Chapter 20
“It's Sam. Big daddy wants to see you.” another beat skips.
“Give me a minute.” I hear him hum. I quickly dress, ready for my next plan and I pray it works.
Where's Killian by the way?
I check the room for confirmation. I take the key out of its hold and hold it tightly behind before I half open the door, that reveals Sam.
“You ready?”
“Sure.” I step out of the room.
“I heard loud screams here, was Jaxton with you?”
“Yes.” I nod. “He is at the balcony if you want to see him.” I suggest.
“Yeah. Give me a minute.” he steps inside, I watch till he goes farther in before I slam the door shut and lock it.
I hear footsteps and loud banging on the door.
“Open the door you bitch! What the hell do you think you're doing?” he yells. I ignore him and head downstairs.
I walk into the bar he usually use to be, and like always, he's sitting down on one of his favourite sofa, sipping an alcoholic drink from his glass cup.
“Have a seat.” he offers me and I reluctantly sit down across from him.
“Want a drink?” he Wiggles his glass for me.
“I don't drink.” I flatly say.
“I forgot you didn't take that side of me.” he chuckles and sets the glass cup on the glass table.
He keeps reminding every single time he calls for me that his dirty blood, runs in my vein.
“How did they mission go?” he coo's.
“Fine as usual.” I smile and rest my back on the back-rest of the sofa.
“I don't believe you, but I'd still like to ask the kid when he comes back from wherever. Sam was meant to bring you here.”
I frown.
I'm running out of time, and I have to do what I have to do now, or I'm missing my chance.
“Is that all you called me for?” I snarl.
“Yes my dear.” he smiles.
“Now it's my turn. I have good news and bad news, you pick one.” This time I smile wider.
He frowns. “What do you mean good news and bad news?”
“Just choose, let's see if you'll smile wider tonight.” it's a challenge.
“The good news is, I'll be escaping tonight.” I dig my hand behind my waist band and hold the gun handle, and slowly dragging it out. A deep frown settles on his face.
“And the bad news is what?” he asks, relaxed. But I can hear a hint of fear.
My lips curves into a smile. “Two of your boys are resting in hell.” I bring out my gun fully and point it at him, and so does he.
This is so—not going too end well. I should have thought about this part.
“You think you can just escape so easily kid?” he laughs. “Okay, even if you eventually end up getting at all of us, do you think you'll be able to escape so freely. I mean look at you, you're too young to understand anything, the fact that you're far away from home. You're in Wilmington kid, your mom can't drive all the way from Petersburg to get you out of here. I have tons of friends here and if they find out something is off you won't make it quarter way out of here.”
