Author: L

Rating:NC-17 (language, violence, sexual situations)

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Note: Involves non cannon character, no specific time line
 

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Part 13

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Vince!
 
 

"Lance?"
 
 

"What?"
 
 

"Let me go."
 
 

"No."
 
 

"Please! No one knows yet. You can still just walk away from this."
 
 

Vince!
 
 

"You know I'm not going to do that, Taylor. I have plans for you." Lance Tran turned a wicked plotting smile on her. "I have plans for us."
 
 

"What plans?" She trembled in the seat beside him, unable to help herself, unable to get free with hands cuffed securely in front of her.
 
 

"None of your fuckin business. Just enjoy the ride." His eyes stayed on the road ahead, his expression unchanged . Taylor realized this was nothing to him. He was calm and uncaring, not the slightest trace of nervousness, of uncertainty present. He had been planning this for a very long time, she reasoned.
 
 
 
 

"Lance, these hurt. It feels like my hands are about to fall off. Take 'em off?" She tried her best compliant voice and forced herself to smile. At her wrist, red-swelling patches of skin screamed for relief from the chaffing pain of the steel, but there was nothing to be done. She knew the chances of Lance releasing her hands were small.
 
 

Vince!
 
 

"No."
 
 

She fell quiet for long solitary minutes as she tried to formulate another line of reasoning with the obviously unstable Lance. She watched the pavement roll by in an unending line, watched the cars with families going their own ways, living their own lives, safe in cars going anywhere but where she was. Then it struck her and she lifted her hands and began beating at the glass in front of her frantically, trying to gain the attention of the people in those passing cars.

"Help me! Help me!" She mouthed over and over. At her back came Lance's laughter.
 
 

"You really thinking that’s going to do any good?" He reached across and wound his hand in her thick hair and yanked her back into the seat, twisting her face to look at him as he spoke. "No one is going to help you, Taylor. NO ONE. If they try..." Releasing her head, he lifted the black mat steel from his lap and pointed it at her. "Well, you get the picture."
 
 

OH GOD VINCE!
 
 

"Fucker!" She hissed, spitting into his face, eyes smoldering with the deep seeded hatred she felt for him, the desire to do him the worst kind of harm. She longed to see him dead and mangled - a cold corpse.

The thick glob of her saliva slid down Lance's cheek and he tensed. It was the disrespect that he wouldn't tolerate from her, wouldn't allow. She belonged to him, owned property, his to train and he decided there was no time like the present.
 
 

She saw movement a fraction of a second before the sharp crack crossed her cheek, and with it a wild searing burn took up residence trailing up into her eye. The hard slap left her momentarily dazed but not dazed enough not to see what he intended to do next. Sending the car racing across three lanes of traffic with cars breaking hazardously behind them, he hit an off ramp and sped onto the near deserted street below. He made a series sharp turn and they were in the parking lot of an industrial park. One that was, more than likely, under construction at some point in time but sat looking like some Jurassic skeleton now.
 
 

Vince! Vince! Vince!!!
 
 

Lance hit the brakes with particular viciousness The abrupt stop threw her forward in the seat as she struggled anew against the cuffs. Before she could do more than turn her head, he was around the car and pulling her from the passenger side. Strong, punishing hands wrapped around her upper arms and shook.

The sentence started simple enough but it had a profound effect on Taylor.
 
 

"Don't ever......" Lance sneered into her face. His hands tightening with every shake, as he head snapped back and forth now like a worn rag doll.
 
 

In that one moment with his hands digging into her arms, those words rolling over his lips, she found something she thought she would never get back - something she wasn't at all sure she wanted back. She had told Vince she'd lost a year of her life, a whole year and that meant everything to a little girl that woke one day in a world she doesn't know. Now it all came rushing at her, like a wall of ice, threatening to crush the life out of her. She clenched her eyes tight and saw him, saw the man that had caused it all, saw her father.
 
 

There she was, eight years old with pigtails and freckles sprinkled across her small upturned nose. She stood in the dust outside her daddy's garage, scared and trembling, knowing nothing good ever came of being in the weather beaten building. Many a whippings had come to pass inside, and she shivered anew with the memory of them. Today was different, she decided as she looked over her small sun kissed shoulder to the house where screaming and shouting could be heard in a mixture of thick Arcadian and accented English. With a heavy sigh, she tilted her head, knowing it would last for hours. Daddy had come home from town, as mama would say "Two sheets to the wind." He was stumbling drunk, reeking of corn grain alcohol.
 
 

"Come on, Bo. Lets have us a look, huh?" She patted the head of the big, mangy Shepard at her side. Cocking his head up, he lapped at her fingers in reply, his tail wagging eagerly.
 
 

Taylor moved towards the dark yawning doorway of the garage. Inside sat the big, black car that fascinated her to no end. It was the very car her daddy had told her to never touch. Inside her head, she heard his voice.
 
 

"Petite, that there is my car.. Mon! Do' you ever...EVER...touch 'er. You hear?"
 
 

Now, here she was walking along her sleek black side fingers running along the smooth paint. Stopping at the door, she tried the handle, knowing inside would be the cool unsampled air of the chilled bayou morning, the cool air that was in hard contrast to the sweltering heat of the garage. Pulling against the door, she finally managed to open the heavy metal door and slide in behind the wheel. With a rebellious smile, she grabbed the wheel and let her mind imagine she was driving along in the powerful black sedan at break neck speeds. There was a moment of fear as she dropped her hands away from the wheel and lay against the cool vinyl seat, knowing her father treasured the car above all else, above her.
 
 

When exactly she fell asleep she didn't know but suddenly the car's door was being jerked open and she was being hauled out by her thin willowy arm, fire coursed along the limp with the brutality endure in that grasp. Her father stared down into her face, his eyes cloudy and dazed with liquor.
 
 

"Queest-ce que je vous ai dit, fille?" He shouted into her face, grabbing both of her fragile arms and dragging her into the air, face to face with him as he continued the tirade. "Huh? Wha' did I tell you, girl?" He spat, his eyes wild now, looking for that flicker of fear that would have him on her like a coyote on a wounded rabbit.
 
 

"Don't touch!...Don't touch!...Please, daddy!...Don't touch!" She finally broke and began to scream, feeling her neck straining with the force, her head pitching back and forth. Below Bo growled menacingly at the big man, teeth dripping saliva waiting for the chance to sink those ripping crushing teeth deep into flesh.
 
 

"You didn' listen, chere? You remember next time, non? You REMEMBER next time!" He shouted once more and then things would slow to nothing for Taylor. She would feel the air swallowing her up as she soared through it, soared with the force at which her father had thrown her across the garage. Nothing could compare to the horror of the moment, so small, so helpless, there was nothing to do but wait for the pain.
 
 

Screams - large and small - echoed across the rural landscape. The sounds of a man being torn to bloody shreds and a girl falling to earth. When the pain finally came it was in the form of searing heat, fire burning across Taylor's back, rolling across the skin without end. She lay with a weight far to heavy pinning her to the dirt flooring, pinning her beneath the garage's large kerosene heater. It had been left on carelessly that morning, no one bothering to check to see that it was extinguished, no one caring that a child may happen upon it.
 
 

That day was the beginning of a year alone and filled with pain beyond imagining, beyond what a child of eight should have been able to endure but Taylor had and she’d survived. Long months of hospital rooms turned into years of foster homes. Years that were far better than living with parents that worked at ignoring and hurting her.
 
 

Another hard crack against the cheek brought her back to the present. Lance's hand shoved her against the car and raised again to deliver another blow against the stinging firey patch across her face.
 
 

".....Do exactly what I tell you to..." He growled with deadly calm into her face, and it was the last thing she heard before darkness closed over her, pulling her into the soft embrace of unconsciousness .

Part 14

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The sky was filled with the sound of jet wash, the sight of silver flashed through the air, people fighting to get here and there. Vince growled in frustration. Weaving in and out of the traffic his eyes cut sidelong to Dom, gaining some sanity as the situation slipped further and further out of his control, gaining a moment of calm from the strength of his best friend. He willed time to stand still until he could get to her, until he found Taylor, and then he found a break in the sea of rolling steel. Determined he pushed the sapphire colored machine speeding along the asphalt.
 
 

Dom sat with a white knuckled grip on his own knee. His mind kept replaying Tran's words. Taylor was in trouble, real trouble and he wouldn't let Vince see how much that affected him, feeling like he had let them both down. He told himself over and over he should have seen it coming, should have done something.
 
 

There was a combined sigh of relief as the terminal came into view. "Take it easy, V. We got time. We'll find her." Dom reassured, not really feeling the certainty of his own words.
 
 

"Yeah, brother...Yeah, I'll find her..." he said, practically running the car onto the walk way in front of the terminal. Jumping from the interior, he was met with yelling. "Hey! Hey! You can't leave that here!"
 
 

"Fuckin tow it!" he yelled back over his shoulder as he sprinted inside the massive building, a hopelessness quickly gripping him. Then he turned to find Dom beside him and the feeling faded away, vanished with a nod from the other man. "You take that way.." Dom pointed opposite him. "And I'll go this way..." He clapped Vince on the shoulder and they parted, each jogging away from each other, eyes scanning the mass of milling people.
 
 

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Handcuffs were refastened around cold smooth metal. Taylor was shoved down in the chair beside Lance with her head down, his jacket lying over her wrists to hide the chaffing cuffs. She sat there with tears coursing down her cheeks with her mind focused squarely on Vince. What would he think? What would he feel? Would he blame her? I love you, V.
 
 

"Lance..." she began, trying once more to free herself before it was too late, before she sat aboard some air liner looking down at the fading landscape, looking down on the life she might of had before Lance won.
 
 

"Shut up, Taylor," he responded blandly, flipping the pages of a high performance magazine he held between loose fingers with disinterest. Dropping it into the empty seat next to him, he stood and stretched.
 
 

"Lance, I have to use the restroom..." she said, keeping her voice low and slightly pleading.
 
 

"Hold it," he growled turning his menacing gaze on her. "Just shut the fuck up and sit there." He leaned down to her, hands braced at the chairs arm rests, face dangerously close to hers. "You still want to know where I'm taking you?"
 
 

"Yes.." She quickly nodded her head, fear lending a renewed trembling to her limbs. She wanted to know, wanted to be prepared for what was to come.
 
 

"I'm taking you home." He took that moment and clamped his lips over hers, shoving his tongue past the barrier of her lips, plundering the interior of her mouth.
 
 

Instantly, she felt bile rise, hot and stinging, to her throat. Home? That could only mean one place, Tokyo. She tried to shrink away from the intrusive kiss, the invasion into her mouth but nothing would stop him, except....
 
 

"Mr. Tran? Mr. Tran.."
 
 

Lance lifted his head just in time to see the streamlined blonde from the ticket counter. Her long hair bounced around her shoulders as she proceeded at a quick clip towards him.
 
 

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tran, but there seems to be a problem with the purchase of your tickets. It seems they are refusing your credit card." The blonde told him, hands folded casually in front of her. "If you'll follow me to the ticket counter I'm sure we can get this straightened out to your satisfaction."
 
 

Lance nodded lowering his eyes to Taylor, raising his shirt for her eyes and her eyes alone, reinforcing all the threats he'd leveled at her. The glimpse of the malicious tool he held so close to his body sent a clear and deadly message. Slowly, she nodded her head in understanding all the while trying to swallow back her horror at what that instrument could mean for her.
 
 

"I'll be back. Don't go anywhere." He told her, a twisted laugh coming from deep inside as he leaned down and applied another unwanted kiss to her pale chilled lips.
 
 

The ticket agent quirked a brow at the display, honeymooners they were not that was clear, but said nothing as she lead the way to back to the counter. No more than three feet from the counter and she caught a flash of movement from the corner of her eye. Before she could react she was thrown backwards, hitting the floor with a bruising impact.

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Face after face was searched with no recognition, no familiar form, none the love of Vince's life. One foot pounded the carpeted floor in front of the other, sprinting through the unending terminal. His stomach rolling, sickeningly, with each passing second that he couldn't touch her, hold her, the fear of loosing her overwhelming his senses.
 
 

Behind him, trailing, Dom had turned on instinct and followed instead of taking his own route, instead of splitting the search effort. Vince wouldn't notice him, wouldn't see, his focus on one end and one end alone, Taylor.
 
 

Down the corridor, smiling as he walked, turning at just the right instant, Vince caught sight of the man that fired a murderous rage inside. A red haze blurred his vision as he charged forward, slamming hard into Lance Tran and sending the woman in front of him bouncing onto her ass away from the two.
 
 

Lance was always on guard, ready for the unexpected, ready for the demon that lurked around every corner. This time the demon happened to be expected, happened to be his rival for Taylor. Lifting his knee as he plummeted to the floor, he landed a hard blow to Vince's mid section.
 
 

Vince’s reflexes were quick, just as quick as Tran's and both scrambled from a hold on the other, an advantage. Tran landed a blow against Vince's nose that sent a stream of crimson covering the lower half of his face. But he didn't get a second of opportunity; it was Vince that threw a punch that had Lance's head snapping backwards, the fleshy sound of the fight fueling the air around them. Another damaging blow and Vince had split the other man's eye at the brow. The advantage didn't hold for a third mauling impact. Instead, Lance's knee came up to slam hard into Vince's ribs. There was a sharp breath stealing pain as he felt the bone give with the blow.
 
 

With a grunt of pain Vince, momentarily, lost his hold on Tran and the other man scrabbled from below him, only to be grabbed and shoved face first to the floor. "Where is she you sonofabitch?" Vince shouted as he wound his fingers through Lance's hair and slammed his head, with a grotesque thud, against the floor. "Huh?"
 
 

Around them chaos broke out. The ticket agent was screaming as she scrambled to her feet. Another agent had appeared to assist her but opted to try and pull Vince off of Tran, in turn, yelling for someone to call security. In the distance, there was another scream that mingled with the ones around him, feminine, familiar, a voice he would have known instantly if the world hadn't narrowed to the thirst to inflict pain, to see blood from Tran.
 
 

Dom couldn't believe how suddenly heavy his own feet felt, how the corridor around him seem to stretch for miles instead of feet and a minute wound into hours as he rushed towards Vince. He watched the whole scene unfold, from V's charge to Tran's head being bashed against the floor, now in a repetition that could only end in one way. Behind him he heard the heavy pound of more feet rushing towards the scene and he stopped short of Vince, casting an appraising eye over his shoulder and then he heard it, heard her screams for Vince. Whipping his head in the opposite direction, he saw the object of their search.
 
 

Taylor had been slowly testing the cuffs that bound her wrist when the commotion yards away had captured her attention. Her mouth fell open when she saw him, a wave of sickened relief rolling through her and then the fight had begun. She was screaming before she even realized it, jerking wildly against the unforgiving steel at her wrist, not caring as they dug deep into flesh, grinding against bone. The only thing that mattered was getting to him, getting to Vince. She didn't know exactly when the large form materialized next to her, drawing her attention from her thrashing struggle.

She turned pleading eyes upwards. "Please, Dom! Please......"
 
 

Without so much as a thought, Dom planted a hand against her chest and pushed her as far from the rooted chair as her arms would allow, without being pulled from their sockets. He slammed his foot hard against the metal arm, again and again, until it gave way under the assault,until Taylor jerked her bound wrists over the edges of the twisted metal. There was a moment his own anger got the better of him as he saw the congealing blood that smeared the cuffs.
 
 

Vince gave an enraged howl as he was hauled by brutal hands off of Tran, wrestled to the ground his own hands brought behind his back. Across from him, he watched from the corner of his eye as Lance received similar treatment. But as the other man was brought to his feet a flash of green shimmered in the light for a split second before the object made contact with the floor. Vince stared, his vision narrowed on the knife that lay on the carpet at Lance's feet, jade honed to a deadly double edge and was ornately sculpted from handle to tip. He could have killed her. She could be dead. Thoughts flashed through his brain like a lightening strike, tearing at the thin fabric of his sanity as he was lifted to his feet. The a slight weight plowed fully into him,a head burying itself against his chest, tears soaking into the cotton of his shirt.
 
 

"God, Vince, are you ok? Are you hurt?" came Taylor's frantic voice. He would have laughed at her questions if the acute relief he felt didn't have him near passing out. She had been the one that Tran had abducted, had tried to take her out of the country and here she was asking him if he was okay.
 
 

"Yeah, baby. I'm fine. I'm good. Are you okay?" His words tumbled from his lips as he realized that he couldn't touch her, that he couldn't hold her. "God, Taylor..." Then he noticed her wrists bound too and groaned, knowing they were so close and still kept from the comfort each sought.
 
 

Nearby Dom stood with the security personnel explaining the events that had lead up to the two men being in custody, his eyes darting to Vince every few seconds relaying a silent message. I'll get you outta this, brother.

Epilogue

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The night stretched beyond the thick pane of glass broken by a million points of light that dotted the strip. Lights that filled the visual realm with an awed wonderment ... oddities that one could only find in the mecca of desert frivolity, a place where every building was a palace and every man imagined himself a king.

Behind Taylor the phone rang loudly in the quiet of the room. She left it, her attention riveted on the lights and energy of the city below. Behind her the phone was finally lifted from its cradle, a deep, loved male voice filling the room.
 

"Yeah?" Vince hugged the phone between his slicked shoulder and ear as he wrapped a thick fluffed towel around his mid section. "Hey, Mia...." he greeted, his voice low and filled with a tempered affinity.
 

A wide, affectionate smile lined Taylor's lips. She had to wonder just how long Dom had been trying to keep her away from the phone, how long he had tried to avert this call. Had it been days? A week?
 

"Yeah. Yeah, she's right here. Hold on." Vince grabbed up the phone from the night stand and stalked across the room toward her. Watching his progression over her shoulder, she drew a heated breath. The sight of dewy droplets sliding down his chest, gracing his abdomen to collect into the
downy soft towel slung low on his hips had her nea breathless, had her eyes heavy with peaking lust.
 

Handing her the phone, he gave her a heated smile filled with untapped passion. He lifted his free hand to run absently across his hard stomach, teasing in its slow progression. Taking the receiver, she covered it quickly with her hand. "You're bad, V. Very bad." She smiled and pulled her hand away, lifting the phone to her ear.
 

"Yeah, I am." He smirked, moving up behind her, molding his body perfectly to hers.
 

She bit roughly at her bottom lip before she opened her mouth. Her voice came out as someone else, controlled and even, nothing like she was feeling. "Hello." At the other end there was excited chatter, Mia asking a thousand questions in the space of a second.
 

Behind her Vince lifted the thin back strap that hugged her shoulder, kissing, licking along her scented skin. His arms snaked around her waist to inch the short black dress up her thighs. "Say goodbye, baby," Vince whispered, his hands moving everywhere at once, touching, caressing, kneading her body.
 

With her eyes dropping closed, her breathing more and more ragged, she tried to track the conversation with Mia and found it near impossible.
 

"Tell her you'll call her tomorrow," he growled, his body making its hardened state known behind her, demanding with the throbbing pulse against her body, rubbing between the twin globes of her ass.
 

"Yeah...Yeah, we did it this morning," Taylor told Mia, her hand coming up and finding its way behind her to caress Vince's bearded jaw. The ring that graced her left hand caught the light and shimmered with a newness that fascinated. "Yes, all legal now and NO there was no singing Elvis." She giggled, at Mia's absurd question.
 

Vince turned his head and captured her fingers, sucking it into his mouth, running his tongue along the edge of the the simple gold band. "Come on, Tay," he urged not willing to wait longer for her to finish the conversation.
 

Taylor's eyes rolled heavenward at the warm wet feeling that encompassed her finger. On the other end of the line Mia had handed off the phone to Dom. He barely managed to get a hello out before Taylor cut him off. "He'll call you later, Dom."

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Standing in the kitchen, leaning against the sink, Dom pulled the phone away from his ear. There was a knowing smile on his lips as he shook his head. "Married and still can't get them apart for more than a few minutes." He cut his eyes to Letty and gave her a teasing wink.

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Taylor dropped the receiver back in its cradle and turned in Vince's arms. Kicking out of her heels she lifted her bare leg to rest against his hip, arms wound around his neck. "I love you, Vince," she whispered, rubbing slowly against him, her thigh lifting slightly and pushing the towel from his hips. Over his shoulder she had a perfect view of his lean, muscular
flanks as he ground himself against her.
 

"Dom said Hi," she whispered, threading her fingers in his wet hair, pulling his lips down to hers. There was a soft gasp and she found herself draped across the bed, their bodies quickly coming together.
 

Poised above her Vince lifted his head and stared into her loving eyes, marveling that they had made it here, made it to total happiness, that they were together and nothing could come between them. One thought echoed over and over inside his head and it made him tremble with need for her and he supposed it always would.
 

Forever......

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