I Can't Own You? (BOOK 1)

76 (NEW)

SYDNEY

So I guess it's just me handling the boy. Well, young man. An old enough guy to know right from wrong. James is right with choosing to take the asshole out. He stole a small amount of money...but still it's the principle of the thing-a hit at manhood...at strength.

Strength.

James needs rest. He's a walking corpse. Must be the medicine...and the lack of interaction. Brie and I are his only company, people who aren't enough for any type of easing.

Karen did cheat, and it broke him, but sometimes you must look past the bad in someone and accept them when needed. Plus, she's radiant...statuesque. It's no wonder he wifed that. A sight for sore eyes can help him feel so much better...having someone you love around you. That kind of bond is a lethal distraction from pain. Only if the boss would let her out of the west wing.

The beautiful home is too lifeless.

Anna is away. I can't imagine how Karen feels.

I hop into a white Road Ranger. Chilly winds blow hard enough to cause alarm for a tornado. If one took place right now, in winter, I wouldn't be amazed. At least the snow got washed away with rain...for now.

I turn the key in the ignition, glad that the pavements are clear, the drive would be smooth. No telling how the condition of the outskirts of the states will be.

The city of New York shimmers when I cross into the main expressway. Many cars roll out of the city. Laying out miles on dark, clear streets. "Call Frank." I use voice command, as the street lights above slither over the windows.

"Calling Frank." My car responds, rings trill the car.

I glance above at tall electrical cords holding lights of white. The moon in the sky, the clouds, all summing up to a nice view. It'll be even prettier in the south where stars explode a cleaner sky.

Frank picks up. "Yeah."

"I'm on my way, keep your distance until I arrive."

"Too late, I'm already down the road from an native reservation they ran to."

"Keep your distance!" I swerve my whip to the curves of the hectic roads.

Frank gives a mumbling sound, a retort. "Last time I checked, you're not James."

"I'm keeping his order; you were out of line running that guy over. He isn't the target."

"If you were in my place, you would've done the same!" He snaps.

I picture his red-haired ass, wishing that the harsh penetration I focus on him would kill him. If only. "Keep your fucking distance or things will get worse. That's an order!" I shout, mimicking my general major Dawson, from my time in the forces. I hang up before he can reply, setting a power move.

"Fuck...the target is at a reservation...this just keeps getting good." I'm not in the mood to shoot up natives. The Chris guy will have to be lured from the location.

But how??

The glowing roads ahead jet into a blur as I rake my mind.

FRANK

Keep my distance...who the fuck does he think he is?! Get that military mentality in check!! And has the nerve to hang up on me! Forcing the last word. James has told me nothing...for all I know, he's lying. Even if he' isn't...this is personal now.

I'm in need of seeing that asshole limping like the piece of shit he is. My eyes watch a long, single road leading to the reservation from a rental car, a light blue, two-door. No other cars are around, so to seem less suspicious, I parked within woods. Covered by enough hanging leaves to be invisible to onlookers, but have the ability to see anyone who left or entered the place.

Three chiefs are posted at the sign, guarding it in brown uniforms.

No guns.

Hmm...it has to be them being show-offs, not flashing any weapons, the bunch must know how to fight and disarm.

Getting in may be difficult. There's one way out, and no telling how many bodies. I'll need backup. Like it or not, this feud with Syd has to end. For now. It's unprofessional...his tone implied that I was in the wrong. Being tested by a gay son of a bitch would've ticked him off as well.

How he blew the kiss at me...as if it's a healthy thing to do. Homosexuals need treatment and inversion camps. If left unchecked, they'll try to make a man who is straight uncomfortable and prejudice.

The world can change the Bible all they want...gays go to hell. They're sinners, all of the fucking LGBTQ bullshit is a sin.

If I weren't in a car, I would've spat on the ground in fury.

Rot in hell!!

Burn to ashes!

Or gain natural, mental balance back!

At least I was able to hurt the guy...to hear the car scrape and crack his bone, and thud his body hard to the ground. To drive off, leaving him bleeding. God was taking too long to punish him, so I intervened.

I should have killed him.

Yeah.

Maybe the reason Syd is coming is to end the target. If so, let me get the other one. Now that alone will make this boring stakeout worth it.

I watch the chiefs chat away by the entrance, my eyes stinging with anticipation.

I need to do something.

What if I start without Syd? That'll show him up. James would be impressed that I overthrew his right-hand bitch. I'd get promoted. Come on, do it, get the guns out the back and scope out the place!

My mind gives a prep talk, building up a rebellion, giving an answer to my boredom.

I get out of the car, leaving the door ajar and popping the trunk.

This has to be done right...when the targets are least expecting it. If I go into that reservation, they'll be ready...they have been ready for days. I'll be outnumbered...there could be hundreds of threats in there.

From the trunk, I wrap a duffle bag over my shoulder, hearing clanking metal that belongs to an ak47 machine gun and a sniper rifle.