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Rating: R for language, implied rapes/sexual situations, and violence.
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Authors Notes: Though I am sending this in, in an incomplete format, I want it known that it is done. This is just the only chapter that is ready to be read. I Will send in Chapter Two as soon as I can. I completed this story just over a month ago.
 

Chapter One

"Trent," Tommy said looking at his older brother from the passenger seat of Trent's car."Thanks for letting me tag along."

"You're welcome." Trent said momentarily taking his eyes off the road to look at his younger brother.

"Thought you'd say no," Tommy said quietly.

"I did, but Carlos talked me into it."

"How'd he do that?"

"He told me that you and I needed some time to get to know each other again, and talk about what grew us apart."

"You mean aside from that fact that you joined the army and didn't come back home until Dad died?"

Trent cringed at his brother's words. Taking a deep breath, he said, "Something like that."

A somewhat awkward silence set in after Tommy's near harsh words and Trent's quiet reply. Neither one knew quite what to say to the other. Each wanted to say their apologies but neither could find the words.

Trent sighed of relief when Tommy dozed off half an hour after their short conversation. "This is gonna be a rough trip," Trent thought as he pulled into the parking lot of their motel. Not wanting to wake his brother, Trent went to check in.
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On the other side of the parking lot a large, muscular man stopped dead in his tracks. "Right on schedule," he thought, eyeing the blue convertible.  Smiling, he turned to face the direction of the car that had just driven in.

"Malloy," he said aloud not meaning to. With a concentrated stare he watched the blond man walk into the lobby of the motel. Carefully his eyes drifted back to the form inside the car. The figure in the passenger seat stirred slightly. A cool smile crossed the man's face as he stared back in Trent's direction. The plan he had put together to exact his revenge on Trent Malloy,
Cordell Walker, and Walker's other little friend, Ranger Gage, was coming together perfectly.
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"Tommy," Trent said carefully placing his hand on the sleeping youth's shoulder.

"Hmmmm," Tommy moaned as he stirred to wake.

"You can crash in the room for a couple of hours," Trent said, grabbing their bags and heading toward the room.

Tommy got out of the car and followed his brother, tiredly. Upon entering the room Tommy fell onto the first bed that he saw. Trent could not help but find it a little funny. After he left Tommy a note, Trent left.
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The man watched intensely as Trent left his room, got in his car and left. He waited until Trent pulled into traffic before he headed toward the room.

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After a very loud, sharp knock had awakened him, Tommy groggily walked to the motel room door. Tommy opened the door without thinking about what or who maybe on the other side.

"Hello," he said sleepily.

"Is this Trent Malloy's room?" asked a tall muscular man.

"Yeah." He stared blankly at the man, barely taking in his graying dark hair, and sleepy set blue eyes.

"What's your name again?" He smiled as friendly as possible at the youth.

"Tommy." His sleep hazed eyes noticed an evil spark in the man's eyes.

"Trent's younger brother?" His smile broadened, turning from friendly to slightly demented.

"Yeah," Tommy said snapping awake when he saw the smile on the man's face. "Who are you? What do you want?" He fired at the man, wanting to slam the door, but his body was not working.

Before Tommy could react, the man shoved him back into the room, and then stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. Equally as quick he grabbed Tommy, twisting his arms painfully behind him, using a thin rope to bind them.

"Don't make a sound." He placed a knife to Tommy's throat. He quickly scribbled something across the motel pad of paper.  He turned back to Tommy, and  said, "Let's go."

He roughly pulled Tommy toward his room. He opened the door to his room, managing to keep one hand tightly clasped over Tommy's mouth. In one rough, yet smooth, move he threw Tommy into the room and shut the door.

He moved toward Tommy like a lion descending on its prey. He  reached down and roughly plucked the boy from the floor where he had fallen.

"What do you want?" Tommy demanded as his assailant forced him face down on the bed.

Pulling his knife, the man quickly cut the rope. Relieved that his hands were free, Tommy moved to push himself up.

"I wouldn't if I were you," his captor said, placing the knife close enough to his neck to draw a bead of blood. He stopped dead. "Good boy."

"Who are you?" Tommy asked trying to keep his voice calm. "What do you want?"

"Your brother'll know who I am, as will his friends Walker and Gage," he said not moving the knife. "I want revenge for what they did to me." He removed the knife and flipped Tommy onto his back.

"What're you gonna do to me?" Tommy asked weakly.

"Nothing if you behave and do exactly what I say," he said momentarily locking eyes with the boy. "None of that kung fu shit either, boy." He set the knife aside, much to Tommy's relief, and retrieved a gun from behind his back. Frightened beyond words, Tommy began to move away from his captor. The man quickly grabbed Tommy by the throat and moved to straddle the youth's chest. "Don't ever do that again," he said pointing the gun at Tommy and giving the boy's neck a quick squeeze. Tommy grabbed the man's wrist when his oxygen supply was temporarily cut off.

"I will not kill you or go after any of your younger siblings if you do exactly what I say," he said seeing Tommy's self-preservation turn into protectiveness. He smiled. The kid was way too easy to read. "Do you understand?"

"Yes," Tommy breathed.

"Good." He got off Tommy and headed for the bathroom.

Tommy's eyes flicked between his captor and the door. The idea of being used as a pawn in a mad man's game of cat and mouse did not sit well with the youth. Though he doubted that his captor would not falter in his threat to his family, he knew that Trent had the power to protect his family. Without further mental debate Tommy peeled himself off the bed and made for the door.

Fear gripped him when the door was slammed shut just as he had begun to open it. Equally as quick he was grabbed and slammed against the wall.

"It would've been better for you if you hadn't done that," his captor said, grabbing him savagely by the arm and dragging him to his feet. "Looks as though I am going to have to teach you a little lesson in listening." He tossed the breathless youth onto the bed. Keeping a careful eye on Tommy, he went to his bag and retrieved a pair of manacles. With a swift move he reached out and grabbed Tommy by the ankle.

"Don't," Tommy murmured.

"Don't what?" The man said pushing Tommy's left pant leg up. Quickly he pushed the boy's sock down and slapped the manacles around Tommy's slender ankle.

"I won't do it again," Tommy said softly.

"Yeah, well, now I know that." He slapped the other cuff on Tommy's right ankle, and then he moved away.

"Let me go," Tommy said, panicking a little, pushing at the manacles binding his feet together, keeping him from running again.

"Can't do that," he said placing a piece of tape he had just torn over Tommy's mouth. "The cuffs are to keep you from running and the tape's to keep you quiet for your lesson." He ran a large hand gently through the youth's hair. His gentle touch suddenly changed to a rough, hard one, as he gruffly gripped the back of Tommy's neck. "Disobey me again and you'll wish that I would do this to you." He held the boy's eyes for a moment."Try and take that tape off, boy, and you'll regret it," he growled at Tommy, roughly tossing the youth against the wall at the head of the bed and heading for the bathroom again.

With a grunt of frustration Tommy fell back against the wall. He could hardly believe his luck or lack there of. It had been a while since someone had tried to use him as bait for his brother, and he had hoped that it would never happen again. Of course he knew that it would, it would just be a matter of time before the next nut case decided to get even with Trent. Trent always tried to teach him that fear could be a friend and was a natural human emotion, but he could not figure out how his fear was going to either save his life or get him out the situation he was now in. All that he could do was sit against the wall stare at his cuffed feet and wish he could just rip off the duck tape that was covering his mouth.

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"Tommy," Trent said, entering the hotel room. Tommy was not on the bed and the bathroom door was open. Concern filled his every fiber when there was no sign of his younger brother. Worry nearly clouding his mind Trent went back to the door of the room and looked outside. Nothing. Not one sign of his brother or why he was missing. Quickly he went back inside and headed for the phone. He was about to dial Carlos at the office, when he spotted the hotel notepad next to the phone. Carefully Trent picked up the notepad and was immediately taken aback by its content. Without any further delay he picked up the phone and dialed the number for the office, hoping that Carlos would be there.

"Carlos," he said when he heard his friend answer the phone. "Tommy's been kidnaped. I need you to bring Walker."

"Trent, what's going on?" Carlos asked confused.

"Two years ago Walker, Gage and I busted this guy named Taylor Biggins. Biggins took Tommy today. He must've taken him after I left. If you can get him, bring Gage too," Trent explained in one breath.

"Trent, man, you need to breathe," Carlos said trying to soak in everything Trent had just said."Where was I when this all went down?"

"On another case." He sounded shocked.

"Okay, Trent," Carlos said, suddenly feeling the gravity of the situation. "You gonna be all right, man? Can you stay cool until we get to Austin?"

"I'll be fine when we get Tommy back. That is one sick bastard, there's no telling what he'll do to Tom. You don't even want to know what he was gonna do to Gage when he found out he was a cop," he said his voice strained from emotion.

"Trent, man, I need you to stay cool. Don't do anything until we get there. Okay, I'll get them and we'll be there yesterday. Can you do that for me, for Tom?"

"I'll do the best that I can, Carlos," Trent said, feeling angry and lost. "I'll wait for you."

"Good. We'll be there soon." Carlos hung up.

Trent allowed the receiver to slip from his fingers as the shock of everything began to set in. How could any of this have happened? He knew that it was a bad idea to let Tom come along. He should have not even considered bringing him along. It was all his fault that Tom had been abducted. There was no one else at fault, just him. He had brought him straight into the lap of danger just being related to him. How was he going to tell his mother? There would be no way to tell her that her second baby boy had been abducted because of him and his work.