A Contract Tainted With Royal Blood.

Chapter Eighteen Official Member

Chapter Eighteen

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Jesses POV-

Not knowing why I was crying in the arms of a killer I just tried ignoring the fact that I just killed someone. It was me or them... But would Cameron really pull the trigger? Would he really shoot me?

"You just killed someone" I felt Cameron's smirk rise on the side of my cheek.

Sickly I looked at him and then pushed him off me. He just stood there staring at me with that sickened look on his face. I stared him right in his eyes. But that exactly what he wanted so I decided to look at the ground thinking about what I just did.

"It was you or them Jesse... Never, regret a kill..." He took a step closer and took two fingers setting them on the side of my face making me look at him. "Cause if you don't kill them first... Your gonna be the one the one dead..." I tried looking away but he kept pulling my head towards him. Eventually he grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. "But I wouldn't let anyone kill you... Or would I?" He sickly laughed and let go of my face. Slowly he walked away into the house leaving me stand there.

Turning my head, I looked over at the man I shot in the face. I was left alone, there were no guards, Cameron was in the house. And I was left with a dead body... Maybe this guy has something on him I could use to escape... But wouldn't that be grave robbing? Or well... Stealing?

Confused I slowly kneeled down in front of the man. I closed my eyes as I flipped him into his back. Slowly I opened my one eye while checking over his body. Surprisingly I found five bullets in his left pocket. I smiled and looked around. Quickly I shoved them in my pocket and picked up the gun I dropped after I shot the man. I shoved the gun in the front of my left side in my pants. I checked the man for any other things I could have used. There was nothing else he could have had that was going to be useful.

So I just sat there staring at the man I just stole from and killed. I felt so ashamed. My mother, the fucking queen, would be so upset with me. As well as my father. Their 'prince', the one who is supposed to be pure when in a royal family, just killed and innocent man and then stole off of his corpse. How fucked up is that?

I slumped back on my knees and covered my face in shame wiping the distilled tears off my face. Grass crunched under the guards feet as they came towards me. I noticed that my back was towards them. Quickly I looked up and pulled the gun from the front of my side and briefly loaded the gun with only two of the bullets. The guards came closer to me by the second. Quickly I snapped the mag into the gun and stood up pointing the gun right at the guards head.

My face was flat and I stared at them with the eyes of death. They both stood there and looked at me. A hint of fear in their eyes. I smirked and pulled the trigger. Once I shot the first I shot the second. Both making the bullets into their head. I only made both those shots because of the distance between us. Otherwise I would have missed.

Suddenly I came to my senses. "Oh no! No!" I put my hands over my mouth accidentally bathing the gun on my lip. I pulled my hand away from my mouth and threw the gun. "W-what's wrong with me!"

"Nothing." I whipped my head around to see Cameron standing there with his hands behind his back and a devilish smile.

"What did you do to me!" I yelled at him.

"I didn't do anything... I just held a empty gun to your side as you held a loaded gun to a poor mans head."

"You sick bastard!" I lunged at him quickly.

He swayed his body to the side. I fell to the ground and picked myself up on my knees. I turned toward him and stared him strait in the eyes. "Good, look at me when I tell you this." He mocked me. "You just killed two guards... Completely, on your own." He smiled sickly. "Showed them who was boss right away when you pulled that gun to their head." He circled me as I started to break down slowly. "Felt good... Didn't it?" He held his hands behind his back. "To be in control for once hmmmm?" He stopped in front of me and bent down. "To actually be the one who has the gun and to be the one to point t at someone else's head rather then your own." Cameron grabbed me by my chin. "Still wish you would have pulled the trigger Jesse?"

"Yes!"

He laughed. "Then you would have already..." He stood up and continued to slowly circle me again. "You had bullets. You had the chance to shoot yourself... But you... Oh you... You, shot the guards." He laughed some more.

"I should have shot myself."

"The only problem with that Jesse is that you want to live. You want all this to happen. You want the satisfaction of being in control of something for once. That's why you want this..." I sat up and sat on my feet while my hands slightly curled in my lap. "I hope you don't think I'm stupid. I was just like you. I wanted this so bad but acted like I didn't because I didn't want people to think I was mad."

"Liar!" I yelled at him without moving slightly picking at my fingers.

"Am I?" He taunted me.

"Fuck off!"

"Oh, but I already do." He admitted. "I know you do to Jesse."

"Shut up..." I said aloud.
"I know this turns you on."
"Shut up..."
"I know you think this is hot."
"Shut. Up."
"You fuck yourself every night because of me."
"Shut up!"
"But that's just because you want me that bad."
"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!" I screamed at him standing up and getting in his face.

"You want me yet baby?"

I stood there in front of him my nose slightly twitching. I felt like punching him for saying those things to me... But they were true. Why would I punch him for being right.

"Fuck you." I spat in his face.

"I like it when you play hard to get." He admitted.

Quickly I turned and walked away so I wouldn't do anything I would regret.

"Hey Jesse..." Cameron said to me. I stopped walking and turned my head towards him without moving my body. "I'll see you later tonight." He smirked.