Chapter Seventeen
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It was revenge.
Revenge was the only logical reason that had Jonathan justifying his next course of action.
It was a sick kind of excitement whenever he thought of seeing those adorable big eyes again. He was also at the same time pained with the confession that she was sent for his blood and for that reason , he craved revenge .
“ She'll pay, ” he rasped .
Jonathan looked at his masked face that contrasted uniquely with the sky blue suit he wore.
On any other man , the color would have reduced them to clowns but Jonathan was a man of his own style and like his own name , anything blue fitted him perfectly.
“ Excited , aren't we ? ” Lan's voice interrupted his thoughts.
“ Perhaps , ”
“ C'mon , I know you Blue , ”
He glared at the man , “ She hurt me , ”
“ Listen - ”
“ Killed my men , ”
“ Jonathan - ”
“ Stole my budget , ”
“ You need to listen to me - ”
“ Was to kill...me , ”
“ The bottom line is that she didn't , ”
“ Doesn't matter , ”
“ Revenge isn't going to fix this and you know it. You two need a good long talk and I mean real talking not what your crazy look is suggesting, ”
Jonathan narrowed his gaze at the man, “ You know she's ... a wanted assassin , right ? ”
“ So ? ”
“ You're talking like...she left over ...cheap cheating scandals...and not murder , ”
“ So what do you intend to do ? Shoot her dead ? ”
“ No fun , ”
“ What then ? ”
“ I'll keep her ... alive but I'll ...have my revenge, ”
“ Please give her a chance . Maybe she actually had a reason , ”
“ Funny , ”
“ The bottom line is , she didn't kill you , ”
“ Always her defender , ” Jonathan adjusted his tie , “ Perhaps I could ... ask her to ... shoot you to ... see if you'd...say the same... nonsense you're shamelessly...speaking now. ”
“ Blue , she didn't kill you , ”
“ Indeed , ”
“ I mean - ”
“ You talked me ... into saving her. What I now do...is entirely up ...to me , ” Jonathan rasped angrily.
Lan quietly slipped away.
No one told Jonathan Blue what to do and in most cases he would do the opposite just to irk the individual. Lan would regularly get away with it because he considered their brotherly relationship but the man had been overstepping boundaries lately and he was bound to lose it.
He brushed an invisible layer of dust from his shoulder and with the aid of his walking golden cane , he casually strode out of his house , too casual for a man going to get back a wanted assassin that could easily be a cause for violence, but Jonathan was powerful, he could as well walk to the venue with flip flops if he liked : with five cars each filled with armed men , he had nothing to worry about. All he hoped for was that the Goatee guy as Lan had called him did not lure him into a trap . He was not ready for more unnecessarily deaths.
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Jonathan was worried .
It was two hours since Mr. Fazul was supposed to arrive at the agreed destination yet there was no sign of the man.
Jonathan had been keenly staring at the dull illuminated streets and his irritation was growing by the second . He decided to distract himself by staring at a funny looking mouse that found it interesting to play with a piece of paper across the street .
Maybe it was a trap.
“ Hold on to plan B incase it is a trap , ” Lan's voice spoke over the speaker addressing his men.
It was getting boring and he yawned staring at the ticking minutes on his watch.
“ I suggest leaving - ”
Jonathan's voice was suddenly cut off when gun shots filled the air .
“ Crap ! ”
“ Plan B, ” Jonathan ordered.
“ Look ! There, ” the French man beside him , Bruce , pointed out in the dark.
A tall figure could be made out , awkward but fast in movement and as it drew nearer Jonathan could make out the feminine silhouette in his arms.
“ Drive ! ” Jonathan ordered.
“ But sir , they're in the direction of the shots , ”
“ Just drive ! ”
The car picked up with speed, the driver madly heading towards the figure. He slowed down once beside the struggling running man so that Jonathan quickly opened the door and the man hopped in . Bullets bounced from the body of the car as they sped off, the other cars providing cover behind them.
“ Ah ! ” The painful low cry made Jonathan's eyes quickly snap to the woman on Mr. Fazul’s lap , who was busily clutching his shot knee.
“ It's okay now , you're safe . It's okay , ” Mr. Fazul murmured as he uncovered the head with a hand.
Jonathan glared at the man and possessively reached to touch her shoulder only for her to gasp in pain.
He lost it and grabbed the poor man's collar.
“ What did you ... do ? ”
Mr. Fazul’s eyes widened at the threat in his rasped voice , “ What do you mean ? ”
“ She's in pain ! ”
“ You're choking me - ”
Punch !
“ What did you ... do ! ”
“ Mr. Yong damnit ! Whipped her bloody everyday. He would've killed her and I couldn't stand it so I helped ! ”
Mr. Fazul shoved the blonde away angrily.
On any other day , Jonathan would have pulled that annoying dangling thing from his chin for the push , but his mind was concentrated elsewhere. Without much thought , he gently shifted the trembling woman into his lap.
“ Cora ? ” He called.
Jonathan gently pulled open the many layers of fabric on her only to freeze at the sight of angry red cuts starting from her slender neck disappearing into her loose top.
“ Cora ? ” He tried again.
Her eyes momentarily blinked open and locked with his, “ Bl - Blue ? ”
“ Yes ? ” He desperately answered.
“ I'm sorry , ”
Her eyes shut and he felt his blood boil.
He looked at her painful expression even as she was unconscious and an unsettling feeling grew within him . Even though the woman was yet to be trusted , he could not help the murderous feeling that was heavily developing towards Mr. Yong.
“ How many ? ”
Mr. Fazul knew the man was addressing him , “ Many . ”
“ How. Many ? ”
“ Ten to twenty a day , ”
His jaw clenched , “ Faster Derrick. ”
“ Sir , we're beyond the limit , ”
“ I don't care , ”
“ Very well, sir. ”
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