Free - Jonah Marais

Chapter 2

Jonah

"Mr Frantzich? Mr Pearce wants to see you boys." Becca hesitated as she spoke, her words obviously shaky and nervous. I could never understand why she was so scared of us but, I brushed it off like always.

"Thank you, Becca. I told you that Marais was fine by the way." Approaching the door where she stood, Becca watched my every step, turning to make her way back down the winding hallway once I got too close for comfort.

I made my way to the main room, taking my time as I did, before occupying the final empty seat on the sofa. Looking at the others I creased my eyebrows together in confusion, hoping that they would know what was going on.

"Bout time!" The loud booming voice echoed through the hallway as Pearce walked into the room, seemingly tired of waiting. "Listen here boys... this isn't the formal meeting that it probably should be but, we have received intel that the Black Pythons are planning an onslaught. In other words, the Black Pythons are planning an attack, in direct opposition to the truce. So, we have to stop them from putting their plan in to action."

I rolled my eyes, immediately angering Pearce as he glanced at our faces, his eyes halting once they landed on mine. "Do you even have a fucking plan? You know since you're trying to take control again! You know you haven't got any fucking power over us anymore Pearce!" Raising my voice, I allow a glare to rest on my face anticipating his response to be just as over the top in volume.

"Stop, Jonah!" The unexpected, blunt command coming from Jack, sat beside me. "Just fucking hear him out. Or would you rather be on the receiving end of an attack?" I knew he was right but, I still didn't want to keep having to take orders from Pearce. No matter how much he knew, Pearce was a retired old man. A twisted, retired old man.

"Yes Jonah, I do have a plan." His voice a low but harsh, bitter tone as he speaks through gritted teeth. "The Black Pythons are having a meeting today at their headquarters. We are going to be ending that meeting in a rather abrupt manner. More specifically... you are going to be ending that meeting in a rather abrupt manner." His voice calms as he straightens the material of his shirt with a swipe of his hand before tugging at the collar of the unsightly leather jacket that was obviously too small.

After listening to the plan, the boys and I ran down the hallway to our individual rooms, grabbing our stuff before racing out to the cars. Our plan had to be carried out immediately if we were going to have any chance at successfully intruding on their meeting.

I have to admit; I have never been so excited to carry out one of that bastards plans. What we were about to carry out was a delightfully exquisite plan that made me feel like maybe snapping at Pearce earlier was the wrong thing to do. I wasn't regretting my attitude towards him though.

Pulling up at the Black Pythons' headquarters, the boys and I gave each other knowing glances before getting out. Immediately strapping our guns to our legs for easy access, I gave them all the signal to go in. Some of our men had already made their way in ahead of us to clear the way.

Making our way through the building, we came across a hallway that was completely pitch black. "This way!" I absconded around the corner, waving them around to follow me. I knew roughly where I was going because of the truce meetings but, we generally tried to avoid having the meetings at the HQ's in order to provide a level playing field.

Coming to a stop we stood in front of a door that was fairly average sized compared to the space provided for it. Hoping that there was at least someone still waiting in the room, I kicked the door down with copious force.

Stepping into the room, the others pushed their way in, looking around with disappointment and frustration washing over my face. There was absolutely no one here. Everyone had gotten out.

The boys all walked forward a little, Zach, the youngest of us, turning around, his mouth opening as if words were about to leave his lips before I felt a sharp, harsh kick to the small of my back. Falling to the ground in agony, I looked up from where my head had collided with the ground. That's when I spotted her. That ignorant bitch known as Jordan Whittle. She was why we were here, and I wasn't about to let her best us.

Watching the others fight her, I was disgraced by the sight of her taking them down. None of them had even thought to take their guns out at her. Jordan Whittle was completely defenceless so long as they pulled a gun on her. As the others started colliding with the ground, Zach was left to fend her off. Nothing held against Zach, but I knew I only had limited time to take her down myself before we were all toasted marshmallows held over an open flame for too long.

Getting to my feet, Jordan too distracted by Zach to notice, I made my way over to her, pain radiating from the point she had hit with her boot. Giving Zach a small nod from behind Jordan, I reached my hand out to grab the pressure point on her neck. Watching with relief, Jordan's body falling limp almost immediately to the ground with no hassle.

"Get up you fucking idiots!" I raised my voice, shaking my head at the wailing fools laying on the ground. "None of you thought to get your fucking guns out?! They're attached to your legs! She would have been hopeless!" I rolled my eyes, taking in a deep breath before lifting her up off the ground and carrying her out to one of the remaining cars.

Arriving back at the house, I got out of the car not even bothering to stop by the other car that had been following with Jordan inside. The boys would be able to take care of her. I went inside without a second thought, heading to the 'relief room' before calling in one of the many girls that shared the bedrooms nearby.

Why couldn't I stopthinking about her fucking face? Sure, Jordan was fucking hot, but she was atotal bitch that everyone fucking hated. I could even tell that her own fatherdidn't care much for her. The only reason Tyson Whittle pretends to care somuch is because she's one of his precious possessions.