"Looks like there's been a change of plans."  Chris said, turning towards Michelle and winking.  "Seems as if my little acquisition of you has upset your boyfriend.  Guess I'm going to have to find something else to do with you." 

"How about stopping this car and letting me out!"

"Now why in the hell would I do that?  I mean, come on now.  I'm sure we can find something fun to do while we wait for Wade to calm his ass down."

"I'm sure we can't." she said, quickly growing uncomfortable with the way he was looking at her.

"Well, we'll just see about that." he said, shifting gears as he sped up.  "You like to live on the edge Michelle?  Walk that thin line between doing what you know is right and doing what feels right?"

Noticing that this guy was getting some sort of thrill from watching her reactions, Michelle tried to take a deep breath and relax.  He was clearly trying to break her down simply for a good laugh.

"Sure.  Doesn't everyone?"  she replied, lying through her teeth. 

"Actually, no.  That's the sad thing.  See, I happen to think that the more dangerous something is, the greater the rush." he said, pressing down on the clutch and shifting gears once again. 

After looking down at the speedometer, Michelle began to panic.  For someone driving around with a girl handcuffed to his car and a gun under the seat, you would think he would have been a little more cautious and law abiding, but he wasn't. He didn't care about anything or anyone but himself.  It was like he thought he was untouchable. It was at that point that she knew the guy was completely insane. 

"Do you want me to slow down?"  he asked, turning to face her.  "If so, all you have to do is tell me."

Feeling as if she was being tested, Michelle just sat there and said nothing.  It was obvious to her what he was doing.  She had walked the same path with Wade many times.  He just wanted her to tell him to slow down so he could tell her no. This was a full blown power trip for him and she knew it.

"Michelle? Do you want me to slow down?"  he said, coldly glancing over at her.  "No, wait.  Maybe you want to go a little faster.  Is that it?"  he said, shifting gears one more time.

Now fearing for her safety, Michelle had no choice but to speak up.  This was getting out of control.

"No!  Slow down!  Please!"  she said, tears filling her eyes.

Letting off of the accelerator, Chris slowed down and after a few more blocks turned down a residential street.

"See how easy that was?"  he laughed. 

"Fuck you!"  she snapped back, fear quickly turning in to anger over the game he was playing with her. 

"Aww, how sweet.  We've known each other for such a short period of time and already you are offering yourself to me.  Did Wade get it that easy too?"

Biting her bottom lip to keep herself from saying anything more, Michelle turned the other way and looked out the window as he laughed.  He was right.  They had know each other for only a short period of time, but in that time she grew to despise everything about him.  Especially the smug grin he now had plastered across his face.

After a few minutes, Chris pulled in to the driveway of a house and parked his car.

"Ah, home sweet home." he said, as he turned off the ignition and began searching his keys for the one to unlock the handcuffs. "You know, someone once told me that life is what you make it.  Might be something to think about while you're in my house."

Once Chris removed the handcuffs, he slid them in his back pocket.

"Just in case." he said, offering her a sinister smile as he got out of the car.

As Michelle watched him walk around the back of the car, she knew that this would probably be the only opportunity she was going to get to get away.  After locking her door, Michelle quickly slid across the center console of the car and over to the drivers seat.  She knew the second Chris bent down to open her door that she needed to make a run for it.

"Let's go my dear, time's a wasting."  he said, grabbing a hold of the door handle and pulling it open. 

Seizing the moment, Michelle threw the drivers side door open and jumped out.  Before Chris could realize what was going on, Michelle was almost at the end of the driveway.

"You little bitch!"

Knowing he wouldn't be able to get to her before she reached the street, Chris ran back around to the drivers side of his car and jumped in.

"So, this is how you want to do things?"  he said, starting up his car.  "Fine by me.  We'll play your way." 

After putting the car in reverse, Chris looked back over his shoulder and stepped on the gas.  He was determined to get her before she even made it to the end of his property. 

Sharply cutting the wheel as he exited his driveway, Chris was now ready to take off down the street and enjoy every minute of this cat and mouse game.

"Man this brings back memories." he said, shifting the car back in to drive and heading the street after Michelle. "I actually kinda miss it."

As Chris got closer, he quickly scanned the houses around him to make sure he didn't have an audience watching the events unfold before them.  This needed to go down with as little witnesses as possible.

After stopping a few feet ahead of her, Chris threw his car in park and jumped out.  He knew by the look in her eyes when she saw him coming that she wasn't going to come quietly.  That just made it that much more fun for him.  He always loved a good fight.

"Where you going baby girl?" 

"GET AWAY FROM ME!!  I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU COME ANY CLOSER I'M GOING TO SCREAM!"

"Who do you think is going to hear you?  I don't see anyone around." he said, looking to each side of the street.  "Do you?"

As she continued to back away from him, Michelle noticed in fact that he was right.  The neighborhood was eerily silent and the only people that appeared to be on the street were them. 

"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!"

Not answering her question, Chris suddenly began grinning ear to ear.  Little did she know that Chris's best friend and business partner had just walked up behind her.

"Need some help man?"

Hearing a voice come from over her shoulder, Michelle quickly spun around.

"Not that I'm not happy to see you man, but where the hell did you come from?"  Chris said laughing.

"Your house.  I was dropping some stuff off inside when I saw the little fiasco in the driveway. So, do you need some help?"

"Actually....yeah.  See Michelle here doesn't enjoy my company.  Problem is, I can't let her leave and she is really starting to piss me off."

"You want me to take her back to the house?" he said, draping his arm over her shoulder. 

"Yeah man.  Take her ass back up there for me."  Chris growled, staring her down.

After shaking his head, Chris straightened his clothes out and headed back to his car.  He couldn't believe that this innocent looking little thing was giving him this much trouble. 

"Man!" Jackson said, turning to face Michelle.  "You see that right there." he said, pointing out the fact that Chris had just slammed his door. "That tells me that you're in some serious shit.  What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything!  I don't even know why I'm here!"  she said, almost begging for some sort of sympathy from him. "Please, just let me go!"

"Sorry, but I can't do that.  If Chris says he wants you back at the house, then that's where you are going.  You know, to be honest, I think it would be in your best interest if you just head back to the house with me anyway.  I hate watching Chris handle things his way.  He tends to be a little hostile, if you know what I mean."

As Chris drove back past them, he gritted his teeth and signaled for Jackson to get her back to the house.  He hadn't expected to get this fired up because of her, but now that he had, it was driving his crazy.  This wasn't something he was used to dealing with.

"Look, a word of advice.  Work with him, not against him.  It goes a lot better that way."

"What the hell are you talking about?!"  she yelled, as Jackson escorted her back up the driveway.

"Here ya go."  he said, giving her a slight push over to where Chris was anxiously waiting.  "What happened with this one?  Couldn't pay her tab?"

"No, this one isn't even mine!"  he said, grabbing Michelle by the back of her neck and bending her over the hood of the car as she screamed out.  "This is Robson's little bitch!" he said, quickly forcing her arms behind her back and fastening them with the handcuffs he pulled from his back pocket.

"Wait a minute. Robson?  Wade Robson?" 

"Yeah."  Chris replied, pulling her back up by her hair.  "Nice piece of ass, don't ya think?"  he said, checking her out once again.  "He sure knows how to pick them."

"Chris!  Are you fuckin crazy?!"

Offering Jackson a look of disbelief for making such a statement, Chris just tightened his grip on Michelle and proceeded to walk her up to the house.

"Chris?"

"What?"  he replied, opening the front door.

"Seriously.  Are you crazy?!"

"Wade knows I have her."

"And he is alright with that?"  Jackson said, following them inside.  "Even with the history between you two?"

"Well, I wouldn't necessarily say that, but there's really not much he can do about it right now, now is there.  Besides, he doesn't even know where the hell I live."  he said with a slight chuckle, as he walked over to a bookcase at the end of the livingroom to sit his keys down.

"Here.  This is for the shit you dropped off.  Make sure you take that other batch over to the club too."

"Yeah, no problem."  he said, as he stuff the wad of cash in to his front pocket.  "What are you going to do with her though?" 

"Why do you care?"  he asked, grabbing the set keys back off of the shelf. 

"I don't.  I was just asking." 

"Well don't."

After Chris removed the handcuffs, he shoved Michelle down on to the sofa.

"Don't fuckin move!"

Rubbing her wrists, Michelle sat there teary eyed and stared up at Jackson.  She could tell by the look on his face that something was about to go down.  Something he was clearly uncomfortable with, yet too afraid to speak up about.  Why was he so afraid of Chris?  Was he really that bad?

"Is there anything else?"  Chris asked, as he moved in front of Michelle so that Jackson could no longer make eye contact with her.

"No man.  That's it.  I just wanted to drop the stuff off."

"Well you did.  So now you can go."

After quickly showing Chris his disappointment with what was about to happen, Jackson grabbed a small bag beside the table and headed out the door.  He knew without a doubt what Chris had in mind for Michelle.  He had witnessed the cruelty many times before with other girls and had never been able to do anything about it. This time however, things were going to be different.  He knew how to stop it.

Once he was inside his car, Jackson backed out of the garage and pulled his cell phone from his pocket. 

"Come on.  Think.  Think.  What the hell was the number!" 

As he headed to the club, he knew he was running out of time. He had to rack his brain for the one piece of information he needed before it was too late.   Then, in a flash, it finally hit him. 

"Man, please answer your phone."  he said, as he dialed a number and place it to his ear. 

After a few rings, Jackson let out a sigh of relief when he answered.  He just hoped there was still enough time to stop it.  He couldn't live with himself if he let it happen again.

"Hello?"

"Is this Wade?"

"Yeah."  Wade replied, slight cautious. "Who's this?" 

"Look, I just wanted to let you know that your girlfriend is at 1554 Willowbrook Lane, but you need to get there before it's too late."

"Too late for what?"  Wade asked.  "MAN, WHO IS THIS?!"

Before Wade could even say anything else, Jackson had hung up.

After a few seconds of trying to get past the sheer confusion about who had called him, Wade tossed the phone down on the seat and turned around.  Willowbrook Lane was at least a good ten minutes away without traffic and he was beginning to get worried.

"What the hell did he mean before it's too late? He wouldn't be that stupid, would he?"  Wade asked himself, his heart now racing with the thoughts filling his mind.  "No. He's done a lot of stupid things in his life, but he wouldn't be that stupid.  Not with her."

Grabbing his phone back off of the seat, Wade dialed the number to Chris's cell phone and placed it to his ear.

"You better pick up the phone Chris." Wade said, nervously tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

After a few rings with no answer, it kicked in to voicemail and Wade's heart just sank. 

"I can't believe this is happening."  Wade said, concern apparent in his voice. 

Flipping his phone shut, Wade tossed it on the seat once again and stepped on the gas.  He was beginning to get a really bad feeling about this and there wasn't anything he could do about it until he got there.  He just prayed that he wasn't right.

Chapter 107

Once Jackson shut the door, Chris headed back over to Michelle. 

"Let's go.  Get up."  he said, motioning to her with his hand.

"No." 

Shaking his head with disbelief, Chris placed his arms across his chest and said it again.  This time with a little more conviction.

"I said get up!"

Although, slightly taken a back by the tone of his voice, Michelle stood her ground and remain seated.  She wasn't about to let him think he was calling the shots with her.  She had enough of that with Wade. 

"You want to do this the hard way don't you?"  he said, reaching down to grab her by her arm.

"GET OFF OF ME!!"  she yelled, frantically trying to pull her arm away from him.

"Don't piss me off, I'm telling you right now.  NOW GET UP!!" 

In a split second decision, Michelle brought her foot up and kicked him in the stomach as hard as she could.  As he staggered backwards, Michelle made a mad dash for the door.

"You fuckin little bitch!"  he said, almost laughing.  "You're gonna wish you wouldn't have done that." 

Running after her, Chris grabbed her by her arms and slammed her in to the wall.  "See, you may be used to dealing with Wade's temper, but I'm not Wade baby.  I don't give a shit what happens to you and I sure as hell don't need to try and keep myself in check like he does!"  he growled, as he placed his forearm across her throat.  "Now, you want to fight me back, go for it.  I guarantee you'll lose though.  All you'll do is make this a lot more fun for me."

As Michelle fought for air, Chris reached over and locked the door.

"We don't want any unwelcome visitors or interuptions now, do we?"  he said, as he began to slid his hand up her shirt.

Sheer panic set in as she looked in to his eyes. She just couldn't understand why was this happening.  What was she doing so wrong in her life that she kept bringing this upon herself?  Was she being punished for something?

"Just so you know, I'm going to enjoy every minute of this." he said, pressing himself against her and licking his lips.

After removing his arm from her throat, Michelle gasped for air and Chris pulled his shirt over his head.  He couldn't believe how bad he wanted her. What was it about her that had him sucked in.

"Please don't do this!  Please!!"

"Sorry baby.  Like I told you earlier, life is what you make it." 

That was it.  His mind was made up and he wasn't about to change it.  Sure, he didn't originally plan for things to turn out this way when he went to her apartment, but he wasn't going to complain about them either. In fact, he was rather happy with the turn of events.  After all, he would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't envious of Wade when he saw him with her at the club.

"Remind me to thank Wade for being so generous."  he said, running his hand across her stomach.

Then it hit her.  Wade. 

"Do you really think you are going to get away with this?  Because you know when Wade finds out he's gonna kill you!"

"You let me worry about the consequences.  I know how to handle Wade." 

"Yeah, I'd like to see that."  she said, sarcastically.  "You wouldn't last one minute with him and you know it!!"

"Well I'm not really worried about that.  Besides, by the time he would even get here, it'll be too late."

As Chris began laughing, his cell phone started to ring in his pocket.  Pulling it out, he glanced at the caller id and smiled.

"Well, what do you know. It's the man himself.  Think we should answer it?  Maybe invite him to join us?"

Offering him a evil glare, Michelle flipped him off and tried to move away from the wall. 

"Ok, I guess that's a no."  he said, forcefully shoving her back.  "Doesn't matter to me.  I'm not the one who needs his help."

After tossing the phone down on table beside him, Chris moved closer to Michelle.

"Now enough of the stalling."

As Chris pressed himself against her, he could feel her tense up and he smiled. That's what he loved.  Sure. She could talk a good game, but when it came down to it, she was absolutely terrified at the situation. 

Reaching down, Chris held her by her waist and began softly biting the side of her neck.  He was going to savor every inch of her silken skin and burn it in to his memory. 

Shutting her eyes, Michelle knew that she was running out of time.  If Wade didn't get there soon, it was going to be all over for her.  God, where was he.

"You know, you don't have to make this hard on yourself.  You might actually enjoy it."  he said, reaching down to pull her shirt over her head.  "Pleasing myself isn't the only thing I'm good at."

"You can go fuck yourself!"

Turning her face away from him, Michelle angered him more than she could have imagined.  Here he was trying to offer her a better way out and what does she do?  Shows a complete lack of respect for him.  That.....he wasn't going to stand for.

"Fine!  I won't be fuckin myself though baby.  That's what you're here for!" he yelled, grabbing her by her face to force her gaze back to his.

Pressing his lips to hers, Chris began to passionately kiss her as he worked to unfasten his belt. There wasn't going to be any more game playing with her.  It was time to step it up a notch. 

"Hope you're happy with your choice."  he said, biting down on her lip so hard that the taste of blood instantly filled her mouth.  "Come to think of it.  I'm glad you made this choice."

As Michelle cried out in pain, Chris leaned forward and licked the small trail of blood that was running down over her bottom lip.  Never before had he experienced such carnal lust for someone he barely knew.  It was like he wanted to devour every part of her until there was nothing left.  Continuing to feed off the the animalistic urge building inside him, Chris aggressively manhandled her as she struggled against him. 

"Come on baby.  You can do better than that!"  he said, entwining his fingers in the back of her hair so that he could keep a good grip on her.  "Fight me off!"

Although she knew that was what he wanted from her, instincts told her that is was also what she had to do if she was going to try and stop him.  Wincing in pain from her limited movement, Michelle placed her hands against Chris's chest and tried to force him backwards.

"That's all you got?!"  he growled, getting right up in her face.  "You're not offering me much of a challenge now, are you?  I would have expected better from you."

Squeezing her eyes shut, Michelle reached out once again, this time sinking her nails in to his exposed flesh and causing her own little show of blood. 

"DAMN IT!!"

Momentarily releasing his hold on her, Chris looked down at the marks she put on him and smiled.  The pain that originally consumed him quickly faded away and left him even more turned on. This is what he wanted. This is what fueled him.

"So, you do have it in you after all."  he said, smearing the blood across his chest as if it was some sort of trophy. "Now let's just see how far you'll go."

As Michelle glared defiantly in to his eyes, Chris reached behind him and pulled out a small silver object.  Before she even had time to figure out what he had, a small click confirmed her worst fears and she closed her eyes.  A mix of fear, panic and sheer dread took over.

"Are you ready baby?"  he asked, as he gently traced the blade of the small pocket knife down the skin between the center of her breasts.  Before she could even utter a protest, he had slipped the point of the blade under the center of her bra, cutting it open to expose her breasts.

"Go to hell!" she said, spitting in his face to make sure he knew exactly what she thought of him.

After wiping his face, Chris responded with a swift backhand across her cheek and then slammed forward, crushing her between his body and the unforgiving brick wall behind her.  At that point, the rough edges of the brick tore in to the exposed skin of her back and forced her to scream out in pain.

"You know what.  I'm tired of waiting for this!"  he yelled, forcefully pulling her away from the wall and shoving her down on to the sofa. 

As Michelle fought to get away, Chris's cell phone started to ring.  Picking it up, he glanced at the caller id and saw that it was Wade once again.

"Jesus Christ!  Doesn't he know I'm in the middle of something?!" 

After making sure that Michelle was restrained, Chris flipped it open and placed it to his ear.

"WHAT?!"

"Where's she at Chris?"

"Where do you think she is Wade?!"  he laughed.  "She's right here next to me.  Actually, she is about to be right underneath me."

"Get off of me!"  Michelle yelled out, as Chris partly straddled her hips and traced his fingers down her stomach.

"YOU FUCKIN TOUCH HER CHRIS AND IT WILL BE THE LAST THING YOU DO!!  YOU HEAR ME?!"

"Oh, I hear you.  It's just that it's a little late for threats.  Now, if you don't mind, me and Michelle have our own little bit of unfinished business we need to take care of."

"DO YOU SERIOUSLY THINK YOU'RE GOING TO GET AWAY WITH THIS!"

"Think?"  he asked laughing.  "Not think Wade.  I know.  Do you have any idea how close I am to closing the deal with her?"

"YOU BETTER NOT BE CLOSE TO ANYTHING, LET ALONE THAT!"  Wade said, rage building up inside him as he clenched the steering wheel.

"What's wrong Wade?  You seem a little upset.  You like her that much?" 

"Keep it up Chris.  Just keep it up."  Wade growled. 

He just couldn't believe this was happening.  Was this some sort of nightmare he was unable to wake up from?

"No, seriously.  Does she mean that much to you?"

As he was flashing through memories of their time together, Wade realized exactly how much she meant to him and it killed him that he put her in the situation she was now in.  Sure, they had some serious issues that would need to be resolved before things would ever get back to normal, but he loved her and he knew they could make it work if they tried.  Unfortunately, before he could even think that far ahead, he had to get her away from Chris. 

"Well?"  Chris asked again.

"Well what?" 

"It really bothers you that I have her, doesn't it?"

"What do you think?!"

"So....I guess you're not in to sharing her then, huh?"

"No, I can't say that I am Chris."  Wade snapped back, quickly growing annoyed once again. 

"It's ok.  I understand.  I didn't want to share her with you anyway.  Plus, it's nice to hear that she means something to you.  It will make it that much better for me when I have her screaming my name."

Laughing, Chris flipped the phone shut and tossed it over to the chair beside him before Wade had a chance to respond. 

"Wade's sorry he couldn't be here, but he sends his love."  he laughed.

Feeling the last ray of hope slip from her grasp, Michelle broke down and began to cry.  There wasn't any chance now that Wade would get to her before it was too late.  If she was going to stop the humiliation and abuse, she had to do it herself.

"Now that we have that out of the way, I think we should get down to business." 

Quickly reaching down, Chris grabbed her by her hips and pulled her towards him so that she was now flat on her back. Then without wasting any time, he ripped the remains of her bra off as it draped over her shoulders and began kissing a path down her chest.

"STOP IT!!  CHRIS STOP IT!!"  Michelle yelled, frantically punching him in his arms and back.

"YOU'RE MAKING THIS HARDER ON YOURSELF!"  he yelled, forcefully pushing her back down in to the sofa.  "JUST STOP FIGHTING ME!"

Ignoring his comment, Michelle continued to fight back, this time with everything she had.  She just couldn't give up that easy. Not when so much was at stake.

"I'M NOT TELLING YOU AGAIN!  KNOCK IT OFF!"  he screamed, shifting his weight so that he was now pinning her arms above her.  "THIS IS GOING TO HAPPEN".  YOU MIGHT AS WELL ACCEPT IT!"

"NO!  GET OFF OF ME!!" 

Finally managing to break one of her hands free, Michelle swung it forward and caught Chris with a hard right hook to his jaw.

"YOU FUCKIN BITCH!"

Fed up with her relentless struggling and fighting back, Chris decided to take things to another level. 

"I TOLD YOU YOU WERE GOING TO MAKE THINGS WORSE FOR YOURSELF IF YOU FOUGHT BACK!"  DIDN'T I?!"

Placing his hand around her throat once again, Chris forcefully held her down and proceeded to try and remove her pants.  He knew that Wade was most likely on his way to the house and that they were running out of time. If he going to enjoy his little escapade with her, he had to hurry.

"YOU MUST LIKE IT ROUGH!"  he said, trying to adjust once again so that he could get her in a good position. "I MEAN, I DO TOO, BUT THIS IS GETTING TO BE A LITTLE RIDICULOUS!"

After a few minutes of her crying and struggling to get away, Chris realized the sofa was working against him and pushed her down to the floor.

"THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE!  IF YOU CONTINUE TO FIGHT ME ON THIS, I'M GOING TO HAVE TO RESORT TO OTHER MEASURES!  ONES THAT HAVE WAY MORE CONSEQUENCES FOR YOU!  DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!"  he yelled, reaching in to a small drawer under the table. 

Staring at him blankly, Michelle wondered what he meant by other measures and froze up. 

"JUST SO YOU KNOW I'M SERIOUS!"  he said, slamming a small syringe down on to the table next to her."

Finally understanding what he meant by the comment, Michelle broke down in to a helpless mess and allowed him to do what he wanted.  She didn't want to let him just take what he wanted without a fight, but at the same time she knew that the extent of how bad things could get rested in her hands.  If that was the only thing she could take control of, then she had to accept it and let things run their course.

Chapter 108

As Justin pulled out of the parking lot of Michelle's apartment, he quickly began trying to match a face to Wade's partner in crime.

"Chris.  Chris.  I don't know anyone named Chris!"  he said to himself, clearly frustrated.  "How in the hell am I going to find her!  Wait.  Someone has to know who the hell this guy is."

Grabbing his cell phone, Justin dialed Brian's number.  After a few rings he picked it up.

"What's up man?  You run in to a problem?"  Brian responded, knowing who it was from the caller ID.

"Actually yeah.  A big one.  Look, do you know anyone by the name Chris that Wade hangs out with or has hung out with in the past?"

"Not off the top of my head.  Why?"

"Well, to make a long story short.  I think he has Michelle."

"What?  Wait a minute.  You lost me. I thought she left here with Marty?"

"She did.  That's a whole other story.  See, she was with Marty at her apartment, but apparently this guy came to the door and pulled a gun on him.  Said that Michelle had some unfinished business to take care of with Wade and that he was there to make sure it happened.  After he knocked Marty out, he took Michelle and left."

"He knocked Marty out?  Are you kidding me?"  Brian asked in complete shock.  "What is he.  Some kind of thug or hired goon?"

The second Brian said it, he felt a knot growing in his throat.  There was someone that Wade had hung out with in the past that he forgot about.  Mostly because of the time that had elapsed, but more importantly because of the kind of person the guy was.  He wasn't someone yhe would generally associate with, let alone cross. 

"Hey J, I think I know who this guy could be."  Brian said softly.

"Who?"

"Look, before you go get all worked up, just let me say that this is a long shot.  I mean, I know Wade has had contact with this guy in the past, but I haven't seen them together in a long time."

"Alright.  I get it.  It's a slim possibility, but at this point Brian....it's all I got."

"His name is Christopher Carbonell."

"Why does that name sound familiar?"

"Probably because just about every club in LA secretly has him on payroll."

"What do you mean?  Payroll for what?"

"You name it.  Drugs, financial back-up, protection. Chris has his hands in just about everything. Problem is, he has more money and connections than you could possibly imagine and he uses them regularly to run his illegal operations. A lot of people watch his back including the LAPD.  He has power J and he isn't afraid to use it or flaunt it."

"You make this guy sound like some damn god."

"Well, I wouldn't use that word to describe him, but..."

"What word would you use then?"  Justin asked, now worried that he was in over his head.

"If I had to pick one word to describe him, I'd pick the obvious one."

"Which is?"

"Untouchable."

Letting out a sigh, Justin tried to process everything that Brian was saying.  He just couldn't believe that this is what he could be going up against.

"Any idea where this guy lives?"

"No. Like I said.  I don't know if this is the guy you are looking for or not.  I really hope it isn't to be honest."  Brian said, completely aware of how powerful he was. "How did you come across the name anyway?"

"Wade."

"Wade told you she was with this guy?"

"No. Well, not technically. Come to think of it, I don't think Wade is actually on board with this guy having her."

"Why?"

"Well, after the mess with Marty at Michelle's apartment, I called Wade's cell phone.  The first thing he said when he answered it was 'You better be on your way back with her Chris!' and I'm assuming he thought I was him at first.  Not to mention the fact that he certainly didn't seem too pleased."

"Look, let me go make a few calls.  If something is going to go down,  I guarantee it isn't going to be good. It can't be. Not with their history."

"What history?"

"It's not important right now.  Just let me go make some calls.  I'll call you back as soon as I find anything out. Alright?"

Although Justin couldn't help but think that Wade's history with the guy was just as important, he knew that the main thing right now was finding Michelle. 

"Alright man.  Thanks for your help.  Just......."  Justin started to say and then grew silent.

"Just what?"  Brian asked, confused by the sudden stop in their conversation.

"Never mind.  I have to go."

"Why?  What's wrong?"

"Nothing.  Wade just flew past me and I have a really good feeling I know where he is headed."

"To see Chris?"

"Yep."

"Justin, watch your back.  Don't go and get involved in something that you can't handle."

"Meaning?"  Justin asked, switching the phone to the other side so that he could get a better grip on the wheel as he sped up.

"Meaning this guy will pull a piece on you like it's nothing.  A shoot now, ask questions later type.  You got me?"

"Yeah.  I got it."  Justin said, swallowing the now present lump in his throat.  "Look, I have to go."

"Alright man.  Be careful."

"I will."

After flipping his phone shut, Justin began to feel sick to his stomach. If this guy was that dangerous, he needed to get Michelle away from him as soon as possible.  No matter what the costs. 

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Squeezing her eyes shut in an attempt to block out as much as she could, Michelle waited for the next wave of pain to flood through her as he continued to force himself on her.  She had thought that her recent encounters with Wade had been rough, but after enduring Chris's torturous assault on her, she quickly realized what pure pain was all about. 

"Please stop!  You're hurting me!" 

"You're hurting yourself!!  I told you to quit fighting me!"  Chris snapped back, adjusting her position underneath him so that he could penetrate her even deeper.

Immeadiately her cries once again fill the air as he unforgivingly thrusted himself inside her, creating an almost perfect rythmn.

"God baby, you feel so good!"

This time however, the only thing filling the air was muffled cries now coming from underneath his hand as he held it over her mouth.

"WAIT!!  SHUT UP FOR A SECOND!"

As she choked back the tears, the familiar sound of glass shattering rang through her ears and tears once again filled her eyes. 

She couldn't even imagine how things could get any worse.

Quickly jumping up, Chris ran over to his bookcase and grabbed his gun.  He knew that whoever was outside meant busines and he just wanted to make sure they knew he meant the same.  If you walked on to his property uninvited, you were going to get one hell of a welcome if nothing else. 

"DON'T MOVE!"  he said, pointing the gun in her direction before heading over to the large windows that faced the front of the house.

After pulling the curtains back, Chris looked out and saw Wade's navigator parked in the driveway behind his car and laughed. He had a feeling that he would eventually find his house and show up, he was just hoping it wasn't this soon.

"Looks like we have company. Better get dressed." he said, grabbing his shirt from the floor and throwing it at her. 

"Michelle!?"  Wade called out, as he made his way in to the house.

Hearing his voice, Michelle began to break down all over again.  Why couldn't he have got there ten minutes ago.

"MICHELLE?!"  Wade yelled once again, this time panic clearly lacing her name as he headed towards the livingroom. 

"Don't answer him."  Chris said, quickly picking up the syringe from the table and shoving it in his back pocket. "And don't look at him either. You got it?"

After nodding her head, Chris motioned for her to look down at the floor and she did so without even the slightest hesitation.

"That a girl."  he said, zipping his jeans up as Wade approached the doorway. 

"Michelle?" Wade said questiongly, unsure on whether she was in the room or not.

"Wade, so nice of you to join us." 

"Where is she?"  Wade asked, cautiously holding his position as he looked down the barrel of Chris's gun.

"She's right here."  Chris replied, slowly stepping to the side so that he could see a barely dressed Michelle sitting on the floor behind him. "Don't worry though.  I've been taking good care of her.  Real good care of her."  he said, grabbing his crotch in a manner that clearly meant to show Wade that he had done more than just babysit her.

After quickly glancing down at Michelle and the condition she was in, Wade realized that Chris had crossed the line in more ways than one with her and balled his fists up. 

"You mother fucker!  You're fuckin dead!  YOU KNOW THAT, RIGHT?!"  Wade yelled, his eyes locked on Chris as he took a step forward.

"Uh uh uh.  Back it up."  Chris firmly said, as he waved the gun at him. "You don't want to do that.  Trust me."

Knowing that Chris wouldn't hesitate to use the weapon, Wade stopped dead in his tracks and gave Chris a quick once over before turning his attention back to Michelle.

"Michelle?  Are you alright?  Look at me."  Wade said softly, his voice slightly cracking from the despair he now felt inside.  "Please look at me."

When Michelle ignored his heartbreaking pleas, Chris just stood there and laughed.  He knew that she wasn't going to answer to anyone but him and that was how he liked it.

"Michelle?  PLEASE!"

Feeling her heart break over the fact that she couldn't scream out to him for help, Michelle wiped the tears away that ran down her cheek and continued to do as she was told.

"You no longer call the shots with her Wade.  She now belongs to me now."  Chris said, walking over to her.  "Isn't that right baby?"  he asked, forcefully grabbing her by her hair to force her to look at him.

Seeing him grab her like that, ripped his heart apart.  He wanted to just run over there and beat the shit out of him for putting his hands on her, but the fear that consumed her, held him in place.  He certainly didn't want to jump the gun and put her at more risk than she already was. 

"I said, isn't that right?"

After momentarily squeezing her eyes shut, she slowly opened them back up and looked at Chris. 

"Yeah."  she said, her voice so soft that it was barely audible.

"Good girl. Now come here."

After extending his hand to her, Chris pulled the hammer of the gun back and kept it pointed directly at Wade.  He knew that he was about to push Wade over the edge and that he would need every measure of safety possible to keep him at bay. 

Once Michelle stood up, Wade got a good look at Chris's handy work and felt every inch of him begin to shake with rage.  It was obvious by the marks on her that she tried to fight him off.  He just had to try and temporarily put aside what she must have been fighting off or there wasn't a chance in hell he would be able to get her out of there.  He had to try and remain focused on the task at hand.

"You know.  If you would've just known how to handle her Wade, you wouldn't have had the problems you did.  She just needed a little firm guidance." he said, wrapping his arm around her waist to pull her in front of him.

"Don't worry about any problems we had!  You just worry about the problem you are going to have if you don't get your hands off of her!"

"Now, now.  Is that any way to speak to someone who basically holds your life in his hands." he said, pointing out the fact that he still had a gun aimed at him. 

Feeling like she was going to lose it, Michelle began shaking.  Never before had she been so afraid.  At any moment, either one of them could be shot.

"It's alright baby.  Don't pay any attention to him. You just do as you're told and everything will be fine." he said, forcefully pressing his lips to hers as Wade looked on.

"Chris, let her go."

Ignoring his comment, Chris slid his hand under her shirt and firmly grasped one of her breasts, causing her to cry out in pain.

"Take the shirt off baby."

"CHRIS!"

Looking up in to his eyes, she knew that she had no choice but to listen. At the same time though, it killed her to have to do it in front of Wade.  In some weird way, it was like she was cheating on him in front of his very eyes.

"Come on.  No need to be shy.  We've both seen it before."

As the tears fell once again, Michelle reached down and slowly removed Chris's shirt, letting it fall to the floor.

"I could look at this forever."  he said, seductively eyeing her up and down as he brought his thumb up to her already swollen bottom lip. "You know, she has a nice little mouth on her.  Ever get her down on her knees and feed it to her Wade?" he asked, slowly sliding his thumb in to her mouth and across her tongue.

"CHRIS!  STOP THE BULLSHIT RIGHT NOW!"  Wade yelled out, sheer panic quickly setting in as he realized what he had in mind for her. 

"Stop what bullshit?"

"JUST LEAVE HER ALONE!  WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM!"

"Don't worry.  I'm not going to hurt her anymore.  Well, put it this way. I don't have to hurt her.  That's all going to depend on how you handle things."  he said coldly, before turning his gaze back to Michelle. "Now, why don't you be a good little girl and get down on your knees for me." Chris said smiling, as he proceeded to unzip his jeans.

"Please don't make me do this."  Michelle said, tears now streaming down her face as Wade looked on with disbelief.

"Don't make you do this?! Is that what I'm hearing?!"  Chris screamed out, causing her to flinch.  "Then don't make me do this!"  Chris said, forcefully backhanding her to the floor so that she fell only a few feet away from Wade.

"JESUS CHRIST CHRIS!"

"Don't even think about it!" Chris yelled, quickly stepping closer to Wade so that the barrel of the gun was now directly against his chest. "You touch her and it's over. Now back it up!" 

"YOU'RE FUCKING NUTS!  YOU KNOW THAT!"  Wade yelled, as Michelle helplessly looked up at him.

"NO, I'M NOT FUCKING NUTS,  BUT I AM ABOUT TO BE FUCKING YOUR LITTLE GIRLFRIEND!" Chris laughed, as he bent down to grab Michelle by the back of her hair. "AGAIN!"

Reaching behind her, Michelle attempted to eliminate some of the pressure he was causing on her scalp as he pulled her over to the edge of the sofa.

"CHRIS!  MAN, STOP IT!  SHE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"

"Please don't!  I'm sorry!" she begged, blood once again running from her bottom lip.

"No you're not.  I'll show you the true meaning of sorry though baby." Chris replied, completely ignoring Wade's comments. "Maybe next time we won't have to resort to these kind of measures."

Next time?  Measures? Glancing down at the table, Michelle quickly realized that the syringe he had placed there earlier was missing and began to panic.

"Chris!  No!  Don't!"

"Don't.  That's a good one."  he laughed, quickly bending her over the arm of the sofa as he reached in to his back pocket. "Keep moving though!  I'm sure this will sting like a mother fucker!" 

"CHRIS DON'T DO THIS TO HER!"

"Don't fuckin move Wade!" Chris yelled out, quickly bringing the gun back in to alignment with Wade's chest.

After placing the cap of the syringe in his mouth, Chris gave it one quick pull and exposed the stainless steel needle as a drop of liquid slid down the shaft. 

"It will only hurt for a second."  Chris said, quickly injecting the substance in to her as Wade screamed out in protest.

Then just as Chris was about to let Michelle up, a sound coming from the hall caught his attention and he quickly removed the gun from Wade and pointed it towards the door. 

Chapter 109

As Chris pointed the gun directly towards the doorway, he reached down and pulled Michelle back up so that she was standing next to him.

"What's this?  You bring back up?"  Chris said sarcastically, as he quickly glanced over at Wade.

Not offering him any type of answer or response, Wade stood there and waited for the right moment.  He knew that any minute now, the opportunity was going to present itself to get the gun away from Chris and he had to take it.  He just had to make sure he timed it perfectly because he knew there's wasn't any room for error. 

"You know what...fuck this shit!"  Chris said, pushing Michelle down to the ground and stepping over her.  "Someone wants to walk in my house uninvited, well then let's just make sure they feel welcome."

Then just as Chris was about to head to the door, Wade charged forward and slammed Chris in to the bookcase behind him and began struggling to get the gun away from him.  Although it seemed like forever, it only took a matter seconds for Wade to knock the gun out of Chris's hand letting it fall to the floor. 

"Is this what you were susposed to do?!" he said, pointing over to Michelle who was quickly trying to get dressed. "I never said to go anywhere near her!  All you were susposed to do was see if she was there!  So why did you do it Chris?!  HUH?!"   Wade yelled, after kicking the gun across the room. 

"She wanted it man, what can I say."  Chris said, winking at Michelle who was now slumped on the floor against the sofa. 

"Don't even look at her!!"  Wade yelled, kneeing Chris in his stomach and causing him to buckle over in pain.  He had enough.  Chris needed to know that when it came to Michelle...he meant business.

As Chris fought to catch his breath, Wade grabbed him by his throat and once again slammed him in to the bookcase. 

"You ever go near her again and I swear to god, I'll fucking kill you.  YOU HEAR ME!!"  he growled.

"FUCK YOU!"  Chris spat out, his eyes cold as ice. 

"YOU THINK I'M KIDDING? TRY ME!!"  Wade screamed, quickly letting go of him to land a hard right hook to his jaw. "God damn it!" 

Dropping his hand to his side, Wade quickly tried to shake off the throbbing feeling that was now surging through it.  He knew he had hit Chris hard, but he didn't realize exactly how hard until he tried to make another fist.

"What's wrong Wade?  Can't run with the big dogs anymore?"  Chris said, turning back around as he rubbed his jaw.

"You just don't know when to quit, do you?"

"Maybe that's a question you should be asking your little girlfriend." 

As Wade stared Chris down in utter disbelief over how brash his comments were, a familiar voice echoed through the room and immeadiately grabbed his attention.

"Michelle?"

Recogonizing the voice as well, Michelle slowly turned to look over her shoulder and saw Justin standing a few feet away from Wade and Chris, a look of confusion and fear plastered all over his face as he surveyed the situation in front of him.

"What the fuck are you........"  Wade began to say, but was quickly cut short by a right hook from Chris. 

"You should know better than to turn your back on me!"  Chris said, following after Wade as he staggered backwards.  "Come on Wade!  If you plan on leaving here with her, you better step it up a notch!" 

Quickly composing himself, Wade stood back up and landed another right hook of his own, wincing in pain as he once again shook his hand out. 

Still frozen with fear and confusion, Justin stood in the doorway and tried to size up the situation.  Who had done what to whom?  Who was the one at risk here?  Then it hit him.  There was only one person he needed to be concerned about and at that moment she was about twenty feet too far away.  How was he going to get her out of there?

As Chris pulled himself together, he noticed the gun laying a few feet away from Michelle and scrambled towards it. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't the only one interested in it. 

Quickly reaching forward,  Michelle grabbed Chris' gun from the floor and scooted backwards.  With her shaky hands now firmly wrapped around it, she raised the gun and aimed it at Chris' chest, determined to keep him as far away from her as possible.

"STOP!  YOU TAKE ONE MORE STEP AND I SWEAR TO GOD I'LL SHOOT!!"

Immeadiately everyone froze and stared at Michelle.  Clearly the situation was about to get ten times worse.  After everything Chris had put her though, on top of the abuse she endured with Wade, she had finally snapped.

After offering Chris an icy glare, Wade stepped around him and headed over towards Michelle. 

"Michelle.....give me the gun."  he said calmly, extending his hand to her.

Ignoring Wade's comment, Michelle removed one of her hands from the gun to wipe the tears from her eyes so that she could see better. 

"Michelle.  Please.  Give me the gun."

"You're fuckin pathetic Wade!  Get some balls!  You don't ask for the shit....you take it!"  Chris said, attempting to take a few more steps toward her to reclaim the gun.

"I SAID STOP!!"  Michelle yelled, quickly pulling the hammer back on the gun as she struggled to get to her feet. Never could she have imagine that her life in Los Angeles would take such a drastic turn for the worse. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!  HOW CAN YOU EVEN LOOK AT YOURSELF IN THE MIRROR EVERYDAY AND NOT FEEL ANY GUILT?!"

"It's easy.  I don't feel guilt over anything."  Chris stated matter of factly, as the smirk on his face grew wider.

"I WASN'T TALKING TO YOU!"  Michelle yelled, quickly shifting the barrel of the gun from Chris to Wade. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!  I LOVED YOU!"

"Michelle, wait.  I didn't do this to you.  I'm here trying to stop it."  Wade said, defensively holding his hands out in front of his body. "You just need to put the gun down and talk to me.  You're not thinking straight."

"Talk to you?"  Michelle sobbed, wiping her eyes once again.  "Is that susposed to be some kind of joke?  I know your idea of talking Wade and it involves using your hands....not your mouth."

"Michelle, please.  This isn't my fault."

"Oh, so you're telling me you didn't send him to my apartment?"

Letting out a heavy sigh, Wade knew what was more than likely going to come out of her mouth the second he answered her, but with her unsteady hands still aiming the gun in his direction, he knew he had no choice but to answer her. 

"DID YOU SEND HIM?!"

"YES!  I did but....."

"No, don't even bother to finish."  she said, the hurt from his betrayal clearly visible in her eyes as she looked up at him. "I hope it was all worth it."

Feeling his heart sink in to his stomach, Wade momentarily glanced over at Chris who was now smiling from ear to ear. Whatever this fucker gave her was clearly messing with her head.

"Looks like she isn't leaving here with you Wade. I mean, DAMN!  What the fuck did you do to this bitch?!"  he laughed, slowly making his way towards the bookcase as Michelle remained focused on Wade.

"Why don't you just shut the fuck up Chris!"

Finally feeling the need to speak up, Justin walked past Wade and looked directly in to Michelle's eyes.

"Michelle....give me the gun before something happens that we'll all regret."

"Why are you even here Justin?  You got what you wanted from me, right?  What?  You want to hit it once more for old times sake?"  she said, tears now flowing down her cheeks.

Just hearing those words come out of her mouth broke his heart in to a million pieces.  He never meant to hurt her.  It was just one of those 'think before you speak' moments that he didn't pay attention to. Now because of it, they were both paying the price. 

"I didn't mean what I said at the club.  You just need to let me explain. You don't know the whole story.  We can work this out."

With rage now flooding through every inch of his body, Wade immeadiately spun Justin around and and shoved him backwards.

"Work it out?!  There's nothing to work out between you and her!  I mean, why are you here or more importantly how in the hell did you even get here?!" 

"Wade, I'm not going to get in to this with you right now.  Because incase you didn't notice, there are bigger problems going on here."

"Oh, I think we are going to get in to this right now!"  Wade said, shoving Justin once again.  "Because you happen to be one of  those problems as far as I'm concerned.  I thought I made myself clear earlier!"

As Michelle watched Wade and Justin verbally lash out at each other, Chris' whereabouts went completely unnoticed and within seconds, he was once again in possession of a firearm. 

"I can see you two have some things to work out, so I'll just get Michelle and we'll be on our way."  Chris said, quickly walking up from behind Michelle to snatch the gun away from her.  "And don't you EVER point a gun at me!"  Chris continued, grabbing Michelle by the back of her hair. 

"Whoa man!  What the fuck is going on here?!"  Jackson yelled, sitting a silver briefcase down on the table before proceeding in to the room occupied by the four of them.  "Chris?  What the hell?"

Looking over his shoulder, Chris saw Jackson approaching with a less than pleased look on his face and groaned inwardly.

"Just had a little bit of trouble with our friend Wade here." he said, tucking one gun in to the rear waistband of his jeans. "Nothing to worry about though.  Everything is under control."

Surveying the situation in front of him, Jackson quickly noticed that even though Chris had one situation under control, the other one was far from. 

"Chris."  Jackson said, pointing at Michelle who was quickly getting a glazed over look in her eyes.  "Please tell me you didn't do something stupid?"

Looking down at Michelle, Chris had all but forgot that he had dosed her up and now she was fading away in his very arms.  Quickly handing the other gun to Jackson, Chris tried to get a better grip on her so that she wouldnt fall to the floor.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU GIVE HER CHRIS?!"  Wade yelled, quickly running over to the two of them without giving even the slightest regard for his safety. 

"Chris!  Let her go!"  Jackson yelled from behind him.  "You dont need this shit right now.  WE don't need this shit right now!" he said, motioning over to the briefcase on the table.

After looking at the determination of the people around him, Chris knew that it was best to just let Wade have her back.  Granted it was the last thing he wanted to do, but at this point...he really didn't have much of a choice.

As Chris slowly released his hold on Michelle, Wade placed one arm under her neck and the other under her knees so that he could pick her up. 

"What's she on Chris?!"  Wade asked yet again, his anger quickly fading to concern as he looked down at her fragile body.

Offering Wade nothing more than a slight chuckle, Chris got up and walked in to the kitchen to join Jackson.  He wasn't about to just hand over everything to Wade when it came to her.

Shaking his head in disgust, Wade knew Chris wasn't going to offer up any information.  Luckily he wasn't too worried.  He knew where to look for some answers.

"Justin open that drawer under the table.  Hurry up!"  Wade yelled, quickly carrying her limp body over to the sofa.

Not wasting a second, Justin sprinted over to the table and pulled the drawer open.

"Alright. What am I looking for?"  Justin asked, quickly moving the contents in the drawer around so that he could see better.

"He shot her up with somthing.  Do you see some kind of small bottle in there?"

After moving a few more items, Justin saw a small glass bottle in the corner and took it out.

"This?"

Squinting his eyes, Wade saw that it was probably what they were looking for and nodded his head. 

"Bring it here."  Wade stated, quickly grabbing his cell phone from his pocket. "Come on, come on."

"What are you doing?"

"Hold on."  Hitting a few more keys, Wade had finally got what he wanted up on his screen and turned towards Justin.  "Ok, what's the name on the bottle?"

"Umm....it says Nembutal Sodium Solution or something."  he replied, turning the bottle around to look at the back.  "Look, we just can't sit here.  We need to get her to a hospital." 

"Just hold on.  He's not that fuckin crazy."  Wade yelled, scrolling through some text on his phone. "Ok. It says it belongs to a group of medicines called central nervous system depressants. They act on the brain and the CNS to produce effects that may be helpful or harmful. This depends on the individual patient's condition and response and the amount of medicine taken."  Wade read, scanning through even more of the information he retrieve from the internet.

"What the fuck does that mean?!"  Justin asked, growing even more concerned with every second that passed. "I'm not some fuckin MD!"

"It says It's used for the treatment of insomnia and as a sedative to relieve the symptoms of anxiety or tension. It works by slowing down the nervous system." he said, turning around to look at Justin.  "She'll be fine.  She's just sedated."

"Oh, ok.  Just sedated!  Hey, no big deal!"  Justin snapped back, clearly having a harder time accepting her condition than Wade was. 

"You know......like I said before.  This isn't your concern, not that it ever should have been. Your relationship with her is over!"  Wade said, picking Michelle back up from the sofa.  "Now get the hell out of my way."

"Hey, tell Michelle I'll be in touch."  Chris laughed, watching the look of contempt spread across Wade's face as he said it.

"Stay the fuck away from her Chris.  I mean it."

Shaking his head with disbelief, Justin watched as Wade carried Michelle's lifeless body out to his navigator.  He was just at a loss for words.  Nothing made sense anymore.  He couldn't even imagine how he was going to get her away from Wade now....or better yet how he was going to explain it all to Marty.

Chapter 110

Jackson watched in utter disbelief as the two young men walked out with Michelle in tow. This was just getting ridiculous! Chris was getting completely out of hand and being reckless. Just watching Chris walk back into the kitchen like nothing had happened was far too much for Jackson to handle. 

“So…do you care to tell me what exactly the fuck I just walked in on!?” Jackson asked already frustrated. 

“What’s there to tell?” Chris replied, nonchalantly walking over to the refrigerator. 

Shaking his head, Jackson just couldn’t believe how Chris was acting . Normally he could care less about what Chris was doing, or with whom he was doing it with, but the things that were going on lately were just insane. 

“Oh okay.  Your right Chris.  That was nothing.” Jackson said sarcastically “Wade Robson and Justin fucking Timberlake just walk out of here with a girl who’s damn near comatose, which I’m sure you had absolutely NOTHING to do with, and that’s nothing…nothing at all!” 

“Wow Jackson, I wasn’t aware you were such a fan of pop music. You seem really worked up over Justin.” Chris said, laughing as he opened the beer he had just removed from the refrigerator. 

After leaning back against the counter, Chris gave Jackson a smug look and took a large swig. It had been quite a tiring day and the last thing he needed was Jackson bitching at him over this. Especially when it was far from being over. 

“Look Chris, all I’m saying is that this shit, whatever it is with Robson and his chick, is getting way out of hand. I mean seriously.  This is like abnormally crazy…even for you!” Jackson yelled, ignoring Chris’ joke about Justin. 

“And all I’m saying Jackson, is that this ‘shit’ with Robson and that little bitch is none of your business. So I suggest you calm yourself down real fucking quick before you and I have problems.” 

“Man, don’t threaten me. I’m not one of these little club kids that thinks you’re God and I’m sure as hell not one of those fake ass Hollywood types that scare easily. Besides, we both know each other a little bit better than to start throwing idle threats around.” 

“Well apparently you don’t know me very well at all if you think there’s a limit to just how crazy I can get!” Chris screamed, quickly closing the distance between Jackson and himself. 

“You know what Chris. You do whatever the hell you want.” Jackson said throwing his hands up in the air in defeat. “Just do me a favor and don’t fuck up the business that WE built on your little quest to prove your insanity!” 

The two men stood there staring each other down for a good minute without so much as blinking. Both knowing that if this battle of words escalated into much more, they’d both be in a world of pain. After all, this wasn’t the first altercation that they had ever had and probably wouldn’t be the last.  That’s what Chris liked about Jackson though.  He wasn’t afraid of him at all. Jackson was one of the few people that Chris respected, and that itself said a lot. 

Smiling Chris reached around Jackson and grabbed the briefcase off the table, breaking their stare. Chris might be crazy but he was no fool. Jackson was no doubt the best partner he could ask for when it came to business, and probably the closest thing Chris had to calling a best friend. 

“You really gotta lighten up man. You take things way too seriously.” Chris said nonchalantly walking back into the living room. 

In utter disbelief, Jackson watched as his friend and partner walked away from him. Chris was seriously going off the deep end. Granted that Jackson already knew that he had a few screws loose, that was part of what made him such a great partner to have, his ability to simply not give a fuck, but in the years that he had known him he had never seen him act truly insane. It was honestly kind of scary, and Jackson was beginning to fear the worst for Michelle. The way Chris had become fixated on her in such a short period of time was just plain frightening. 

“Hey! You gonna come in here so we can handle this or what?” he heard Chris yell from the living room. 

Walking out of the kitchen Jackson tried to shake the thought from his head. As much as what Chris was doing bothered him it wasn’t any of his business. As long as it didn’t effect Chris’ ability to handle business he would stay out of it.

As Wade drove toward Michelle’s apartment he could see Justin following him. Staring at the Escalade in the rearview mirror he took a long heavy breath. Justin was turning out to be more of a pain in the ass than Wade could have ever anticipated. He was even worse than Marty! 

Taking a quick glance to his right, Wade gazed at Michelle’s lifeless body laying in the passenger seat. She hadn’t moved since he put her in the car. Her eyes were slightly open and she was breathing steadily, but there was no other movement coming from her small frame. 

“I’m so sorry I let this happen.” he said focusing his attention back on the road.

Michelle lay there in the passenger seat letting Wade’s words roll off of her. She wanted to laugh at his sorry attempt at an apology, but his apologies meant nothing to her anymore. She doubted he was truly sorry anyway, maybe sorry that things had gotten so out of hand, but not sorry for the hell that he was putting her through. If she hadn’t been so heavily sedated she would have told him just how sorry he really was. 

When they finally pulled into Michelle’s complex, Wade quickly put his truck in park and hopped out. Before he could even get all the way around to the passenger side he saw Justin approaching at a feverish pace.

“I thought I told you to stay the hell away from her!’ Wade spat out as Justin finally reached the truck. 

“I’m not going anywhere. So either we can stand here and argue or WE can take care of Michelle.” 

“There is no WE Justin. There’s just YOU getting on my fucking nerves!” 

“Well then I guess you better calm your nerves then, because like I said I’m…not…leaving!” Justin said taking a couple of steps so that he and Wade now stood nose to nose. 

Hearing a soft moan come from the truck, both men directed their attention to Wade’s Navigator. Taking several deep breaths Wade stepped around Justin and opened the passenger side door. Seeing the smug look on Justin’s face, it took everything he had in him not to finish what they had started back at MC. 

Bending over, Wade gently scooped Michelle up into his arms and began to walk toward her apartment complex. As they approached the door, Wade fumbled to get his keys from his pocket.  He carefully tried to shift Michelle in his arms so that he could reach the keys, but this proved to be a much better idea in theory as Wade lost his balance and his grip on Michelle at the same time. 

As her body began to make its decent to the concrete, Justin reached out to grab her. Unfortunately, before he could get her completely out of Wade’s arms, Wade regained his balance and all but snatched her back.

“I told you we don’t need your fucking help!” Wade said coldly, opening the door to the apartment. 

“Oh yeah Wade. I can see you’ve got everything under control.” Justin stated sarcastically gesturing at the odd position in which he now held Michelle. 

"Believe me Justin, I have things under way more control than you think."

Walking into the apartment Wade took Michelle over to the couch and gently laid her down. After making sure that she was comfortable he headed into the kitchen. He was beginning to get a massive headache over this situation, and needed something to take the edge off. 

"You know where the door is.  Show yourself out."  Wade growled, as he walked in to the kitchen.

Searching through Michelle’s cabinets, he eventually spotted an unopened bottle of tequila. Pulling it from its perched position on the shelf, he grabbed a shot glass from another cabinet and made his way over to the kitchen table. Sitting the bottle and the glass on the table Wade rested his head in his hands and began gently massaging his temples. This day had gone from bad to worse in a matter of minutes, and the hits just seemed to keep coming. 

As Justin watched Wade exit the living room, he tried desperately to fight the nauseous feeling bubbling in his stomach. Wade’s actions were beyond disgusting. He was treating what had just happened as if it were and everyday occurrence. Then again, as far as Justin knew, it very well could have been.

Looking down at Michelle he wondered what she had really been through, and a lot of things began to make sense. Her constant apologies over trivial things, the way she dressed all covered up, her seemingly schizophrenic behavior. It all made sense now. She was living in a constant nightmare that Justin knew he couldn’t imagine in his wildest dreams. He actually didn’t want to. 

Feeling sick to his stomach once again, Justin had to walk away. He couldn’t even look at her. It was just too damn sad. Walking out of the living room Justin headed toward the kitchen to see what Wade was doing. He had been in there for quite some time now.

Walking into the entry way of the kitchen, Justin's heart almost stopped at the sight before him. Gasping in disbelief he stood there and watched as Wade sat bent over the kitchen table snorting a line of white powder up his nose. A half empty bottle of tequila sitting in front of him.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” Justin laughed in complete and utter disbelief. “So this is how you ‘handle’ things huh Wade?”

“Oh don’t act all high and mighty Justin. If I seem to remember correctly your no stranger to a little yourself.” Wade said. His speech heavy with liquor. 

“I tried the shit okay Wade and I don’t seem to remember it being in the middle of the damn afternoon while my half out of it girlfriend was laying on the couch in need of help!”

“You know what…I don’t even understand while you’re still here Justin.” 

“Well its pretty obvious that there needs to be at least one coherent person here!” 

“Coherent my ass Justin.” Wade said standing from the table. “We both know the real reason you’re here and its not gonna happen.” 

“Are you serious?!” Justin shouted completely taken aback by Wade’s comment. “You’re really that insecure that you think I’m gonna try to pick up your girl while she’s drugged up! Your absolutely insane!” 

Hearing the two men arguing in the other room, Michelle was slowly beginning to regain some sort of physical consciousness. Carefully she sat herself up on the sofa. When she completely upright a wave of fatigue washed over her and she had to brace herself against the arm of the sofa. Her head felt like it weighed fifty pounds, so did each of her limbs.

As she tried to push herself up off the sofa she could here that their argument was getting more heated. Slowly she stood up, this time waiting for the fatigued feeling to fade away before she moved again. Once the feeling had dissipated she began to make her way to the kitchen one step at a time. The closer she got the louder their voices got, and the more of their argument she could hear.

“Oh I didn’t hear you singing that song when you were fucking Britney!” 

“That’s because Britney was doing all the singing that night.” Wade said a cocky grin plastered on his face as the effects of both liquor and coke sunk in.

That was all Michelle heard before the sound of a serious fight erupted from her kitchen. Quickening her pace as much as she could, she arrived in the doorway to see both men giving each other a pay-per-view worthy beating.

She just couldn’t believe her eyes. Justin was no better than Wade. It was all about them. For all the two of them knew she was laying on the sofa dead and here they were fighting over which one was more in the wrong for sleeping with the others girlfriend. At that moment Michelle wished that she had Chris’ gun so that could put all three of them out of their misery. This whole thing was like an episode of the Twillight Zone that just would not end.

“STOP IT!” she yelled with everything she could “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!” 

Hearing her voice, both men brought their assault on each other to a halt and turned in her direction. Quickly, Wade got to his feet and began to walk toward her. As he got closer Michelle took in the entire scene around her. The white tracks on the table, the half empty bottle, the glazed over look in Wade’s eyes. Racing her eyes back and forth between the two men, Michelle began to laugh hysterically. The entire scene in front of her, this entire day, her entire life had to be a joke.

“You are both absolutely fucking pathetic.” She said, her laughter quickly dying down in to an eerie silence. 

Both men stood there speechless as she turned and headed toward the stairs with out so much as another word.