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Post by Horsey on Jul 26, 2007 8:53:13 GMT -5
Thank you ladies.
Mr. Golden is Harvey Golden, the mysterious voice that Nick made a deal with. (on the show)
Chapter 5: Taylor awoke to the sun peeping through the heavy curtains that lined the windows of the master bedroom. She turned over and stretched. She looked over to Nick’s side, and saw that he wasn’t there. She shrugged her shoulders and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, and got up. Taylor walked over to the bathroom adjoining the bedroom, and drew herself a bath. She walked out of the bathroom, and into the bedroom stopping briefly to don a respectable robe. Taylor proceeded to the next bedroom to check on her child. She poked her head in and saw that he wasn’t in his bed and decided to check downstairs. Taylor headed down the hall and to the stairs. She looked down and saw Nick and his son, playing on the floor in the living room. “I’m going to take a bath, if that’s okay with my boys,” Taylor called down with a playful smile on her face. Nick looked up as did the boy. “Sure,” Nick responded. ‘Want some breakfast son,” Nick said as he scooped the young boy into his arms, making for the kitchen. Taylor smiled, and turned to go back to the bathroom. Once there she slipped off the robe and the satin nightgown and lowered herself into the steaming tub. Taylor turned on the jets, and sat back relaxed. Nick had walked into the kitchen when he heard the doorbell ring. “Well son breakfast will have to wait for a few minutes,” Nick said as turned back around and headed for the front door. He opened the door, and seeing no one there, he muttered under his breath and looked down. He saw a plain large envelope, and stooped to pick it up. He looked it over; curiously he saw that there was no address on it, and no writing either. As he stared at the envelope, Nanny came up waving good morning. Nick smiled, and called good morning to her, and his son squirmed to get to his Nanny. Nick chuckled, and handed him over. Nanny tickled the little one and moved towards the inside of the house, dropping her bag by the front door, and disappeared into the house, with laughter ringing through the air. Nick shook his head and chuckled. The little tike certainly loves his Nanny, he thought. Nick walked to his study with the envelope in hand. At his desk he picked up a silver letter opener and carefully slit along the top edge. He pulled out the contents and flipped them over. Nick couldn’t believe his eyes; he threw them on his desk in disgust. He got up and stormed around his office for many minutes. Him, how could she? Anyone but him. He thought as his anger raged. This is it, he thought. I can’t live like this anymore, especially if Taylor and Ridge are sleeping together. He clenched his fist. Then he thought of his son, he unclenched his fist. His breathing became more measure, and a slow calm descended on him. He knew exactly how to handle it. Nick picked up the photos off his desk. He strolled out of his study, grabbing a cigar along the way, and after biting off the end, he lit it. Nick stood for a moment at the door. Then he swiftly walked into the living room. There was a note from Nanny saying she was taking the boy to the doctor for his check up, and for an afternoon at the zoo. Good, he thought, plenty of time to take care of things. He sat down on the sofa, and put his feet up on the coffee table. He carefully laid the photos on the couch next to him slowly puffing his cigar and waited for Taylor to descend the stairs. Massimo hung up the phone. The blood had left his face, he then turned slightly green. He sat down quickly in his chair and tried to calm himself. Fear had gripped him, and he was helpless. He was told to stay out of it, and he couldn’t even warn anyone. He instinctively picked up the phone, but replaced it quickly, as if it had shocked him. Massimo ran his hand through his hair several times. That woman will be the death of me yet, he screamed as he did so he clutched his heart. He felt the left side of his body go numb, and he slowly lost consciousness. Stephanie arrived back home, everything was going to according to the plan. Now, she thought, Taylor will show up here in an hour or two. She’ll be a wreck, but I’ll help her through it. Stephanie relished the thought of regaining the closeness that she and Taylor had shared for so many years. Since Taylor had shacked up with Nick, they had been estranged. It pained Stephanie greatly that Taylor no longer trusted her. That was about to change Stephanie thought to herself as she smiled. Storm Logan rang the bell of his sister’s home. He waited, and glanced at his watch more than once. Presently he heard the lock flip, and the door opened. “Hey Uncle Storm,” Rick said as he opened the door and stepped back to let him in. “Mom’s not up yet.” “That’s okay, I can wait a few minutes, if she doesn’t come down, then I’ll leave this file for her to review,” Storm said as he pulled a file from his briefcase. “Can I get you something, coffee maybe?” “Coffee sounds great.” Rick left to get his Uncle coffee. Storm sat on the couch and opened the file. It was a complete account of all Ridge’s shortcomings as a parent, as well as a copy of his arrest record. Even though there wasn’t an actual conviction for many of the various charges, Storm thought it represented examples of Ridge’s uncontrollable anger, and tendency towards deception. After all the trial transcript from the Shane McGrath trial was public record. That was included in the brief as well. Storm felt semi-confident that Brooke would retain guardianship of RJ; he just hoped there was enough there to keep Ridge from unsupervised visits. He knew Mr. Wilcox’s reputation; he really couldn’t believe that he agreed to be Ridge’s attorney. Rick entered the room with two cups of coffee, at the same time his mother emerged at the top of the stairs. Rick looked up and noted that his mother was still in the clothes from yesterday. He sat the mugs on the table. Storm looked up also and moved over on the couch and patted the seat next to him. Brooke came down the steps, and sat next to her brother. “Coffee mom?” Rick asked. “No, maybe some green tea though.” “Okay, I’ll be back.” Rick picked up one of the mugs took a sip, and left the room again. Storm picked up his mug and took a sip also. “That hits the spot. I’ve been up most of the night working on this.” He handed the file to Brooke, who took it slowly. “Right now, Storm?” she asked. “I’m afraid so, the hearing is the day after tomorrow.” Brooke sighed, and looked at the file again. “Tell me truthfully, Storm. How good are our chances?” ‘Pretty good actually. While Rick is here, he can’t come to the house. I’m sure Mr. Wilcox has warned him not to tick off that particular judge. With Ridge’s current arrest, he’s going to have to explain to the Family Court judge his propensity for violence. I’ve outlined several incidences that are well documented of his anger issues. Nick has agreed to testify about the incident with the gun at Big Bear Cabin, right after Ridge…” Brooke stopped him, “You shouldn’t have called Nick. He doesn’t need to be involved with this, and doesn’t that bring up my past, which I’m sure Ridge’s attorney will exploit.” “I’ve thought of that, and given that most of your sins,” Storm grabbed his sister’s hand and squeezed it, to let her know he wasn’t judging her, “are of the romantic kind, and those accidents a few years ago…CPS cleared you. Compared to Ridge, you’re a saint. I think the judge will see it that way too.” Brooke smiled at her brother, “Am I going to have to be there?” “I’m afraid so, it will increase our chances.” Rick walked back into the room with his mother’s tea. “Anyway Brooke, look that file over, see if there’s anything I missed, and give me a call later. I know you have a lot to deal with…Carmine and all…but I want to be ready. Okay?” Brooke nodded and sat back into the sofa. Storm stood to leave. “Rick, take care of your mother.” “You know I will.” I’ll show myself out then, Brooke I’ll hear from you soon,” Storm said as he left the house. Brooke grasped the steaming mug with both of her hands, hoping that she could absorb the heat. She felt very cold. She shivered instinctively. Rick noticing, took the cup from his mother. ”Why don’t you go take a bath? It will warm you up. Take the tea with you.” Brooke nodded in vague agreement. She heaved herself up from the couch. She walked past the round table. “Where did the rose go?” “I put it in a vase in the kitchen, mom.” “Okay, Thank you.” “Sure, mom.” Brooke continued up the stairs and after locking the bathroom door, she stripped off her clothes, and filled the bath. She took another sip of her tea, and placing the mug carefully on the side of the massive whirlpool tub, she lowered herself into it, and lost herself in thoughts of Carmine.
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Post by MissJr on Jul 26, 2007 11:41:15 GMT -5
Excellent! There's a lot of action in this installment! Boy, Stephanie didn't take long to "out" Taylor and Ridge, did she? What a hateful cow! Did it occur to her that things may not go according to plan? What makes her think that Ridge wants Taylor back full time? Wasn't it always about the thrill of the chase for him and besting Nick? I love how Taylor is obliviously upstairs taking a leisurely bath while Nick is downstairs making plans to extricate himself from her. Go NICK! Nick and Taylor's son sounds adorable! BTW, shouldn't one or both of his parents accompany him and Nanny to his doctor's appointment? I have to admit that I almost feel sorry for Massimo. How could Stephanie be so evil that even he can't handle her? It's ironic that in a relatively short period of time, he had to get such an extreme example of what Eric has had to endure for years. Now she's gotten herself into something and he can't even warn her or his family about it. Did Massimo have a heart attack and will he survive it? Storm has done a terrific job in compiling all the evidence against Ridge for the hearing. ITA that he should not be allowed unfettered access to RJ. I love that for once he isn't going to be allowed to get away with his behavior and that his behavior will be publicly exposed for the first time. I'm very worried about Brooke though. You've done a great job of showcasing all the classic signs of grief, and Rick has been a wonderful support system for her. Keep 'em coming!
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jul 26, 2007 12:06:20 GMT -5
Excellent! There's a lot of action in this installment! Boy, Stephanie didn't take long to "out" Taylor and Ridge, did she? So, Hag has SkinIMax pictures taken of her baby and her best friend in one day and has them sent before dinner?? Boy, she doesn't waste any time, does she?
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Post by foreverbrookie on Jul 26, 2007 19:48:59 GMT -5
What I find so amusing is that Stephanie thinks Taylor is going to be greatful for her interference. Does she not realize that Taylor like herself thrives on besting Brooke. If Brooke doesn't want Ridge right now (and clearly she doesn't), why the hell would Taylor want him? Sure she's screwing him, but it doesn't mean she's willing to let go of Nick and let him go comfort Brooke. Clearly from Taylors thoughts she does want to return to Ridge but she seems perfectly content to have her cake and eat it too.
I can't wait to see what kind of havok is reaped upon Stephanie from Carmines family. You know the thing that would affect her the most is if they did something to Ridge. I so hope they do! Unfortunately though it wouldn't look very good for Brooke, especially in light of her case against Ridge for custody. I can't wait to see what happens next!
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Post by Horsey on Jul 29, 2007 7:24:14 GMT -5
Bridget awoke cramped and sore. On one side of her lay, CJ and on the other was RJ with his foot in her back. She slowly got out of bed so not to awaken RJ and stretched slightly, before padding off to the bathroom. She walked back through the bedroom a minute or so later, and glancing at the bed to make sure the guys were still asleep; Bridget walked through the hall and into the great room. She paused momentarily to gaze at the ocean, and sighing deeply she made her way into the kitchen to fix coffee. She opened the freezer door, and pulled out her favorite Insomnia roast, and started the machine. While the coffee brewed Bridget went to check on Hope, and after peeping in and seeing her asleep like an angel in bed, Bridget quietly shut the door, and returned to the great room. The couch had obviously been slept on, but Clark was no where to be found. She walked over to the door, opened it and walked out onto the deck over looking the beach. She put her hand up over her eyes and squinted slightly. She could just make out a figure walking alone on the beach. It must be Clark she thought.
She went back inside the house and fixed herself a cup of coffee, and walked back onto the deck. Bridget propped up her feet, on the railing, and sipped her coffee thoughtfully. A few minutes later, Clark emerged from the beach and smiled at his daughter in law.
“You’re up early, Clark. Was the sofa that uncomfortable?”
“Good morning to you too,” said Clark. “No, I just had a lot on my mind. You know, Nick called last night.”
“I thought I heard the phone ring.”
“He wants me to design couture for him. I don’t know if I can do it,” Clark said as he ran his hand through his hair.
“Well, Clark maybe you should give it a try. You never know what might come to you. You’ve been doing the children’s line for Jackie M’s for a year now,” Bridget said encouragingly.
“I don’t know,” Clark responded.
“Look,” Bridget said suddenly realizing why Clark was reluctant. “I know that you were replaced by Carmine, and that was very hard on you. You have to admit though; you weren’t exactly brimming with creative thoughts at the time. Now you are, and while Carmine was very talented, so are you, and you should at least give it a try. If Nick didn’t think that you could do it, I don’t think he would have asked you.”
Clark smiled down at Bridget, and said, “My son is the luckiest man on earth.” He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Bridget smiled in return, and Clark went into the house. He fixed himself a cup of coffee as well, went into his bedroom and started to sketch. He was at least going to try.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jul 29, 2007 13:25:58 GMT -5
What I find so amusing is that Stephanie thinks Taylor is going to be greatful for her interference. Does she not realize that Taylor like herself thrives on besting Brooke. If Brooke doesn't want Ridge right now (and clearly she doesn't), why the hell would Taylor want him? Sure she's screwing him, but it doesn't mean she's willing to let go of Nick and let him go comfort Brooke. Clearly from Taylors thoughts she does want to return to Ridge but she seems perfectly content to have her cake and eat it too. I can't wait to see what kind of havok is reaped upon Stephanie from Carmines family. You know the thing that would affect her the most is if they did something to Ridge. I so hope they do! Unfortunately though it wouldn't look very good for Brooke, especially in light of her case against Ridge for custody. I can't wait to see what happens next! Yeah, really, does she honestly think that Taylor is going to be okay with her having dirty pictures taken of her? IMO, when Taylor finds out that her privacy was invaded and recorded for posterity, she SHOULD be pissed off. Regardless of the fact that Taylor is cheating on Nick, the old bitch is intruding on her lovemaking, an activity most of us like to keep behind closed doors. Also, Hag is stupid if she thinks that Nick dumping Taylor (IF he does; he might surprise Hag and forgive this.) would automatically mean that Taylor goes back to Ridge. But it is par with this pitiful witch; a man dumps a woman and she immediately takes up with someone else, or, Ridge is just so desirable that Taylor will leap at the chance to return to his clutches.
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Post by MissJr on Jul 30, 2007 10:26:20 GMT -5
Horsey, thank you so much for letting Clarke get his groove back! I always thought he was a handsome guy, and it infuriated me that he could never seem to get the girl while everyone else fell all over Ridge, who is simply repulsive now. I also felt that the show cheated us out of seeing Clarke work to gain Mark's trust after being an absentee father to him for so many years. I'm tickled that the cad from so many years ago is now a loving father-in-law and doting "uncle" to the little ones. I'm looking forward to seeing Clarke become more active with the company with his designs. Could a little romance be far on the horizon?
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Post by Horsey on Jul 30, 2007 12:58:03 GMT -5
Thank you ladies, I'm sorry I haven't been posting as much, but I'm back to the ole grind this week, and should have more ready soon.
and Now I proudly present the END of tacky ticky!
Taylor raised herself out of the tub, and wrapped her body with a fluffy towel. She hummed to herself, and walked into the large closet. She dressed, fixed her hair and carefully applied her makeup, flitting between the bathroom and the bedroom. With a final look in the mirror, more than pleased with her appearance, she turned and went to find her boys. As she stepped outside of the bedroom, she wrinkled her nose. Nick was smoking in the house again. She waved her hand in front of her nose, and proceeded down the stairs. Nick was sitting on the couch puffing slowly, and the room below had filled with a slight haze.
“Nick, you know you can’t smoke that in here,” Taylor drawled in a sugary voice.
Nick looked up at Taylor with a look of disgust; took a long drawl off the cigar and slowly blew smoke rings in the air.
“Nick is something wrong?”
Nick chuckled slightly and handed her the photos that lay face down on the sofa. Taylor took the photos from him and flipped them over. She gasped and the blood drained from her face. She couldn’t believe what she saw. She shook slightly, and looked at Nick.
“This isn’t what it looks like,” Taylor’s voice shook slightly
“It’s not?” Nick said in a mocking tone. “Of course it looks to me like you and Ridge rolling around on the couch. Are you telling me that’s not what happened?”
Taylor looked ashamed of herself for a moment, and then a cold determined look appeared.
“What do you expect from me Nick? You haven’t touched me for months, and yesterday you had Brooke at OUR house.”
Nick still sitting on the couch slowly continued to puff his cigar. This infuriated Taylor all the more.
“And put that DAMNED thing out,” she said as she snatched the cigar away from Nick and dropping it on the floor, she snuffed it out with the toe of her high heeled shoe.
Nick raised his eyebrows, and looked at Taylor. He didn’t react; he knew he was getting her exactly where he wanted her. “Answer me,” Taylor screamed. “What do you expect?”
“I expect my wife to be faithful; to show a little discretion, to not get jealous because Brooke’s fiancé is dead.” At the mention of Brooke’s name, Taylor’s anger raised a degree or two and she lost control.
“Everything ALWAYS comes back to precious Brooke,” she spat.
“Apparently so,” Nick said as he got off the couch and walked over to the bar to fix a drink. “In your mind anyway,” he added as he picked up the crystal decanter, and poured a shot of whiskey.
Taylor stood still for a moment trying to calm herself down, not succeeding she tried a different tack. “How dare you have me followed?”
Nick laughed out loud and downed the whiskey. “Is that what you think? Yes,” he drawled sarcastically, “I had plenty of time yesterday between watching Hope, keeping the business going, and dealing with the fact THAT MY HEAD DESIGNER IS DEAD, to arrange to have you followed to your lover’s house.” Nick looked at Taylor and shook his head in disgust. Picked up another cigar from the bar area, and biting off the end of it he spat it in Taylor’s direction.
“Is that what you think of me?” Taylor was reaching her limit.
“That is what I think of your assertion that I had you followed. I had complete trust in the fact that you would never betray me with Ridge. It was the one thing that I knew you wouldn’t do, and now, now it doesn’t matter anymore. This marriage is over.”
“What do you mean over?”
“I mean that if you are going to sneak around and have an affair with my brother, a man that I despise, then yes the marriage is over.”
“It was only once, Nick.”
“Likely story, didn’t you hear what I just said? I CAN’T TRUST YOU.”
“Fine then, but if you think I’m going to make this easy on you…”
Nick laughed again, “No I didn’t think you were.” He walked back over to the couch, and picked up the photos Taylor dropped in her rage. “But these should work out nicely for me in court, don’t worry I won’t cut you out of the boy’s life completely. Although come to think of it, you really don’t spend that much time with him anyway, now do you?”
Taylor stomped her foot in protest, “I love that boy.”
“I know you do in your own way, but he certainly doesn’t get the attention that your fully grown children do.”
“I’m not going to stand here and be insulted like this. I’m going out for awhile, but I will be back.” Taylor said as she turned on her heel, grabbed her purse and briefcase and flounced out of the house.
“I have no doubt,” Nick said to her retreating back.
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Post by newestconvert on Jul 30, 2007 18:16:37 GMT -5
lovin it! bravo!!!
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Post by monda on Jul 30, 2007 18:22:56 GMT -5
Fantastic update.
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Post by brookennickfan on Jul 30, 2007 19:32:22 GMT -5
Now if only Bell would break up Tacky. Another great chapter
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Post by karen3012 on Jul 31, 2007 4:31:52 GMT -5
Poor, poor Taylor NOT Isn't this incredible how that poor excuse of a woman thinks the world exclusively revolves and should revolve around her? “I expect my wife to be faithful; to show a little discretion, to not get jealous because Brooke’s fiancé is dead.” At the mention of Brooke’s name, Taylor’s anger raised a degree or two and she lost control.
“Everything ALWAYS comes back to precious Brooke,” she spat.This dialogue nails it to the tee. For Taylor it is ALWAYS Brooke's fault. How could she DARE let her fiancé be killed. Thanks so much for continuing your wonderful story. I loved every bit of it . And thanks even more for ending tacky.
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Post by GIOVANNA on Jul 31, 2007 13:04:49 GMT -5
Thank you ladies, I'm sorry I haven't been posting as much, but I'm back to the ole grind this week, and should have more ready soon.
and Now I proudly present the END of tacky ticky!Taylor raised herself out of the tub, and wrapped her body with a fluffy towel. She hummed to herself, and walked into the large closet. She dressed, fixed her hair and carefully applied her makeup, flitting between the bathroom and the bedroom. With a final look in the mirror, more than pleased with her appearance, she turned and went to find her boys. As she stepped outside of the bedroom, she wrinkled her nose. Nick was smoking in the house again. She waved her hand in front of her nose, and proceeded down the stairs. Nick was sitting on the couch puffing slowly, and the room below had filled with a slight haze. “Nick, you know you can’t smoke that in here,” Taylor drawled in a sugary voice. Nick looked up at Taylor with a look of disgust; took a long drawl off the cigar and slowly blew smoke rings in the air. “Nick is something wrong?” Nick chuckled slightly and handed her the photos that lay face down on the sofa. Taylor took the photos from him and flipped them over. She gasped and the blood drained from her face. She couldn’t believe what she saw. She shook slightly, and looked at Nick. “This isn’t what it looks like,” Taylor’s voice shook slightly “It’s not?” Nick said in a mocking tone. “Of course it looks to me like you and Ridge rolling around on the couch. Are you telling me that’s not what happened?” Taylor looked ashamed of herself for a moment, and then a cold determined look appeared. “What do you expect from me Nick? You haven’t touched me for months, and yesterday you had Brooke at OUR house.”Nick still sitting on the couch slowly continued to puff his cigar. This infuriated Taylor all the more. “And put that DAMNED thing out,” she said as she snatched the cigar away from Nick and dropping it on the floor, she snuffed it out with the toe of her high heeled shoe. Nick raised his eyebrows, and looked at Taylor. He didn’t react; he knew he was getting her exactly where he wanted her. “Answer me,” Taylor screamed. “What do you expect?” “I expect my wife to be faithful; to show a little discretion, to not get jealous because Brooke’s fiancé is dead.” At the mention of Brooke’s name, Taylor’s anger raised a degree or two and she lost control. “Everything ALWAYS comes back to precious Brooke,” she spat.“Apparently so,” Nick said as he got off the couch and walked over to the bar to fix a drink. “In your mind anyway,” he added as he picked up the crystal decanter, and poured a shot of whiskey. Taylor stood still for a moment trying to calm herself down, not succeeding she tried a different tack. “How dare you have me followed?” Nick laughed out loud and downed the whiskey. “Is that what you think? Yes,” he drawled sarcastically, “I had plenty of time yesterday between watching Hope, keeping the business going, and dealing with the fact THAT MY HEAD DESIGNER IS DEAD, to arrange to have you followed to your lover’s house.” Nick looked at Taylor and shook his head in disgust. Picked up another cigar from the bar area, and biting off the end of it he spat it in Taylor’s direction. “Is that what you think of me?” Taylor was reaching her limit. “That is what I think of your assertion that I had you followed. I had complete trust in the fact that you would never betray me with Ridge. It was the one thing that I knew you wouldn’t do, and now, now it doesn’t matter anymore. This marriage is over.” “What do you mean over?” “I mean that if you are going to sneak around and have an affair with my brother, a man that I despise, then yes the marriage is over.” “It was only once, Nick.” “Likely story, didn’t you hear what I just said? I CAN’T TRUST YOU.” “Fine then, but if you think I’m going to make this easy on you…” Nick laughed again, “No I didn’t think you were.” He walked back over to the couch, and picked up the photos Taylor dropped in her rage. “But these should work out nicely for me in court, don’t worry I won’t cut you out of the boy’s life completely. Although come to think of it, you really don’t spend that much time with him anyway, now do you?” Taylor stomped her foot in protest, “I love that boy.” “I know you do in your own way, but he certainly doesn’t get the attention that your fully grown children do.” “I’m not going to stand here and be insulted like this. I’m going out for awhile, but I will be back.” Taylor said as she turned on her heel, grabbed her purse and briefcase and flounced out of the house. “I have no doubt,” Nick said to her retreating back. Whoa, awesome!! You GO, Horsey! Boy, this Taylor certainly is something, isn't she?
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Post by brickfan on Jul 31, 2007 13:29:18 GMT -5
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Post by Horsey on Jul 31, 2007 13:37:50 GMT -5
Thank you ladies. Monda I'm glad you are enjoying the story Giovanna wrote: Yes she is. Poor Taylor is at her wits end, stuck in a loveless marriage, and no nooky for a long time, she just couldn't help herself. Too bad she couldn't keep the holier than thou image she loves sooooo much. I don't beleive Taylor will be too happy to find out that Steph is behind the photos. The question is; how will she repay the favor!?! I'm working on more now, but it's complicated so it won't be ready until tomorrow at the earliest. Thank you everyone for the comments!
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Post by Horsey on Jul 31, 2007 13:39:46 GMT -5
WOW, This is the real captain Nick Payne. ;D Yes, I'm happy to have the real Capt. Payne back too.
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Post by MissJr on Aug 1, 2007 16:59:57 GMT -5
Poor, poor Taylor NOT Isn't this incredible how that poor excuse of a woman thinks the world exclusively revolves and should revolve around her? “I expect my wife to be faithful; to show a little discretion, to not get jealous because Brooke’s fiancé is dead.” At the mention of Brooke’s name, Taylor’s anger raised a degree or two and she lost control.
“Everything ALWAYS comes back to precious Brooke,” she spat.This dialogue nails it to the tee. For Taylor it is ALWAYS Brooke's fault. How could she DARE let her fiancé be killed. Thanks so much for continuing your wonderful story. I loved every bit of it . And thanks even more for ending tacky. Thank you, karen3012! I was so shocked and horrified by this dialogue from Taylor that it took me a whole day to digest. It would be different if Brooke openly made a play for Nick. Or did Taylor not notice how out of it Brooke was and that Carmine is dead? Or did she not care that the children had to be told the bad news by people they love and trust? What a despicable, self-absorbed BITCH! And like most cheaters, it's always the betrayed spouse's fault instead of their own. She wants to screw around so badly, just let Nick go and she can do what she wants just so long as her kids aren't exposed to it. If she's so unhappy, why does she still want to hang on to Nick? I suppose that's Brooke's fault, too!
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Post by Horsey on Aug 10, 2007 9:20:23 GMT -5
Lt. Baker walked into his office. On his desk lay several interoffice envelopes. He hung his sport coat up on the rack, and walked swiftly over to his desk. He picked up the top most envelope and pulled out the finger print reports. He scrutinized the first page, flipping it over as he sat down in his chair. He laid down the report. Lt. Baker glanced over the rest of the envelopes, and spying an additional one from the lab, and opened it quickly. This envelope contained the ballistic report. He smiled as he noted that the casing and the slug was a match. He put the ballistic report down, as he did so, there was a knock on the door. He looked up and beckoned in the officer and the two men with him.
“Lt. Baker,” the officer stated. “This is Demetrio Rossi, the decease’s brother, and his cousin Lorenzo.”
Lt. Baker extended his hand. He shook both of the men’s hands, and made a motion for them to have a seat.
“I’m sorry we have to meet under such circumstances,” Lt. Baker said as we settled into his own chair.
“I understand that you have my brother’s body,” Demetrio said.
Lt. Baker nodded.
“How did he die?”
“Your brother died from a gunshot to the head. We found him a few miles from his beach house.”
“Have you found the person responsible?” Lorenzo asked.
“No, but we are conducting an investigation.” Lt. Baker noted that both men’s faces were impassive. He wasn’t sure how to take this type of reaction. “Do you know of anyone that would have wanted your brother dead?”
Both men answered a no, but Lt. Baker sensed that they weren’t being entirely truthful.
“I have one theory though,” Lt. Baker went on. “Your brother was employed by a fashion house, Forrester Creations. I suspect that one or more persons of a rival company may be involved.” Lt. Baker looked at both men who exchanged a brief glance. “Demetrio, would you be able to identify your brother’s body, Ms. Logan was in no condition to do so.” Demetrio nodded his head, and it seemed to Lt. Baker that it took a great deal for him to show no emotion. The air in the room seemed to get a degree or two cooler. Lt. Baker picked up his phone and called down to the morgue. He replaced the receiver quietly, and made a motion to the door. The three men got up from their chairs, and left the office.
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Post by Horsey on Aug 10, 2007 9:21:37 GMT -5
Massimo slowly opened his eyes, and became aware of his surroundings. He glanced down at his arms, and saw that he had numerous tubes and wires attached to him. He didn’t move his head, but using his eyes he looked around the room. Presently, a young nurse came in speaking Italian. She became excited when she saw that his eyes were open and focused. She hurried over and checked his vital signs, and quickly left again. A moment or two later she returned with a tall doctor. He looked over the chart and examined Massimo.
“Can you speak?” The doctor asked. Massimo grunted a few times, and the doctor nodded his head and patted Mass’s arm. “Don’t push yourself, it will come in time. You do have a visitor waiting. I’m going to send him in.”
The doctor walked out the door followed by the nurse. The doctor emerged from the room. He spoke quietly with a tall elderly gentleman, and opened the door to the room for him. Massimo turned his head slightly his eyes widened slightly, but the heart monitor remained steady. Carmine Rossi Sr. walked towards the bed. He greeted Massimo, and made a motion to the doctor, who closed the door.
“I’m glad I came when I did, Mass.” Mr. Rossi said. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have made it.” Massimo exhaled deeply, and managed a faint smile.
“The doctor says that you should make a full recovery, although you will need to have surgery. Perhaps I can call someone for you, one of your sons, or maybe that lovely lady Jacquelyn.” Massimo shook his head slightly. “No?” Mr. Rossi asked he leaned over Mass’s large frame and whispered in his ear, “then maybe Stephanie Forrester?” Massimo’s eyes widened again, and he shook his head with a little more force than he had managed thus far. Mr. Rossi pulled back and looked at the heart monitor, he turned back to Massimo. “Did you have anything to do with this?” Massimo caught Mr. Rossi’s eye and without losing contact, he shook his head no. “Good,” responded Mr. Rossi. At that moment the doctor came back in the door.
“Did you get his next of kin, so we can proceed with the surgery?” The doctor asked Mr. Rossi.
“No. However I believe Mr. Marone will allow me to sign for the surgery,” Mr. Rossi stated and Massimo nodded his head in agreement.
“Good,” the doctor responded. “Here are the papers.” Mr. Rossi took them from the doctor, signed in the appropriate places indicated by the doctor, and handed them back to him.
“Good luck Mass,” Mr. Rossi said as he followed the doctor out the door, “I will check on you later.”
Massimo closed his eyes, and tried to relax, however he was in more turmoil than he had ever experienced in his life.
Mr. Rossi left the ICU area walking swiftly to a lounge area, and turned on his cell phone. He had missed two calls, one from Demetrio and one from Filippa. He pushed a button and held the phone to his ear. He listened to the messages. The first was from Filippa, he was with Carmine when the incident happened. He apologized for not calling right away. Filippa explained he went underground for a day. He was frightened, because he couldn’t see where the shot had come from. He also said that he had met with Demetrio and Lorenzo, and would talk with him soon. Mr. Rossi hit the delete button and listened to the second message. Demetrio said he had met with the local police force, and identified Carmine’s body. Mr. Rossi’s eyes welled up. Demetrio said they were releasing the body to them, and that they were on the way over to Brooke Logan’s house to see her. Demetrio said he would relay more details when he spoke to him, and that Filippa was okay. Mr. Rossi hit the delete button again, closed the phone. He walked over to his son, Giorgio, and asked him to stay at the hospital and wait for Mass’s surgery to be completed. Giorgio said he would, and Mr. Rossi left the room. He must look into this Stephanie Forrester, he thought to himself as he walked down the hall. She seems to be involved. Massimo was not very helpful, but Mr. Rossi didn’t expect him to be of much help at this point. He got into the elevator and pushed a button for the ground floor.
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Post by MissJr on Aug 13, 2007 18:35:45 GMT -5
Horsey, thank you for this excellent installment! So it appears that Massimo did, indeed, survive his heart attack--barely. I find it interesting that the elder Mr. Rossi has been given authorization to make medical decisions for Massimo. And why doesn't Massimo want his family contacted? Is he doing this to protect them, or is he just too proud? I'm also very interested in "meeting" and getting to know the rest of Carmine's family better. They sound like a very closeknit clan. Also, are they old-fashioned Italian men with Old World values? If so, how did they feel about Brooke and Carmine's relationship especially with the past and history she has with the Forresters? I felt really sad for the brothers when they had to identify Carmine's body. But I love how Lt. Baker has been providing little tips and clues, unwittingly helping the Rossi family to get their revenge on Carmine's killer. Massimo may have also told a little more by what he didn't reveal. Go get her, Papa Rossi! I hope he sends that woman's family a Sicilian message: "Stephanie Forrester sleeps with the fishes." Please give us more!
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Post by Horsey on Aug 14, 2007 12:40:19 GMT -5
Thank you so much MissJr. Life has been really busy, and I haven't been able to write as much as I would like too lately. Hopefully once school is started and the kids are settled into the fall routine I'll have more time. I have some time at work this afternoon, and I'm going to work on it. I'm not promising, but I might have more in just a little bit! Have to see how it goes
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Post by Horsey on Aug 14, 2007 14:16:09 GMT -5
Demetrio, Lorenzo, and Filippa pulled into Brooke Logan’s driveway. They saw that a car was parked at the street entrance to the residence. They got out of the car and made their way to the front door. Ringing the bell, the three men waited.
Rick hearing the bell, went to the front door, and opened it. Rick gasped and took a step back. He saw two men that closely resembled Carmine, and a third that looked exactly like him.
“What the hell?” Rick said in astonishment.
Demetrio stepped forward.
“I’m Demetrio Rossi, Carmine’s brother. My cousin Lorenzo,” he said, “and my brother Filippa” he said indicating the two men standing beside him. “Filippa and Carmine were twins,” he explained.
“Oh,” Rick said. “Please come in. I’m Rick Forrester, Brooke’s oldest son,” Rick said as he ushered the men in.
“Nice to meet you Rick,” Demetrio responded.
The three men stepped into the foyer, Rick lead them to the sofa, and asked them to take a seat. Rick sat down in the chair across from them.
“My mother is upstairs at the moment.” He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of Filippa. “I think that I should let her know that she has company.”
“Just tell her the family is here to see her,” Demetrio replied.
“Family?” Rick questioned.
“Yes, family. My boy, we are family to an extent. My brother loved your mother very much. Even though they weren’t married, we consider your mother as part of the Rossi family. She was very kind to mama when she came to meet us in Italy, and she had Papa wrapped around her finger, as you American’s say. I think she’s the only woman Carmine ever truly loved.” Demetrio fought to keep his voice from wavering. He hated to show any kind of emotion.
Rick looked at Filippa again. “Does mom know that Carmine had a twin?”
Filippa answered Rick’s question.
“I have never met your mother, however I don’t know.”
“Then I better warn her, she’s been through a lot the last day or so.”
“As we all have,” Demetrio said.
Rick looked sadly at Demetrio, he couldn’t imagine the death of any of his siblings. He rose from the chair.
“I’ll be right back, I’m going to tell mom you are here.” Rick left to go upstairs.
Lorenzo got up and walked over to the fireplace, and looked at the pictures placed there. A moment later the door bell rang.
Demetrio rose and looked up the stairs for Rick, however when the door bell rang again with persistence, he decided to take matters into his own hands, and he walked over to the door and opened it.
Taylor stood on the step impatiently tapping her foot. When the door opened, she quickly assumed a calm and collected demeanor, and her voice was soft.
“I’m looking for Brooke,” she said.
Demetrio was not fooled by the change. “Why,” he asked.
“I need to speak to her,” Taylor said softly.
“You can come in and wait,” he said as he stepped back and allowed her to come in.
“I think I’ll go see if she’s upstairs,” Taylor said as she put her hand on the railing.
“Are you a friend?” Demetrio asked as he took Taylor’s hand, and putting it in his arm, he escorted her to the chair that Rick had occupied.
“Well, you could say,” Taylor said coyly as she sat down, a little perturbed. “Who are you?”
“I’m Demetrio, Carmine’s brother. Brooke should be down shortly, Rick just went to get her.”
Taylor glanced at the other two. She gasped too, when she saw Filippa. Demetrio sighed and explained again that Filippa and Carmine were twins.
Rick emerged at the top of the stairs and upon seeing Taylor, he left again unseen. A moment later he reappeared with his mother, and the two came down the steps.
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Post by Horsey on Aug 14, 2007 18:04:24 GMT -5
Taylor was the first to notice Brooke. She couldn’t help but to narrow her eyes. She glanced again at the men, and Lorenzo noting her change in expression, walked from the fireplace to the chair that Taylor sat in.
Brooke walked over to Demetrio and hugged him tightly, and she glanced at Filippa, and tears formed in her eyes. She was prepared, but she couldn’t hold back her emotions at seeing Carmine’s face, even if it was only his twin. Brooke pulled out of Demetrio’s embrace, and she extended her hand to him, and Filippa took it and kissed it softly.
Taylor watched this exchange with inward loathing, although she tried to keep a pleasant exterior. She noticed that Lorenzo had made his way to her side.
“This is Lorenzo, I believe you met him briefly at Papa’s,” Demetrio said as Lorenzo moved across the space and took Brooke’s hand as well.
Brooke nodded.
‘Excuse me Brooke,” Taylor interjected. “Can I have a word with you before?”
The three Rossi’s turned towards Taylor and looked at her.
“It will only take a minute.” Taylor finished quickly under the gaze of the men.
“Your friend is quite rude,” Filippa said to Brooke matter of factually.
“Did she say she was my friend?” Brooke looked at Taylor with utter disbelief. Lorenzo firmly took hold of Taylor’s arm, and gently lifted her out of the chair. “I think your talk can wait. We have family matters to discuss.”
“No,” Brooke said. “I would rather deal with her now, then later. I’m very sorry to make you wait, but it should only take a minute.” She fixed Taylor with a stern eye as she finished her sentence.
Lorenzo let go of Taylor’s arm.
“I’ll walk you out while we catch up.” Brooke said sweetly as she strolled over to Taylor confidently, and showed her to the door. They walked out leaving the door open.
Lorenzo walked over to the staircase out of sight of the women, but well within hearing distance.
“What is so important, Taylor, that you have to come over today? Especially with Carmine’s family here.”
“I want to know if you’ve heard from Nick.”
“What? Why would Nick call me?”
“Oh, business maybe?”
“No, Nick hasn’t called me today. I didn’t expect him to. Why do you ask, and why did you have to come over to find out?”
“Well, we had a little fight this morning, and I wanted to know if…”
“You know Taylor, Nick doesn’t confide in me about your relationship, and I really don’t want to know. I don’t care right now. You have a lot of nerve…”
“I have a lot of nerve, I HAVE A LOT OF NERVE…You have a lot of nerve considering your history. How am I supposed to know he isn’t “comforting” your grief?” Taylor practically screamed.
“If you think you are going to stand on my property, and try to embarrass me in front of my fiancé’s family. Think again.” Brooke said strongly without raising her voice. She leaned over to Taylor’s ear, “They already know all my sorted past, even about Hope and Bridget. It won’t work, and you’ll lose what respect they might have left for you.” Brooke pulled back, straightened herself turned, and walked back into the house, slamming the door in Taylor’s astonished face.
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Post by Horsey on Aug 15, 2007 6:34:14 GMT -5
Brooke gathered herself a moment, as the men in the room watched her closely. Rick looked concerned, and the Rossi’s seemed to be impassive. Demetrio came over and asked her to sit and they settled down to discuss the arrangements that needed to be made. Demetrio informed Brooke that Carmine would be buried in Italy. If she wanted to have a service in LA, Papa said he would fly over for that. She was welcome to come to Italy with them for the burial if she wanted, but the family would understand if she couldn’t. He even said she could bring all of her children. They had plenty of room.
Brooke wanted to have a small memorial service for anyone at the company that might want to pay their respects. She would have to check with Bridget to see if she could get time off. Rick indicated that he would stay with his mom, no matter were she went. “Oh, and I have that court date tomorrow.”
Demetrio raised his eye brows.
“I have a custody hearing about my youngest son, tomorrow. We had an incident here yesterday.”
“Do you need assistance,” Lorenzo spoke up.
“My cousin is a man of action,” Filippa inserted. Brooke had tried not to look at Filippa; it was very painful and raw.
“No, my brother is handling the case, and we believe everything will work out fine. I just have to be there.”
Demetrio nodded. “Call your daughter, and I need to call the embassy.”
Brooke went over to the phone, while Demetrio went out to the patio to make his own call.
“Hello”
“Hi Bridget,”
“Mom, how are you doing this morning?”
“I’m fine, and how are the kids?”
“Hope is a little down, she’s still in bed. RJ slept with us last night, he doesn’t seem as affected as Hope.”
“Well he is younger and probably doesn’t understand like Hope does. Bridget, Carmine’s family is here. The burial is going to be in Italy. We’ve been invited to the Rossi’s in Italy. I was wondering if you could get time off and go with me. I really don’t want to leave the kids home, especially with the way Ridge has been acting.”
“Mom, I called the hospital this morning, another doctor is willing to cover for me. We are actually at a stage in the research that I can take time off without endangering the study. I figured I would need the time off, I want to help you however I can.
Brooke started to cry.
“Mom, is something else wrong?”
“No sweetie, I just when I think of everything we have gone through, well I’m just very happy we are as close as we are now, especially with Carmine’s death.” Brooke tried to explain the complex emotions she was feeling at the moment.
“Mom, we’ve put all that behind us. You shouldn’t still be beating yourself about it.”
“I know, anyway I love you very much Bridget. I’m going to have to go.” Brooke said as she caught Demetrio’s eye, he had returned to the living room. “I’ll be in touch later with the details. Give the kids a kiss from me, and tell them I’ll be over a little later to see them.”
“Okay, bye mom.”
Brooke hung up the phone, and turned to Demetrio.
“Bridget already has time off from the hospital.” Brooke explained. “We will be going to Italy with you.”
Demetrio nodded. “Good, and the embassy has all the paperwork necessary so we can take Carmine to Italy.”
At these words Brooke became weepy again, but she didn’t break down. Reigning in her emotions, she said that she would call Nick and set up a memorial service.
“Nick?” Demetrio asked. “Isn’t that the owner of the company, and didn’t your friend mention that name while you were outside?”
“Yes, that was Nick’s wife.”
Demetrio questioned her with his eyes, and then deciding that he would find out the full story later, he went on.
“We are going to leave you for now; there are some other details we need to see to. Lorenzo is going to stay here with you and Rick. Filippa and I will be staying at this hotel,” he said as he handed her a card. She flipped it over and saw that there were two cell numbers listed on the back. “Please call us if you have any trouble, and when you have the time and place for the memorial service.”
Brooke agreed and Rick said he would go get Lorenzo’s bags.
Filippa approached Brooke and she stiffened instinctually. He paused for a moment but continued to her. He didn’t say a word, but embraced her, for a brief moment Brooke let herself forget the last two days, and hugged him back, taking in his smell and the feel of his body. She withdrew and looking into his eyes, she started to cry. She knew she never see Carmine again. Filippa pulled back and removed himself, and Demetrio stepped forward to also give her a hug. He whispered in her ear.
“We will always be family, and you will always have our protection. My brother loved you more than life itself.”
Brooke smiled slightly, and returned the hug, then Filippa and Demetrio left, and Rick showed Lorenzo where his room was.
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Post by Horsey on Aug 21, 2007 14:53:58 GMT -5
Carmine Rossi Sr. was sitting in the study at his vineyard. He was engrossed in the papers that lay on his desk. The phone near him rang. He answered the call, the news was good. His contact at the American Embassy in Rome relayed to him much information on Stephanie Forrester. Apparently her father was a upright businessman to the outside world, however there was some not so savory aspects to Mr. Douglas’s life, that he kept very well hidden. Mr. Rossi instructed the contact not to dig anymore, that he would handle it from here on. Mr. Rossi hung up the phone. He walked over to a certain mahogany paneled wall, pulled a book off of the adjoining shelf exposing a lock. He pulled a key from under his shirt. Inserting the key into the lock and turning it he pushed gently on the panel. The panel swung back exposing a small room. He shut the panel quickly as he walked into the room. This room was also paneled very much like the study, however this room was very rarely inhabited. He walked over to the small desk and pulled out a small black book. He thought for a moment, and then seizing on a name from his past he looked rather quickly through the book. He nodded as he found the name he was looking for. But is he still alive, he thought to himself. Mr. Rossi looked again, and below the man’s name, was another name. Perhaps Mr. Rossi thought, if he couldn’t help him, then maybe she would.
Giorgio was waiting patiently at the hospital for word on Massimo’s surgery. He glanced at his watch and noted that the surgery should be over soon. As if on cue, the surgeon appeared in his scrubs and announced that the surgery was a complete success. Giorgio nodded, and pulled out his phone to call his father. Mr. Rossi said he would be over in a little bit, that there was a call that needed to be made. He told Giorgio that he was getting closer to finding out who was behind Carmine’s murder, but he needed to be sure. He asked Giorgio to stay until he got there. Giorgio agreed, and hung up.
Demetrio having left his cousin at Brooke’s house, decided it was time for a little investigation of his own. The two brothers decided to go to the hotel and make some inquiries. He wanted Filippa to do some research on the other House of Forrester. Lt. Baker had already spoken of suspicions concerning Forrester Originals, and since Filippa didn’t appear to be the target, they could rule out that someone had blown his cover. Although Demetrio was entirely convinced that Carmine was the actual target. The two brothers discussed this in detail on their way back to the hotel, and Filippa stated more than once that all of his contacts were accounted for, and that no red flags had been seen. He told Demetrio that no one had any idea he was in LA at the moment, only Papa and Demetrio. Demetrio finally acknowledged that Carmine had been the target, and that he would find out who was behind it. They arrived at the hotel. The two brothers went immediately to their room. Filippa pulled out his lap top and started to research immediately. He started with going to the FO homepage, and he started to ingest every morsel of information on the website. Most importantly, their recent news section, and pictures of the various family members. After a few hours of reading everything he could find on the Forrester’s the two decided it was time to grab some dinner, and the two headed back downstairs to the hotel diningroom for an early dinner.
In the hotel dining room, the two ordered dinner, and while waiting for the waiter to bring their drinks, a disheveled man entered the room. He immediately went to the bar, and ordered a double martini. Filippa, always on guard, noticed right away, and leaning in to his brother he whispered,
“That is Eric Forrester.”
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