The untold tales

The Hunted And Haunted

One evening on a drinking spree with friends, I called her using my new number...... "I miss you Monica"... I really had to hear her voice.
"Joe, is that you, Jesus! Joe how could you do this to me, I told u I was getting attached, how could you go silent on me for that long?" she asked breathing heavily. I could tell she was almost crying.
I didn't have an answer to any of her questions.
"I hope to see you on Friday, I wasn't around. I will explain then" I stated as I hang up.
"shit, what have I done" I cursed after hanging up.
I had just broken one of the rules.,'After a mission, disappear like smoke with no trace'. I had just given Mónica an avenue to get to me.
I thought all was well, little did I know that my mistake would cost me.
James had managed to track down Monica and he convinced her to assist him bring me down. The only hiccup was that Monica didn't have a way to contact me. I had made sure that I remained just like an illusion, surreal like a dream.
Now I had unknowingly provided them with the missing link.

James's plan to avenge was well thought out from the beginning to execution. I was their problem nombre uno. I was the problem to a ragtag ring of human scum that included police officers, hit men, IT personnel, business men and foreigners. They even had their lawyers. I had outwitted them once. They couldn't let that go unpunished.
I thought I was up against James, man to man and it was clear that although he had outwitted me once, I had won the war. Little did I know the war was far from over.
This organization of human scum had perfected the art of obtaining money from unsuspecting people. The wheels and cogs of this underground society were lubricated by the fraudulently obtained money.

All along James knew Mónica and monica knew James though they hadn't been introduced formally.
Monica's silence and lack of interest on why James had given her the money hadn't bothered me. On her side, she thought it was business as usual. It wasn't the first time she had been instructed to go take money from one of her brother's friends. Ben was just a recruit, an easily shaken pawn in the bigger plan.

James managed to make Mónica believe that I am a dangerous con and that she would be doing justice in helping track me down.
They had met and agreed on how Monica would lure me into their trap where I would be arrested but in reality his intention was to have me killed.
On Friday afternoon, I called Monica. She sounded ecstatic to hear my voice.
We agreed to meet in town later on in the evening.
I was being monitored. Just like Delilah was to Samson and Briseis was to Achilles, Monica was going to be my bait and probably my downfall.
We met in town in the evening. We had alot to catch up on so we agreed to find a quiet room where we would have our time alone.
I bought a bottle of 12year old glenfiddich then we headed out.
We got a cheap room in the middle of town with a noisy pub downstairs. The noise would hopefully drown our lustful moans I had figured.
As soon as we got into the room, we couldn't keep our hands away from each other.
I took Mónica into a deep long kiss after I had secured the door.
I unfastened her trousers as I was embracing her. Kissed her passionately, fondling with her small breasts. I unbuttoned her white top to reveal a hot pink brassiere that matched her underwear. I was ready to maul her. I could feel my erect manhood pushing through my jeans.
She removed my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. There was a little resistance trying to get them off because of my now fully erect cock. I removed my shirt. She had managed to get my jeans off me. "I'm in charge today. You will be my slave" she whispered. "Yes my master". Like a fool, I responded.
She pushed my boxers down slightly so as to free my erect member. She knelt and took my cock in her hand and started stroking the shaft. Her soft hands felt magical. I felt she was more of my slave than my master.
She started planting little kisses on the tip of my cock. I was in another world. Just after she leaned forward to take it in her mouth, I heard a knock on the door.
She hesitated for a while.
The knock came again, In the heat of the moment my mind told me that it must have been some drunk who wandered off and came knocking on our door. He would soon go away. The knocking got incessant. I had to open.
Monica went to the bed and grabbed a sheet and wrapped it around herself. Our clothes were strewn all over the floor.
I went forward to open the door, Monica just stood in the middle of the room. "Joe?" she stretched her arm out. I looked back quizzically . "yes dear? ". "nothing, I just wanted to tell you that I love you and always will, no matter what happens. I'm sorry". I blushed off that statement. As strange as it was. I was near to hell horny. All I wanted was to quickly dismiss that drunk knocking on the door, then I can dive in bed with Monica. My body was yearning for her.
I unlocked the door but just before I could peep to see who it was. The door was kicked in, smashing into my face as I went down on the ground in pain. My erection miraculously disappeared. My defense was activated.
A tall man rushed in and locked the door. He was clean shaved with a snap back cap on his head, safariboot shoes, a pair of jeans and a heavy jacket. All dull colors. I knew shit had hit the fan. This is not any Tom, dick or harry.
He can't be dressed this way by accident, he must be concealing something. Still on the ground I looked at Monica, she had the look of concern and recognition on her face. She was not wailing, she was just staring at this stranger.
She had to have something to do with this.
I sprang up, I have always known the first cut is always the deepest. I wasn't going to die on my knees.
I took him by surprise as my three fingers landed on his throat. He bowed in pain, exposing a gun tucked on his waist.
It was time to take hostage before he regained composure.
I quickly went forward and took Monica using her as a shield.
He straightened himself and started coughing.
"sasa unafikiria ukijishikilia msichana sitakushona?" He asked. The fucker must be a cop. That language. "kushona" is slang for shooting used by cops.
"Toka Monica, tuonane na hii ndume" he barked.
She had sold me out. He knew her by name, so it was something that was well planned.
Monica couldn't fight my grip. She just stood there panting, my arm was firmly on her neck.
There was no way he could have known where we were. I never stay in one place, I'm always careful. It's never easy to track me. I use two phones, blackphone and blackberry.
It dawned on me that Monica had set me up, this rogue cop must have tracked me using her phone.
My Delilah, my arm was on her throat. I would only need three seconds to snap her neck.
I didn't have time to ask why. He bent down and grabbed Monica's top and trousers from the floor and started tearing them.
He pushed his hand down on his left side and removed a revolver. I knew his mission was not to take me alive. The government phased out revolvers a long time ago.
He pointed the revolver at us.
"I'm not a fool to come near you Joe, I know you are a trained man, but there are a million ways to skin a cat, or two". He calmly stated.
That got me by surprise. How did he know that I'm a trained man. I have never revealed it to anyone not even Monica.
He steadied the gun, pointing it more towards Monica.
He pulled the hammer back, I heard the first click and knew it was half cocked. I had to find an exit before the second click. Hardly before I thought of an opening I heard the second click. His finger shifted to the trigger. Before he could squeeze the trigger, he removed a Jericho pistol from his belt. He held it on the left hand.
Then it hit me, he wanted to turn the gun against Monica. He would use the revolver to finish Mónica and then shoot me using the Jericho. There would be no loose ends. Dead men tell no tales. There was no way to reason with this Irrational, bloodthirsty, deranged hit man.
You can never trust girls this age. They can sell out in a minute, not to the highest bidder but to any bidder. Monica was a liability. He would eliminate Monica using the revolver and then eliminate me using his Jericho which had the kp number on it. Then frame me. Place the murder weapon(revolver) on my cold dead hands.
It would be reported either I tried to rape Monica and she resisted or i was a jealous boyfriend. Love gone sour. This twat would emerge as the hero who gunned down down a most wanted, military trained criminal. I wasn't going to let that happen, not without a fight.
I assessed the room. There was light coming from behind me.. That opening was going to be my ticket.
The window behind me didn't have guard grilling.
I let Monica go in a split of a second and I dived for the window.
I hit the window and jumped from the balcony to the next building. Before the shattering glass could settle, I was already out. I was only in boxers and a vest. My feet were my only saviors.
I accessed the stairs and started ascending as fast as I could.
In a blink of an eye I was outside, running like crazy.
People assumed I was a mad person, some cheered me on. I was running away from an unseen ghost or chasing the wind. Some laughed at me. It's not a usual scenario to see a man half naked, running around in town.
I had left my phone, money and clothes in that room. I had gone in expecting pleasure but unfortunately I had to flee in pain and flight.
I had a back up plan.
Photos of Alice, James's wife and her lover were securely saved on my laptop and some more on Google cloud.
I ran all the way to Grogan, I have a friend who works there. It would be easy to get some clothes and some cash from him.
I was in luck. I got a dirty apron and some cash. He also allowed me to use his android phone to retrieve David's phone number.