John hurried after Sara, who was almost sprinting, weaving her way between and around shoppers in the mall. They beeline for the cloth section where two of Lucy’s men stood guard, imitating the security personnels in the mall. “What’s wrong?” John asked Sara. “I don’t know what to make of it,” Sara led John into the building. Police officers were moving around, taping a section of the cloth line with their yellow tape to keep off visitors. John’s heartbeat increased, fearing the worst had happened to Rita. “Excuse me,” one officer said. “You can’t be here. This is a crime scene,” “No, you don’t understand. I rushed to get my friend because my bag is in that section,” Sara explained, trying to push her way through. She succeeded long enough for John to peek through and see that on the floor lay two Spectre men with a bullet to their skull. Rita’s phone, pink in its outer cover, lay a few feet from them, damaged beyond repair. John searched the section with his gaze, looking fo
For a moment, John’s mesmerized by the kiss. It stirred a lower part of him that threatened to break forth when his hand moved and locked her head in place.She whined and pulled back when his grip forced her to stretch her wounds, but before she could resume, he pulled back completely. Both of them staring into each other’s eyes.She reached out to caress his face. “Today, I nearly died and the only thing I could think of was not fully expressing my feelings to you.”“What happened to you? Why did they come after you and what does Spectre want?”“I don't know, but if they're this serious about me, it means they want my dad to build something dangerous, and he has refused.”John's brow furrowed at that statement. He could not place a finger on it, but it rubbed him in a strange way.“When has your father ever rejected a fully funded project?”“That's the thing that scares me. Why would he reject this?”John shook his head. Rita tried to sit up, and he assisted her by placing a pillow
SARA WALKED INTO the building with a black sports bag hung over her shoulder. She's geared for sport, rubiing a towel on her sweaty face while breathing heavily. She opened her water bottle and drank from it.John and Gladiator crouched underneath the stairs, fully dressed and bent over a tablet. Studying faces. “Hey guys,” Sara called. John waved her over and Gladiator winked. “Did you boys spend the night under the stairs?” “Nah,” Gladiator shook his head. “We took turns playing watchman. Each managed a couple hours of sleep.” Sara glanced at John with an eyebrow raised in surprise. “You played watchman? That's a new one.” John laughed and stood up. “Check it out. There's something I need you both to do,” John gave the tablet to Sara. There were three guys portrait photographs and Sara scrolled through. “What's this about?”“Three of the men were present on the night Xavier shot me out a window. They're part of his loyal squad. Find them, and we can get information out of them.
Life isn't always smooth sailing, sometimes you need to stop and refuel and it's in those moments that you doubt yourself the most. Rita rushed across the parking lot, her heartbeat raced with her legs swinging back and forth while closing the distance between John. She grabbed onto John arm, panting and out of breath. “You should stay with your father, if you leave with me now... you may never see him again.”“N-No, I want to go with you.” John spinned and pinned Rita against the driver side of the car. No one could see them at that angle. “You've had your freedom in your grasp… you must be a fool to think that I'd show you mercy. We're still enemies.” John said with a deep growl. The parking lot was dark because they had spent the majority of the evening inside the restaurant.His hands were against her throat and she felt the air in her lungs giving out. She grabbed at his hair and pulled him close, tasting his breath on her tongue. “I’m in love with your strides… the hard
“John, you're wrong about Alice…” John shifted his gaze from the moon and glared at Sara for her statement. She was still a good distance from where he was leaning against the car but it felt like he would kill if she stood in front of him.“I-I… John… Please, just hear me out. There must have -” Sara trembled involuntarily that Gladiator held her waist to steady her “Get inside the car if you're done back there.” John cut her off and waved his hand to dismiss her. Gladiator frowned at his act and took a step forward but Sara stopped him with a raise of her hands while shaking her head. She gritted her teeth and tightened her fist. “I still have something to do.” She said and stomped away heading back in the direction of the boys. “Why would you say that to her? You know how much Alice means to her.” John nodded and used his free hand to grip Rita's butt because she was too close. Shocked by his brass attempt, Rita slapped his hand and distanced herself. Gladiator chuckled. John
The echoes of the man's feet as they hurried up the blocks, approaching the room, seemed to dig into his flesh. John could feel the sweat drop gather at the top of his brow, many parts of him felt like leaping out of control and launching savagely at Xavier's evil grin. John shook his head gently and smiled. “And what exactly makes you think I came here alone?” Xavier's brow furrowed and he brought the gun in his hand closer to Richard's head, pressing it firmly while looking out the window at the cars his men parked.“Whatever game you think you're trying to pull off won't work, lower the gun. Alice, take the gun from him.” Xavier yelled. “I can't do that…” she replied. Alice did not make an attempt to move because she was sure that with the cold gaze John directed at her she'll be dead before she can dislodge the gun. “With my men, you're surrounded… surrounded! Drop the gun and I'll give you a quick death.”“You actually believe that I'm surrounded, really look around, who do
“What is it that you're doing?” Melissa asked, crossing her legs and leaning into the driver side of her seat to get comfortable even though John had a gun to her head. “You think I'm here to joke around?” John growled and clicked off the gun's safety.Melissa turned sharply to face him, looking directly into his eyes.“There were cameras when you abducted me and in your famous car at that. Surely, you won't be so foolish as to assume that no one recognized the famous billionaire?” John chuckled. “Did I really kidnap you? I don't think you know much in the way of deception… no one there cares about your whereabouts because to them you're perfectly fine but you may not be if you keep testing my patience.” “I think you'll use the best of your time if you keep your eyes on the road. I won't want to be caught dead with you.” “Shut your mouth or I'll pull the trigger!” Melissa glared at John but otherwise kept silent while John floored the car till he arrived at a hideout west of La's
At a graveyard in Los Angeles where the sky was moonless and the Earth hardened beneath your feet. Jones slammed the hard edge of the shovel into the earth and threw out dirt. The headstoned above Jones as he bent down, going about the digging, spelled the name “Rick” This was his friend's resting place but he's been having a feeling that all wasn't right and there was something missing. Once he had gotten enough dirt out of the hole he forced open the coffin. A foul stench rocked into Jones so hard he shielded his nose with his elbow, gagging and trying not to throw-up the breakfast he had eaten. But, he had seen what he wanted and he wasn't sure how he was going to handle this news. Whoever was in the coffin was dead, he was very sure about that but it wasn't Rick. “Damn!” Jones groaned and slammed the coffin shut and climbed out the grave. “Alice” he whispered to himself. “What are you after?”The drive back to the Motel he rented was without drama, being an easy ride he showe