CHAPTER 4 "The suicide"

LEE-

I wanted to see Jordan and laugh at his weakness. I went in my room to change into something comfortable and saw a note, is he not there in the room? I ran upstairs and the guards pursued me as though something bizarre had occurred. I went into the room and saw somebody shrouded in blood. I went close to him to see who that person was, and it was one of my men, Josh. I wanted to kick that knave as he let Jordan escape, I took my gun and shot him in the head. Then, I went towards the balcony and saw chains hanging, that bastard escape from my room.

I surged down and took a look at the CCTV footage, Cole proceeded to call out for the guard who gave him the car keys. The men entered inside and I strolled towards him.

"You don't know me, do you?" I said as Jordan got away from the mafia's home easily on account of his absurdity.

"Sir, I…. I was unable to recognize him as he looked-" he said and I shot him in a moment.

"Good for nothing, imbecile." I said out of resentment. Then I turned towards Cole.

"How much more harm are you going to cause me? I'm already in pain you bastard." I said looking at him without flinching. He was driving me up the wall.

"I'll track him, Mr. Mathew had sent me to investigate our bar. I wasn't here." He said and I pardoned him seeing he was not to blame this time.

"In any case, you should've told them to be cautious and alert." I said as I probably was aware Cole will find Jordan in no time.

"I will send you his location at the earliest opportunity." He said and I sat on my table.

Not long after I got a message on my phone, it was some location of a hotel. Cole figured out how to track down his location. I sneered and hurried towards my car and drove off. I texted Cole back.

"Make no moves without my order, I'll talk to him." I didn't need any other person to have the delight of killing him, I wanted to do it by myself. I went inside the hotel, asking Cole to be ready if he tries to escape.

The receptionist didn't dare ask me anything as everybody was frightened of me. She gave me his room number and I went towards the lift. Being a gentleman, I knocked and he opened the door. The expression all over his face made me feel triumphant as I knew he feared me. He was frightened of me and I enjoyed it a great deal. He was scared but was a good opponent until he out of nowhere quit hitting me back, I was unable to stay onto the purposes behind this activity of his and started hitting him severely until I got emotional. This was the second time I had cried before him; he was kindhearted as he tried to comfort me, I was utterly crazy as I showed him the hopeless side of me. I was more like a living corpse after Jasmine's demise and had zero control over my feelings. I felt his hands sliding towards the weapon and he managed to grab it from me. How dare he?

He pointed the weapon towards me but I wasn't afraid to die as I wanted to die already. Without Jasmine this world appeared to be unimportant. I ran and punched him; he didn't shoot. He killed my life partner but couldn't kill me? I grabbed the weapon from his hands and shot towards his direction but didn't focus on him. I recalled Cole's words saying that I shouldn't kill him in a moment but give him the most merciless death. In this way, I shot towards him and the slug contacted his shoulder somewhat making him bleed.

He sat on the floor groaning in pain, and I simply looked at him until Cole and few men entered inside taking their weapon out. I lifted my hand ordering them not to shoot. My bodyguards hauled him towards the car and tossed him inside.

We before long entered in the mansion, and this time I ordered them to tie him in my room so he is before me each and every second, and they did so. Jordan grunted and shouted on top of his voice imploring me to let him go.

"Let me go, or just kill me." He said trying to loosen the ropes limiting his options.

"Your death will not be this simple, as you will endure two times the agony Jasmine faced." I said as I myself was destroyed after her death.

"I didn't kill her; I don't kill people." He said still resisting the ropes.

"You certainly killed the man upstairs." I lied to make him more vulnerable as he appeared to be a saint before me by not accepting that he killed Jasmine.

"Is he dead, I can't kill people, I’m not you." He acted as though he felt truly regretful, and I couldn't help but scoff at the unfortunate simpleton crying before me.

"This wasn't your first murder, drop the drama you bastard." I said and punched him out of frustration.

His hands were tied upwards and knees contacted the ground, he was put in my room with the goal that I could see him from each corner. I didn't feel sorry for him briefly as I wanted to see him screaming in pain. I looked around and didn't see any possibility of him escaping so went towards my bed and nodded off not long later.

I heard him trying to loosen the ropes and shouting around midnight, I woke up in frustration and picked up the weapon lying under my cushion and hurried towards him. I put the gun in his mouth and he quit shouting. I could hear muffled voice as he actually won't surrender.

"Just shut the fuck up, don't get on my nerves." I realized he wanted to aggravate me as I can't manage him when I'm sluggish and hit him hard severe on his head with the rear of my gun making him fell oblivious.

"Now, I can sleep at ease, goodnight asshole." I said and bounced on the bed. I didn't feel him struggling or battling, he was in a deep sleep after that hit, ha-ha.

I woke up as sunlight hit my face and I yawned uproariously, I glanced around and my eyes halted at him. He was still oblivious; I had hit him truly hard but couldn't care less. I left the bed and kicked him while strolling towards the bathroom. He was still not waking up; I took my time in the shower and came outside after quite a while. He was kneeling down, I was unable to see any development and strolled with cautious strides as I didn't need one more wound on my body, I couldn't know if he was acting or truly dead.

"Just a mere shot, and you are unable to try and deal with that?" I said while grabbing his hair and lifting his head up. He didn't move, I saw he had wrapped his neck with the ropes firmly. I was stunned as his face had become blue, blood was dribbling out of his mouth and I panicked.

"Cole? Cole?" I yelled his name and he entered, I moved away from his body and felt terrific, I simply wanted to find out whether he's alive or not.

"Sir?" He expressed, seeing his body hanging.

"Just…... just check if he's alive or not." I said stammering, I didn't have the foggiest idea why I panicked but some part of me was truly terrified. Maybe, I saw another dead body, I reasoned it by saying it as a psychological trauma.

“He’s alive sir, but his pulse is very low.” Cole said and I took a sigh of relief. He quickly removed the ropes from his neck and hands, Jordan fell on the floor.

“What should I do now? I wanted to kill him, should I just throw him outside?” I said as some part of me wanted to help him but my demons wanted to kill him.

“Is this the merciless death you wanted to give him?” He said, and I looked at him.

“Just throw him outside the window. I don’t care.” I said turning my back towards Jordan.

“Okay! Sir,” Cole lifted him and dragged him towards the balcony, I was just looking at him as blood dripped from his mouth. He picked up Jordan with all his might.

“Stop” I said, stopping Cole and he dropped him on the floor.

I don’t know why I stopped Cole, am I getting scared of deaths? But I just killed two men without giving it a thought. What is happening to me? Everything was so new to me as I never spared a life, I never cared for people who weren’t important to me. Why was I saving his life when he killed my fiancé? Maybe because I hadn’t found any solid proof against him. But do I care, if he is suspicious in my eyes? I was contradicting my one sentence after another; I didn’t know but had to reach at one decision. He should be dead. He fucking murdered her. I went to grab a bottle of alcohol.

“Do whatever you want, if he somehow manages to live, let me know so that I can make his condition worse than today.” I said while drinking the alcohol in one go.

“Ok, sir.” He said and called few men to take him somewhere, as I didn’t want to know where they took him.

I drank all night, but this time, I recalled when he suddenly stopped beating me.

[ “I didn’t kill her, I don’t kill people, I am not like you. My conscience is already tormenting me. I’m sorry for your loss, but I didn’t kill her. I get it you are hurt; I totally get it. Is he dead? I tried to save her from that…… from that man.]

I had flashbacks of him, telling me but I was confused, should I believe him? Why am I thinking this through? He is the murderer I should just kill him. Why am I keeping him alive? Who is that man? Is he telling the truth? I don’t know when I fell asleep, I missed Jasmine a lot and wanted to know the truth behind her death. I can’t just sit and assume things I need to know the truth. What happened that night.

“Mr. Lee? Mr. Lee?” I heard someone shouting my name and I slowly opened my eyes feeling pain as if someone was hitting my head.

“Shut the fuck up.” I screamed.

“Do you need a hangover drink?” I opened my eyes and saw Cole standing right over my head.

“The fuck do you want?” I said groaning in pain, I can’t even handle few drinks now?

“Two bottles are not considered few drinks sir.” He said and I was shocked and looked at the table. I saw two empty bottles lying on the table. Gross.

“And you are what? A mind reader?” I said confused as hell, how did he know what I was thinking?

“No, I don’t think so.” He said, ugh! He thinks he looks cute? Asshole, knows nothing but create problems.

“How am I on the bed? I fell asleep on the table I remember.” I said looking around as I was covered with sheets and most probably slept like a baby.

“You are really heavy sir.” He said clearly indicating that he picked me from the table to the bed, I am getting irritated now.

“Are you my wife?” I said being irritated as fuck.

“No, your bodyguard sir.” He said stiffened as rock, just shut up for fucks sake.

We looked and each other and laughed for some time. No matter how irritated I was, he always had a way to cheer me up. This was the first time I had smiled after Jasmine’s death. Cole and I were more like best friends as we’ve known each other for years now, his father used to work for mine and he used to come with him at my home. We would play for hours and spend time together; the house was filled with our laughter. One day his father died from heart attack and after that we decided to keep Cole with us. Since then, he lived with us as my bodyguard and my father treated him like his son, so were more like brothers and trusted each other a lot. I stopped laughing as I realized that I don’t have the right to laugh, my Jasmine had died and I went silent.

I stood up from my bed and went in the bathroom without saying a word. Cole followed me with his eyes until I closed the door behind me, he is weird today. Or maybe not today, weird after jasmine’s death. I know that he always cared for me, but this time it felt unusual. I took a bath without thinking much and got ready, I had thrown all suits that were designed by Jordan as I didn’t want to keep anything related to him. But finding something that gave me the classic look seemed impossible. I always wanted to look perfect and clean as I had people working under me who looked up to me. But now, I wore whatever I found in my closet or Cole had put on my bed without looking at them. I was a complete mess but still was glad as I had Cole and dad supporting me.

“Where is he?” I asked Cole while he was fixing my tie.

“He is in the doctor’s cabin, still unconscious.” He said and I looked everywhere but towards him as he was exceptionally close to me.

“I can take it from here.” I said while moving away from him and fixing my collar.

“The people are talking things about you; you are the leader yet vulnerable as fuck. Please pull yourself together or else it will be hard to control them.” He said with a concerned look on his face and I was forced to look at him.

“And you are the head bodyguard, do I have to remind you of your duties?” I said angrily as it was his duty to shut their mouth or punish them instead of ordering me.

“Huh!” He scoffed at me and I rushed towards him.

“Don’t you dare ‘huh’ me. Or I will drop all the bullets in that small head of yours.” He was really weird now; I knew he was not being disrespectful but I had serious anger issues.

“Pull yourself together, there are people who actually care for you.” He said while patting on my shoulder and walked past me giving me a weird smile.

“Hey! You! Come back here, or I will cut your salary for six months.” I shouted but he disobeyed me, what kind of bodyguards am I keeping around me? They are not even listening to me.

I looked as he went outside, trying to think what he had said but soon got out of my thoughts as I had another bastard to deal with. The doctor’s cabin was on the seventh floor and I went towards the lift, my room was on the fifth floor and was too lazy to climb the stairs. I walked into the corridor and saw men staring at me.

“Do you have a problem?” I said in irritation and they looked down on the floor, they probably heard Cole not listening to me. I feel fucked up. I moved forward and went into the doctor’s cabin.

"How is he?" I said talking to Dr. Clark. He was our family doctor and lived here, as many people used to get injured or die and we didn't have time to take them to the hospital, so possibly we killed them on the off chance that they weren't worth the effort or we bring them here.

"He was saved somehow; I gave up but then he finally woke up. He was having his episodes every now and then and I gave him strong sedatives to put him in deep sleep.

"Huh! This bastard won't die easily, will he?" I said not understanding what I felt when I heard he is alive.

The doctor left, and I went in the room where Jordan was sleeping. I entered and saw him lying like a corpse. I steered a stage towards him and heard him murmuring. He was shuddering and said random things.

"Don't…... Go…. don't to leave me… " I heard him say, has he lost somebody as well? What was the deal? I made one more stride towards him and somewhat contacted his forehead to check his temperature.

"I don't have anyone… don't go..." He said, and grabbed my hand, I gulped a huge amount of saliva as it was getting really awkward for me.

I got goosebumps everywhere and my brain went blank. I snapped his hand off from mine. I would have rather not remained there for a second because I didn't want to see his face any longer. I'm not yet trying to comprehend the reason why I saved his life and now this? Things were excessively befuddling for me to understand.

"Doc? Doc? take a look at this jerk." I called out for the doctor as didn't know how to react and left the room.

All I could think of, was how he held my hand and begged, I didn't have any idea what I was feeling as an unusual feeling hit me. I used to adore him as a result of his brand yet when I understood he had killed my fiancé, I needed to eliminate his existence from this planet. But now what is this indescribable feeling surging within me. What was Jordan talking about? What is befalling me? Am I going insane?