Jason hurried down the hall, the others close behind. When he reached the
apartment where the shout had originated he paused. He leaned close to the
door and listened.
With the help of Zander, Elizabeth was able to sit up. There was a large red welt on her cheek and her bottom lip was busted, covered with dried blood. "I'm sorry that I lost my temper." Zander fingered the cheek that he'd hit.
Elizabeth yanked her head back from his touch and stared at him venomously. "Don't touch me." Zander smiled condescendingly. "How exactly do you plan to stop me?" He asked, his voice low and dangerous.
Having heard enough, Jason kicked the door in and rushed forward. He yanked Zander away from Elizabeth and pushed him into the wall. Holding him in place with one arm across his throat.
Francis, Johnny and Sonny raced into the room. "Francis, Johnny, take Elizabeth back to the penthouse." Sonny ordered. Francis cut the rope that bound her and helped her to her feet.
Jason glanced over his shoulder to make sure that Elizabeth was safely out of the room. When he was sure that she was gone he turned his attention back to Zander. Jason's face was terrifyingly calm. And Zander knew that this was the last breath that he would ever take.
An hour later, Elizabeth was pacing the floors in Jason's apartment. When she finally heard him turn the knob she leapt towards him and threw her arms around his neck. For a minute the two stood, holding on to each other for dear life.
"I was so scared that I'd lost you." Jason admitted, still hugging her tightly. "When Francis called me and said that you had been taken . I've never felt that kind of pain before. It was worse than getting shot."
Elizabeth remembered when he had gotten shot, she'd almost lost him then. And as she thought of all the times that she'd pushed him away, she clung tighter to him. She'd almost lost her chance with Jason, but she wasn't going to lose him now.
She knew that there would be times that she wouldn't be able to know where he was, or what he was doing. And she knew that she wouldn't always like that. But the good far outweighed the bad as far as she was concerned.
She leaned back slightly so that she could look into his eyes, her arms still securely locked around him. "I love you Jason. And I am so thankful that I have someone like you in my life. I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm glad. I have never been as happy and complete in my life as I am right now, in your arms."
She slid her hand up from the base of his neck and pulled his head down until his lips met hers.
It started out as a gentle kiss, but quickly took on a whole new direction. The longing, the pain, and the fear driving them to breathless intimacy. When the need for air outweighed their passion they both pulled back slightly.
It was then that Elizabeth noticed that Jason had a small cut over his left eye. "Jason, you're hurt." She said frowning. "It's nothing." He said shaking his head. "Well aren't you macho." She said with a small smile.
Pulling away from him Elizabeth went in search of a first aid kit. "I'm fine." He insisted. "Don't argue with me." She called out, still searching for the first aid kit. "Would it do any good?" He asked when she came back into the room holding the kit in her hands. "Exactly." She said coming to a stop in front of him, her eyes sparkling.
THE END
With the help of Zander, Elizabeth was able to sit up. There was a large red welt on her cheek and her bottom lip was busted, covered with dried blood. "I'm sorry that I lost my temper." Zander fingered the cheek that he'd hit.
Elizabeth yanked her head back from his touch and stared at him venomously. "Don't touch me." Zander smiled condescendingly. "How exactly do you plan to stop me?" He asked, his voice low and dangerous.
Having heard enough, Jason kicked the door in and rushed forward. He yanked Zander away from Elizabeth and pushed him into the wall. Holding him in place with one arm across his throat.
Francis, Johnny and Sonny raced into the room. "Francis, Johnny, take Elizabeth back to the penthouse." Sonny ordered. Francis cut the rope that bound her and helped her to her feet.
Jason glanced over his shoulder to make sure that Elizabeth was safely out of the room. When he was sure that she was gone he turned his attention back to Zander. Jason's face was terrifyingly calm. And Zander knew that this was the last breath that he would ever take.
An hour later, Elizabeth was pacing the floors in Jason's apartment. When she finally heard him turn the knob she leapt towards him and threw her arms around his neck. For a minute the two stood, holding on to each other for dear life.
"I was so scared that I'd lost you." Jason admitted, still hugging her tightly. "When Francis called me and said that you had been taken . I've never felt that kind of pain before. It was worse than getting shot."
Elizabeth remembered when he had gotten shot, she'd almost lost him then. And as she thought of all the times that she'd pushed him away, she clung tighter to him. She'd almost lost her chance with Jason, but she wasn't going to lose him now.
She knew that there would be times that she wouldn't be able to know where he was, or what he was doing. And she knew that she wouldn't always like that. But the good far outweighed the bad as far as she was concerned.
She leaned back slightly so that she could look into his eyes, her arms still securely locked around him. "I love you Jason. And I am so thankful that I have someone like you in my life. I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm glad. I have never been as happy and complete in my life as I am right now, in your arms."
She slid her hand up from the base of his neck and pulled his head down until his lips met hers.
It started out as a gentle kiss, but quickly took on a whole new direction. The longing, the pain, and the fear driving them to breathless intimacy. When the need for air outweighed their passion they both pulled back slightly.
It was then that Elizabeth noticed that Jason had a small cut over his left eye. "Jason, you're hurt." She said frowning. "It's nothing." He said shaking his head. "Well aren't you macho." She said with a small smile.
Pulling away from him Elizabeth went in search of a first aid kit. "I'm fine." He insisted. "Don't argue with me." She called out, still searching for the first aid kit. "Would it do any good?" He asked when she came back into the room holding the kit in her hands. "Exactly." She said coming to a stop in front of him, her eyes sparkling.
THE END