Mad World (Gone Editing)

Chapter 21

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Elliot's POV

OTW by Khalid feat 6lack and Ty Dollar $ign

We quickly retrieved the rest of Eleanor's things, even with Yellow blabbing on, Blue had been right; I did want to kill her. And her vague threats on Corinna's life had me fingering the trigger on my dart gun.

Putting her to sleep and carrying for the rest of the mission would have been preferable to listening to her spout bullshit.

Once we secured the artifacts, I hot-wired the van and we made our getaway. As I drove calmly away from the garage, a myriad of cop cars sped passed us. I parked the van with the artifacts in the pre-determined drop off spot and then the 3 of us went our separate ways. I hoped we never had to work together again. That woman could test the patience of a blasted saint.

A few hours after arriving back home in Wolf Lake, I received a notification stating that a deposit had hit my account.

I thought after just a high profile contract, the company would leave me alone for a while. Imagine my surprise when three days later a manila envelope showed up on my porch. As soon as I had the phone in my hand it rang.

"Black," I said.

"Hello, Mr. Black," Jac said in a cheery voice.

"Jac, what can I do for you?"

I heard shuffling on the other side.

"Something interesting just came across the boards. I know you just came off of that job for E, but this is easy money," Jac said. "And I think you'll enjoy it!"

That caught my attention.

"I'm listening," I said.

"Mr. Johnson is looking for a bodyguard for his daughter," she said.

"Okay..."

"A bit dull, are you? His daughter is Corinna Johnson."

Inna... My heart stopped.

It didn't faze me that the company took a contract to protect Corinna while still holding the contract on her life. It was all money to them. We were just tools that kept money flowing in.

If we died, they just found someone to replace us. If we become too much of a liability, we die, they replace us. The same was more or less true for the many clients who employed the company to do their dirty work.

"Hello? Hello? Black, are you there," Jac's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, I'm here. When do I start? "

A week later I was on a plane to Wisconsin. The company had chartered a private jet so that I could bring along my tools. George was staying with Adam and Tracey, much to her dismay, until I could figure out how long term this arrangement was going to be.

When I exited the terminal, a man holding a sign that read Mr. Black was waiting for me. He took my bags and led me to a black limo. It wasn't easy pretending not to be impressed by it all. There was gold trim and thread throughout the back area. I found myself feeling out of place among the crystal champagne flutes, expensive leather and fancy alcohol even though all of those things I could afford now. Expensive tastes were not something I'd grown up with and even now I wasn't really comfortable around this level of wealth.