chapter twenty seven

word count: 610

despite his original heady joy at seeing jessa in the doorway,, cuffed and once again within his realm,, the voice of reason,, such as it was,, inside vic di marco took over and told him he better buy a little time and think about the next step...

although a nagging part of him, he liked to call "little jimmy",, said cuff her to the bed and just fuck the shit out of her every available orifice... vic decided to go with the slow methodical approach,, and began by calling down to jorge,, and requesting a pair of bolt cutters at his earliest convenience,, translation,, "yester-fucking-day..."

he slowed down the tempo of the whole thing.. offered jessa a beer,, instructed her to relax,, and have a seat, and resumed his position on the bed...

"so what the fuck is exactly going on here??" jessa asked as she hoisted the beer to her parched lips with almost unequivocal ease,, for someone that had been nearly killed, kidnapped and remained handcuffed in a cheap motel room with a man of questionable intentions...

a resilience,, vic did not let go unnoticed... "work it di marco.." he couldn't help but say to himself...." there may be more than just a easy piece of ass in there somewhere,, and right this moment you need every fucking thing going your way,, you can muster..."

"you got balls for a bitch in cuffs..." he retorted,, doing his best to assume the position of authority he believed was rightly his,, while not treading too heavily until he decided what purpose this little bitch might serve for him..." i say we start with you... and that punk alexander you went to visit today..."

"jason,, what the fuck could jason have to do with all of this... he's fucking locked up... hes been locked up,, you know that.." jessa looked at him with a face that read confusion,, but inwardly a very definite light went on...

this fucker was in some way connected to that dead baby.. has to be.. why else would he have taken an interest in her?? surely a guy like that didn't have to pay for pussy,, and even if he did he didn't have to shop it at the doc.... he thought jason knew something,, and he had talked to her about it.. that was the only logical explanation... he wanted to know what jason knew....

"just answer the fucking question, ok?? don't tell me what i already know..." vic took a long pull off his beer,, never loosing sight of her even as he tipped the can to his lips...

jessa assumed the position....

"jason is my old man,, or was my old man,, or might still be my old man,, i don't know ... its a complicated arrangement... with him in there and me out here,, who knows... a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do you know..." she said,, sheepishly hanging her head,, rubbing her feet together uncomfortably.. the perfect 'she ought to be ashamed' stance....

" last week i heard something in the news.. i saw jason on the tv,, something about him and some other dude finding a dead baby in a bucket on the side of the road... to tell you the truth,, the only reason i went in there today was to find out what the fuck was up with all of that... you know,, did he have anything to do with it... cuz i might be a lot of things,, but i ain't no accomplice to no shit like that you know...." her voice trailed off with her eyes....

the silence was broken by the chime of vic's cell... simultaneously,, they looked at each other,, each silently hoping it was jorge....