Page 29 of Bedlam
Me: I need you brother.
Sliding the phone into the pocket of my hoodie, I climb out of the truck and walk through the dead leaves to Amelia’s grave. Sitting down on the wet grass, I lean against the cold stone and lay my head back as tears fall from my eyes.
“How did everything get so complicated Lia? One minute you were here, the next you’re gone.” I say into the night.
“So much has happened over the last year and I feel like I’m drowning. Spade is spiraling, Jameson is stuck under Dalton’s clutches and Jade’s gone. What the fuck do I do Lia? Please tell me what to do because, the way I see it right now, I have nothing to live for anymore. Death looks better than life itself, and just a few months ago I would’ve never said that.” I plead, praying for an answer that will never come.
“This cunt is pregnant with my babies. Twins. I don’t want them. I don’t want her. I don’t want to live anymore if this is how it’s going to be. I can't, I won't make it. I’ll never be the father those kids will need me to be. Not with that horrible woman by my side. I’ll end up being just like my father, and that's the last person I want to be.” I admit as the tears continue to stream down my face. Wiping them away, I take a deep breath, trying to settle my rapidly beating heart.
“It was never supposed to be like this. Never. Even if we never met Jade, and stayed under the grasp of The Aces, at least we would’ve had purpose and each other. This aint it, Lia. I can’t. I want out before I take my own life. I feel it coming everyday. The more I’m stuck in this contract, the more death calls to me.”I confess as the wind picks up whirling around me. My phone pings distracting me for a moment. Taking it out I see it’s Spade.
Opening the thread I read the message.
Spade: I need you too, Brother. Come to Jades.
Me: Be there in twenty.
Putting the phone back in my pocket, I stand up and take a deep breath.
“Thanks for listening, Lia. I miss you and I hope you guide me in the right direction. I’ll be back soon.” I promise, kissing my two fingers and laying them against her headstone.
Walking away, I see something shining in the distance and I walk over to see what the hell it is. As I get closer, the name becomes clearer, JOHN RIVERS. This is where Jade’s dad is buried. Right next to his headstone is a shimmering silver canister.
Bending down I pick it up, looking closer I see, FALLON RIVERS engraved on the metal. I swallow roughly as I stare at the jar with her birthdate and day of death engraved next to one another. My heart squeezes in my chest as tears drip down my face again. Placing the jar back where I found it, I take a step back refusing to say a word. She’s not in there. Notuntil I have proof. I spin and head for my car.
There has to be a better way, and if not. I’ll take Jade’s pistol and do the job myself.
twenty-one
Sweet Bourbon & Mistakes
The Stalker
Sitting at the bar waiting for my next task, I sip on top shelf bourbon, letting the amber liquid coat my throat. Thinking over the day I spent getting everything ready for Jameson’s transfer to Hillsboro Institute, I smile.
The plan is working and he doesn’t even know what’s coming next. Watching him under the influence of the new drug The Maker made was enthralling. The drug surpassed our expectations, but towards the end there was where we knew it had to be tweaked, and it wasn’t exactly ready to hit the streets. We don’t need soldiers completing missions, then killing themselves, or at least thinking they did because of the hallucinogens flowing within the formula.
After securing Jameson, Daddy took me back to his place and pleasured me like he’s never done before. Just thinking about it has my dick rock hard in my trousers.
I’ve been waiting here, as instructed, for the last hour which grates on my nerves. As much as I love to be rewarded for all my good deeds, I despise being an errand boy. I want to be high in ranking and I think I fucking deserve it.
So the next time I see Daddy, I’m going to demand more out of this. It should work in my favor if he wants to cum.What I would give to make him my bitch, just once.
Laughter at the far end of the bar takes me out of my fantasy and my eyes collide with long black curly hair and a red leather jacket.What the fuck?Taking a sip of my drink, I watch, trying to get a glimpse of her face to ensure I’m seeing who I think is someone that’s supposed to be fucking dead, considering I’m the one who killed her.
She throws her hair over her shoulders and tucks her lingering lock behind her ear causing me to swallow thickly. I narrow my eyes at the sight of Jade Rivers sitting across the bar talking to a few men and women.She’s supposed to be fucking dead.I don’t understand. When I left her, there was no heartbeat. I administered the drug to kill her. I did everything I was told to do.How the fuck is she here?I failed. I fucking failed. But I won’t a second time.
Taking my phone out I discreetly snap a photo and send it to Daddy.
Me: Attached Multimedia Image.
Me: Do you see what I see?
Almost immediately
Daddy: I thought I gave you specific instructions to kill her?
Me: You did and I executed them. I don’t know how the fuck she is alive right now.