Whisper My Name

Chapter 15

February 7, 1992

Warehouse, Chicago

Even you and me

We keep coming apart

And it's a wrong thing...

~ (Love Me Like Music) I'll Be Your Song ~ Heart ~

There was a chill that ran so deep into Bo's bones he almost wished for death. His muscles trembled with the exertion of trying to keep himself warm. A constant shaking that would never stop. Jason entered the room staring him down at him for a moment. He'd never seen someone as strong as Bo Brady. The guy was a stubborn mule. Raised by an Irishman, but his father was The Greek. If there was anyone in the world that Jason feared more than Raffi Torres it was Victor Kiriakis. Finding out that Bo was Victor's son had Jason rethinking his life choices, because when everything went down...and Jason had no doubt that it would, Victor Kiriakis was going to destroy everything in his path. Jason wasn't sure he wanted to be standing in his path.

Bo glanced up, barely able to lift his head, and saw Jason watching him. He had no energy left to fight, but he could see the indecision in the other man's eyes. Bo knew he might actually die there, but he'd let Jason know a few things the day before. If Raffi Torres succeeded in killing him, the wrath of Victor Kiriakis was a guarantee for anyone involved. From the looks of Jason that knowledge might just save Bo's life. Bo had never been close to his father, but he knew family was important to Victor. No matter what, if Bo died as Raffi's prisoner, Victor would burn the Torres Organization to the ground, and Bo would be laughing from the afterlife.

Walking out of the room, Jason looked at the guard, "Feed him. Give him water, too."

The guard looked confused, "Raffi said–"

Jason leaned close. "--that man in there," he said pointing back towards Bo, "I just found out his father is Victor Kiraikis. What the fuck do you think that means for us if Bo Brady dies?"

The guard looked back into the large cavernous room, where Bo sat tied to a solitary chair on a concrete slab. He looked near death as it was. "You sure?"

"I do my fucking homework," Jason growled low in his throat. "No more dousings. Feed him, and give him water. Not enough to gain strength and fight back, but enough so if this all goes to shit, we aren't murdered by the Kiriakis Organization. Understand?" Jason walked away, and said nothing further.

"Shit," the guard mumbled, going in search of food. "I ain't dying for fucking Raffi Torres. That's for sure."

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Charles Wright Cabin, Outside Telluride, Colorado

"Eli! No! I wasn't ready yet!" Sami yelled from the hallway closet. They'd been playing hide and seek for a long time, but it wasn't any fun because Eric kept cheating. There was no way he was counting by alligators and she knew it.

"I counted to twenty, Sarah. S'not my fault you didn't hide fast enough," Eric told her laughing. Sami was such a cry baby sometimes. He counted. Sure he counted really fast, and sometimes he skipped numbers, but she was still a cry baby.

"Hey you two," John called after them. "Go grab a book." The noise, the arguments, and the complaining were getting on his last nerve. He knew that Sami wanted as much time as possible to hide and he knew that Eric counted so fast he skipped several numbers in a row. It was funny for a while...until it wasn't.

"No," they whined simultaneously, unwilling to give up the game.

"Yes. Each of you grab a book, and go read for an hour. Time starts now," he said. "I know I bought those Junie B. Jones books for you Sami, and Eric...I believe you asked for Tail Spin comics at the store in Telluride. Go read."