The Devil is Marvelous

Chapter 33

-Jaxon's POV-

Monday, October 15th

I'd be lying if I said Ava's story didn't fuck me up.

We sat outside for about an hour Saturday evening. Ava shared her past with me while I listened. She got choked up a couple of times, so I did my best to comfort her. I held her in my arms, wiping away her tears.

When Ava told me what that creep Wesley tried to do to her my mind went to dark places. I wanted to hunt down his repulsive ass, cut up his body and let him slowly bleed out. I vowed that if I ever came across him someday, i'd make him wish he were never born. I would kill him.

For Ava to see her mom suffer and pass from cancer, even if they didn't have the best relationship... I couldn't imagine how shitty that must have been. On top of that, losing her brother and her mom within the span of a month, hell, i'd go fucking insane.

Nathan...He was killed by his gang because he defied them, because he refused to kill his sister, so they shot him dead.

That shit fucked me up, and just confirmed that Ava could never find out about my gang. For one. God forbid we ever got caught up in a situation as her and her brother... I couldn't let that happen. Ava could never find out about the Crimson Blaze, and they could never find out about her.

"Dude, get with it, you're going to piss of boss man."

Rogue was giving me the side eye when I snapped back to reality. It was Monday night, and Rogue and I were awaiting our nightly assignment. The whole evening I kept zoning out because all I could think about was Ava. I hadn't seen her much during the day, only at lunch and in fifth period. After school I went right to football practice, then a team dinner at Jet's. I left right from his place to go to work.

The whole day I thought about Ava. I hadn't expected her to tell me as much as she did, and all I wanted to do was make sure she was okay. She hadn't returned any of my calls on Sunday, and I was worried that she was upset.

"My boys!" the boss greeted. He was alone for once, no bodyguard, no women. Rogue and I straightened up, making eye contact, keeping our expressions as blank as possible.

"Let's get right down to business, shall we?" the boss handed Rogue a folder. He opened it, holding the papers up for me to see. There was a man by the last name of Devonshire, age 45, and thankfully a resident of LA so we didn't have to travel far.

"You two know the drill, get my money back or break his hands"

"Yes sir" Rogue and I responded simultaneously.

"In fact" the boss said slowly, his signature shark grin widening, "This guy has been a pain in my ass for years now. If he gives you any push back whatsoever...kill him."

Kill him?

I didn't dare glance at Rogue, but I knew he was probably just as stunned as I was. I've been on this job for a while now, but I had never been ordered kill someone. What the hell have we gotten ourselves into...

"Some news before you two leave, I'm giving most of the members the rest of the week off, that's including you boys. I have another...business trip to attend in Las Vegas, so i'll be gone until next Monday. Not to worry though, there will be steady work for a while after this, so enjoy the time off while you can. Now skat."

We nodded, leaving as quickly as possible. Once outside, I hopped right onto my bike, motioning for Rogue to follow me. We drove right to the man's address, parking at the end of the street he lived on.

"Kill the guy? I can't fucking kill someone" Rogue whisper-screamed as we crept down the neighborhood. We past by a fire hydrant and threw his foot into it. "DAMN HIM, WE'RE FUCKING 17!"