“Where are you going?” Henry asks me as I walk towards him. He is in the living room slumped on the couch.“At my apartment.” I reply him and he chews on the half eaten apple in his hand. This guy is always chewing on something.“So soon?” He speaks without looking at me. His eyes are now glued to the giant flat screen TV.“Yeah, I guess. And oh, I’m using one of your cars.” I inform him and he looks at me.He studies me from my toe to my head and he smiles.“I see you are back to your old self.” He says with a smirk.“And you can use whichever car you wish to.” He adds.I thank him and I exit the house. There are a lot of cars to choose from. I may choose the black sleek Ferrari, it seems to fit my personality more.“Ma’am, how may I help you?” One of the guards walk up to me and asks.His features remind me of one of the clients I worked for some time ago, he was Asian and very wealthy.“Henry gave me permission to use one of the cars.” I inform h
So it begins.My journey to redeeming myself from my first heartbreak. I have decided if I want to do this, then it means I would have to fully embody who I once was.I know it’s crazy because time passes and we change, but I don’t want change. I want to be the same person I were before I collided with Robert Jones.I want to forget him totally, but something tells me that that is just a wish that would unlikely come to pass.Considering that I am carrying his baby, he is going to be a part of my life whether I want him to or not.I thought deeply about just going to a low key clinic and getting rid of the baby, but I don’t want to honestly.That’s the crazy thing. Although I am scared to be a mother and I hate that I do happen to be pregnant for a guy that cheated on me, I want to keep it.This is a gift, a miracle. I was infertile for as long as I can remember, and here I am, pregnant. This is so precious.But
It is a perfect shot and the man drops to the ground as soon as the bullet makes contact with his forehead. Panic awakens and everyone seems to be running for some form of cover. They don’t need to worry, the person I came for is already singing with the angels, or let’s say, dancing in the flames of hell.I withdraw my weapon and I place it back into the golf bag as quickly as possible. I need to be out of here because the police would be here in about ten minutes or less.I clear the sniper nest that I made and I place everything back into my backpack.I then jog towards the staircase that would help me exit the rooftop. When I reach it, I descend it two at a time and in no time, I am already on the floor that the construction workers were.But the coast is clear, no one seems to be here. I believe they have all gone to check out the commotion across the street, or they are hiding for their own lives thinking that the sniper is still a
The man smiles and I study his actions carefully. He could have another weapon, so I have to be careful.“I don’t believe you know me.” The man says, and though I am aiming a weapon at him, he does not seem to have a hint of fear.“Oh, really now?” I answer him sarcastically and he chuckles.“I’m only going to ask you one more time, who the heck are you, buddy?” I add and he sighs.“I’m Oliver Martins, I am a detective and I work with the NYPD.” He confesses and my eyes widen a bit.Oh my gosh.How—how did he know I would be here at this particular time?Well, he is a detective.But the thing is, my case was dropped.“You don’t need to be alarmed, I’m not here to do anything to you, I just want to talk.” He says when he notices my troubled facial expression.“I thought my case was closed.” I remind him and he smiles lopsidedly.“You look so beautiful in person. We spent years trying to
Oliver, the detective falls to the ground with a thud and he clutches his leg; specifically his thigh, for it is where I shot him.The gun he was holding is now a few feet away from him as he groans in pain.I walk closer to him and I kick the gun further away.He lets out strings of cusses as blood gushes out of the wound. Looking at the wound, I can tell that it is a perfect shot.It went right through.The bullet I shot him with is also a couple of feet from him.“Stop whining, you would be fine.” I say to him as I walk towards the kitchen to fetch a cloth so he can press it against the wound.When I return, I hand the cloth to him as I direct him.“Fold it and apply pressure to the wound by pressing the cloth at where I shot you.” I say and he does exactly as I instruct him to do.I kneel down and I apply more pressure to the wound by using the cloth and he winces.“Like that, okay?” I say
One of the definitions of TRAUMA is that it is a deeply distressing or disturbing experience.There is no doubt in my mind that I was traumatized from a young age. I saw my parents killed right in front of me. I heard them cry for help as they took their last breaths.And on top of all that, my only living relative, Charles did not want anything to with me. He literally declined to the responsibility of taking care of me.I was alone for a very long time, and I cried myself to sleep so many nights. I was so unhappy and always sad for so many years, and that was a nightmare for me.Being an assassin was where I found some form of joy. Every person I killed felt good, because it was like I was killing the man who murdered my parents over and over.Being an assassin brings purpose to my meaningless existence.“Jen..” I hear Oliver call for my attention and I finally lift my head up.I feel so vulnerable, as if I am naked, though I am not.“How do—how do you
It truly is Spencer Young. I don’t want to lie, this guy songs are exceptional, and I am; let’s say, almost a fan of him.“Hi.” He says with a rough masculine smile.Instead of giggling with glee or showing any hint of excitement, my facial expression is deadpan.“What do you want?” I ask in a bored tone. He looks nervous and he clears his throat.“Well, I need your help, I am in danger.” He says, and I chuckle.“If that’s so, then I think you got the wrong number, champ. This is not 911.” I reply to him and he sighs.His eyes are filled with worry and another emotion that I can’t seem to decipher.“Please, it’s not for free, I am going to pay you.” He speaks and then he looks around him, almost as if he is scared that someone could walk in on him while making this call.I stare at him for a while and I finally give in. At least I know it’s actually him and not some detective trying to set a trap
I will definitely need Chad to help me on this one, I can not do this on my own. I could try, but this is a job that has another level of risk, so trying is not an option.If I am going to do this job, I have to do it perfectly.I wake up from the bed and from the view outside the window, I can tell that it is already dark out.I remove my clothing and as I do this, I am reminded of someone. Someone that always wanted me to join them in the shower so they would keep the door of the bathroom open.Someone that would stare at me as if I am the only girl in the world. Someone who makes my senses go to hell, and brings my emotions alive with just their touch.I am reminded of Robert Jones. How can I ever forget him? I can’t even if I try, he is, or I can say, was a part of me.My eyes land on the landline in my room and the urge to call Robert up just to hear his voice overwhelms me.I really miss him, and it would be amazin
My eyes widen and I immediately try to open the door of the moving car so I can jump out but all the doors are locked. Adrenaline floods every part of my body, it is like it is all happening so fast and I have no control.“What are you doing? Stop that! Do you want to get yourself killed?” Russell shouts as Usman increases the speed of the car so jumping out would seem more painful to me if I decide to do so.“Stay the hell away from me!” I reply to him aggressively when he tries to reach out to me and he raises his hands in surrender.“Okay, okay,” He says and then he settles back into his seat.“What the hell is going on?” I ask after a full minute of silence. I am much calmer right now, I was acting out of instinct when I realized that the person that was sitting next to the driver was Russell.How is that even possible? Was he not in an induced coma a few days ago? “Are you finished with trying to jump out of a speeding car just to avoid me?” Russell replies to me and I hear Usma
“Natalie is smart, I will give her that. She had all the video evidence cleared before we could get our hands on it,” Taylor explains and I at everything else in the room but her.“May I ask, who are you professionally?” I ask her, and she smiles lopsidedly.“I work with the police department in Russia, I am the police chief,” She informs me and I nod slowly. “As I was saying, Natalie made the investigation a lot more difficult for us. Her skills in covering evidence are impressive, but I believe that she got some inside help,” Taylor continues what she was explaining.“And?” I beckon her to explain more. If Natalie covered up our tracks so well, how does she know that Natalie did it? That she was the one that pulled the trigger and not me.“I know you want to know how I know that she was the one who pulled the trigger, and I am going to explain just that to you,” Taylor tells me.“Okay,” I drag the word as I wait for her to tell me what she knows.“I am Russell’s third wife and it h
What in the world is happening? Why am I even being arrested? Even if this is about Russell Marshall’s investigation, the person they should be arresting is Natalie, I was not the one that shot the man in the head.“This has to be a joke, right?” Chad laughs but when he sees that the military guys are not even smiling, he realizes that this is serious.I gave the piece of document that they handed to me, I read it quickly and it authorizes them to arrest me, but what I don’t see is the charge.“Your hands, please,” One of the military guards says a bit softly and I do as he says. I place my hands behind my head and I hear Chad scoff.“Do you want us to do something?” The guards that we have at the entrance ask me but I disagree by wagging my head. It would only make things worse, from experience, going peacefully with the authorities is always the best thing to do.“I am calling Robert, and then the lawyer. We would get this settled in no time,” Chad tries to comfort me as he makes a
Yes, we certainly need to talk. I put Jake down from my arms and he protests that he wants to tell me secretly. James, Natalie, and Cara watch my exchange with him with smiles on their faces.“Okay, what is it?” I ask him as he gets close to my ear.“I love you,” He whispers in my ear and I can not help but smile. Some people say having kids is a nightmare, and the truth is that it is at times, but most of the time, it is the greatest joy anyone could have.“Mommy heats you right back,” I reply to him in a whisper, and he giggles before he runs onto James.I stand upright and I bid James and Jake goodbye as I join Natalie and Cara in the living room.“We have a serious hiccup in our plans,” Cara begins when we have all sat down on the couch.“I know,” I reply to her, and Natalie chuckles but I can hear the worry in her voice.“Of course you do, it is all over the news,” She tells me and I stay quiet, not knowing exactly what to say.“So what are doing?” Cara asks no one in particular
“What do you mean that he’s alive?” I ask Robert as he stands to his feet, he looks worried but that is in no way compared to how I feel right now. Gosh, does Natalie know this? I need more information.“Which news channel did you learn that from?” I fire another question at Robert, not giving him the chance to answer the first. “Here, take a look, it is all over social media, and all the big news broadcasters are airing it,” Robert says as he hands his phone to me. The last time I held it was when I found out that he was partially cheating on me.I can not say that he was actually cheating because he did not sleep with Amanda, but he did receive nudes from her and whatnot. In my book, that is cheating, but I am just going to call it partially cheating in light of what Robert and Amanda explained to me.But that is not the issue at hand right now, we have a huge freaking problem. I need to get dressed and let Natalie and Cara know what has happened.I take the phone from Robert and I
Some might say that we are moving a bit too fast, but I have known Robert for close to a year now. Still, it seems like such a limited amount of time to decide to spend your entire life with someone, but why wait any longer?Robert and I have had our fair share of storms and problems, but we have weathered everyone one of them, plus we have a great support system. Chad, James, Carlos, and Jake are sure to be there for us if we happen to begin to feel the storms of life raging again, and of course, we will.The amount of crazy that I have been through individually is insane, my entire life has been far from normal and I am starting to stop wanting normal. Besides, normal is a bit overrated. Marrying someone you have known for only almost a year is not very expected, or should I say, normal? But that is the thing, I am not normal and do not even want to be anymore.“Well?” Robert asks me as I drag my body off the unmade bed. He suggested that we should get married next week after I ment
I can not believe that this just happened, Robert proposed to me! This is amazing and I feel so good, but I also feel like this is too good and I don’t deserve it. But I am just going to sum that up as insecurity trying to present itself in the form of me not being worth it enough to get proposed to.After I said yes, I think Jake was more excited than everyone else. Chad and the others came out soon after and I have a strong feeling that they somehow knew that Robert was going to propose. Robert placed a very expensive ring on my finger and he rose from his kneeling, I placed Jake in the chair where I was sitting and Robert and I embraced. We then shared a kiss and everyone joined Jake as he clapped. As soon as the applause died, the rain ceased gradually and the sun began to shine through the dark clouds. It seemed too perfect that I literally had to pinch myself two times to make sure that I was not dreaming. Good thing I was not, because I would have been so mad at myself.We e
It is usually sunny here, but today is different, and besides, it is a Saturday. I think the weather chose the best time to be like this, I don’t have to drive Jake to school and I get to spend the entire day with him.Yesterday was so eventful, I had to explain all that happened to me in Russia to Robert, James, Carlos, and Chad about three times before they finally could grasp it all. I also had the responsibility of explaining why I have suddenly decided to trust and forgive someone that caused me so much trauma, Cara was quiet when I took my time to make them all understand that I have finally decided to bury the hatchet concerning what she did.I am not going to pretend like I don’t feel a stab of emotional pain when I look at her, but I am going to try my best to move on. I am currently sitting on the porch alone while listening to the beating of the rain on the ground and roof, it is very soothing and I have never felt so relaxed in my life. Everybody else is in the house and
I open the door of the house and I walk in as Cara follows behind me slowly and tentatively. We are out of Russia and in Cyprus, though only Cara came along. Natalie took a later flight because she wanted to come with Susan, her grandmother.It took us a couple of hours to fly from Russia to Cyprus, especially because I did not have my passport on me. Cara had to pull some strings and call in some favors at airport security, and to my pleasant surprise, it all worked out smoothly.“Are you sure that they would want to see me?” I hear Cara’s voice as we walk further into the house. Everything looks pretty much the same, but I don’t see anyone here. “Where is everyone?” I say to myself in a low tone as I continue to explore the house.Suddenly I hear heavy footsteps and I look toward the source, someone is walking down the stairs. As soon as the person's eyes meet mine, they stop in their tracks.“Whoa, am I tripping, or am I seeing Jen Davis?” Chad asks me and he continues his descent