Ride Or Die

Objective:Kill Jason McCann

Objective: Kill Jason McCann

"Help with what exactly?" Amusement flew to his face once more as he wiped his mouth with a napkin.
I stared him down hard at the other end of the table, "I want to help you take out Jason." I spoke the words that the man nearly begged to hear, but they were also the words that broke me in half. Even considering that he wanted for me to say it out loud, didn't exactly mean he was gonna agree with it. With a shake of the head firmly, "No," was all he said.

By this point it was me with pleading eyes, "I want to."
"And why is that?"
"He killed my father," I growled.
I supposed that was the end of the conversation because not moments later, the man was up and walking out of the room. I sighed, slumping down into my chair at the now empty table. Branson was being fed in a different room and would be held in a separate room now too. Despite the fact that I haven't eaten in days, I still couldn't force down any food. The thought of it made me sick to my stomach.

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"I hate him," I kept reminding myself, more like trying to convince myself.
The door opening caught me off guard, making me jump off the bed and grab the ends of my shirt nervously as a larger sized man shuffled through the opening, "Jonathan would like to meet with you." His voice was dark and cold as he grabbed my arm, causing me to stumble out the doorway with him and down several different halls until we finally got into a room where I was shoved in and the door was closed. I muttered a few curse words under my breath before the chair turned revealing the man I had sat with at dinner only hours ago, "Ah, Paisley, so happy you decided to join me."
"Decided?" I scoffed with my eyes brows raised, glancing back at the door I was just thrown through.
He held up his hand as if signalling me to shut up, "I thought about what you said earlier and decided to make a meet with you." I folded my arms over my chest only to walk over and sit in a not so comfortable chair across the table from Jonathan, "I'm listening." He seemed thrilled by my sudden interest in the conversation. "I'm not sure if you have the abilities to join my team, what makes you so worthy?" I nearly gasped at his question as if he didn't know I had an aim to kill 10 birds with 10 bullets, hitting all directly in the tiny heart not to mention the fighting skills to take down four guys all five times buffer than me. "We know why I'm worthy," I rolled my eyes to the side as if it was obvious.
He chuckled lowly before folding his hands over his stomach and leaning back in his chair, not dropping the eye contact with me even once, "Here's the plan..."

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By this time tomorrow I would be on my way home, I mean to the warehouse. My mission was simply, make everything feel like it was back to normal and the chance I get when he is least expecting it, take Jason out. My objective was to kill Jason McCann. The Jason McCann's blood would be on my hands just as my father's was on his. Who would have thought that the first man I killed would be one whom I once thought I loved. I was disgusted with myself at the thought, no one could love a monster. Branson would be staying here with Jonathan where I was ensured he would be taken care of until my mission was complete, that is if my mission was successful. If it wasn't, I didn't want to think of the alternative. My motive was the death of my father and to kill the man who killed him. Not to mention my younger brother's life now rode on this assignment as well.

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