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Lance slid the blade inside the duct tape holding Greg to the chair and sliced through it just like Vince had done to Gabriella's clothing.
Picking the shirt up.out of Greg's lap and thrusting it at him, he said, "Get her the fuck out of here. I think tbat fucker's still alive, though with as hard as I hit him, his head should have come clean off."
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Greg sat there, unsure what to think about the turn of events. The cop saw Vince's body laying there and thought manslaughter at the very least. Gabriella's boyfriend couldn't help thinking, 'I hope the motherfucket's dead.'
Then everything went into slow motion from there. He heard Lance punctuate what he'd said outside about not being in Vince's pocket, but then he had a hard time interpreting things, from the shirt to the knife... He'd half expected to feel that knife thrust into his body, helpless to do anything about it.
Aside from the betrayal of Vince, everything else leaned toward behavior that had landed him taped into a chsir, unable to do anything to save his girlfriend from being raped once more by the man that had molested her years earlier. Not only that, but he expected to have to sit there and witness his girlfriend also violated by a man he'd once thought of as some degree of friend.
To feel the restraints removed was a relief, but a shock as well. The look on Lance's face said he meant what he said, but it went against expectations that had built up ovet the last half hour or so, and had become pretty damn well ingrained in that short amount of time.
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"Didn't you hear me? Greg, fuck it, get up and get out of here!"
Lance started to shake the cop to get him out of whatever manner of catatonia he'd fallen into...
***
"Greg!"
Lance's voice finally seeped through, and Greg got up, took the shirt and dug in his pocket, finally withdrawing a key, with which he unlocked Gabriella's cuffs.
Lifting her off the bed, he set her on her feet and draped Lance's shirt over her almost naked body.
As he started out the door with Gabriella in tow, Lance shouted, "Hey, you wouldn't have a spsre set of cuffs on you?"
They'd only taken Greg's pistol. They hadn't emptied his pockets. He tossed a set of handcuffs to Lance.
Without comment, he picked up Gabriella and carried her to his car...
Picking the shirt up.out of Greg's lap and thrusting it at him, he said, "Get her the fuck out of here. I think tbat fucker's still alive, though with as hard as I hit him, his head should have come clean off."
***
Greg sat there, unsure what to think about the turn of events. The cop saw Vince's body laying there and thought manslaughter at the very least. Gabriella's boyfriend couldn't help thinking, 'I hope the motherfucket's dead.'
Then everything went into slow motion from there. He heard Lance punctuate what he'd said outside about not being in Vince's pocket, but then he had a hard time interpreting things, from the shirt to the knife... He'd half expected to feel that knife thrust into his body, helpless to do anything about it.
Aside from the betrayal of Vince, everything else leaned toward behavior that had landed him taped into a chsir, unable to do anything to save his girlfriend from being raped once more by the man that had molested her years earlier. Not only that, but he expected to have to sit there and witness his girlfriend also violated by a man he'd once thought of as some degree of friend.
To feel the restraints removed was a relief, but a shock as well. The look on Lance's face said he meant what he said, but it went against expectations that had built up ovet the last half hour or so, and had become pretty damn well ingrained in that short amount of time.
***
"Didn't you hear me? Greg, fuck it, get up and get out of here!"
Lance started to shake the cop to get him out of whatever manner of catatonia he'd fallen into...
***
"Greg!"
Lance's voice finally seeped through, and Greg got up, took the shirt and dug in his pocket, finally withdrawing a key, with which he unlocked Gabriella's cuffs.
Lifting her off the bed, he set her on her feet and draped Lance's shirt over her almost naked body.
As he started out the door with Gabriella in tow, Lance shouted, "Hey, you wouldn't have a spsre set of cuffs on you?"
They'd only taken Greg's pistol. They hadn't emptied his pockets. He tossed a set of handcuffs to Lance.
Without comment, he picked up Gabriella and carried her to his car...
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Once freed and on her feet she tried to put as much distance as possible between herself and Vince and Lance. She almost was impressed with the baseball bat hit but still she was in a panic as old as her early years.
Greg...
She curled close against him as he lifted her up and buried her face in his neck trying to block it all out.
Greg...
She curled close against him as he lifted her up and buried her face in his neck trying to block it all out.
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As he carried Gabriella out of the house and to freedom, Greg wondered at the shuddering, frail little form that clung to him like a baby. While he'd seen a part of this before when she'd had her breakdowns, now he knew: this was the true Gabriella. The tough shell was merely a cage she'd put around this vulnerability, this bundle of fear that was at her core. While some weakness was expected, even kind of sexy in a woman, this was just scary. Greg both wondered and didn't want to know what it was Lance was doing in there right now with Vince's unconscious body.
Gingerly, he lowered Gabriella into the car and buckled her in. He leaned down and kissed her, a kiss she did not return. He caressed her face and whispered, "You're safe now."
When she just stared at him, Greg shook his head and closed the door, then got in and drove.
Gingerly, he lowered Gabriella into the car and buckled her in. He leaned down and kissed her, a kiss she did not return. He caressed her face and whispered, "You're safe now."
When she just stared at him, Greg shook his head and closed the door, then got in and drove.
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She had been through a lot in a short time. Her mind dragged to the past... Placed in a situation that would terrify most people first nearly being raped and having someone possibly killed right on top of her. There was only so much even the toughest of systems could take. She needed distance from it all to get back to the real her. To find that well trained woman taught to survive anything.
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Greg drove Gabriella to her place, where he helped her inside, then took her to the bathroom. There, he stripped off the clothing she had remaining, and while she waited on the toilet, he got undressed, too. He then led her into the shower and gently and tenderly bathed her. He dried her carefully, then put her to bed. He laid with her for a while, letting her cling to him as much as she liked.
Eventually, though, he told her, "I'm going to go. I know it's well past closing time, but if Lance is going to turn up anywhere right now, it's going to be there. I want to know what he did with Vince."
He dressed, then leaned over and kissed Gabriella. "I love you, and I'll be back soon. You just rest."
Eventually, though, he told her, "I'm going to go. I know it's well past closing time, but if Lance is going to turn up anywhere right now, it's going to be there. I want to know what he did with Vince."
He dressed, then leaned over and kissed Gabriella. "I love you, and I'll be back soon. You just rest."
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Greg kissed Gabriella one more time. "I'll tell him the story on the way. You take it easy, okay?"
He then left, stopping at the bedroom doorway to look back one more time.
Just before he started the car, he dialed the number Alexi had given him. When the gruff voice of Gabriella's adoptive uncle answered, Greg assured him he wasn't calling for help from the family, then proceeded to describe what had gone down. Just before he hung up, he informed the older man that he was heading out to find out from Lance just what he'd done with Vince after Greg and Gabriella had left.
Alexi's response was terse, as if he wasn't so sure all was well.
"You still call for help if something else happens. Okay?"
Greg agreed, "I will, Alexi, I will." He then ended the call as he pulled into the parking lot next to Lance's place.
As suspected, there was a light on in the office. Greg let himself in the back door, then knocked lightly on the office door.
"It all taken care of?"
Greg was surprised, seeing Lance sitting there, as there was a bottle of whiskey sitting on the desk with the cap off, and the dregs of at least one glass sat next to it.
"Yeah," Lance chuckled grimly. "I got him done up good." He picked up the glass and drained it, then poured another.
As Lance told his story, Greg sat down to listen.
"Got the heavy son of a bitch up off the floor and on the bed. After I locked his hands to the headboard like he did to Gabriella, I got thinking. Fucker wanted to make me his bitch, I figured I could do him one better.
"You know I ain't into guys, so that's not what this was, but I laid it to him good. Fucked the bastard's asshole till I filled it up, then wiped myself off using his clothes. Then, just to make sure he didn't get away, I used that extra set of cuffs you gave me and cuffed his fucking package to the bed, too. Fucker ain't gonna get away too goddamn easy without ripping his balls off.
"On the way out, I made a call to 911 and left an anonymous tip. Been here about an hour now, trying to drink the memory of the night away.
"Sorry for braining you back there, but I was messed up. Wasn't really sure what I was gonna do till it happened.
"Still, I showed that fucker Lance Deacon ain't his 'boy'..."
Through it all, not really a mention of Gabriella and going in to save her. Lance's "change of heart" was really him rebelling against the idea that he was in Vince's pocket. The result was the same, but still, it just proved that Lance was really mainly out for Lance, and if anybody else got in the way, fuck 'em. Greg really didn't expect anything particularly altruistic, but Lance had gotten them out of there at least, so that was something, however small.
When Lance finished, he downed another glass of golden liquid and set the glass on the desk.
"So, Vince is taken care of, then?" Greg tried to verify.
Lance laughed, "Like I said, he'd really have to be one bad motherfucker to get out of the pickle I put him in."
"So you didn't wait till the police got there?"
"Fuck no," Lance scoffed. "Last thing I want is for the cops to bust in and find me there with a naked guy handcuffed to the bed."
Greg sighed. "So, you have no idea whether Vince is really in custody or not, then." It wasn't a question.
"Well, hell no, but there's no goddamn way he was getting out of that. His fucking balls were handcuffed to the bed, for chrissakes!"
Greg got up without speaking. Lance was drunk and patting himself on the back for what had gone on, ignoring the pieces of it all that he brought on in the first place. He waved without turning as he left the bar, got in his car and headed back to Gabriella's.
Instead of climbing in bed with her, he set up a chair by the bed and fell asleep watching over her.
He then left, stopping at the bedroom doorway to look back one more time.
Just before he started the car, he dialed the number Alexi had given him. When the gruff voice of Gabriella's adoptive uncle answered, Greg assured him he wasn't calling for help from the family, then proceeded to describe what had gone down. Just before he hung up, he informed the older man that he was heading out to find out from Lance just what he'd done with Vince after Greg and Gabriella had left.
Alexi's response was terse, as if he wasn't so sure all was well.
"You still call for help if something else happens. Okay?"
Greg agreed, "I will, Alexi, I will." He then ended the call as he pulled into the parking lot next to Lance's place.
As suspected, there was a light on in the office. Greg let himself in the back door, then knocked lightly on the office door.
"It all taken care of?"
Greg was surprised, seeing Lance sitting there, as there was a bottle of whiskey sitting on the desk with the cap off, and the dregs of at least one glass sat next to it.
"Yeah," Lance chuckled grimly. "I got him done up good." He picked up the glass and drained it, then poured another.
As Lance told his story, Greg sat down to listen.
"Got the heavy son of a bitch up off the floor and on the bed. After I locked his hands to the headboard like he did to Gabriella, I got thinking. Fucker wanted to make me his bitch, I figured I could do him one better.
"You know I ain't into guys, so that's not what this was, but I laid it to him good. Fucked the bastard's asshole till I filled it up, then wiped myself off using his clothes. Then, just to make sure he didn't get away, I used that extra set of cuffs you gave me and cuffed his fucking package to the bed, too. Fucker ain't gonna get away too goddamn easy without ripping his balls off.
"On the way out, I made a call to 911 and left an anonymous tip. Been here about an hour now, trying to drink the memory of the night away.
"Sorry for braining you back there, but I was messed up. Wasn't really sure what I was gonna do till it happened.
"Still, I showed that fucker Lance Deacon ain't his 'boy'..."
Through it all, not really a mention of Gabriella and going in to save her. Lance's "change of heart" was really him rebelling against the idea that he was in Vince's pocket. The result was the same, but still, it just proved that Lance was really mainly out for Lance, and if anybody else got in the way, fuck 'em. Greg really didn't expect anything particularly altruistic, but Lance had gotten them out of there at least, so that was something, however small.
When Lance finished, he downed another glass of golden liquid and set the glass on the desk.
"So, Vince is taken care of, then?" Greg tried to verify.
Lance laughed, "Like I said, he'd really have to be one bad motherfucker to get out of the pickle I put him in."
"So you didn't wait till the police got there?"
"Fuck no," Lance scoffed. "Last thing I want is for the cops to bust in and find me there with a naked guy handcuffed to the bed."
Greg sighed. "So, you have no idea whether Vince is really in custody or not, then." It wasn't a question.
"Well, hell no, but there's no goddamn way he was getting out of that. His fucking balls were handcuffed to the bed, for chrissakes!"
Greg got up without speaking. Lance was drunk and patting himself on the back for what had gone on, ignoring the pieces of it all that he brought on in the first place. He waved without turning as he left the bar, got in his car and headed back to Gabriella's.
Instead of climbing in bed with her, he set up a chair by the bed and fell asleep watching over her.
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Greg sat and watched, sat and snoozed, sat and watched. There was one particularly turbulent time where Gabriella had to be dreaming, and she had to be dreaming about Vince. He wanted to crawl into bed and hold her, but figured that if she awoke at all to find herself restrained in any way, she'd interpret it immediately as her dream being real. There was no way for him to comfort her dreams. That would be something for Time to take care of.
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Greg nearly jumped out of his chair when Gabriella almost leaped from the bed, screaming his name. The terror on her face told him something horrific had happened in her dream, and it most likely had happened to him.
Rushing to her, he placed himself so she could see it was him.
"It's okay, baby. It's okay. I'm fine. I'm right here. It was just a dream: a horrible, terrible dream."
Rushing to her, he placed himself so she could see it was him.
"It's okay, baby. It's okay. I'm fine. I'm right here. It was just a dream: a horrible, terrible dream."
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Greg grabbed Gabriella tight, with no intention of letting go for quite a while. He felt her hands roaming his body, not sensually, but like she was testing for injuries. When she found him completely intact, her arms slammed around his body in a death grip.
"It's okay," Greg whispered. "I'm okay. It's going to be alright. Vince is taken care of. Lance told me the story. I'll tell you later. Just relax and rest. Don't give any more thought to it for now."
"It's okay," Greg whispered. "I'm okay. It's going to be alright. Vince is taken care of. Lance told me the story. I'll tell you later. Just relax and rest. Don't give any more thought to it for now."
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Gabriella's relief was complete. In her mind, with what had happened, Vince was in custody and would be no concern anymore. However, since Lance had busted ass getting out of there before the police arrived, he would have to confirm.
"I'll check for sure when I get in to work." He then related the story Lance had told him about what had transpired after Greg had carried Gabriella away.
When he was finished, he told her, "So, from what Lance said, the likelihood is very good that Vince is out of the picture, but I want to be sure. Sorry I can't be more confident at this point."
"I'll check for sure when I get in to work." He then related the story Lance had told him about what had transpired after Greg had carried Gabriella away.
When he was finished, he told her, "So, from what Lance said, the likelihood is very good that Vince is out of the picture, but I want to be sure. Sorry I can't be more confident at this point."
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