A Kiss Good-Bye Series

Chapter 9

Em

“When I was sixteen, I knew what my dad did for a living. He was a hitman like you. One day, I was with him when a stranger came to greet my dad. The stranger was surprised to see me standing by my father’s side. I don’t know if it was because we looked alike or maybe because he didn’t know I existed. My dad told him that I was his daughter, his only daughter-even though Sara was ten years old at that time- but I knew what he was doing.

“He didn’t want the stranger to know about Sara or my mom-even though he wouldn’t believe that Sara was related because of her red hair. Sara took after my mom. With red hair, fair skin, green eyes. She looks nothing like my dad and I did. The only thing she inherited from him was his ears.

“If it’s one thing my dad taught me was to never talk about your personal life to other killers. Always leave your private life behind you and talk about business, always. So, the stranger was surprised to see me. It turns out that my dad trained the guy to fight and kill. He was eighteen at the time and the stranger turned out to be Jones.”

Jax’s head swiveled towards me with wide eyes as I kept my eyes on the road. I can feel his astonishment at me and his patience to hear the rest.

“Jones was starting out and became good friends with my dad, then eventually me, since we were close in age, but he didn’t know my real name. He knew me as Sawyer. One day after school, I was on my way to pick up Sara when Jones intercepted me. By the grim look on his face, I knew something happened. He told me that my parents were killed, and he was going to track down the ones who killed them.

“A week after I buried my parents, he visited me at my home. Luckily, I sent Sara over to our neighbors. He told me that he killed the ones who murdered my parents. They were an old rival of my dad’s. I thanked him, but before Jones left, I asked him to teach me.

“I wanted to learn the job because I knew one thing: my sister and I would be sent into foster care and no matter how many times they say it; we would be separated. I needed to earn money and needed to stay low on the radar from the foster system. We had no other family; Sara was the only one.

“So, Jones taught me to fight, to track, to kill and I learned quickly. I dropped out of school and focused on my new job. Jones even repeated the words of my dad, ‘never talk about your personal life to other killers. Always leave your private life behind you and talk about business, always.’ I never told him about Sara. I made sure she was never around. I told her to never contact me, that I would contact her.

“Then I got my first gig. I did what I was taught. I tracked my target and when the time came, I took him out. I was seventeen when I killed someone and, for some reason, I felt no remorse, no regret. That was the moment when I truly felt like my father’s daughter, and I was so proud. Since then, I have been getting more jobs and I provided for my sister. Jones and I became great friends.

“To this day, Jones doesn’t know about Sara, not even Morris. The only thing Morris knows about me is my real name because I accidently let it slip. No one knows about Sara. It’s why I can’t kill Jones when the time comes or be there to face him. We really are good friends, but he threatened my sister. Even if he didn’t know, he still threatened her. It’s why I’m helping you and I think I know where he is.”