Jake Cullingham

9

While Rashid and Jake talk about the future of their companies, Jackson who has just gotten off work decided to take a stroll with a girl he had met at a club.

“How about a drink at my favorite restaurant?” He asked the girl who giggled before he turned the street to get to a restaurant which had Rashid’s guards stepping in his way.

“The restaurant is closed,” the deep voice of the guard shattered his resolve.

“Why do you mean closed?” Jackson asked in anger. “I come here every week to rewind.”

“It is closed today.”

Jackson took a quick glance into the restaurant to see Rashid and Micheal black, a guard to Camila.

“What is he doing there?” he muttered to himself before being blocked by the guard.

“Beat it!” The guard said.

Without arguing, he turned to the girl he had showed up with.

“Hey,” he said with his head being distracted. “How about we have this date another time? I have to umm… feed my cat or something.”

He started back for the company to tell his brother who was the acting chairman about the new development.

He could not believe his eyes. When did Micheal black have friends in high places? Why could the man get into the ‘closed’ restaurant but he couldn’t?

So many questions ravaged his mind but he was not going to let it distract him from doing what he wanted to do.

***

“Slow down, you’re talking too fast,” said Robin from his desk as his brother panted and tried to catch his breath. “Now talk slowly. Who did you say you saw again?”

“Micheal black?”

“Who?”

“Camilla’s new boy toy. The bodyguard.”

“What about him?”

“I saw him in a restaurant with Rashid, the owner of the metro-corp.”

Robin had a straight face when he heard that from his brother.

“Didn’t you hear me?! I said I saw…”

“You don’t need to repeat yourself Jackson. I heard you.”

“Then why aren’t you saying or doing anything?”

“Because I think you’re being obsessed with this guy and I don’t like it. We have bigger problems brother. We don’t have time for your delusions.”

Jackson was disappointed in his brother's laid back attitude.

“You don’t believe me.”

“I don’t. I am not convinced that that i***t has connections to such an individual.”

“Whatever,” sighed Jackson. “I just said to let you know. It’s your call what to do with it, acting chairman.”

“Jackson wait,” Robin called to his brother who walked out of the office and banged the door hard.

As he sat down to his table, he thought about what his brother had said and decided to take matters into his own hands.

He might have shrugged it off because it was unbelievable but he was still very uncomfortable to let it go like that.

Taking up his phone, he called his mafia.

“I have a job for you.”

***

After the meeting with Rashid, Jake started for his house on foot when he noticed that some people were tailing him.

This was something unusual seeing as he has covered his tracks really well and there was no one who would suspect him of being a CEO or someone of importance.

It had to be one of the Hendrix people who had sent whoever was after him.

Taking out his phone, he called the butler.

“I won’t be sleeping at the mansion tonight,” he said.

“Why not sir?”

“I have a tail.”

“Do you want it taken care of?”

“No. I’ll handle it myself. I just can’t come back to the mansion to avoid them following me there. I’ll use the other apartment we use for undercover missions like this. I’ll see you tomorrow when I’ve taken care of these people.”

With that, he cut the call and went to the apartment.

It had all he would need to survive and he could even stay here for a year and it would look normal.

Throughout the day, nothing happened, but by night when he was asleep, he was awoken by noise in the balcony.

He could tell that some people had broken into his house and this had him groaning to his feet.

Taking a weapon which had been made by his company, he walked out to meet the intruders.

Without uttering a single word, Jake launched himself at his enemies.

His movements were swift and deadly as he left no room for mercy.

The spikes on his bat which he loved to keep by his bedside tore through flesh and bone, leaving a trail of blood around the living room. The men were mere playthings in his hands, their weak attempts at fighting back futile.

The sound of bones breaking and flesh tearing filled the air as it was mixed with the sound of people screaming.

The intruders were mere rag dolls, tossed around by a force they could not fight against. This was a one-sided battle, a brutal display of the power and skill that Jake Cullingham possessed.

Finally when he was done, the men laid broken and lifeless on the cold floor, their blood pooling around them.

He was not a fan of killing people but if this was what it would take to keep his identity hidden, he would do it.

The man stood above them, panting, his body painted with the blood of his victims and his sweat. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by his heavy breaths.

Kneeling down beside one of the fallen intruders, he asked in a low, menacing voice, "Who sent you?" His eyes burned with an intensity that struck fear into the hearts of even the bravest souls.

The man, barely conscious, managed to muster a weak response. "It... it was... Robin Hendrix."

A cold smile played on his lips, a chilling display of his win. It was a name he had expected.

That was all the Hendrix did. They got rid of their enemies or people they didn’t want to live.

With a cruel smile on his lips, he waved the bat and brought it down on his victim to finish the man off.