Page 30 of Bedlam

Daddy: If anyone else gets wind of this, the outcome is not going to be good. I’m already on the outs with The Aces. I don’t need this coming back to me in ten folds.

Me: I understand. I’ll watch for now.

Daddy: Let me know when she moves. I need a clearer picture of the cunt.

Me: Yes, Daddy.

Daddy: Good Boy.

Placing the phone on the bar top, I continue to sip my drink as I watch her, laughing without a care in the world, sipping on a glass of red wine, flirting with the men in suits. I always knew she was a fucking whore.Once a biker slut, always a biker slut.

D’mitri always told me not to trust her, that she wasn’t shit. Just another pawn on the board. Then she and Jameson fucking killed him. That mother fucker will pay for killing one of the men I love. He’s been paying all these years I’ve watched him, killing women because he has mommy issues. I’ve never let it slip that I’ve known he’s ‘The Carver’, when I could’ve had him locked away for the rest of his life, but that would be too easy. I’d rather sit back and watch him suffer as he walks this Earth, taking all the things he loves away from him.

Then there is her. I’ve never had a problem with Jade until after she was returned from Ireland. I thought I was finally getting D’mitri for myself. He made all those promises that it would be us forever, but he had a dark obsession with Jade, and for what? I’ll never know, but we were supposed to kill her the night of her twenty-first birthday.

That’s what Daddy wanted. The ‘Kings’, as she calls them, failed. They fell for her, so it was up to me and D to get the job done, but I should’ve known Kayla would come in and save her friend, or did she just want to kill D’mitri? The verdict is still unknown on that front.

Giggling again takes me out of my thoughts of the past, bringing me back where I need to be. Jade gets up from the stool, saying goodbye to the idiots she surrounds herself with. Picking my phone up, I snap another picture and send it off to Daddy.

Me: She’s on the move. What do you want me to do?

Daddy: You know what to do. This time I want proof.

Me: Stand by.

Daddy: Make it bloody. Then meet me at the lakehouse. I’ll be waiting with your reward.

Me: Yes, Daddy.

Rising from my seat, I finish my drink and leave a hundo for the bartender. Exiting the bar, my adrenaline is pumping causing me to sweat a little as I follow her down the citysidewalk. The streets are empty this time of night in the business district. Party goers wouldn't step foot down here, so this is perfect.

The smell of fresh flowers and coconuts hits my nostrils causing them to flare. She makes a right turn down a dark alley and I keep a few paces back being as quiet as I possibly can. As I turn the corner, I slide my hands into a pair of black leather gloves and walk a little faster.

Reaching into my coat pocket, I retrieve my knife and twirl it through my fingers.

As I get closer to her, I can hear her humming a lullaby which is fucking odd, but okay.Stay focused Harrison. Keep your eyes on the prize.She suddenly stops when she drops her phone, bending down as it skids across the pavement.

I take this opportunity and pounce, wrapping my hand around her mouth from behind so she can’t scream. She thrashes in my hold as I spin her to face me. I want to see her face as I sink my knife into her stomach, twisting the metal with a smile plastered on my face.

Her green eyes widen as she looks at me but I don’t stop. I pull the knife out just to stab her again, this time higher. “You were supposed to be dead, biker cunt.” I spit, removing the knife from her gut and slamming it into her heart. Blood coats my gloved hands as tears stream down her face.

“You killed the only man I’ve ever loved. You took him from me, and for that, I take yours.” I growl as her body drops and convulses against me. I fall with her and squeeze her tighter, reveling in the feeling of her dying in my arms. I pull the knife from her chest and slowly drag it across her throat, “Daddy sends his regards, you dumb cunt. See you in hell, bitch,” I say, licking the tears from her face as blood covers my arms.

Dropping her to the ground like a rag doll, her eyes meet mine and I kneel as she reaches for me, slamming the knife into herforehead, feeling the crunch of her skull beneath my hands. Her body stills as I rise.

Looking down at her, I wipe the blood from my hands on my pants and retrieve my phone. Snapping a picture, I send it off as my proof the job is done.

Me: Job completed. Multimedia Image Attached.

Daddy: What did you do?!

Me: What do you mean? I did what you asked.

My phone rings and I immediately pick it up.

“Harrison, that's not her. What did you do?” Daddy growls down the line.

“W-what do you mean? That's fucking her!” I yell back.