, Evie probably believes it too,” Brendan ran his hands through his hair in frustration. This plane was not moving fast enough for him.
***
“We’re here!” Chris nudges Evie from her hold on him to look out the window.
“I always wanted to come here with Brendan,” she smiles at the city lights below.
“This is my twenty four hours, remember?” Chris tone hardens.
“Sorry,” Evie frowns and sits back down.
“Once we land, we are going to a museum. I have a surprise for you there,” he smiles at her.
“A surprise?” Evie raises an eyebrow.
“I think you’ll enjoy it,” he winks.
“Well, if you can’t beat them might as well join them,” Evie whispers to herself. Twenty four hours wouldn’t be so bad, would it?
***