Lay it on the Line : Prodigal book one

Chapter Twenty

Chapter 20

The rain broke through the dark sky and poured down on the Black lifted Ford truck. JJ sat outside the congressman's house waiting patiently. He had drove two hours in the dead of night to where the man lived. Now sitting, watching, and waiting, JJ knew this path was not going to be easy. His brother and mother deserved justice, or revenge or whatever you wanted to call it. JJ had nothing left to lose. The day before his mother flat out told him it was his fault Sean was dead. If JJ wouldn't have been a police officer, then Sean wouldn't have followed in his big brother's footsteps. If JJ would have not acted like a fool with Sean, they would have been on the same shift and Sean would still be alive. With his mother blaming him, JJ blaming himself, and this trash pretty much getting off, JJ snapped.

His cold calculating eyes watched the door to the house, running different plans and scenarios in his head. He was even prepared to die tonight, but not before that lowlife congressman ate a bullet. No amount of money could save the congressman now. JJ shook his leg nervously trying to figure out which plan to go with.

"It was something that you should have been thought out and planned weeks or months in advance" He talked to himself. A part of JJ, along with his mother, had lost it.

"but I don't have weeks or months. Only this short window of time, here and now to carry out the execution." he answered himself.

"you could have waited to get him in the courtroom in front of everyone", JJ huffed.

"No, no boondocks saints style, I want this personal, between me and him." JJ shushed his demons and slipped his Glock in his off-duty holster. He then reached over to grab his sawed-off shotgun along with some shells. Singing to himself as he placed the shells inside the gun, JJ cocked the gun and then put a hand full of shells into his pockets. He then opened the door to his truck and hopped down.

The rain was coming down so hard he was soaked by the time he closed the door. JJ made his way slowly up the driveway. The whole time singing lowly to subdue the voices in his head. The Cajun had been watching all night and he noticed that the man was alone. He also did his research. The congressman was divorced, so there would be no innocent people inside. No one but the man and his bodyguards. The same ones who pulled the trigger on his brother no doubt.

The faint orange glow from the window let him know the bastard was up. "Good" He rambled in between lyrics to bad company. JJ wanted him awake for the whole experience. JJ wanted the congressman to look him straight in the eyes before blowing his head off.

Demons run when a good man goes to war, that is what JJ remembered hearing his aunt telling them this one time. Those same demons that should have ran whispered in JJ's ear helping him go through with his plan. His aunt Claire praised the boys for taking up the badge and protecting and serving, but JJ failed at protecting. It took a certain person to be a police officer. Someone willing to run into the danger while others flee, but that same person can snap after being put through so much.

A person can only withstand so much weight before they fold and break, and this is exactly what this Cajun did. Most would go to therapy, or seek counseling, or even God, but JJ wanted justice. JJ had nothing left to lose. He had lost everything, so why not go out with a bang. He was certain one of them was going to die, either the congressman, or himself trying to take out the congressman. He really didn't plan for anything afterwards.

JJ knew he would be branded as a criminal. An outlaw, but to get in the right mindset, JJ looked at it as Like the old westerns he used to watch with his grandfather. He was the gunman swooping in to take out the crooked villain, or at least that is how he saw it. It was against the law now, and JJ was in the wrong, but certain extreme measures had to be taken for this man to be brought to justice.