BLAINEI DIDN'T bother knocking as I strode into Jordan's office, Abigeal following behind me. “We have a problem.” I said curtly, then stopped short.Melanie was standing at Jordan's desk and turned to look at me over her shoulder. She smiled. “Hi, Blaine. I haven't seen you in a while.”I swallowed and forced a bright smile. Melanie is my best friend's girlfriend who was once mine. Hehe complicated right?“Mel, hey.” I crossed the room to hug her, trying hard not to breathe in her scent or to be too aware of her hands on my back.Get it together. She's marrying your best friend.When I released her, her hazel eyes slid over my shoulder to rest on Abigeal. I cleared my throat. “Right. This is my new bodyguard, Abigeal Starr. Abigeal, meet Jordan's fiance Melanie.” I concluded the introductions.Abigeal nodded once in Melanie's direction. “It’s a pleasure.” Her face said anything but.Melanie smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. “Congrats on your new position. You'll love B
ABIGEALI WALKED around the house, studying the space before giving an approving nod. “This should do. Not small or big enough to raise suspicion, and the furniture doesn't look brand new.” I concluded.“About time. I was starting to think we were house hunting for you and not me.” My target muttered from where he stood, arms folded and leaning against one wall. My eyes drifted to his biceps before I took my gaze away.He had been a lot more irritable since our conversation in the car, and hadn't smiled at me once. I preferred it that way, like being under shade after staying in the sun for too long.“Do you think anyone would believe you lived in a cottage-type house? Or the one big enough to be a hotel? This is more suitable for a single rich guy who thinks he's living the life," I said.“I am living the life.” He retorted and I barely withheld a scoff. “Either way, it's perfect.”There was a moment of silence then he spoke.“Why do you hate me?”His question had me looking in his
ABIGEALTHE NEXT few days passed uneventfully, if uneventful involved discovering a bug in my target’s car or spotting multiple tails whenever we drove to the house. I mostly kept to my room except when he was at the office, then I hung out with his secretary Chris, bored out of my mind. I desperately wished for activity.Activity came just after midnight four days after we set the trap. I was sitting up in bed cleaning my daggers when I heard the soft clicks of a lock being picked.I smiled to myself as I sheathed the knives under my baggy sleep shirt and padded barefoot to the door. I waited until they got the front door open then left my room quietly.The lights were off and visibility was aided only by the lights from the lamp posts outside coming in through the windows.My eyes adjusted to the darkness quickly enough to see the shadows moving fast towards the staircase, halted only by the dagger I threw at one of them.His yell, a mixture of surprise and pain, drew the attention
ABIGEALI WAS a soldier. And being a soldier, I’ve had to do a lot of things I wasn’t proud of. And as a result of this, I didn’t have much of a moral compass. Everyone did what they had to do to survive, and I didn’t judge.Prostitution? Go ahead, it’s your body.Drug trafficking? Someone’s gotta sell it.Bribery? Let’s blame the government for paying the workers peanuts.But the kind of people who involved children in their deeds? Those ones deserved to die.I stood in silence beside where Blaine knelt, watching the paper quiver in his hands. He traced one shaking finger along the handprint before he stood up. The look in his eyes was wild and I suddenly felt a slight pity for whoever had been stupid enough to do this.I heard a car stop and seconds later, Jordan came in. “Where are they?” He demanded.My target wordlessly handed him the note. Other than a slight widening of his eyes, there was no shift in Jordan’s expression.“We’ll kill them all.” He said. Melanie came running in
ABIGEALWHEN JORDAN and my target entered the house, Melanie and I were sitting in the living area. She was sucking on a juice box with her legs tucked up beneath her. Jordan immediately crossed the room to her and swept his eyes over her body searching for injuries. She smiled at him and he tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ears, looking into her eyes with an unreadable expression. It felt like I was intruding on a private moment, so I looked away.My eyes were drawn to Blaine and I frowned. He looked like he had been through the wringer. His hair was messy like he'd been running his hands through it and his blue eyes weren't as vibrant as usual. He took one look at Jordan and Melanie then sat down on the sofa beside me. I tried not to focus on the warmth of his nearness.“Progress?” Jordan asked, fixing his cold green eyes on me, but Melanie spoke up with a sinister smile. “Oh there's progress alright. Give Abigeal a minute to write it all up.”“Done.” I spoke, passing
BLAINEWHEN ABIGEAL stepped out dressed in all black, form fitting clothes and combat boots, I had to remind myself to look away and focused instead on something at the corner of the room. What was wrong with me? My family had been taken, and the dominant thought in my head was how good a woman looked in leather.I surprise myself sometimes.Guilt ate at me as I watched her sling a bag onto her shoulders, followed by a sudden fear that I might never see her again, along with Aunt Esme and the rest.I made to walk up to her, but Jordan beat me to it. He handed her the address he'd found off the car GPS and whispered something in her ear.Her expression didn't change, but I knew whatever he said couldn't have been pleasant.I walked up to her when he left and smiled. “I'd hug you, but you'd probably punch me in the face.” I said, attempting a light hearted tone.She looked at me, and I thanked my self preservation instincts that I hadn't actually hugged her, even though I still felt li
ABIGEALTHE HALLWAY was dimly lit, which provided a bit of cover as I crept through. I noticed sounds emanating from some rooms- laughter, voices raised in argument, two people fucking- while others were silent and not because they were empty. I concluded that the more important places had been fortified with soundproofing, and an idea came to my head. I found the two men who had dragged the boy out of the room. They were strapping him to a chair in front of a camera mounted on a tripod. The boy was looking with terrified eyes at the table next to him which held lots of sharp instruments and even a saw. I rolled my shoulders and stepped into the doorway. They immediately looked my way, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Who are you?”“Jacques sent me to help.” I said casually, walking further into the room. They straightened; one of them discreetly reached for his weapon. “He didn't tell us he was sending anybody," one of them said. I shrugged. “I guess he didn't think either of you m
BLAINETHE LAST time I was this anxious was junior school prom. I'd asked out the prettiest girl in my class and she'd said yes, but everyone knew she'd had a crush on Jordan for the longest time so I was afraid she wouldn't show. Jordan had shown zero interest in her or the prom, and I thought she wouldn't come because he wasn't coming. Nervousness, sweaty hands, the whole deal.Tia Gabriela had taken me by the shoulders, looked me in the eye and told me that if the girl didn't show up, she was the one missing out not me and I shouldn't let my happiness depend on someone else. The anxiety faded soon after that. The girl did show up, and we had a blast, and ended up dating till senior year.Now I was wearing a path into the floor with all my pacing, looking out the window or checking my phone at intervals. Melanie was tracking me with worried eyes but I could sense Jordan getting increasingly irritated with every turn I made. I ignored him; it wasn't his family on the line. I was p
ABIGEAL“NO WAY. No freaking way.” Melanie said, looking incredulous after Jordan revealed the name of the person who was behind this. “How the fuck did Steven Gustavo get this amount of resources in such a short time? Are you sure it's the same Steven we're talking about? It's a pretty common name.”“I'm sure. Jacques was ready to tell me anything I wanted to know, including his mother's address and the password to her safe by the way, after I- well, after I did certain things.” Jordan replied.“Anyone care to fill us in?” Blaine called out, gesturing to himself and me with a slightly irritated expression. The same kind he got anything Melanie and Jordan got too wrapped up in themselves around him. Melanie turned to him with her brow furrowed. “Early last year some guy came barging into Jordan's office saying how Jordan ruined his life. Apparently, Jordan bought his family owned company with the consent of his three brothers but not his, and Jordan demoted Steven from CEO to superv
ABIGEALJACQUES OPENED his eyes, blinked once, twice, then looked up, focusing on the four of us looking down at him. “Are you quite sure he’s the one?” Melanie asked with an eyebrow raised, drawing his attention to her. “I know he doesn’t look like much, but yeah he is.” I replied. His eyes swiveled to me and darkened in anger. “You bitch.” He made to come at me, then looked at the ropes binding his arms to the bed. He looked at me again, this time in alarm. “What did you do to me, you stupid whore?’ He yelled.“You might want to watch your language. You’re the one tied down and helpless, not her.” Blaine said casually. Jacques halted his struggles, and slowly looked in Blaine’s direction. His eyes widened, and the way he’d struggled before was nothing compared to the way he squirmed now. The bed shook as he wriggled and strained against his bonds, breathing hard. Wow. Blaine had only said two sentences, and he was acting like there was a gun aimed at his head. “You have some
ABIGEAL“YOU'RE DONE.” Jacques smiled at me in triumph. “Didn't I tell you I wasn't going to let you go?” He said, tugging the boy he held in a vice grip closer to himself and pressing the gun tighter against his temple. The boy didn't look frightened though. He stared at me in accusation. “You promised you would protect us. Why do you make promises you can't keep?I kept my gun aimed at Jacques even as my arms trembled from exhaustion and sweat poured down my forehead. “I kept my promise to you.” This is a dream. This is a dream. This is a dream.“What about your promise to me, Abby?” The voice was different, no longer that of a small boy. I looked at him and my heart gave a painful thud. “Zeke," I breathed.But this Zeke looked different. He glared at me, his face twisted with anger and hate. “You said you'd never let anything happen to me. Why did you lie? Why did you let me die?”“Zeke, no. I never meant for this to happen. I would trade my life for yours in a heartbeat, you
ABIGEALAS SOON as the car stopped in Blaine's driveway, I spotted the little heads peeking from the window and started to reconsider this whole thing. Blaine noticed my tension and chuckled. “Relax. They don't bite. Talk you to death, maybe, but they don't bite.”“Either way I'm dead.”He considered. “Yes, but you agreed to this. Too late to back out.” He said cheerfully and excited the vehicle, coming around to open the door for me. I put the crutches down and leaned on them to get out of the car. I'd vehemently refused to be confined to a wheelchair. At least this way, I still got to walk. Kind of.I'd hardly gotten to the door before it opened and the women came out. Esme smiled at me but I watched as her eyes swept over me in sorrow. “Welcome.” She said softly, taking my bag from Blaine and carrying it into the house. I stepped in, wincing at the splashes of colour everywhere.He waved his hand, gesturing to the whole place. “Well, mi casa su casa and all that.” He said with a
ABIGEALJORDAN CAME in as Blaine was laughing his ass off. He took one look at my neutral expression and his best friend almost falling off the bed and deadpanned, “I don't even want to know.”My eye twitched. Now Jordan thought I was a party to Blaine's madness, when in truth I'd been staring at him in horrified silence. All I did that set him off was make a comment about peeing. How was he so sure I wasn't serious? I mean, of course I wasn't, but how could he know.The Chief Financial Officer of one of the biggest corporations, laughing at a pee joke.It was a strange world.Melanie came in after Jordan, looking equally unsurprised. “Hi, Abigeal. How are you feeling?” She asked, walking over to place a Tupperware on my bedside table. “Hospital food's crap. I brought you something from the house.”“Thank you.”Blaine had stopped laughing and was wiping his eyes. Jordan closed the door, drew the blinds and walked to the centre of the room. “Now that you're up, let's talk busin
ABIGEAL“I DON'T feel good about this, Abby.” Zeke's brown eyes shone with worry as he fell into step beside me.I smiled. “It's going to be fine. We just need to do what we were told to and we'll be out of here.”He bit his lip and looked around. “It seems awfully quiet.”“Hey.” I pulled his attention back to me. “I'm here, okay? I promise I won't let anything happen to you.”Zeke smiled at me, and I smiled back. This was how it was meant to be, my brother and I having each other's backs. Forever and always.But something wasn't quite right. Zeke's image started to waver, like a reflection on water when it was disturbed. I frowned. “Zeke?”Then the scene changed. I could feel the heat from the flames, from the explosion we'd narrowly escaped. I was running, running, yet I never seemed to get far enough. The smoke was in my lungs, choking me until I couldn't breathe.“Zeke, get out of there!”“I can't!”My eyes flew open and I rolled until I hit the floor on my hands and knees, cough
BLAINETHE LAST time I was this anxious was junior school prom. I'd asked out the prettiest girl in my class and she'd said yes, but everyone knew she'd had a crush on Jordan for the longest time so I was afraid she wouldn't show. Jordan had shown zero interest in her or the prom, and I thought she wouldn't come because he wasn't coming. Nervousness, sweaty hands, the whole deal.Tia Gabriela had taken me by the shoulders, looked me in the eye and told me that if the girl didn't show up, she was the one missing out not me and I shouldn't let my happiness depend on someone else. The anxiety faded soon after that. The girl did show up, and we had a blast, and ended up dating till senior year.Now I was wearing a path into the floor with all my pacing, looking out the window or checking my phone at intervals. Melanie was tracking me with worried eyes but I could sense Jordan getting increasingly irritated with every turn I made. I ignored him; it wasn't his family on the line. I was p
ABIGEALTHE HALLWAY was dimly lit, which provided a bit of cover as I crept through. I noticed sounds emanating from some rooms- laughter, voices raised in argument, two people fucking- while others were silent and not because they were empty. I concluded that the more important places had been fortified with soundproofing, and an idea came to my head. I found the two men who had dragged the boy out of the room. They were strapping him to a chair in front of a camera mounted on a tripod. The boy was looking with terrified eyes at the table next to him which held lots of sharp instruments and even a saw. I rolled my shoulders and stepped into the doorway. They immediately looked my way, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Who are you?”“Jacques sent me to help.” I said casually, walking further into the room. They straightened; one of them discreetly reached for his weapon. “He didn't tell us he was sending anybody," one of them said. I shrugged. “I guess he didn't think either of you m
BLAINEWHEN ABIGEAL stepped out dressed in all black, form fitting clothes and combat boots, I had to remind myself to look away and focused instead on something at the corner of the room. What was wrong with me? My family had been taken, and the dominant thought in my head was how good a woman looked in leather.I surprise myself sometimes.Guilt ate at me as I watched her sling a bag onto her shoulders, followed by a sudden fear that I might never see her again, along with Aunt Esme and the rest.I made to walk up to her, but Jordan beat me to it. He handed her the address he'd found off the car GPS and whispered something in her ear.Her expression didn't change, but I knew whatever he said couldn't have been pleasant.I walked up to her when he left and smiled. “I'd hug you, but you'd probably punch me in the face.” I said, attempting a light hearted tone.She looked at me, and I thanked my self preservation instincts that I hadn't actually hugged her, even though I still felt li