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T W E N T Y T W O

~ A Woman Scorned ~
PT. 1
~ day 39 ~
• J O K E R •

Silence. For days, it's just been silence in my head and that's exactly what I've wanted. It blankets me in a warmth that only brings comfort. Satisfied. No longer paranoid. It's all I wanted. Complete and utter silence.

Yet, even the night was silent. Too silent. No cars blasting loud music, no honking from typical New York traffic, no drunk people yelling from the sidewalk. The silence was deafening and instead of voices in my head, all there was up there was an impending sense of doom.

I take a deep breath and roll my shoulders back as so to relieve some tension before looking over my shoulder as we walk down the hall. "You good Jonny? You're awfully quiet back there."

"I'm good, Boss. Something just feels off tonight. Maybe we should head back up to the hills? Catch up with them tomorrow morning?" he huffs, looking over his own shoulder. I quirk my brow, feeling that the paranoia was palpable, shared between just the two of us, but filling the hall up to the ceiling.

I stop just outside the penthouse door and turn to him completely. He stops, checking behind him one more time before looking at me again. "You? Paranoid?"

He doesn't answer as I pull the key out of my jacket pocket, seemingly stunned to silence as he looks down at the floor, eyes trailing up to the door. I follow his gaze to the floor as I feel a soft breeze sweep over my face, seeing moonlight pouring into the hallway from the slightly open front door.

We both glance at each other quickly before looking back at the door, not wanting to take our eyes off of it for too long. "So much for going back to the hills."

We both draw our weapons before gently pushing the door open, the tension in the air noticeable. The discomfort of unfamiliarity, the thick lucidity of not being alone. The air of the typically full and warm home, cold and disturbed.

I furrow my brow line as we step into the penthouse. Eerily quiet, again. We both stood still and quiet in the foyer, listening for any signs of life, but all I could hear was my heart beating loud in my ears. Frost takes careful steps forward, entering the kitchen before turning back to me and shaking his head. "Clear."

I glance around the penthouse one more time, before lowering my gun. "I'll check the balcony, you check upstairs."

He nods before turning to the stairs and heading up as I make my way to the balcony. I nudge open the curtains, letting the light from the city flood in. I look down at the floor, finding something that may have been a gift box or bag ripped to pieces and strewn about the balcony floor just as a red glittery ribbon and a few pieces of the gift box are lifted off the ground by the wind. The color combination and subtle fanfare was all too familiar, it made me sick to my stomach.

"Jonny, Harley has been here. Is Cheyenne up there?" I call as I walk towards the stairs, in somewhat of a panic. I don't wait for an answer and start making my way up, feeling the hair on the back of my head stand at attention at the silence coming from the top of the stairs. I'd almost be more comforted if there were some sign of commotion. "Frost?"

It isn't until I'm halfway down the hall that I feel cold steel press against the back of my head and Dahlia appears in front of me, feet a few inches off the ground and eyes pitch black.

"Keep your eyes on me if you wanna live, jefe" Dahlia sneers. I freeze, jaw clenched and ready to grab my gun from the holster until she speaks again. "And hands where I can see 'em, unless you want me in your head again. Now walk."

"What'd you do with Cheyenne? Are you working with Harley?" I growl, refusing to obey but all I get is another nudge along with the cocking of the pistol.