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Love Undercover	By : gallygaskins Category: M through R > Robin Hood Views: 1581 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 10

For a Monday night the club had been packed and Vasey had wasted no time in finding Jo as soon as she and the bass player had been dropped off by Guy. He made his apologies to his friends before sidling off through the club and accepting his customers' compliments. Diving through the heavily secured double door that led back stage he quickly ransacked the rooms like a whirlwind trying to find her. "Ah, there you are." He motioned as he stepped into a dingy looking room toward the far corner of the building.

All eyes turned to Vasey to see who he was talking to and once satisfied it wasn't them they turned back to the occupation that they had been momentarily arrested from. He bridged the gap between himself and Jo, picked up a limp hand and placed a kiss on the back of her knuckles. It was unwelcome but Jo felt powerless other than to let him do it. "You where looking for me?" She finally managed.

"Yes, yes. I don't know what Guy has said to you, if anything, but I really enjoyed your performance last night."

"He did mention it."

"Good, nice to know my messages get through. Did he mention anything else?"

She knew what he was about; the lurid remarks and the roving eye making her feel slightly more uncomfortable in his presence. Taking her hand back from his vice like grip she undid the buttons of the long Mac that she was wearing. Sliding the coat from her shoulders and allowing it to drop on the seat behind, she felt several sets of eyes on her as she slowly turned on the spot. "Was this what you were wondering about?"

He pondered for a minute, his eyes taking in the subtlety of her outfit. She'd made a compromise, yes hem and necklines had been reduced but not at the expense of her modesty. Now he could see why Guy liked her, her sexiness was internal and intimate, hidden behind layers of clothing away from the naked eye, Guy had seen her inner beauty. But the outfit in its own way had many a heart racing in that room; self consciously she hid herself in her jacket again. "It'll do very well, my girl. Already I can see from the other men in this room that it has the desired effect. Make sure you keep it up." He sneered before exiting the room with the same bravado as he had entered.

She sat down on the nearest chair her legs like jelly, taking respite. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest and covered it with her hands as she tried to regain her composure. She felt someone crouching down near her, Allan. One hand was on her knee another on her shoulder. "Are you ok?" He asked quietly.

She nodded, "I'm fine. Vasey always has the knack of making me feel dirty just by looking at me. I'll be glad when I no longer have to do this."

"Me too," Allan confided, rising to his feet. "Suppose we'd better warm up, we've only got five minutes before we have to get out there. By the way, you look beautiful."

She could tell that his comment was totally genuine, 'maybe in another life,' she thought. "Thank you, Allan."

Before she knew it, the band were on, they'd played for their audience and then were off again as quickly. By the time they got back to the dressing room they were met by Vasey and his groupies. He ushered the band away leaving Jo with him.

His hand caught Jo's elbow and pulled her toward him. As the gap closed she could sense the faint whiff of alcohol and she turned her head away from the stench, nearly retching. "You were brilliant tonight, thank you," he stammered as he backed out of the room, Jo being pulled along with him down the bleak corridor. Suddenly Jo realised that she was in danger and looked back toward the dressing room; Allan was trying to get to her but he was being held back by some of Vasey's entourage. She watched in horror as they first pelted him with their fists until he was on the floor, then kicked at his still body before they followed on behind. She struggled, attempting to free herself from Vasey's grip but found she was unable to. She screamed out, but a sudden slap around her face stopped her from making any more noise as she was led through the back of the club and out to an awaiting car.

"What's going on?" She asked, taking in the open boot as she looked around her for a means of escape.

"You've not finished entertaining us yet," Vasey spat out, a hand reaching for her blouse and tearing away the translucent fabric that covered an arm, "oh, such creamy white skin," he licked his way up the exposed flesh smiling as he did so, "delectable. No wonder Matthews wanted to make you his! Now, be a good girl, do the things we want and you can go."

"What do you want with me? Is this just to hurt Guy?"

"Hurt Matthews? Why would I want to do that? He has been a most loyal compatriot, shame that you couldn't be as dependable. But then maybe you have been, only not to me and Guy." He sat her on the edge of the boot lifting her inside, "you see, I know about you, missy. I know what you are. Shame really, you had potential," a finger brushed over the centre of her breast, she shuddered at his touch.

"What do you know?" She shouted, kicking out against the wandering hands that he'd set free along the length of her legs and to her core. She spat at him and he stopped, slapping the same spot on her face, before pulling away from her and wiping his face with the arm of his jacket. "Are you going to rape me?"

"Depends on how good you're going to be. I might kill you though." He snarled, as he pushed her escaping body back into the boot, grabbing at the boot lid and slamming it shut. Her head hit the side of the rear wheel arch and she blacked out.

When she came around she found herself in a darkened room, she was lying on a mattress with her arms tied together above her head and to the bedstead behind her. She peered around the room trying to ascertain where she was and if she had company. She heard a noise to her left and found that she had an unwelcome visitor after all, Vasey. "Finally," he scoffed, "I've been waiting for you to come round. Need to have a little chat with you."

"Is this to do with what you think you know about me?" She shouted.

"Not think, love. Know. I know you're a copper."

"How? Who told you?"

"I'm not sure if I should tell you? It might get a little nasty between the two of you if I do." Guy, how could he. After everything they had shared together he had betrayed her to Vasey. "Do I sense there may be trouble in paradise, hmm?"

A lone tear fell down her pale cheek, "so Guy told you."

"Guy?" Vasey questioned, smirking. "Who said anything about Guy? But if he knew already then perhaps I should be questioning his loyalty to me."

'Shit!' In her haste her anger had betrayed Guy to Vasey, vehemently she turned on him, "Do what you want to me Vasey but I swear I will kill you if you do anything to hurt Guy."

"Oh, such display of affection. How sweet," his face turned sour as if he had been sucking a lemon, "makes me feel like I want to spew. I'll deal with him later, but first you. Are you sleeping with him?" A hand reached up and cupped her breast, then covered it. Jo froze; she certainly didn't welcome the gesture, hoping that he'd get bored and leave her alone. She howled in pain as his hand squeezed the plump flesh, he asked his question again, "are ... you ... sleeping ... with ... him?"

"Yes," she managed, tears coming to her eyes as he slowly let go of his grip.

Both hands rested over her hips as he knelt on the bed beside her. He trailed a finger over the thin lycra material that was covering her from her waist and down her upper thighs. It dipped in at her belly button before finding a way over her mound and down toward her sex. "And is he good?"

"That's none of your business," she bit out, Vasey's fingers now sliding in around the top of the waistband and pulling the skirt down over her hips and legs as she tried to wriggle away from his ministrations.

"You see, I think it is my business. I had no doubts about Matthews' loyalty until you turned his head. I don't know how many times I've told him to never trust a woman." His hands slid around her backside and under the straps of the panties she was wearing, he ripped them from her body before eyeing his prey. His hand rested over her pubic bone, his fingers tugging at the dark curly hair that covered it, he sniggered as a calloused finger pressed against her opening, "how many times has he done this to you I wonder?" He mused, as he sunk his finger sharply and as deeply as he could within her. He heard her screams as he continued his brutal attack. "Oh, shush, I'm just warming you up. You must have realised that I wasn't just going to let you sing in the club. Women in my club are there for one reason and one reason only, to please my customers in whichever way I see fit."

She bit back a sob, writhing as much as she could in order to get away from him but he was stronger and without the use of her arms she was powerless to do anything. She tried kicking out at him but he held her ankles down by sitting on them, the pain ebbing through her body as she solemnly believed he had drawn blood. She felt like she was being cut open by a knife's edge, her inner walls dry and painful as he continued to probe her with his fingers. A whimper escaped and she saw him grin, he'd won this round. He pulled his fingers out of her, "you'll do. Right, be a dear and keep warm," he threw a folded blanket over her middle, but from where it landed it barely covered her up. "I'm just going to get the other half of the entertainment." She pulled herself into a ball as she heard the door close and once she knew she was alone she let out the tears she had been holding back. She only hoped that someone would save her soon.

.oOo.

Guy was tired and irritable. A long night in the casino and an even longer closing up procedure had hampered his repeated requests to get everything done as quickly as possible. By the time he had finally locked up and was sat in his car to go and pick Jo up it was 2.43 am. He checked his watch again just to make sure, "Jo, I'm sorry, I'm on my way now," he whispered as he started the car and drove the few miles distance between the two businesses.

Jo, his mind teased him bringing a smile to his lips as he thought about how he'd like to get her out of the outfit he seen her in after Marion had finished her work earlier that evening. He'd whistled his appreciation when she'd come and shown him, his eyes had taken in every last detail, the translucent fabric that had covered her arms, the bustier forming her shape into a perfect hourglass as it pushed her breasts higher and together causing a deep set cleavage to appear. The waist nipped in and then back out over her hips as the shortest skirt he'd ever seen Jo in peaked out from underneath and barely covered her bottom. On her legs she was wearing long boots that came up over her knee and he'd grinned. "What?" She'd asked.

He'd pointed at her boots before closing the gap between her and crushing her to him. His lips were at her ear, kissing her and nibbling at the lobe. "Would you keep those boots on later?" He'd growled, his voice thick with desire.

"Yes, if you want me to." She'd agreed, "I wish I didn't have to go, not tonight."

He'd nodded, "Nor me. It's only a few more days, Jo. Hang tight."

"I know. I just have this feeling of dread."

"About what?" Guy had asked, pulling her ever closer to him.

"About Vasey and having to be in that club without you."

He'd lifted her chin then, placing the sweetest of kisses to her lips, "Vasey will not harm you, Allan is there to look after you and if something happens then I'll be there as quick as I can."

She'd nodded, "I know you will, come hell or high water. Best get off then, I suppose."

And as he neared the club and his thoughts came back to reality, he began to panic, something wasn't right. He parked up and looked around for Vasey's car; it was nowhere to be seen. He ran up the steps to the back entrance and walked around the dressing rooms looking for Jo. She wasn't in any of them but he found Allan, sprawled out on a bench nursing his head with an ice pack that one of the girls had managed to find for him.

"Where is she Allan?" Guy snarled, "I thought I could trust you."

"I thought I could trust me too. Look Guy, Vasey had us split up as soon as we'd come off stage, me and the rest of the band on one side of his mates and he and Jo on the other. I tried to get to her but they were stronger than me, I've been punched and kicked, they knocked me out."

Guy shook his head, his brows furrowed and his face forlorn. "Ok, I'm sorry. Do you have any idea where they might have taken her?"

"Out, that's all I know. He pushed her into the boot of the car; the girl that came to my aid had seen it all from an upstairs window. She said that they all piled into the car and left pretty damn quick." Guy started back toward the open doorway, "Guy, wait! We need back up; I'll have to call it in."

"Then do it already," he shouted from the door, "I think I know where they'll take her but we have to hurry." He turned back to Allan, who had now joined him, "I can't lose her, Allan."

"We won't, come on I'll call the station on the way to wherever it is we're going. Where are we going?"

Guy opened the car door, "to Vasey's penthouse, where else?" He disappeared inside the car.

Allan jerked his body inside also, just as Guy put the car into gear and began to move away. "Vasey's penthouse? Isn't that where that girl died?"

Guy shot him a look, "yes, let's just hope it's not two girls by the time we get there. I'm coming Jo." As he sped through the streets of Tower Hamlets he listened intently to the conversation that Allan was having with his boss. "What's going on?"

"We haven't got enough manpower to storm the place, DCI Hood is doing the best he can but he needs to pull in support from other stations."

Guy shook his head, "tell him to phone DCI Paul Taylor at Vice, tell him to give Taylor this message, 'the vase is pent up, blues in danger'."

"Is that code or something?" Allan asked quite innocently.

Guy glared at him, "do it! They'll send out whatever backup your boss needs." He stopped the car in the building's underground car park.

Allan's hand rested on Guy's arm, "where are you going. Robert's told us to sit calm until they arrive."

"Allan, I will not let Vasey hurt Jo anymore than is necessary. I'm going in, there's a service lift at the back of the building that I'm hoping Vasey doesn't know I know about. Then there are a couple of flights of stairs before I can get in and surprise him. Tell your boss that when he gets here, then I suggest some of you use that way in, I'll leave the door on the latch at the top, there's only one penthouse apartment here so no one should get mistaken where they're going." He held his hand out, "good luck Allan, hopefully I'll see you soon?"

"Yes, mate. Good luck to you too, go find her, get her safe and we'll catch you in a bit." The two men shook hands before Guy was making his way up through the building and catching the service lift up as far as it went. When it arrived at its destination Guy cautiously peered out into the corridor, assessing the situation. Once he was certain that the coast was clear he made his way along the hall to the emergency exit and climbed the stairs to the top floor.

In front of him was an imposing fire door that appeared to be able to only be opened from inside the penthouse; however, having checked the place securely on a previous visit, Guy had found a latched button above the door that allowed fire crews access if required. He pulled his keys from his pocket, found the one that fit the lock, unlocked the button and pressed it home. The door clicked open and he was able to go into the penthouse. As promised he left the door slightly ajar and proceeded to check out the vestibule he was now in.

He pressed his ear to the first door; he could hear muffled voices beyond and decided that that was the access to the open plan living quarters. He drew a large arrow on the door with a black pen he found in his jacket and then went in search for another opening that would take him upstairs. Once found he opened it a chink and spied out. He could see the staircase in front of him, a quick dash and he could zip upstairs, but something stopped him. The faint noise of footsteps could be heard on the landing above, a pair of shod feet suddenly appeared making their way down the steps. He closed the door silently and waited, counting the seconds in his head before reopening the door and stepping through. He took the stairs as quickly and as quietly as he could and as soon as he'd reached the top step he began searching the rooms for her.

Vasey's master bedroom was next; Guy opened the door and peered in. As he eyes sought the end of the bed he saw the heels of the boots that Jo had been wearing earlier on, he walked in closing the door behind him certain that the still figure was in fact the woman that he loved. As he rounded the corner he nearly choked, with her hands tied above her head and the lower half of her body naked he already feared the worst. "Jo?" He whispered; his heart breaking.

She was a sight when she turned to face him, her make-up was smudged, eyeliner and mascara had cascaded down over her cheeks along with her tears. An angry bruise had formed over an eye, the purple, red and blue making a stark contrast against her usually porcelain features. The sleeve had been ripped from her top, exposing part of her breast, it looked swollen. "Guy? Is that you?" He nodded, "I knew you would come."

"Always my love," he began searching the room for her underwear and skirt but in the light it was impossible to tell if they were still there or Vasey had carted them off as souvenirs. Searching through drawers he found something that would do and returned to her, freeing her from her rope manacles and helping to dress her. He sat with her on the bed, her arms reaching around him as he held her close, "what happened?"

"Nothing," Jo answered.

"Don't lie to me, Jo. Please tell me, I need to know."

She snivelled, her fresh tears soaking his shirt, "I ... he ... I can't."

He caught her chin with his fingertips and drew her face level with his, "you must, my darling."

"You'll leave me," she wailed, struggling to control the mix of emotions that her body was dealing her.

"I will never leave you, Jo. Did he ... hurt you?" She nodded, "like before, when you were fifteen?" She shook her head. "Tell me, I will not judge you. It's not your fault if he raped you."

"What is rape, Guy? Sexual intercourse didn't take place."

"It doesn't have to. You should know that."

"But what evidence is there to suggest that he has been anywhere near me."

"You, here, like this against your will. I've seen it, I can testify."

"You're a criminal, Guy. Your word counts for as much as his does. But he's got money and influence; he has power over me, over both of us."

"He has nothing. What did he do to you?" He reached up and touched the puffy skin on her face; she flinched, "apart from him punching you, that is."

"He squeezed my breast really hard," she sniffed back her tears, "and then he ... pushed his ... fingers ..."

Guy pulled her back into his arms, his mouth silencing hers as he kissed her. "Don't tell me anymore, not yet. I think I have an idea of what it is that Vasey did to you. I'm so sorry Jo, for not being there when I should've been, for allowing you to go through with this crazy idea in the first place, especially when I found out you were police. Oh God, if there's anything, anything at all that I can do to make this all go away then just ask me to do it. I've let you down."

"You haven't, there was nothing that could be done. Allan tried but they were just too strong for him. Don't blame yourself."

He got up from the bed and walked to the window. "But I am to blame. I should never have let this situation get this far. If only I'd been able to stop this before; before I knew you." He turned back toward her. "Why did I let you become involved?"

"You had no choice."

"No, Jo. I had plenty of choice. I wish I'd never said yes in the first place."

"To what?"

"To joining Vasey. I should've just stood up to my boss and told him 'no'. I knew it was going to land me and everyone around me in hot water. But I was the only one that was above suspicion. Vasey never had an inkling of who I was. I was new, it made sense." The frustration was evident in his voice as he threw his fists down on top of the dressing table in front of him.

Jo got up from the bed and followed the same path that Guy had already beaten. She flung her arms around him, her face buried against his back. "Shh, Guy," she soothed, "it doesn't matter, we can get through this."

He turned in her arms, taking a seat on the stool behind him and gathering her up into his embrace before placing her on his lap. "Can we?" His face had fallen, unshed tears lapped in his eyes. "I should've protected you like I said I would. I can't bear the idea of him having his hands all over you and inside of you."

She pressed her finger to his mouth. "Only you have the power to heal me, Guy. You did it before, you can do it again. You're the only man I trust." She laid her head against his chest. He kissed the top of her head and for a few minutes they held one another, safe in each other's embrace. "Guy? Who are you?"

"What?"

Jo pulled away from him, her eyes locking with his, she smiled. "You said, before. 'Vasey never had an inkling of who I was'. I was just wondering what you meant by that?"

A sudden noise came from the doorway bringing the lovers out of their reverie. "Yes, Matthews, if it is indeed Matthews. I think we'd all be interested to know the answer to that question, wouldn't we?" Vasey asked, "and why is it that you've seen fit to always spoil my fun? Just when my friends and I were going to find out exactly how good your girlfriend was."

"Vasey," he stood up, placing Jo on her feet by his side. He held onto her hand as she cupped her free hand over their joined ones. "You will never touch Jo again; you'd have to kill me first."

"Is that right. Oh why must you complicate things, Matthews? Why can't you just give up the cover story and let me have the girl. You've lost, both of you. After all, I can't imagine what you've found for Vice to look into, hardly enough evidence in that file you stole."

"There's enough, you murdered that girl with your drugs. I saw it, I cleaned up the mess."

"Quite, some might even say that you infiltrated my businesses to gain something for yourself, in the end. I mean, where has all my money been going? Certainly not to some sick mother, I checked. Appears to be a holding account in the name of Guy Gisborne." Vasey relished the words as he spoke them. He noticed how Jo was backing away from Guy, how she was pulling her hand from his grip, "that's right, DI Harper, this is the man you thought you could trust. May I take this opportunity to introduce you to DI Guy Gisborne, Vice squad."
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