Ultimate Betrayal
Last chapter, Chapter 80 AN: This chapter contains more violent stuff than the last chapter I warned you about, It is so going to be rated R, lol. Please don't read if you may
get offended. If you do, don't say I didn't warn you.

"Gawd, she has to wake up." Tempest sighed, pacing around Jordan's room. It had been a little over two weeks since all the drama had went down and yet, Jordan was still in her comatose state, looking like sleeping beauty. Her face, though still swollen, was somewhat better looking and had a peaceful look to it.
"I wanna beat him so fucking bad." Dominic said, his fists clenched. The group had been keeping a close eye on him, as they all figured he had imagined her waking up. He had tried in vain, night and day, to make her wake up with his talks and pleading, but it had all been in vain. Other than the fact that she was breathing on her own, nothing had changed.
"Let's do it." Tempest stood up, ready for any kind of revenge on Johnny. Dominic sighed. He hadn't left her room in two weeks. The crew had gone on about living, running the garage, the café, but he had firmly stayed with her, taking showers, eating and sleeping at the hospital.
"I am not leaving her." He said, shaking his head grimly.
"It'll release some steam, and you need to get out. Think of how much damage the two of us together could do." Tempest grinned evilly. Dominic had to smile, despite himself. She had a point there. She could see she was starting to change his mind. "J would be proud to see us teamin up." She nodded, flexing her hands from the clenched fists they had been in.
"Fine, when Tiff gets here." Dominic agreed, looking at Jordan. He fought back tears looking at his baby girl.
"Yo, we're goin for a ride. Dom needs an airing." Tempest told Tiffany before her feet had even stepped into the room.
"You and Dom, going together. Out?" She asked, looking worried with a small grin.
"Baldy and I are going to go finish off a miserable ant." Tempest nodded and Tiffany nodded.
"Ah, I got ya now." She said, sitting by Jordan. They left and she sighed, exhausted and worn down. Brian and her had taken turns staying with Dominic. Brian walked in and silently pulled her up from her char, sat down and then pulled her back in his lap. They sat in silence, as they often had lately. The longer Jordan was unconscious, the less of a chance she had to wake up and survive.
"Tran, Tran, where are you?" Tempest called, her tone singsong as she walked into the new location they had moved him. She found him hovered in a corner, bruised and glaring.
"Don't you ever quit?" He asked, not moving.
"Nope, ya didn't quit wit my girl and I ain't gonna give your sorry ass no slack either. Only my rule of tenfold applies." She shook her head, kicking him in the face with her combat boot.
"Let me talk to this fool." Dominic said, nodding.
"I just got started having fun." She pretended to pout.
"Hot, come here." Ice called, sticking his head in the door.
"For what? I'm busy." She said, sounding irritated.
"He needs a massage." Dominic joked dryly and Tempest slapped him on the shoulder but started for the door.
"You're mine when I get back, punk." She pointed at Johnny.
"If he lives till then, yeah." Dominic glared at him, his arms folded, his muscles bulging out of his veins. He stared at Johnny so harshly that Johnny began to fidget. "I thought if you stayed

away, I'd stay away." He finally said, using Johnny's own words against him.
"She had nothing to do with you. I knew her apart from our bullshit." Johnny said in a low voice.
"Bullshit, Tran. That's bullshit." Dominic pushed over a chair nearby, his voice raising. He looked at Tran, his whole body shaking with anger as he got close to Tran's face. "You knew she was Brian's sister from the start. Be a man and admit it, asshole." Dominic picked him up by his shirt collar and threatened, his lips in a thin line.
"So what? She chose to go with me. She chose it all. All I did was give her what she deserved." Johnny said, his eyes even with Dominic's. Dominic hauled off and hit him straight into the face. He hit him so hard, his fist felt like it had hit a brick wall. He kept punching mercilessly until his arm gave out and went numb and sweat was pouring from his body.
"She didn't deserve anything." Dominic breathed hard as Johnny lay in a small pool of his own blood. "Nothing I can do can make you pay enough." Dominic said, kicking him in disgust and walking away. Tran's head lay on the cemented room. Dominic turned around and attacked him again, giving no words as he ruthlessly beat Johnny. Before he knew what was going on, Tempest and Ice were pulling him out of the room, his hands a bloody mess.
"I wasn't done." He muttered, physically and mentally exhausted as they cleaned and inspected his hands.
"I know this." Ice said, injecting him with a needle full of sedative. Dominic's arm was so numb he didn't even notice. He fell asleep sitting up as Tempest bandaged his hands.
"Bout time. I'm shocked it worked so quickly." Tempest said, pushing him back and covering him with a blanket.
"I used enough to tranqulize a horse." Ice grinned, kissing Tempest's neck. She turned around and kissed him back.
"Ok, so he let off some steam, he's finally going to rest after gawd knows how many days of not sleeping, and I am going to do what I came to do." She said, looking towards the room Johnny was in.
"You did do what you came to do." Ice grinned, his eyebrow playfully raised.
"Besides you, Ice." She rolled her eyes.
"Oh, so I was only a convenience." He pretended to look hurt. She kissed him and then looked at him.
"Would I use you? I am so innocent in that sort of stuff." She tried to bat her eyes and smile, one of Jordan's tricks.
"Riiiiight." Ice held her closely. "I love you, Tempest." He said, sighing contentedly.
"I love you too, Ice." She nodded and then worked herself free. "Come on. Let's go take a nap." She gave in. They checked the door to Johnny's room, making sure it was locked and then went to Ice's room. An hour later, after Ice was asleep, Tempest tossed restlessly. She got up and decided to go finish what she had started.
"Not you again." Tran muttered, barley able to lift his head. Tempest laughed with a 'ha'.
"You really are as stupid as you look, wow, and here I wasn't sure." Tempest growled.
"She dead? What's the occasion?" He asked, spitting at her.
"Two weeks to the day, mother fucker and it's time for you to die. By my hands." She said, kicking him again.
"Doesn't' matter, she's still gonna die. She has nothing. I took it all and there's nothing you can do to get her back." Johnny said, grinning. Tempest walked out and came back in, 20 minutes later.
"Looky at what I got, just for you. Some treats, Johnny." She smiled, sitting some stuff on a table

by the door. She had several chemicals and a branding iron. "You see, I really believe in giving back to the person for what they did and ya didn't really think I would kill you off so easily and end your suffering, did you?" She asked, taking a deep breath. She looked at the bleach and hot oil she had and smiled, shaking her head. "Nah, I don't roll wit the easy way, Boy, and you are going to pay." She said, heating up the branding iron.
"You are crazy." Johnny charged her verbally. She shrugged.
"Crazy? Me? What you did to J and Tiff was crazy. You broke my girl and even though I can't fix her, I can feel better knowing I go t her back and made you pay as much as fucking possible." Tempest said, her face now very dark. She took the iron and walked over to him, circling him like a vulcher. Johnny tried to move but was unable to from all the beating that had previously taken place. She put it on his back, making him scream. "Oh, be quiet and suck it up. If you wake Ice or Dom, it's gonna be worse." She threatened, breathing through her mouth to not smell the burning flesh. "Does it hurt? How could you possibly do that to someone?" She yelled, her anger taking over her clam for a minute.
"I'm sorry." Johnny whispered.
"Sorry doesn't' cut it, Tran. Never will. You tortured her. You didn't have to see her frightened eyes. Those eyes fearful because of YOU. You degraded her, you harassed her, you raped her for God's sake and all you can say is sorry? Nah, fuck that, bitch." She threw the iron on the floor, near the door. She got the bleach and poured it over the burn, making Johnny curl into a fetal position and scream more. Tiffany knocked on the door and Tempest opened it. "Hey, any change?" She asked, looking disappointed as Tiffany shook her head no. "Brian know you were headed here?" She asked.
"Yep. Let's get this show on the road." She smiled wickedly.
"I have been prepping him for surgery." Tempest nodded as Tiffany put on some gloves.
"Good, good." She said, a smile at the corners of her mouth. "I'm glad I get to do this. No sense in you having to be exposed to his weapon." She said, her face dark as flashbacks flashed in her mind at him as he raped her. She walked over to Johnny and waved, a fake smile on her face. "How do you spell pain, Johnny?" She asked as Johnny came in and out of consciousness.
"I don't know." He yelled when Tiffany kicked him softly to wake him up. She pulled a needle out and proceeded to squirt some out as he watched.

"I'll tell you, Johnny Boy. It 's spelled R-E-V-E-N-G-E. Tiff and Temp style. Now, this shot won't hurt at all. Something to make your ass wake up to feel that burn on your back. I know how much that shit hurts and I don't want you to miss out on any of it." She said, stabbing the needle in his leg as hard as she could, 'accidentally' breaking off the needle in his leg.
"Please stop." He begged.
"You didn't stop when you branded me, raped me, all that shit. But I was willing to let it all go. I was stupid and had I killed ya when I had the chance, my girl wouldn't be in the hospital right now. But this is for Jordan. Just wanted to make that crystal fucking clear." She said as Tempest heated up some oil. She smiled at Tempest. "It's great, having doctor friends and all, don't ya think, Temp?" She asked as Johnny stared at her as she put on a surgical gown the doctors use in the operating rooms.
"What are you goin to do to me?" He asked weakly.
"Um, the technical term is called castration, Bitch." Tiffany said sarcastily as she purposely arranged her stuff in order on a steel table. "I told you, you ever touch anyone again without permission, you would die. And you took it to the next level with Jordan. You picked the wrong

girl to mess with. And after you die, we're all throwing a party. But it'll be slow and painful., cause, damn, I don't know how to control bleeding." Tiffany put a hand to her mouth, acting horrified and then laughed.
"She's scary and she's my sister." Ice whispered, standing at the door to Tempest.
"Out." Tempest pushed him out and locked the door. She got herself ready to assist with the 'surgery'. "Guess what, Johnny? I get to have you after she's done and I have some plans for us in mind. How's that sound?" She asked as Johnny's eyes were focused on the huge and dull knife Tiffany was holding in her hand. "I'll be the last thing you see before you get sent to hell." She laughed wickedly.
"Brian?" Jordan whimpered, her throat dry. She turned her head as much as she could, the neck brace interfering with her view of him. He sat up, rubbing his eyes. It was almost 7 pm and Tiffany still had not returned, nor had Dominic.
"J? Jordan!" Brian sat up, holding her hand and pushing the special button they had put in case of her awakening.
"Brian, I want to go home." Jordan whimpered, her eyes wide and she had a look of confusion. She tried to move without any luck.
"Come on, Sis, Be still. You can't move, Honey." Brian stroked her hair.
"I want out of here." She said, tears rolling down her face as she looked at him, making his heartbreak into pieces yet again.
"I know." He said, staring into her eyes. They had lost their sparkle. "I love you, J. Dom and Tiff and Temp are on their way." Brian said, texting Tiffany with one hand.
"What's wrong with me?" Jordan asked the nurse, who was looking at her and making notes on her chart.
"Too much to tell you. You have a long road ahead of you so I hope you are a determined girl." The nurse remarked, making Brian, who was standing back, frown and fold his arms.
"I don't want to fight. If I can't go home now, I just want to die." Jordan whispered, tears again falling down her bruised face.
"Baby Girl, I love you. Don't say that, please." Brian begged after the nurse left.
"Why can't I feel my legs, Brian?" She asked, her eyes on him as he uncomfortably shifted in the chair beside her.
"J,..." He started softly, not wanting to discourage her.
"Tell me, Brian, please." She begged, her soft voice cracking. He wiped her tears, feeling helpless. Dominic, Ice, Tiffany, and Tempest came rushing in, ignoring the nurse trying to stop them.
"Hey sleepy head." Tiffany smiled, standing at the head of the bed and smiling as she met Jordan's dark eyes. She tried to force the smile to be as cheerful as possible, given the situation.
"I can't feel my legs." Was all Jordan said, closing her eyes. Brian looked down and moved to let Dominic in his place.
"Hey, baby doll, it's only temporary." Dominic kissed her forehead.
"No! Why didn't you guys just let me die?" She asked, glaring at all of them. Brian looked shocked and was about to say something when Ice took him outside.
"She's dealin, man. She don't mean it." Ice said, shaking his head although he, himself, was in shock and not so convinced. Dominic looked at Jordan.
"I told you, I can't be at the races without my trophy girl." Dominic grinned, kissing her forehead again.

"I'm not a trophy girl anymore. I'm ...it doesn't matter. I don't want to fight, don't want to work hard, and I'm not going to. You might as well find a girl who is stronger and prettier and who can walk." Jordan sobbed, not able to even move. Tiffany looked at Dominic with tears in her eyes and even Tempest was silent.
"I'm gonna let that one go, Baby girl, because I am not taking no for an answer and we won't argue about it. You Are the ONLY girl I want to have." Dominic said, his voice firm, making Jordan look at him, shocked.
"I can't, Dom. I can't do it. Not this time." She admitted as she tried to avoid his eyes.
"You can and you will, Darlin." Tempest cleared her throat, backing up Dominic. Jordan looked at her in utter shock.
"Baby, I'm going to let the girls talk with you and I am going to call the crew. They will be so excited." Dominic said, kissing her forehead and leaving, not giving her time to object.
"Don't even try to get me to change my mind." Jordan warned, making a small moan as she turned her neck.
"We weren't." Tiffany said simply. She looked at Tempest, who already knew what was up. It was going to be their best acting job yet, they could tell she was serious.
"Good, go away and let me be miserable." Jordan sighed as Tiffany sat down nonchalantly to look at a newspaper.
"Nope, I'm not." Tempest said, smiling.
"Temp, she gives up. She really has had a lot happen. We should listen." Tiffany said, shaking her head.
"You are nuts, Tiff. I can't let her give up." Tempest said, looking at Tiffany as if she had grown a fourth head.
"Sure ya can. Hey, J, if you do give up, what kind of flowers you want at your funeral?" Tiffany crossed her legs and got comfortable.
"None." Jordan muttered, angry at the world.
"Daisies are nice. Too bad they don't make Corona flowers. Oh, damn, that means Corona Barbie title goes to someone else." Tempest snapped her fingers as Jordan ignored them both. Tempest and Tiffany looked at each other, almost in worry. This good cop, bad cop game had never failed before.
"Shut up and leave me alone." Jordan snapped, tears yet again falling down her cheek.
"Well, we have to plan the funeral and stuff. If you are going to be underground for a million years, you should at least have some say." Tiffany shrugged.
"Tiff, stop. She's not going to give in." Tempest looked appalled, taking on the good cop role.
"Yeah, she is. She's not strong enough. She said so herself." Tiffany shrugged as Jordan still stared at the ceiling.
"J, are you really going to let her talk about you like that? That girl gots no faith." Tempest said, shaking her head.
"Neither do I." Jordan said, her tone flat.
"Ok, then, give up and leave us all here. That's fine. Let him win. And here I thought you were someone else." Tempest said, her tone slightly scolding as she got up. She was now the bad cop. She started for the door. "I thought friendships meant something, but you are too concerned about how you feel and being selfish." Tempest said.
"Temp, wait..." Jordan started but Tempest was already out the door.
"You did it now." Tiffany muttered, still 'reading' the newspaper. Jordan broke down into heart wrentching sobs and Tiffany rushed to the bed, holding her as much as she could. Tempest

peeked in and then walked back in, feeling bad.
"Darlin, we love you. You have to want to get better though." Tempest said, an air of seriousness about her.
"I can't. I can't even walk." She sobbed as Tiffany called the nurse.
"Honey, it's a miracle you are even awake. We only asked you to wake up." Tempest smiled, shaking her head as Jordan looked at her two best friends.
"What if I can't get better?" She asked, unsure of everything at the moment.
"All we are asking of you is to try. We can deal as long as we have you with us." Tiffany said, looking into Jordan's eyes.
"We'll see." Jordan moved her neck to get comfortable. Diego walked in, smiling as usual. "Di." Jordan said.
"Hey Chicken." She smiled, putting medicine in the IV. "How are you? Ok, silly question. We missed you." Diego laughed, being her usual cool self Jordan loved her for.
"I'm not sleepy." Jordan said, her eyes getting heavy.
"Good, cause we all want to catch up." Tempest grinned, knowing in a matter of seconds that she would be out. Dominic walked in.
"Is she still awake? Believe me now?" He asked, thumping Tempest on the head and nudging Tiffany.
"Nope." They both laughed.
"You should, I talked to him. I heard you guys. It was kind of an echo." Jordan said, her eyes closed and her words slurred.
"You heard us?" Tiffany asked, looking at Tempest.
"Ummhmm. You and Temp got him back, Temp and Dom are friends now and Brian was in a wreck." Jordan mumbled as she drifted off to sleep.
"Whoa." Diego looked shocked. She pulled the three outside of the room and found that the rest of the crew was there. "She woke up, we just have to keep her moral up and keep her focused now." She informed them.
"We can do that with ease." Brian nodded, making tiffany and Tempest look at him as if he had no clue what they just had to do to even get the girl t talk to them. It was going to be a long, hard road but they were all in it for the long haul. THE END (until part two, that is!)