Chapter 8
1170 Words
Em
“Only silencers,” I tell Jax.
We walked into Ramona’s building with our guns strapped behind our backs and climbed into an elevator.
“We must be careful. She has surveillance in her home,” I said.
“I’ll take care of it,” he said. I nod.
The elevator dinged, and we walked down the long corridor until we arrived at 3D. I picked the lock and the door quietly opened. Jax went in first and quickly took out the cameras, then I walked in.
I searched the apartment, making sure I’m being quiet with my footfalls. I wasn’t the only one good at it. Jax was quieter than I am, and he’s bigger than me.
The living room was clear and so was the kitchen. We moved to the bedroom and laying on the bed naked was Ramona. I grabbed her bathrobe that laid on her chair and threw it on top of her. Her eyes fluttered open, eyed me, and immediately sat up.
“Hello, Ramona,” I say. “Please put on your robe.”
She did what she was told and without seeing him, Jax grabbed the back of her neck and dragged her to the living room. “Who are you?”
“Not your concern,” I said, eyeing her.
She doesn’t look like a killer. She wasn’t built like one, she looked weak. I can easily take her. My body was strong, and I know how to fight, but this girl was so scrawny. Was this what retirement does to you?
“Were you recently hired?” I asked her.
“Not your business,” she replied.
Jax didn’t like her answer. He gripped her neck and tilted her head up so he can look her in the eyes. Then put a gun to her head, “You sent dead roses to my girl. We know that’s your signature. Now, tell me about Jones. Did he hire you?”
She kept her mouth shut. “Answer me,” he demanded. Ramona flinched from the intensity of his voice, but I was a little aroused by his demanding voice.
The way he was standing right now, power exudes from him. He looked calm, but I knew he was struggling inside. He wants answers. Sara was very lucky.
While Jax continued to drill her, I wondered the apartment. I eyed a computer on top of the kitchen counter and went to work. I hacked into her bank accounts and emails and saw money being transferred to her account and a picture of my sister. Underneath the picture it said target.
With the computer in hand, I walked back to the living room. Ramona’s eyes widened at the sight of the computer and I grinned wickedly. I showed them the picture of Sara and Jax grew red with ire. I think his grip on Ramona grew even tighter because she winced in pain.
“How do you explain this?” I asked.
She didn’t answer. Jax pressed the barrel of the gun closer to the side of her head, but his finger was nowhere near the trigger. He has no intention of hurting her, but I can see he’s struggling.
“I’m not going to ask again,” I growled. “Who hired you?” She opened her mouth, but quickly shut it.
“Answer her!” Jax yelled, shaking her intensely.
Ramona squealed in fear and started to talk. “A man came to me about a week and a half ago wanting to hire me to send dead roses to the girl every week. And then I would pay her a visit, you know, scare her a bit, then I would take her to see Jones-the man who hired me.”
“You were going to take her to him?” Jax asked. She nodded. “Where?”
“I don’t know where. He was going to tell me when I got her.”
“So, we got nothing,” Jax muttered. That’s not true. I think I know where Jax was at. “When do you see Jones again?”
“I don’t know,” Ramona replied. “We communicate through email.”
“Why did Jones hire you?” I asked. There must be a reason. Jones just doesn’t hire anybody to help him. He does his jobs alone.
“He didn’t. He asked, and I accepted because of him,” she hissed, looking at Jax. “Vanessa was my best friend, and you killed Vanessa and now Sara will die.”
Jax growled and pushed Ramona to the ground. He pointed his gun at her-this time with his finger on the trigger- and she started to beg. God, I hate beggars. I hate it when they plead for their lives, it makes me sick.
“P-please. Don’t shoot,” she wept.
“Sorry,” I said so maliciously that her body began to tremble. “But you’ve seen our faces. We can’t let you live.”
No, we can’t have that. Jones can’t know I’m after him because he will do his damn best to get rid of me. I looked at Jax as he prepared to kill her, but his hands shook the gun. He had turmoil on his face and I knew that he couldn’t do it. He can’t kill Ramona. He’s thinking of Vanessa. Killing her messed him up. I know how he feels, I’ve been there.
I walked up next to him and placed my hand over his that held the gun and I felt a jolt from that touch. I quickly put that feeling away and lowered his hand.
“Close your eyes and cover your ears,” I tell him softly.
He did what I asked and faced Ramona. Before she could open her mouth and beg, I put a bullet in her head. She dropped to the floor with a light thud and pulled out my phone and called George, the cleaner.
Hello?
“It’s Sawyer. I will give you $50,000 if you drop what you are doing and come clean. Another $5,000 to make sure it is clean because I won’t be here to watch. $55 grand in total if you come now.”
Where?
I gave him the address and hung up. I pulled Jax’s hands down from his ear and said, “Keep your eyes closed.”
I led him away from Ramona’s body to the door and we left. We got to my car and I placed him in the passenger seat. I drove off basking in the silence, but Jax was still trembling. I know he’s thinking about it and I feel guilty for putting him in that position. I let him put a gun on Ramona and I didn’t stop him. I should have been the first one to pull a gun on her.
And even though I hate talking in the car, I need to distract him and I know how.
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