Chapter Twenty-Nine
Wraith
I can’t even focus on school the next day.
I stayed up almost all-night hacking into Jamie’s shit and researching stuff.
I learned that Jamie hired a fucking assassin to kill Julian, the assassins name.
.. Victor Esquivel. He lives in a small town near the border of Mexico, is a father to ten children, all by different women, and is one of the most hired assassins from the black market.
Hired mostly by mafia leaders such as Jamie.
I found footage of Victor killing Julian as well.
It appears he didn’t cover all of his tracks because he is still traceable.
He apparently has been keeping tabs on my father periodically over the past few weeks and I’ve got to hand it to him, he’s good, but being good isn’t like being great, and well let’s just say he’s not great.
So, with the tabs he’s been keeping on my Dad he was able to make a fake ID for Dad and he killed Julian in the dead part of the city we live in.
Where I killed that man who was after Grey Eyes and I when we went for a night ride on my new bike.
I told Frani about what I’ve found and to say she’s not happy about my discoveries is kind of putting it lightly.
She went home after her first period and I haven’t heard from her since.
I’d hate to be in her line of sight right now.
I’m pulling into the driveway at home after a long day of school.
Grey Eyes hops off and takes off the helmet I let him borrow and heads to the front door.
I follow him with my helmet in hand and come face to face with my sister. She’s dressed in her biker gear with her helmet on, her pink tinted visor down.
“Let’s go.” She says, breezing past me.
“Go where?” I ask as she steps out on the porch.
“Get justice for our father.” Frani says. “Fritzi and I took today off school to do more research on this Victor asshole and we’re meeting him at the mall.”
“Why the mall?” I ask.
“Just come the fuck on!” Frani says. “Or I’ll just go by myself, I have no problem with that.”
I sigh.
“Alright, alright.” I say. “I’m coming.”
I turn to look at Grey Eyes who is staring at me down the hall.
“You’re leaving?” he asks.
I grip my helmet in my hand tighter and nod.
He walks up to me and kisses me. It takes me by surprise at first but I quickly recover and kiss him back.
My hand finds his head and his cranium rests in my palm.
He moans into my mouth as the warmth from my hand seeps through his dreadlocks to his scalp.
I pull his hair and bite his bottom lip before deepening the kiss. He’s the first to pull away.
“Please be safe.” He whispers, resting his forehead against mine. “And come back to me, My Dark Angel.”
I groan as I lick my lips, the taste of him still lingering on them. My dick jumps in my pants.
“You can’t say shit like that to me, it makes me hard for you.” I state.
He smiles.
“Then come back to me and I’ll let you fuck my face.”
The thought of him on his knees with my dick in his mouth nearly has me on my own damn knees.
“I promise, I’ll come back to you.” I say before saying in Korean, “My heart, my everything, mine.”
***
Frani is taking her crown as the new leader and runs the plan down by Fritzi and I.
We bought comms so we all can hear what Frani and Victor talk about.
We’re currently watching Frani sit in the food court, waiting for Victor to show up.
She ended up contacting him as if she’s looking to frame Fritzi and I.
We’re allegedly her stalkers who she can’t stand.
Once she sends him our way the motherfucker is ours for the taking.
After this plan we’ll anonymously send the footage of Victor killing Julian to Chief Caleb, hoping that it’ll set our father free. Frani perks up and says,
“He’s heading my way.”
Fritzi looks up from the game he’s playing on his phone and looks in Frani’s direction. I scoff with a smirk.
“How fucking typical of the guy, dressed in all black.” I remark.
We watch Victor approach Frani and sit down in front of her.
“Are you Neon?” Victor asks.
“In the flesh.” She responds.
“Talk to me, how long have these imbeciles been following you?”
“Speak for yourself, my guy.” Fritzi mumbles.
Tell me about it.
“Oh, I don’t know.” Frani sighs, sounding like a bit of a girly-girl. “Maybe two to three months now. Give or take.”
“You said that they could be dangerous. Can you elaborate on that?” Victor asks.
“Uh... well one of them I believe to be Korean, six foot five, with multiple tattoos.” Frani starts. “The other one is around the same height, has a big body, and seems a bit out of it sometimes. Both muscular.”
“Fuck you.” Fritzi says.
I can tell Frani is trying to hold in a laugh by the way her breath catches but she effortlessly covers it by starting to cry.
“I swear I saw one of them watching me shower with their fucking penis out, stroking to me.” she cries. “It was just—excuse me.”
She sniffles and turns her body away from Victor, pretending to compose herself.
“I’m so sorry, this just brings me so much distress.” She says.
“I know, I know it can.” Victor says, acting all sympathetic.
My hands ball into fists in an attempt to restrain myself. Fritzi looks at me.
“Down boy, down.” He says. “We’ll get our chance not too long from now.”
My sister sniffles again before continuing her story.
“I think they may have followed me here, but I’m not entirely sure.”
Fuck yeah! My time to shine! Or more accurately our time to shine.
“I think I saw the Korean guy dressed in a grey compression shirt and black pants.” She says, side eyeing me.
I wink at her, blow her a kiss, before nodding my head in encouragement. A tiny, barely there smirk appears on her lips for a split second before she gasps dramatically.
“I fucking knew!” she points at me.
The Dark Angel in me flutters his wings in delight. I grin as I put on my face mask with a skull design on it and run through the mall, Fritzi following behind me.
“And there’s his little friend too!” Neon adds.
I weave my way through the people in the mall as Flit follows suit. He laughs.
“Fuck this is fun!” he shouts.
We get yelled at by some people, mostly elderly people but it’s something I ignore.
“He’s all yours boys.” Neon says.
That’s all I needed to hear. I duck into a clothing store and try to blend in with the customers there, not that there’s many.
Flit continues to run like we planned. Once I see Victor pass right by me, on Flit’s tail I look at a shirt I have no interest in for a moment before ducking back out into the mall, following my cousin and this asshat of an assassin.
Finally, outside Flit runs to the Community Van and gets inside.
He opens the back door as I gain on Victor.
He’s so fucking focused on Flit that he doesn’t pay attention to me.
I tackle him to the ground and punch him.
His head hits the asphalt and blood splatters out of his nose.
He tries to fight back but I’m bigger than him so his strength and nothing compared to mine.
He pulls out a knife from his pocket and tries to stab me.
I’ll give it to him, he did manage to cut my pants, thankfully they’re baggy and he misses my leg completely.
Taking ahold of both his hands I slam them on the ground.
The knife falls from his fingers and I’m quick to grab it. I then jab him in the armpit.
He shouts in pain but I knock him out with the butt of his knife before he captures too much of unwanted attention. Frani walks up behind me and smirks as she looks down at Victor.
“Gullible son of a bitch.” She mutters before walking to the community van oh-so calmly.
I stand up and haul Victors body over my shoulders and walk to the van. Laying him in the van I get in and immediately reach for the laptop inside so I can hack into the mall security cameras and delete any unwanted footage.
***
Frani, Fritzi, and I have been watching and waiting for Victor to wake up.
I had to check his pulse a couple times to make sure I didn’t kill the motherfucker.
Each time I checked it his heart was beating; it might have been slow but it’s still beating, nonetheless.
We’ve been at this abandoned house for hours; it’s one in the morning right now and the sucker still hasn’t woken up.
I even told Grey Eyes not to worry about me and to get his rest for tomorrow.
He of course argued with me saying he’ll stay up until I get home but I’m sure he lost the fight and he’s currently sleep in my bed.
Frani and Fritzi went to go get some unhealthy snacks for us to eat on while we wait.
I just finished my homework for the week and am now helping Frani check her invitations to her Halloween party.
It’s this Friday and all I’m going to say is it came up kind of fast. We still have time for the actual holiday of Halloween but we like to have ours early.
The door to the front door opens and my sister and cousin walk through said door, carrying bags full of food.
“Damn, he still hasn’t woken up?” Frani asks.
“Nope.” I shake my head.
“Are you sure he has a pulse?” Frani asks.
I nod.
“Maybe he’s in a coma.” Fritzi chirps.
“I hope not.” Frani says.
I look at the big bottle of soda in Fritzi’s hand.
“Orange Soda?” I ask.
“What, it was all they had.” He protests. “And I needed something to drink.”
“I’m sure they had water.” I argue.
I don’t know why but I like teasing him a little. He frowns in disgust.
“I didn’t want any fucking water.”
Frani makes her way to the kitchen and places the bags in her hands on the island. I open one of them and peak inside. I see a bag of pretzels and Korean Yogurt, my favorite yogurt of all time.
“Where’d you get this?” I ask, pulling the yogurt out.
Frani shrugs.
“They just had it, and I knew you liked it, so I got it for you.” She responds.
“Nice.” I smile.