CHAPTER 9 "Lee's Jealous"

LEE-

I was all the while bantering with myself while returning home. Cole, isn't the sort who will double-cross me. I don't reserve the right to question him as he has consistently substantiated himself worthy of my trust, I can't live with the fact that Cole is the mole among us. He loved dad a lot. I hope it's just me assuming things and Cole is innocent.

We entered inside and I saw Jordan yelling, what's with him now? He's been acting abnormal, he said nothing when I questioned him, however kicked Cole as though he was nothing. This person certainly has strength or, in all likelihood he wouldn't be alive yet. His physique was great and sharp while mine was on the bulky side, not the one that would gross people out, we were both ideal in terms of looks and I don't get odd and timid while adulating myself.

I sent everybody in the doctor's cabin as they required some treatment and went straightforwardly towards my room. My body needs rest as this injury stings a ton, my arm was draining as the bullet somewhat contacted my arm. I called one of men and ordered them to send Jordan to me, I needed to talk.

He went into and the room loaded up with awkwardness. I attempted to oversee yet couldn't hold and walked around him. I was unable to express my feelings or even define them, I couldn't understand them myself yet however my body responded itself at whatever point I was with Jordan. I could feel his breath on my neck, I needed to embrace him, I wasn't in that frame of mind to put motivations to how much stupid things I was doing and saw his hands shuddering, he attempted to hit me on my point of weakness as he discussed my father and I returned once again to my senses.

I painstakingly took a gander at his demeanor at whatever point I talked about Cole and my dad. He wasn't calm when I suspected Cole, and I wanted to beat somebody when he talked about Cole pleasantly. I don't hate Cole; I love him but he doesn't have to love him too. Jordan isn't supposed to feel anything for Cole or Clark or whosoever.

He looked at the PC and wheezed boisterously, what on God's green earth occurred? I took it from his hands without reconsidering and saw Cole taking cover behind a support point hiding from the camera. What was he doing, it was the seventh floor, I actually haven't tracked down his recording on the eighth floor yet something felt off-putting. Outrage surged in my veins and I wanted to leave.

Jordan attempted to stop me, by holding my hand however something didn't feel right, I got away from him and afterward he embraced me from behind. What's going on with he? Surprising inclination hurried all around my body and I felt my body shuddering. His hands were wrapped around my shoulder, I could feel his breath on the nape of my neck. I was almost letting myself go as I halted however at that point saw Jasmine's face and saw dad dying on the floor. I took off without looking back. I shut the door of my room and sat on the floor in panic.

"What was this?" I said to myself breathing extremely quick. I covered my heart with hands to suppress its voices. The bodyguards ran towards me however I sent them away. They were concerned yet I couldn't have cared less, as my breathing returned to its generally expected pace, I concluded I would go into father's room. As I was unable to fault Cole like he's just anyone. I needed to know everything behind the homicide.

I gradually strolled higher up, I really wanted time for myself so I didn't take the lift and decided to climb the steps. I stood directly before his room as I was unable to accumulate the solidarity to head inside. I considered turning around, however at that point it would mean I'm creating some distance from reality and turning into a blind eye.

I need to rebuff the person who's behind all this chaos. Nobody will live subsequent to harming the Tennyson’s. I took a deep breath and opened the entryway, it was spotless and it got harder for me to look for a proof, since now somebody might've played with the subtleties.

I went inside to search for something, which can assist me with tracking down the actual killer. I could smell father's aroma everywhere; it's been days but I could still feel his presence. I was truly frightened from the tides of feelings I will feel when I go into in his room, yet I some way or another figured out how to stay cool as I was truly centered around tracking down something that can give me a head start. I began from one corner, and jumped onto the following, I held everything back at its place as it was father's room and I regarded all that he kept.

I saw our family photograph, where Cole and I were standing behind him and felt very embarrassed of suspecting Cole. I looked through the room but couldn't find anything apart from our photos and few archives.

I opened his locker and found some money, and a small box. I assume I found something useful when I opened it, I saw a pen drive and immediately embedded in the PC. I hope this leads me to the killer. I hope it's a valuable thing. It was a recording so I played it.

[ Lee is too imbecilic to even understand, that you are playing with him. Anyway, be careful with Cole, since he is generally alert and the best bodyguard one can at any point have. He could know the reality and attempt to kill you. Or on the other hand he might've even known about you as of now, he is a loyal bastard. Lee can never be aware of your actual intention, just use him until he's dead for good and take over everything.]

I heard somebody talking, I was unable to sort out who he was or the person he was addressing to. It just rose inquiries to me and I felt shit about myself. Whosoever the individual was, knew so much about Cole, he just talked about his steadfastness and his loyalty, and I was unable to feel any more regrettable than this. Who were they? What were they planning? Dad was aware of this?

This recording just befuddled me more than I previously was. I kept it in my pocket while going through the PC. I found the receipt of each and every instalment done by me or father, or the cash I got, then I opened some folder named 'J. S'. It just had the subtleties of father paying them, heaps of cash. The pattern wasn't organized all together or something, there was no proper date, he was being blackmailed, wasn't he? Who is this 'J. S'? Everything got really confounding, I could feel my mind whirling.

A tad and shut the PC when seen as nothing significant. Presently I needed to find the identity of these people, who is 'J. S', and the killers. As I was leaving the table, a pen moved down onto the floor and went under the table. I attempted to get it yet couldn't so I came on my all fours and expanded my arm, I felt something lying under the table and got it without grabbing the pen.

I saw a cute little hanky, with letter ‘C’ stamped on it. I was shocked as I knew it belonged to Cole. What was this doing here? Why is it in blood? I couldn’t move or utter a word and my body was dead. I closed the door behind me as I walked outside and rushed downstairs. I was furious and shouted Cole’s name.

“Cole? Cole……” I saw him running in my direction.

“Yes, sir.” He said and nodded before me.

“Where were you that night?” I grabbed his collar and lifted him in the air. He tried to break free but was too weak in front of me. All the other bodyguard were shocked as they never saw us fighting.

“Are you suspecting me?” He said and I saw disappointment in his eyes.

“Where were you? Don’t make me repeat myself.” I shouted while throwing him in some unknown direction. He stood up immediately.

“How could you?” He said as if he was innocent and I was a fool to question him.

“Everyone was the suspect; you are also one of them, just a mere bodyguard.” I said and he took his gun out.

“I should’ve died that night instead of Mr. Mathew, it would’ve felt good to see you fighting for me. I didn’t expect you will blame me.” He said as tears rolled down his eyes and he pointed the gun at his head.

“Why were you hiding near that pillar, what was your hanky doing in dad’s room. I don’t want to blame you……...” I said and he interrupted.

“But everything’s against me? I feel sorry for you. Mr. Lee, all these years of honesty and I got this in return. You should’ve just killed me before pointing out that finger of yours.” He said wiping his tears with his other hand.

I felt pitiable for being an ass however I can't help it, as I needed to track down the genuine killer, and everything constrained me to fault him. He put his finger on the trigger and I knew he won't stop, so I ran towards him and drove him away, he squeezed the trigger and the bullet passed inches away from his head and he rolled down on the floor. His injuries began bleeding as he fell and got canvassed in blood. I ran to pick him up and grabbed the weapon from his hands.

He snorted boisterously, and swayed my hand away, when I attempted to pick him up, I called two men and ordered them to take him to the doctor's lodge. I took all the weapons he used to hide behind his back, under his cuffs and socks so he can't commit this sort of absurdity once more.

My eyes wandered around and I saw Jordan peeping from the window, he had a miserable face and was disheartened in me as he told me Cole can't kill Mr. Mathew. In any case, I wasn't prepared to trust it. I cherished Cole a ton, yet in the event that he is the killer, I'm so screwed up. I ordered Shawn to lock him, when Cole's injury is dealt with. He was unable to say no however had the 'you're wrong' face.

Jordan went inside the room without taking a gander at me once more and I stood there briefly featuring at the window.

“I will fucking carve your eyes out if I find any one of you playing with evidence.” I shouted at everyone because I didn’t want to believe Cole was the killer and was just being framed.

I went upstairs towards my room, but was scared as now I had to face Jordan. So many things have happened and now either he will ask questions and blame me or will give me weird looks, I wasn’t ready for either of them. I opened the door, and sat down on my couch away from the bed where he was frowning.

“How? ---” he said and I interrupted knowing what he wanted to say.

“Could you do this? Right?” I said completing his sentence.

“Yes, then why?” He said and I had to get up. I strolled in his direction gradually without knowing the answers of his question.

“Because, I found his belongings in dad’s room.” I said while leaning onto him. I don’t know why I was behaving like this. My face was inches away from his’. He crawled on the bed getting away from me and I blocked him by putting my hands on his waist.

“Why... are you telling me this.” He said as things were uncomfortable for him and he couldn’t look in my eyes. I, however had no control on my emotions, not able to understand the language my heart was speaking.

“Because... I don’t expect anything from you.” I said locking his legs with mine. He was sweating and I could hear his heartbeat getting faster.

“Then... let me go.” He said and pushed me away. I got up and smirked.

“Oh! I didn’t say I don’t suspect you for her death. You will be punished.” I said while my hands reached out to grab some tissues and started wiping his forehead.

“Huh! I can understand what Cole is feeling. He is amazing, how he had to put up with an ass like you.” He said, I didn’t know if I got angry at him abusing me or praising Cole. My hands strangled his neck and he started choking.

“Don’t you dare…... I don’t remorse after killing people, don’t forget you are just a mere insect for me.” I said in anger, he wasn’t short or something, but had less strength compared to me, of course, I’m the fucking mafia.

“I… hate…. You.” He said with whatever air he had left and I loosened the grip. His breathing came back at the normal speed after a while and I saw blue and red marks on his neck. They weren’t new as the color was faded but felt like someone kissed him.

“Did someone kiss you?” I said while touching those marks. An unknown urge to kill that person rose inside of me. I wanted to know who that asshole is.

“What?” He said in shock and swayed my hand away from his neck.

“What is this? Is it Cole, or Clark?” I said and opened the camera of my phone, showing him the marks.

“The fuck, I got them when I tried to kill myself.” He said and tried to snatch my phone, I unknowingly pressed the video button and it started shooting us. I didn’t realize it for minutes and it had captured all our fighting moments.

“Fuck off, Lee. Let me see it clearly.” He said while trying to snatch it from my hands.

“You don’t need to, never mind if it’s not a love bite.” I said while trying to resist him and he climbed onto me. His body touched mine and there was no space left between us for the air to pass.

“Holy…...” I shouted when my eyes went towards my phone and quickly turned my phone off.

“What?” He asked and moved away from my body realizing he’s too close to me.

We fixed our clothes; the unfortunate kid didn't have the high ground in view of the chains. I was grinning inside and saw his face which was totally red. His eyes were meandering overall around my room and I followed. Then, at that point, he halted at one photograph and I saw Jasmine and I in a portrait. She was perched on a seat while I was standing behind her, we looked so blissful. I stood up from my bed and went outside without expressing a word.