In Need of You

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Jonah ran his fingers over the glossy picture of Sabrina he took a while back while taking a swig of whiskey from his favorite shot glass. He shook his head as he smiled. This woman, he thought, was the epitome of the devil himself, yet somehow her eyes, her lips, and her hips and thighs compelled him. He sat back in his seat, still holding the picture between his thumb and index finger. "You're the one that ruined me."

Jonah placed his glass on the end table next to him and ripped the paper in two. He reached for his cellphone and dialed Daniel's number. He had to get rid of her, and Ava failed at that. The bitch only had one simple job to do and she fucked up. That's why he hated working with women. They could never do shit right the first time. Telling them one thing ended in the opposite result, Jonah thought. All they were good for were lying on their backs. At least they got that right half the time. 

The phone ringed until the voicemail answered. Daniel normally answered on the second ring he thought. Yet, he could have been with his daughter who sold him out for a black woman over his nurturing money. She was stupid like her mother. The phone immediately buzzed in his hand. "You were supposed to call me ten minutes ago. What happened?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Brysen," Daniel said. "I had to meet with two new clients concerning their accounts."

Jonah sighed. "Whatever. Have you been in contact with Ava lately?"

"Not recently," he responded. "The last time she spoke to me was when she went to go meet a friend of hers. Apparently, he had gotten arrested."

"So, now she's got better things to do than what I'm paying her for?"

"Mr. Brysen, I'm telling you what I know. She didn't go into detail about what happened."

"She's your sister for God's sake--"

"--Half-sister, Mr. Brysen," Daniel spoke. "I don't keep up with her crap like you do."

Jonah smiled, then chuckled. "That's right," he said. "When you grow up in the lower east-end of Kentfield, you're only able to seconds and thirds, and many of those are sloppy."

"Listen, I didn't call you back to be ridiculed by a bored rich asshole who has nothing else better to do than harass his son's girlfriend," Daniel hissed. 

Jonah laughed aloud. Daniel sounded as pathetic as he looked. No wonder why Amber always made him her errand boy. With no backbone and surely no balls to toughen him up, Daniel was nothing but a little boy trying to be a grown man. "You are what you are, Daniel. You're a product of your environment that hides behind new money and small power. Still, you are valuable," he said. "But if you ever try to retaliate against me, I'll make your ass pay for it. Do you understand?"

"I understand, sir," Daniel said, ending the call abruptly. 

Jonah looked at the phone and tossed it onto the ottoman in front of him. He scoffed. The weak had no place amongst the powerful. The world wasn't meant to handle such travesties. But what the world didn't need, though, were vile women who their lustful and vindictive mannerisms to get any and everything they wanted. Sabrina Ellis was the queen of that, he thought. 

Rising from the couch, he noticed his phone moving about on the ottoman as it buzzed. Jonah glanced at, noticing another devil calling him. Ava Richards. 

"This better be some good news," Jonah said, answering the phone. 

"Well, hello to you too," Ava responded. "Who spilled your coffee?"

"Stop playing with me woman."

"Fine. Sabrina is out of the hospital and back home."

"Wow, what wonderful news," Jonah said, sarcastically.