Chapter 29：Tit for Tat?

"We're going to skip the formalities Ygritte," Jordan strolled into the study and pushed Amelia's chair back, "Why did you do it??"

"Jordan I-" Amelia looked at him, frightened, "Preston said if I didn't do it then-it would have been me instead," she hung her head in shame.

"Hmm.." Jordan held his chin and pretended to be in deep thought, "so you gave up Lana instead..makes sense I guess," he shrugged.

"What?!" her head snapped up.

"Preston is a crackhead and is blazed half the time..what's your excuse for taking part in this Amelia," his eyes were fire and ice all at once.

"He threatened me-" she cried out.

"But you made conscious decision to help him **** my wife didn't you?!"Jordan shot back, "you even spiked her drink with a double dose of the drug!" I shouted, "why did you do that? Huh?!"

"I was scared!" she said as the tears pooled her eyes,

"Ahhh...I see.." Jordan stood up. "Are you scared Ygritte?" Jordan got up stared directly into her eyes.

"Y-e-ss.." she gulped and looked at the bodyguards that towered behind Jordan.

"Good," Jordan said with satisfaction, "it's good that you're afraid," he paced around her chair, "At least I've got the decency to plan this thing in front of you; and not behind your back like what you did to someone that considered you a friend," he stopped in front of her, "Now I'm going to get one of these guys to lock you in a tiny bathroom and have his way with you? How about that? Sound familiar?"

"Don't! Please! I'll do anything!" she fell at Jordan's feet and groveled.

"Guys, can I have a volunteer to take this lovely lady into the restroom and do whatever you feel like with her? Actually I want you to go as far as Preston did with my wife..or further maybe? Rick? Pete? You're game?" Jordan asked.

"Let me at her JC. I think I will do a good job than Rick over here," Pete motioned with his head.

"No, no, no. Please allow me JC? I will do a better job than Preston," Rick said smugly.

"Okay, Rick you're our guy!" Jordan patted Rick on the back, "don't worry Amelia I'll just turn a blind eye like you did and I hope, for your sake, there's someone that cares enough to come and knock the door down-like I did," Jordan stepped away from her, "Hey don't forget to rough her up and spike her drink before-just like Preston did to my wife."

"Waaiiitt! Don't leave me! I'm sorry! Please! Preston made me do it-he-he threatened me," Amelia wailed.

"Why didn't you come to me?! You had a choice and you did the wrong thing, Amelia! That makes you as bad as Preston!" Jordan yelled at her, his blue eyes blazing. "By the way-enjoy your stay in prison," he informed her before he left the room.

"Take her away Rick and don't come out until she passes out just like Lana," Jones looked down at her with disgust.

"You saw it fit to do it to Lana so why should I feel sorry for you? Take her away," Jones said.

"Noooo! Please!" Amelia screamed as Rick threw her over his shoulder; to carry out orders.

"How far do you want to take this Jordan?" Jones asked as they walked to the car.

"As far as Preston took liberties on my wife," Jordan replied tersely, "I want her to experience everything that Lana went through. She should have a play by play version and we'll see how she feels being in the same shoes."

"So they're not going to actually...?" Jones raised his eyebrow.

"No! I gave them strict instructions not to take it that far," he reiterated.

"Okay," Jones opened the door for Jordan and he jumped in.

"Please take me to the hospital? I need to check on Lana before I lose my mind," Jordan sighed heavily, "the doctor has assured me that he didn't..get very far."

"What a relief!" Jones sagged on the driver's seat.

"If he had-I was going to kill him with my bare hands," Jordan clenched his fist.

"Not if I got to him first-with a bullet straight through his head," Jones said with conviction.

"I think we need to leave this place. Just me and Lana," Jordan said, "please make the arrangements?"

"Where are we going to this time?" Jones questioned, knowing he was part of the plan.

"Jamaica," Jordan replied.

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"Good morning baby," Jordan sat on the hospital bed and held Lana's hand. Her eyes fluttered open and she groaned.

"You told him," she snatched her hand out of his grasp and turned aside.

"What?!" Jordan asked, confused.

"I told you something in confidence," she cleared her throat, "and you told Preston so he could use it against me," she sniffled.

"Sweets.." Jordan jumped onto the bed and lay in front of her, "look at me? Please?" he held her face tenderly.

"I honestly have no idea what you're going on about" his platinum hair flopped over his eyes and he tossed it back, "can you at least fill in the blanks so that we can be on the same page?" he stared at her intently.

"He knew," she whispered, "he knew about Scott," she dropped her gaze.

"Who's Scott baby?" Jordan asked gently.

"My ex," she gulped as she twisted her hands nervously.

"I didn't tell him anything about it sweets. I swear. Maybe he overheard me talking to Jordan the other day...I wanted Jones to help find him so you wouldn't have to worry about him coming back-I didn't want it hanging over your head," Jordan explained, "plus you never really told me his name.."

"Oh," her eyes focused on his chest.

"You like my t-shirt?" Jordan joked.

"I've always found plain white t-shirts fascinating," she rolled her eyes.

"This isn't just any white t-shirt babe-it's an original Levi," Jordan held out the hem of the t-shirt and grinned.

"I'm sorry for spoiling your night," Lana apologized.

"Hey..don't do that," Jordan held her chin up and gazed into her brown orbs, "I should be the one apologizing actually. I was supposed to protect you but-"

"Can we not talk about this?" she frowned and looked away.

"Sure," there was an awkward silence. "I'll go and check with the doctor if he's done with your discharge papers," Jordan hopped off the bed and left the room.

Lana looked up the ceiling and sighed heavily. How did she end up in this situation for a second time? If Jordan hadn't kicked down the door when he did then-she didn't even want to think about it. She would rather keep it buried in her emotional archives.

"Good morning!" Jones stood at the door with his hands in his pockets. "Is there room for one more?" he smiled.

"Jones!" Lana gave him a genuine smile, "come in!" Jones got to her in two strides and engulfed her in a bear hug.

"You okay kid?" he leaned back and examined her.

"Yeah," she grinned.

"Good. The doctor has given you the green light, you can go home" he nodded with satisfaction, "did your husband tell you that we're going on honeymoon?"

"No Jones," Jordan cut in, "but you might as well tell her."

"Tell me what?" Lana asked.

"We're going to the Caribbean baby," Jones smiled.

"What?! Really babe??" Lana gushed and Jordan nodded with a smile.

"Let's get out of here I need to pack."