Chapter Twenty-Eight #2
Blood droplets decorate the floor, a couple of men have beer bottles while smoking a cigar, and Jamie stands front in center of the room as he touches a blood-stained whip.
My own blood boils at the sight of the motherfucker but he’s not my target.
.. at least not right now. Sticking to my plan I make my way to the living room when something moves.
Looking to the side of me I see my target standing in the middle of the hallway with a belt in her hand.
She stares at me eyes wide and she looks like she’s about to scream so I quickly run over to her and cover her mouth.
Her muffled scream echoes through the hallway and the men stop talking.
“Did you hear that?” one of the men asks.
“Hear what?” another man asks.
“Someone scream.”
“Ahh, stop your fucking worrying no one screamed, no one is stupid enough to break in my house.” Jamie says.
“Should we go check it out?”
Shit! Looking around I spot a dark room with its doors open. I walk in there, with Jamies wife still in my grasp.
“I’d advise you to say fucking quiet, pretty girl.” I whisper in her ear.
She’s crying now and I just roll my eyes. The men filter out into the hallway, looking around.
“Sweetie!” Jamie calls.
The woman inhales sharply, like she’s preparing to scream so I squeeze her throat, tightly, slowly squeezing all the air out of her lungs.
“Sweetie, come on don’t be mad at me from earlier. It was just a fucking joke, answer me, where are you?” Jamie continues.
She releases a strangled whimper and I think I’m for sure going be caught but no one comes.
These men are either unaware of their surrounds or just fucking idiotic.
She moves her arm and I look down and realize she’s reaching for a knife.
Looking around in the dark room I let my eyes adjust and realize we’re in a mini kitchen, which I’m assuming is to make snacks for the theatre room.
I jerk her body away from the knife but she’s a quick little thing and manages to grab the fucking thing.
She tries to stab me but misses. The men outside are long gone so I shut the door with a kick of my foot and release the woman.
“Let me go!” she shouts. “You’re not supposed to be here, my husband is going to kill you, you fucktard.”
I chuckle.
“Your lousy attempt to insult and threaten me is adorable.” I say walking closer to her, backing her into a corner.
She holds the knife out and I press into it, the tip digging through the pit of my neck while I smile even though she can’t see my mouth.
“You have an adorable weapon to match your adorably threatening act.” I taunt.
Droplets of blood run down my body as the knife digs deeper.
The sting honestly kind of feels good if I’m being honest. Moving back I slap the knife out of her hand, breaking her wrist during the process, the knife clattering to the floor somewhere in the room.
She screams in pain but I muffle it with my hand.
Grabbing my pocketknife I slice her throat before stepping back, watching her struggle to cover the wound.
It’s a long slit and it feels good to watch the light leave her eyes.
When her body drops her wedding ring catches my attention so crouching down I grab her hand and cut off her ring finger, careful not to get the wedding ring too bloody.
Once the finger is detached from her body I get up and walk to a counter.
Sliding the backpack off my back I pull out the gift box I packed and place the finger in it.
I originally had a different plan for this gift box but this one seems better.
For my father and the death of Julian. Now I usually don’t fight women out of respect, but she deserved death after sitting back letting her husband and his friends do whatever they did to those kids upstairs and all the other shit I’m sure he’s done.
It’s fucking despicable! After tying the pretty bow on the box I pull out one of the ropes I packed and walk to the corpse.
Tying the rope around her neck I maneuver her body and drag it right below the ceiling fan.
Thankful for my six-foot five height I don’t have to climb to reach one of the panels on the ceiling fan.
Tying the other end of the rope to the panel I turn it on, on the lowest setting and watch her body slowly spin around.
The pride that fills my chest is unfathomable and damn it feels good.
Now it’s time to drop off Jamies present and rescue those children upstairs.
When I get back upstairs I see the door of the room I left them in has been knocked off its hinges.
Rushing into the room I discover that it is empty.
Fuck! Where the fuck are these men? And when did they take the kids?
Noise from outside catches my attention so I walk to the window of the room.
Downstairs in the driveway I see the kids being shoved into a car by a tall muscular guy before he seats himself in the passenger seat.
His clothes are dismantled and it looks like he has blood on his bald head which means the kids put up a fight even though they knew they would lose.
Don’t worry Jason and Hannah, I’m on my way.
Raising the window up I climb out onto the roof.
The tree I used to enter the house is some distance away, too far for me to jump to use to climb down.
So, I rely on my athletic abilities to backflip off the roof, catch myself on one of the poles of the porch and slide down it.
Gunshots fire and I hear a bullet fly right past my ear.
Turning around I see half of Jamies body hanging out a vehicle as it drives out the driveway.
He shoots again with a dumbass grin on his face but misses by yards.
“Fucking pussy.” I mutter under my breath shaking my head. “You can’t even fucking aim right.”
Running off the property I make my way to my bike.
Placing my helmet on my head I hop on the bike and begin to follow the assholes.
I follow them onto an empty freeway, as it is nearly midnight after all so most of the city is out like a light right now.
They continuously fire shots at me and each time miss.
I’m on my bike now I know how to maneuver past bullets easier motherfuckers!
They form into a cluster of cars ahead of me, the first one housing Jamie but I’m not sure where the kids are.
Speeding up I get to the first car. A woman sticks her hand out with a gun and attempts to shoot me but I catch her hand and force her to shoot in the air.
Letting her hand go I reach into one of my thigh straps and grab my knife.
Flicking it open I stab the woman in her throat.
She grabs her neck attempting to stop the bleeding which she has no shot at.
Reaching for my gun I shoot the driver in the head.
Immediately the car swerves off the road and crashes.
Speeding up to the next car I see the kids in it.
They bang on the window to get my attention but one of the guys inside with them pulls Hannah’s hair and yanks her back.
I huff in frustration. I need to figure out a way to get them to safety.
The car next to me fires at me and the bullet grazes my arm.
I groan as I feel the pain sear up my arm.
Gripping the handles on my motorcycle harder, I ignore the pain before reaching into my backpack, while holding the bike steady.
Pulling out the grenade I ready it before tossing it in the open window. It lands in the drivers lap. He looks down and his eyes get big. He exclaims in Spanish before I zoom up ahead and the car goes up in flames. Glass shards and other materials from the car fly everywhere.
Looking up I catch two large pieces of glass and aim one at the second car in line.
Throwing the glass at the back tire the tire pops and the car crashes into one of the many lampposts lining the freeway.
Jamies car comes to a stop up ahead and eventually so does the car with Jason and Hannah in it.
Jamie steps out of the car with one of his bodyguards.
Jamie has a gun in his hand, pointed directly at my heart, it’s kind of heartwarming.
I come to a stop on my bike but don’t hop off it.
“I put your father in jail, killed your measly little spy, and now I get to kill you, his wannabe, adopted son.” Jamie says with a smile. “Oh wait until my baby hears this.”
“Your baby?” I ask. “She was such a beautiful woman why did you hide her from us?”
“Hey, that’s none of your business.”
I hear commotion coming from behind me, I take a quick look behind me and see the men in the car has exited it, but the kids are still in there.
“What are you doing to those poor kids?” I ask.
“My job, I have bills due.” Jamie says.
“Your job?” I ask.
He simply nods like we’re talking about an office job downtown.
“Yeah. They’re wasteful little scum in this earth so I’m saving the planet by getting rid of them.” Jamie explains. “And the money I’m getting paid to do so is...”
He chuckles and whistles, imitating something big.
Telling me without words someone paid him a fortune to do this for them.
This motherfucker! My blood boils beneath my skin as my sixth sense tells me a man is creeping up behind me.
Looking down at the ground without moving my head I see his shadow slowly approach me.
I let him get close to me as I stealthily hide the shard of glass in my sleeve.
Firmly he places his gun to my head and says in a gruff voice,
“Get off the bike.”
I hold my hands up in surrender before slowly getting off my bike. I turn to face him and see him smiling.
“Now walk.” He says.
I shake my head. He’s not where I want him.
“You’re not going to pat me down?” I ask. “Before I’m in a close proximity to your beloved boss?”