Camouflage

Chapter Three

          Pulling out his white cream T-shirt over his head, he threw it in the basket at the one corner of his washroom, "Shower, "He said, selecting cold water. 

    He came out of the washroom in a towel draped around his waist. After drying himself, he donned his suit. Suit was perfectly tailored for his muscular, strong body. He put his diamond cufflinks, adjusting his coat and headed back toward the lawn where people were eagerly waiting for the heir of the Watkins family. 

       "Are we cutting cake? "Jordan asked him, joining him on the stairs. 

      He preferred birthday parties, but he wasn't in favour of cake cutting ceremonies. He wished to cut the skin of enemies with the sharpest point. When they reached the lawn, all eyes turned at him. He was welcomed by a great applause. He could see all familiar faces. He saw his father coming at him with a gleeful smile. 

        "Happy birthday, son. "His father embraced him in a tight hug and strongly patted his back. 

        His father had been his role model and he wanted to achieve more than his father had in his entire life and forefathers did in his life, "Thanks Dad. "He smiled. 

      When his father pulled from him. Other leaders of the mafia from every corner of words surrounded him to wish him on this special day of his life. 

      "Happy birthday, son. "Mr. Shelton offered his hand which he took instantly as he was going to be his father in law soon. Mr Shelton and his father were friends and had been crime partners. He was the same age as his father. 

      "I hope your mother has filled you with the details. "His father moved his gaze on his wife Eleanor to him. 

     "Yes, Dad. "He nodded, keeping his smile away from his face. 

     "I'm glad you are not objecting to it. I gave you your time to choose your bride. "His father told him. 

    He slightly smiled in answer with a nod. Indeed, he could not find the girl of exact his taste, his like. He hadn't spent more time than one night stand with some girls in the past. He forgot them in the morning. He never dated anyone in any serious way and he had not experienced love before. He had a guess and an imagination in his mind of his perfect life partner. Being imperfect was called perfection for him, when you chose a wife who loved you from the core of her heart. No one could be perfect in his eyes except himself. He had different rules for his world. Breaking them meant to break the chain of someone's breathing. 

     "Well! Your father and Mr Shelton are going to announce your and Diana' wedding after cake cutting. "Eleanor smiled. 

     "Mom, you know I hate it. "He shoved his one hand in his pocket. He raked his eyes on the crowd. He nodded his head as people were congratulating him and raising their glass to show there's happiness. 

     "Morrison, he's not gonna cut cake this year too. "She stared at his father. 

     "Well! Our second son will fulfill your wish. "His father smirked, placing a kiss on her cheek. 

     "Of course, dad. I'd LOVE to."Jordan chuckled, coming at them. 

     This was what made him attend this birthday party every year: the smiling faces of his family, "Sir, I found a hole in the security at the entrance. "His man whispered In his ear. He did not let his smile fade from his lips after hearing it. Indeed it pushed his lips' curves more upper. 

     "Well! I got my cake. I'll see you later. Jordan will cut your fancy cake mom. "He smirked at his father, giving him a knowing look. 

      "I want you back before the announcement. "His mother wrinkled her lips, giving an intense look. 

   He could see the excitement of his wedding on his parents' face, "I can't say anything. But you have my yes. "He said, walking out of the party. 

    There were secret cameras in the entire property, only family members and their trusted people knew about it. 

      "How many are there? "He asked. 

      "They are ten sir. We've captured seven and three managed to reach the roof. "His man said, "They've been captured going on the roof of the house. "His man said, studying the tablet in his hands. 

      Striding in the house, he got in the elevator, "Locked all paths reaching to the roof. "He ordered them. 

     "Already done, Sir. "His man replied. 

     "Very good, Turtle. "He smiled at him. He preferred the best man and he got them,"Are all there?"He asked him. 

     "Yes, sir. "Turtle said, putting the tablet on the Elevator's floor. 

       He took out his gun, his back was touching the left side and Turtle on the right side of the elevator, ready with his gun. Elevator opened with a ding on the roof. Ceaselessly, bullets hit the last wall of the elevator. When it ceased, he emerged himself from the elevator door. Charging his gun at them, he pulled the trigger. It hit the man in the center of his forehead. He strode ahead. He could see a sharpshooter, pointing his gun at the crowd. The shooter nestled behind the low wall of the mansion and it was perfect height to support his rifle. 

       "Find the third one. "He said to the Turtle. 

        "Yes, sir. "He didn't turn to see him going. 

       His eyes were on a sharpshooter. Standing behind him, he glanced at the direction of his aim. It boiled his blood to know his aim. It was his father. 

      "You're not gonna get him. "He said coldly. 

      Shooter winched and gazed up at him. Before the shooter could do anything, he punched him in the face. Shooter spitted the blood from his mouth and cursed. He fisted his hands. Shooter stood up with a dagger and jutted out his hand to hit him with it. He jumped back on his both feet to dodge it. He shook his head and raised his gun. He shot him in his head. Shooter fell on the ground with a thud. He picked up the dagger from his hand. He heard the footsteps behind him which was approaching him now. He whirled and sliced his throat with aggressive force that splashes of blood laid on his white coat. 

        He swore under his breath. He heard a loud applause from the crowd. He took out his coat and threw it at Turtle. He rushed to the elevator. He fastened his pace to reach the lawn. He could hear the announcement of his wedding. At the name of Diana, he reached in front of his father. His father pointed at him with his hand. He smiled and sauntered toward his family. Mr. Shelton warmly shook his hand with him. He was staring at his back, but as his mother told, she didn't come. 

        His mother stood near him, "Where's your coat? "His mother whispered in his ear. 

        "In laundry. It got red. "He smirked. 

        "I think. I should take you seriously when you say, you like white but don't like to wear it. "His mother smiled. 

        "Hm, that's better. "He chuckled. 

        "Well! This is our family ring. I want you to make her wear it when you'll meet her. "His mother smiled bigger. 

         He roamed his eyes on it. He wanted to make her wear it himself, "Can I keep it? "He asked his mother. 

         "Sure, "Eleanor smirked. 

      He took the small velvet box from his mother and slid it inside his pants pocket. He turned to his father, "Dad, Douglas, I'll take my leave. "He said to his father and Mr Shelton who were discussing business with their other crime partners. He had already enjoyed the party at the beach with all his father's allies' sons. It was good for business and the world they ruled. 

         "But it's your party, son. "Douglas Shelton said with a smile. 

       He struggled his shoulders, "See you later. "He gave his father a knowing glance. His father smirked in reply. 

          "He's eager to see his future wife. "Both men chuckled. 

          He shook his head with a smirk and paced through the crowd. He got to the door of his room. 

        "Sir, ", Turtle knocked on his door. 

        "Come in, "He said. 

        Turtle gave him an old shirt and jeans. Turtle was looking super perplexed while handing it to his boss, "You'll soon know it. "He smirked. 

        "Sir, May I come in. "Cree said. 

        "Tell me the news. "He said, taking off his shirt. He was watching his both men through the mirror. Cree was hesitating. He could see fear on his face, "I don't like to repeat myself. Don't you know this? "He glared at him through the mirror. 

          "Sir, ma'am! Ma'am, don't wanna do this wedding. "He was stuttering over his words. 

      "Interesting! "He smirked. It deepened his interest. He wanted to see her first, more important; he wanted her at any cost now. He was ready to move the mountains. 

     Both men behind him shared confused looks. 

        "Challenging girl. "Jordan smirked, coming into his room. He stopped walking when he glanced at his brother, "What are you wearing? "Jordan made a face. 

        "Clothes, "He snorted. He took out the velvet box from his pants pocket and slid it into his jeans pocket. 

        "What are you planning...... "He cut Jordan off with his intense glare, "Okay. Can I join you. Party is boring without you. "Jordan looked at his brother. 

        "Sure, "He slapped his shoulder, turning toward him, "You have to dress like me. "He added. 

        "Anything for you, brother. "Jordan smirked. 

      They were in simple clothes. His simple clothes couldn't take away his legacy and ruling attitude. He was born to rule. Destiny was written before his birth. They paced through the back door. They got behind the wheels, he sped up his car, leaving the party behind. 

        He put pressure on the breaks, reaching her house. He climbed out of his car. Jordan was behind him. Iron gate was closed and only one guard was appointed. On seeing him, the guard started to shiver. 

       "Open the gate. "He ordered. 

       "There is no one home, Lord. They move the house. "Guard replied instantly. 

      "Where? "He demanded. 

    But the old man was shivering with fear and didn't utter anything. 

      "Brother is asking something. "Jordan rudely said, showing his gun. 

      Instead the guard picked a copy pen and started writing on it. He gave it to them with a shaking hand. 

      He grabbed it from him and stared down at the piece of paper. His lips parted in a light smile, finding her address on it. He whirled toward his car. 

       "You know what to say when they would ask. "He heard Jordan threatening poor soul. 

    He clenched his hands, "You should not do this, Diana. You can't run from me. You can't even hide yourself in heaven."He wickedly whispered and got in his car. His hands were clenched tight at his side. He wasn't expecting this. He thought to come back home after putting the engagement ring in her ring finger. He would never tolerate betrayal from anyone.