Chapter 15
Here goes nothing. I've been forced into going on a mission with the boys, I've been given an address of the place and be told what to do.
It's not like I want to do it, but after Mr. Alex(my biological dad) threatened me with the address of my house and said he'll get my mom in no time I'd to comply. I'm doing it for the woman he said she'll never come to rescue to me.
I'm only using it as part of my survival.
“You look lovely.” Jaxton compliments me, as I step down from the stairs. I'm only putting on a ragged-short black jeans, a White crop top and black leather jacket. And a black sneakers shoe. I found them in the wardrobe.
I ignore him and head to the car parked Infront of the building. I put on a brave, strong face. Even thoughy inside is crying like crazy.
I enter inside the car. The new guy (Sam) is the driver, Killian is sitting Infront. While Brandon is sitting behind with me. The door open and Jaxton slides his self in.
Jaxton hands me a gun, mid-way on the road.
“What am I using them for?”
“To kill. You're going to be killing tonight.” he urge for me to collect the gun.
“I don't understand any of this. I'm just going to kill someone, just like that, without him/her committing a crime?”
“That's the whole point of this mission, or else you want to get punishment for failing.”
“We are almost there.” Sam announces, mainly to me.
“You've got no time.” Jaxton removed nods me again. I collect the gun from him together with bullets. He tells me the parts of gun and how to use them.
“And what are y'all going to do?” I ask.
“We are going to watch you kill, with pleasure.” beads of sweat forms on my head. It's chilly cold but it's all hot in here.
…
“Fire the shit you bitch!” Killian yells at me. Since we arrived here, I've been holding the gun tightly, pointing it to the old lady pleading for her dare life. And the boys kept saying this same words to me for the thousandth time, I think.
I've been pleading to myself and the wall not to do such thing. I've never killed before and I can't start now, bit now, not ever. But I can't escape it because it's not a dream. A dream, where I'll wake up to my mom yelling and Carmela stepping into my room.
“Goddamn you Jazzlyn. You've blown our cover for the past thirty minutes. And God help you this woman hasn't informed the police.” Brandon says.
“C'mon sweetheart. Do it.” Jaxton says, softly.
“Please—I can't do this” I plea, my hands shaking and tears slipping down my eyes as I close them shut.
“Please don't do it.” the old lady pleas on her knees.
“I can't. I can't.” I sniff out.
“Jazzlyn baby, do it.”
“We are running the hell out of time.”
“Fuck!”
“I can't do it!” I scream out.
“Give me that.” Sam snatches the gun from my grip and shoots the lady twice. One shot on her head and the other one her chest.
She lies on her own pool of blood, her eyes looking horrified and open. The sight sends chills down my spine.
“Easy pizzy.” Sam whistles, and walks pass me.
