Sinister [Jason McCann]

Seventeen

Jason’s POV --

 

The phone rings.

 

I wait patiently, tapping my desk with the small straw I use to snort cocaine. Scarlett and Ace stand before my desk, sitting down on the two arm chairs while Brody stood in between them; eyes glued to his phone. I glance over everyone and they all seemed to be running out of as much patience as I was. To keep interest in this call, I grab the cigarette burning in my ashtray and place it in between my lips, taking a long drag to somehow buy back some patience.

 

“Hello?” A voice finally comes in through the speaker on the phone.

 

“Joel, it’s Jason.” I say and a rush of smoke follows the words I speak. I hold the cigarette comfortably in between my index and middle finger and wait for his response. When he doesn’t say anything I shake my head slowly and peer up at Ace who gestures with his hand the sign of a gun beside his temple, he imitates the act of pulling the trigger and then acts as if his head as been blown off. I smirk and nod my head, “I’m guessing you’re not ready to pay up?”

 

“I just need a little more time.” He didn’t hesitate to speak now, “I have bills to pay too.”

 

“I don’t give a fuck about your damn bills.” I hunch forward so I was closer to the phone, my voice darkened with anger and disgust. “You better have that money by the time I show up at your house.”

 

“Please,” It sickened me to hear someone beg. I wanted to vomit. “Just give me a little more time.”

 

I look at Ace, Scarlett, and Brody. They each shake their heads and I couldn’t agree more. This motherfucker had all the time he needed and if I do recall correctly, I’m pretty sure I gave him an extra two weeks. I don’t believe in third chances, you better be grateful that I was nice enough to give you a second chance in the first place. It’s his fault for making a deal with the devil and now I’m about to escort this bitch to hell.

 

“You know what,” I purse my lips and sit back in my seat, spinning it around once. “You got three more days. Think you’ll have it by then?”

 

“I’m sure I can.” His voice gave away how relieved he felt with my sudden act of kindness.

 

“Good.” I say sternly, stopping the chair once I faced the phone again. “Get your shit together and make the money because on the third day, I’m not fucking around anymore.”

 

“I’ll have the money.” He reassures me, probably nodding like a bobble head. “Thank you.”

 

“Whatever.” I retort and end the call by pressing down on the receiver.

 

I cast my attention on the others and they each stare at me with a bamboozled expression.

 

“I’m killing him tonight.” I confess and they all sigh with relief. They probably thought I was growing soft for the man and his kids. “Saying that will just leave his guard down. It can happen tonight or tomorrow. It’s my pick.”