Jason III

As he watched the pathetic bride walking into the church of another's person's wedding, Jason couldn't resist the sight of her knees quivering. She looked like she was struggling with each step she took.

"Sir, should I go?" The driver asked.

But he was focused on the pathetic bride. Watching her gripped her wedding gown tightly, made him scoffed piteously.

"Why come here if you don't want to?" He muttered to himself.

His attention was suddenly divided when he saw a familiar face. It was the same man at the hotel. The man was holding the five year hold girl, and along side was a pretty blonde, she seemed like she was in her thirties. The man's hand was wrapped around her waist. 

"What is this?" He muttered again to himself as he kept thinking that it was too much of a coincidence.

"Sorry Sir, I didn't get what you said." The driver said to him turning his head in ninety degrees as he tried to look at Jason who was seated at the back seat of the car looking suspiciously through the car's window.

"ssshh" Jason halt him from saying anything further.

He unlatched the door of the car and went out. Slamming the door he placed a set of extra bullets at the side of his pants then he covered it up with his long coat which he buttoned down.

"Now let's see what this mother fucker has come here to do." He yap as he walked towards the church slowly behind the pathetic woman who was still struggling with her feet.

His eyes followed the man as he watched him walked up the stairs and took a seat at the second floor of the church, directly opposite the alter. From whilst the man was sitting, he could portray a good view of the priest and the couple.

Jason sighed, and his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the loud noise of a rod hitting the ground. Before he grasped a hint of what was happening, his feet moved faster than his brain.

He found himself right behind the pathetic bride who was one sec away from gracing the audience with the stupidest sight ever of a bride stomping the ground at another's bride wedding.

His hands caught her and she fell on his chest. Her sudden unalarmed weight on Jason's chest felt like a blow from a WWWE wrestling champion. 

"Ouch" He mourned and he shut his eyes trying to eat up the pain.

In a minute, he felt his body temperature instantly change, like a bodyweight was dumped on him, and a pleasant smell of a fragrance not known to him blessed his nostrils. When he opened his eyes he saw the pathetic bride totally leaning on him giving him a warm embrace. 

"The fuck." He cried out in his heart.

An embrace never felt that good to him, or perhaps it was because he couldn't remember the last time he had one.

His life had always been a mess. Striving hard to survive and maintain his reputation wasn't something that was easy on his part. But what could he do, his life choose him. If he were to have choose the kind of life he wanted, the kind of family he would have loved to be born in-he would gladly picked a poor family and never ever try to become rich, not even an inch famous like he was now.

"Shhhsssp Sir, Sir." His driver's voice signaled him. He took a quick glance behind him and he saw his driver raising his brows at him in a travesty manner.

Only then did he realized that the pathetic bride was still leaning on him. He gripped her arms tightly and furrowed his brows. His thoughts wingle as he wondered if he was a mattress.

"Get off." He said in a low soft tone. Jason was amazed by how soft his tone were, different from the way he felt and certainly doesn't represent the look on his face.

'What's wrong with me' He thought as he sighed and helped the pathetic bride stand on her feet.

"Thanks" She whispered.

Her voice sounded like the sweet low tone mimicking voice of a background singer in a slow tone American songs popularly called r&b.

It was pleasing to his ears, and Jason wished he could hear her say it again. He shut his eyes as he savored the beautiful sound of her voice which was long said and gone.

 His ears kept twitching to a long faded voice which graced it with an unusual pleasing sound. Suddenly he felt someone's tapped him on his shoulder, when he looked at the person, it was a girl who looked like she just partook in a long race.

There were beads of sweats formed on her forehead, her long straight hair was all soaky and dripping sweats, and the young woman looked distressed. 

Jason's eyes couldn't miss the striking resemblance between the young woman and the pathetic bride. 'Surely, they must be related' He thought as he squinted his eyes at her, waiting for her reason for disturbing him.

"Where is she?" The young woman asked him, with no much thinking he knew it would definitely be the pathetic bride she was enquiring about.

He looked around and found the pathetic bride walking straight to the alter, then he pointed at her and glanced at the woman.

"Oh no, I don't think this is a good idea." The woman complained.

Jason looked away and his eyes drifted towards the bride.

"Not really a good idea." He muttered to himself amazed at how the pathetic bride was stomping her foot against the ground ready to cause a scene.

Suddenly he felt a bullet pierced through his skin, his eyes widened as he glutched down his saliva, trying to touch the injured area.

He slowly bent down and when his hand felt the pain, it was his left foot. He bit his lower lips. Then he opened his eyes and glared at the man upstairs.

"Bastard" He muttered looking at the man.

The man had a sly smile on his face, as he secretly and careful fixed his gun for another shooting round.

Jason tried to move away but he was still stuck in same position.

"Fuck., oh fuck" He groaned in pains as he hit his knees. His eyes travelled to the man's and he saw the man excitedly pointed his gun at him ready to pull the trigger.