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 toOliver, 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
For second my mind becomes blank and I just stare at him. But then he speaks,“Top of the morning to you.” His voice is soft, as if he is trying his best not to upset me in any way.He hands the bouquet of flowers to me and I can already smell them even though I have not received them from him yet.“I bought these for you. I don’t know your favorite, so I just bought you every kind that I could get my hand on.” He explains and butterflies dance in my belly.“Why are you here?” I clear my throat and I manage to ask.“Oh, um, I came with Chad. He should be on his way upstairs any minute, he stopped to get us all coffee.” Robert tells me, and I reply with a small, “oh.”Instead of verbally telling him to come in, I only walk back in the house and I leave the door open.I hear his footsteps as he enters and closes the door.I enter the living room and I sit on the hardwood floor. Robert walk towards me and does the
Chad has given me all the information I need on Jacob Reigns, which is not even much, considering that the guy is so good as being a ghost.But I do have an idea. I can try to set up a meeting with him, and cross my fingers that it would work.Even if I won’t see him in person, talking to him would greatly help my cause. “Are you ready?” Chad asks me and I sigh shakily.We are still in the apartment and I have dressed in my leather attire. Robert is chewing his fingernails, which proves that he is as nervous as I am.Each time I glance at him, I contemplate on whether I should tell him about the pregnancy. But the thing is, if I tell him, he and Chad would want me to abort this job. And I do not want to.The feeling of the high level risks that I face seems thrilling; and I know what I am going to do is not exactly good for the baby, but I am going to do it anyway.This is not only Robert’s child, but mine, an
“Oh my gosh.” I say in shock as my eyes land on the face of the person in the chair.I would have never thought.“Henry?” Chad asks incredulously.The amount of questions and confusion going through my head is mind blowing.“Why do you seem so surprised?” Henry asks me as he chuckles.“But, how is this possible? So you’re telling me that you’re Jacob Reigns?” I ask him and he wets his lips.“In the flesh.” He replies.“Let me help you understand...how do you think I am so wealthy?” He asks.“Because you work your butt off.” I respond and he shrugs lightly.“Yeah, that, but I also have a dark side that brings me the cash more quickly. I created this alias, Jacob Reigns, so that I can fully do whatever naughty illegal thing I wanted to do; and it worked so perfectly.” “And no one could tell your identity because you were hiding in plain sight. No one would expect Henry who works with the queen of England to be one of the most notorious mafia bosses in America.” I say and Henry claps fo
The baby. For a brief second, everything turns black, and then my vision returns. A growing pain appears in my stomach and I can't seem to breathe properly."Jen, are you okay?" I hear Chad ask me, but I soon fall to the floor. A sudden burst of gunfire erupts and I go unconscious.*****My eyes flutter open and I feel incredibly tired, even though I just woke up from sleeping. I look to my side and I see Robert. He seems to be sleeping in the chair next to the bed that I am in.I clear my throat and he wakes up from his nap."Oh, you are awake." He says to me in a groggy voice."Where am I?" I ask him and he frowns slightly.Instead of answering me, he runs his hand through his hair in frustration."Robert, is everything okay? Where am I?" I ask him once more."How can you be so selfish, Jen? How could you?" He sounds angry, and I have a feeling that I know what it is about.He must have found out that I am pregnant."You were carrying our child and you decided that going on a risky