KILLER

Chapter Thirteen

"Some things cannot change,"

I lied there, staring at the ceiling, feeling the tears well up in my eyes. The entire house was pitch black, the furniture covered, boxes pushed away to the side.

Mack dropped me off here, it was close to 1am, everything around me quiet. She was able to stitch me up, giving me a few muscle relaxers.

I sat on the living room floor, a bottle of Jack Daniels in front of me, now half empty. I was thankful the kid was safe, I couldn't take care of myself, how am I suppose to keep this kid alive.

I could barely keep myself alive.

After I finished the bottle, I stood to my feet, my phone going off. I grabbed my gun off the table, tucking it in the band of my pants in my back.

I grabbed my phone, answering it quickly, "He's followed you, he knows where you are. You have to run." The voice snaps, causing me to frown.

"Ace Jefferson?" I questioned, looking around the house. A small sense of déjà vu hitting me.

I made my way to all the windows, peaking out through the curtains that still covered them. I glanced out around the dark street.

"He has men watching you. Their heading to your family home." He says, before mumbling something to someone next to him.

I brought a hand down my face, sucking in a deep breath, "I can handle it." I slurred out, hanging up on him.

He calls back a few times, every time I sent him straight to voice mail, getting myself together before leaving the house. Slamming the door shut behind me before walking down the dark sidewalk.

I could feel eyes on me but didn't know where they were coming from, or perhaps I was seeing things from all the alcohol I've consumed.

My heart was racing in my chest, knowing fully well that the men after me were sent by Clive. He wasn't a man to do his own dirty work, only a few times.

He was a dead man to me.

I couldn't wait for the day I could put Aaron Clyde in a body bag.

My pace quickened and I took a sharp turn down another street, feeling my paranoia grow. They could be anywhere, sitting in their cars watching me or just walking by.

I couldn't just tell them apart from other people. They blended in so they could take me by surprise.

My fingers twitched by sides when two cars started speeding my way. I look back to the car closest to me, I noticed a man hanging out of the passenger window, a gun in his hand aimed directly at me.

He goes to fire when I was tackled down to the ground, a huge body covering mine. I wanted to scream out, trying desperately to reach for my gun but the man was literally on top of me.

Shielding me from the flying bullets around us, his chest was hard, leaning against mine. Keeping me close to the ground, out of sight.

Grumbling out, I shove at him, moving around in time to see the second car crash into the first one, causing the car to swerve around in circles, the man in the passenger side dropped his gun from the impact.

They drove off, and I watched as the second car parked by the side of the road.

The man moved from on top of me, moving away fast, shielding his face from me. I lied there on the ground, my body aching.