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twenty-one

Sweet Bourbon & Mistakes

The Stalker

Sitting at the bar waiting for my next task, I sip on top shelf bourbon, letting the amber liquid coat my throat. Thinking over the day I spent getting everything ready for Jameson’s transfer to Hillsboro Institute, I smile.

The plan is working and he doesn’t even know what’s coming next. Watching him under the influence of the new drug The Maker made was enthralling. The drug surpassed our expectations, but towards the end there was where we knew it had to be tweaked, and it wasn’t exactly ready to hit the streets. We don’t need soldiers completing missions, then killing themselves, or at least thinking they did because of the hallucinogens flowing within the formula.

After securing Jameson, Daddy took me back to his place and pleasured me like he’s never done before. Just thinking about it has my dick rock hard in my trousers.

I’ve been waiting here, as instructed, for the last hour which grates on my nerves. As much as I love to be rewarded for all my good deeds, I despise being an errand boy. I want to be high in ranking and I think I fucking deserve it.

So the next time I see Daddy, I’m going to demand more out of this. It should work in my favor if he wants to cum. What I would give to make him my bitch, just once.

Laughter at the far end of the bar takes me out of my fantasy and my eyes collide with long black curly hair and a red leather jacket. What the fuck? Taking a sip of my drink, I watch, trying to get a glimpse of her face to ensure I’m seeing who I think is someone that’s supposed to be fucking dead, considering I’m the one who killed her.

She throws her hair over her shoulders and tucks her lingering lock behind her ear causing me to swallow thickly. I narrow my eyes at the sight of Jade Rivers sitting across the bar talking to a few men and women. She’s supposed to be fucking dead. I don’t understand. When I left her, there was no heartbeat. I administered the drug to kill her. I did everything I was told to do. How the fuck is she here?I failed. I fucking failed. But I won’t a second time.

Taking my phone out I discreetly snap a photo and send it to Daddy.

Me: Attached Multimedia Image.

Me: Do you see what I see?

Almost immediately

Daddy: I thought I gave you specific instructions to kill her?

Me: You did and I executed them. I don’t know how the fuck she is alive right now.

Daddy: If anyone else gets wind of this, the outcome is not going to be good. I’m already on the outs with The Aces. I don’t need this coming back to me in ten folds.

Me: I understand. I’ll watch for now.

Daddy: Let me know when she moves. I need a clearer picture of the cunt.

Me: Yes, Daddy.

Daddy: Good Boy.

Placing the phone on the bar top, I continue to sip my drink as I watch her, laughing without a care in the world, sipping on a glass of red wine, flirting with the men in suits. I always knew she was a fucking whore. Once a biker slut, always a biker slut.

D’mitri always told me not to trust her, that she wasn’t shit. Just another pawn on the board. Then she and Jameson fucking killed him. That mother fucker will pay for killing one of the men I love. He’s been paying all these years I’ve watched him, killing women because he has mommy issues. I’ve never let it slip that I’ve known he’s ‘The Carver’, when I could’ve had him locked away for the rest of his life, but that would be too easy. I’d rather sit back and watch him suffer as he walks this Earth, taking all the things he loves away from him.

Then there is her. I’ve never had a problem with Jade until after she was returned from Ireland. I thought I was finally getting D’mitri for myself. He made all those promises that it would be us forever, but he had a dark obsession with Jade, and for what? I’ll never know, but we were supposed to kill her the night of her twenty-first birthday.

That’s what Daddy wanted. The ‘Kings’, as she calls them, failed. They fell for her, so it was up to me and D to get the job done, but I should’ve known Kayla would come in and save her friend, or did she just want to kill D’mitri? The verdict is still unknown on that front.

Giggling again takes me out of my thoughts of the past, bringing me back where I need to be. Jade gets up from the stool, saying goodbye to the idiots she surrounds herself with. Picking my phone up, I snap another picture and send it off to Daddy.

Me: She’s on the move. What do you want me to do?

Daddy: You know what to do. This time I want proof.

Me: Stand by.

Daddy: Make it bloody. Then meet me at the lakehouse. I’ll be waiting with your reward.

Me: Yes, Daddy.

Rising from my seat, I finish my drink and leave a hundo for the bartender. Exiting the bar, my adrenaline is pumping causing me to sweat a little as I follow her down the city sidewalk. The streets are empty this time of night in the business district. Party goers wouldn't step foot down here, so this is perfect.

The smell of fresh flowers and coconuts hits my nostrils causing them to flare. She makes a right turn down a dark alley and I keep a few paces back being as quiet as I possibly can. As I turn the corner, I slide my hands into a pair of black leather gloves and walk a little faster.

Reaching into my coat pocket, I retrieve my knife and twirl it through my fingers.

As I get closer to her, I can hear her humming a lullaby which is fucking odd, but okay. Stay focused Harrison. Keep your eyes on the prize. She suddenly stops when she drops her phone, bending down as it skids across the pavement.

I take this opportunity and pounce, wrapping my hand around her mouth from behind so she can’t scream. She thrashes in my hold as I spin her to face me. I want to see her face as I sink my knife into her stomach, twisting the metal with a smile plastered on my face.

Her green eyes widen as she looks at me but I don’t stop. I pull the knife out just to stab her again, this time higher. “You were supposed to be dead, biker cunt.” I spit, removing the knife from her gut and slamming it into her heart. Blood coats my gloved hands as tears stream down her face.

“You killed the only man I’ve ever loved. You took him from me, and for that, I take yours.” I growl as her body drops and convulses against me. I fall with her and squeeze her tighter, reveling in the feeling of her dying in my arms. I pull the knife from her chest and slowly drag it across her throat, “Daddy sends his regards, you dumb cunt. See you in hell, bitch,” I say, licking the tears from her face as blood covers my arms.

Dropping her to the ground like a rag doll, her eyes meet mine and I kneel as she reaches for me, slamming the knife into her forehead, feeling the crunch of her skull beneath my hands. Her body stills as I rise.

Looking down at her, I wipe the blood from my hands on my pants and retrieve my phone. Snapping a picture, I send it off as my proof the job is done.

Me: Job completed. Multimedia Image Attached.

Daddy: What did you do?!

Me: What do you mean? I did what you asked.

My phone rings and I immediately pick it up.

“Harrison, that's not her. What did you do?” Daddy growls down the line.

“W-what do you mean? That's fucking her!” I yell back.

“That’s fucking Marsela Abazi. She’s The Albanian Queen. What the fuck?” He screams.

“No, there’s no way. She’s literally Jade. I think I would know if it was Marsela.” I say, bending down to look closer.

“Lift her fucking shirt, does she have scars across her stomach and tits?” He asks, screaming into the phone. Fuck. I lift her shirt and see nothing but blood. But what catches my eyes is a snake tattoo on her rib cage. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Harrison. Harrison! Answer me! Does she have the scars?” He asks in a panic. I’ve never heard him panic before. This is bad. So fucking bad.

“No, just a snake tattoo on her ribcage.” I whisper and he curses down the line.

“Take the knife and get rid of it. Leave the body! Get out of there now before you get caught. Dump her phone somewhere and get to the lakehouse, immediately. We need to burn the evidence. Now!” He orders and I jump as his voice booms from the other end.

“Yes, Dalton. I’m on my way.” I say and the line goes dead. Reaching for the knife handle with shaky hands, I pull it from her skull and tuck it into my coat pocket. Standing, I walk away without a backwards glance, getting out of there and back to my car as fast as I possibly can.

I fucked up. I fucked up so bad.