We Meet Again (Sequel to Without You)

It's Time

I splash cold water on my face. I haven't been able to sleep all night. I've been tossing and turning, trying to catch a single second of sleep. Alas, sleep is not in my fate. I exit the bathroom and take a quick glance at the wall calendar. Again. Harry set out early today. I don't know if it was because of my constant fidgeting, or because he wants to be over-efficient. Poor Harry, he didn't even complain or scold me for moving so much last night. Even though, I know that he could barely sleep due to me. My eyes find their way to the calendar again. I don't know what I'm trying to accomplish by looking at the calendar again and again. Maybe I'm hoping that the day and date will change. Maybe some sort of a miracle will occur. I shake my head at my own foolish thoughts. If miracles did happen, I wouldn't be in this position. Sighing, I tie my hair into a tight bun. Reggie has said that I should reach the hotel by ten. His men will be monitoring Harry's movements, and will call him the minute the van leaves the warehouse. As I slip on a tank top, my eyes turn towards the calendar again. Tuesday. Tuesday. Tuesday. It's Tuesday, and you can do nothing about it. I close my eyes and inhale a deep breath. Everything will be fine. Harry will wear the bullet proof jacket, and that's why he won't get injured when I shoot him. He will be fine. This has been my mantra since the day Reggie told me that I need to shoot Harry. I try to distract myself by turning on the television, and putting on a music channel. I stare at it for a few seconds. God, this is not helping. Frustrated, I slam the remote against the table, and the batteries come out. In turn, this frustrates me even more.
"Bullet proof jacket," I murmur. I'm losing it. I'm going insane. This is ridiculous. Today's the day that I'll be getting Darcy back. I smile at the thought. At least, something good is happening today. Hastily, I wear my shorts, and slip on my sneakers. My phone starts to ring on the bed.
"Hello," I say. I know it's Reggie, thanks to the caller id.
"Hon, where are you? We need to leave." Reggie says, irritably.
"I'm coming. I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
"Okay, bye." Reggie cuts the call. Gosh, he's irritating and impatient. Is it a hard and fast rule that whoever is a gangster has to be impatient?
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"Finally!" Reggie says, the minute I enter his suite. He, and a bunch of other men, are lounging around, looking highly bored. "The queen is finally here. Let's go!" Rolling my eyes, I turn back toward the door, followed closely by Reggie, and his men.
"Do I have to do this?" I ask Reggie, as we head towards the elevator.
"If you want your beloved Harry to live, then yes. Otherwise, I'm cool with killing him." Reggie says, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. "A bullet in the head, heart, or...mouth."
"Shut up!" I say, cringing at the thought of Reggie placing a gun on any part of Harry's body. Reggie has no soul, and no conscience. I don't understand such people. How can he kill, or find pleasure in killing another?
"Babe, you started it." Reggie wraps his arm around my shoulders, smirking. I shrug it off, scowling at him.
"Don't touch me." I say, through gritted teeth. He raises his hands up as if to surrender. "Let's not interact, okay? It'll make all of this," I wave my hand between him and me, "Much easier."
"Whatever you say, babe," Reggie says. I want to slap that cheeky smirk off his face. When we reach Reggie's car, he opens the door for me, and motions for me to enter. If I didn't know him, I'd actually think that he is a real gentleman. Once we're all seated, the guy sitting behind the wheel, speeds out of the hotel's driveway, and onto the busy road. Suddenly, Reggie's phone interrupts the calm in the car.
"Hello!" Reggie snaps. Wow, he's always mad. I tune Reggie's voice out, and lean my head against the window. My palms have started to sweat again. I don't know what I'm doing, and I hope that Harry has fulfilled his promise, and is wearing a bullet proof jacket. Out of the blue, Reggie places his cold hand on my thigh. I look at it, then him, raising my eyebrow.
"You've got great legs, Mus. No wonder Harry likes to sleep with you." Reggie says, his eyes trailing down my body shamelessly. I smack his hand, and he removes it.
"Shut the fuck up. I don't want to hear you say anything," I say.
"I'm sure you have a lot of great things all over your body, hmm?"
"Are you deaf?"
"No."
"Then why the hell don't you understand what I'm saying. Keep your hands to yourself, and your mouth tightly shut." I say, breathing in deeply to keep my cool.
"Feisty! You're pulling me in with everything that you do." I ignore Reggie and unlock my phone. I go through the photos of Harry and I, smiling to myself every time I see him grinning like a clown. Harry's definitely a clown, but he's my clown.
"We're here!" Reggie sings. I look up to find us in front of a huge warehouse that seems vacant. There's nobody outside, no cars...nothing.
"There's nobody here," I say. Reggie smiles, shaking his head.
"Babe, people like Harry, and myself, are great at what we do. We don't leave clues behind and we know how to cover our tracks. Even if a bomb explodes in there," Reggie points toward the warehouse. "You won't hear a thing." I scoff, rolling my eyes at Reggie's high regard for himself.
"Agree to disagree. I bet that there's no one in there." As if on cue, the warehouse doors open, and a car comes out. It's a black Mercedes, with tinted windows. It's followed by a white Prado, that is followed by a white Corolla. Wow, that's a lot of cars. Next, a white van, with tinted windows comes out. Just as I think that the van is the last of the cars, another Prado comes out of the warehouse. Behind the Prado, the warehouse doors shut, and all of those cars speed toward the main road.
"Let's go!" Reggie says, and I feel my heart rate speeding up. It's time!