fuck was she brought to my attention?" he screams.
"I don't know, Jasper. You tell me. I've heard no complaints and none of her clients aren't big enough to reach you. How did you hear about this?"
"Oh, but they are. You forget that sometimes her clients are sub-employed also and their employees might work for me."
"That makes no sense; you're running a circle of connecting employees? Stop talking in riddles. What was said?"
"She didn't deliver the goods and was supposed to deliver a child she has. She took the child and hasn't been seen or heard from since. Where is she, my Little Bird?"
"I don't know, but I can probably find out. I'll be sure to get rid of her immediately."
"I'll take care of that. Her and her child will be taken care of. Just find out where they are."
"What's the child got to do with anything? He's just a little boy."
"I don't sell children," he seethes. "And if the boy stays alive, he's sold to replace her debt. I want them both dead. Find them."
"I will," I say with confidence but tightly close my eyes.
"Little Bird, do you forgive me for your neck yet?"
"I never blamed you. I know you love me." This game turns my stomach, but soon he won't be a piece on my game board. I just need to exercise my patience.
The line goes dead and I take a few minutes to figure out what to do with Regina and Bronson. She has no one to rely on except junkies and scum here and I have a feeling if I got her out of the state, the stupid woman would just come back to them and then I will end up dead for lying to Jasper. He won't let this go until he finds out they're dead.
Who the fuck did she piss off?
Dealing with Regina and Bronson for seven days, Lucas has only come to mind in the mornings when La Petite's whistles wake me up. I don't miss him, but I do miss what he did to my body, but that's the least of my concerns right now.
I still have no idea what to do with Regina because she confirmed my thoughts that she wouldn't stay out of town. She blatantly lied to my face saying she would, but if there's anything I can sense a mile away, it's a liar. If Bronson hadn't come into the room, I would have squeezed the life out of her neck for lying to me like that.
So now I'm stuck with this bitch and only letting her live so Bronson doesn't have to die. I should just say fuck it but I have a feeling if I do, Jasper will make me kill Bronson myself because it's taking me so long to tell him where they are. One bullet to the back of the head, fine. But I know he wouldn't let me get off that easy, and I absolutely refuse to torture a child.
I'm going to get her clean, find her a man that will take her out of this state. Maybe to Canada. He can care for her and her son like he really loves them. I know a few men that would jump at the opportunity of a life away from Jasper. I just need to make it happen under Jasper's radar.
***
As I wash Bronson's hair, I hear the doorbell. That can only be one person. The person I've been avoiding for days and it's not Jasper because he's in Venezuela.
I hear Regina arguing then what sounds like forced entry and I quickly close the shower curtain after telling Bronson to keep quiet. Grabbing my gun, I hurry into the living room where Luke is arguing with Regina because she's trying to push him out the door.
"Goddammit, I don't care what the fuck she's doing, I have to talk to her!" He's screaming at Regina and I notice her hand trembling.
"Regina," I say because the look on his face is determination, and this time I know he's not going away.
"I tried," she says with a tremble to her voice and I usher her away from the door.
"Go into the bathroom," I quietly tell her, wanting her to tend to Bronson. "Lucas." I sigh. "I've been busy."
"That's a fucking lie, Megs, and you know it." His growl is deep and he storms toward me, slamming me to the wall by my throat. "One fucking week." His breath is heavy on my neck. "One week and all I can fucking think about is
"I don't know, Jasper. You tell me. I've heard no complaints and none of her clients aren't big enough to reach you. How did you hear about this?"
"Oh, but they are. You forget that sometimes her clients are sub-employed also and their employees might work for me."
"That makes no sense; you're running a circle of connecting employees? Stop talking in riddles. What was said?"
"She didn't deliver the goods and was supposed to deliver a child she has. She took the child and hasn't been seen or heard from since. Where is she, my Little Bird?"
"I don't know, but I can probably find out. I'll be sure to get rid of her immediately."
"I'll take care of that. Her and her child will be taken care of. Just find out where they are."
"What's the child got to do with anything? He's just a little boy."
"I don't sell children," he seethes. "And if the boy stays alive, he's sold to replace her debt. I want them both dead. Find them."
"I will," I say with confidence but tightly close my eyes.
"Little Bird, do you forgive me for your neck yet?"
"I never blamed you. I know you love me." This game turns my stomach, but soon he won't be a piece on my game board. I just need to exercise my patience.
The line goes dead and I take a few minutes to figure out what to do with Regina and Bronson. She has no one to rely on except junkies and scum here and I have a feeling if I got her out of the state, the stupid woman would just come back to them and then I will end up dead for lying to Jasper. He won't let this go until he finds out they're dead.
Who the fuck did she piss off?
Dealing with Regina and Bronson for seven days, Lucas has only come to mind in the mornings when La Petite's whistles wake me up. I don't miss him, but I do miss what he did to my body, but that's the least of my concerns right now.
I still have no idea what to do with Regina because she confirmed my thoughts that she wouldn't stay out of town. She blatantly lied to my face saying she would, but if there's anything I can sense a mile away, it's a liar. If Bronson hadn't come into the room, I would have squeezed the life out of her neck for lying to me like that.
So now I'm stuck with this bitch and only letting her live so Bronson doesn't have to die. I should just say fuck it but I have a feeling if I do, Jasper will make me kill Bronson myself because it's taking me so long to tell him where they are. One bullet to the back of the head, fine. But I know he wouldn't let me get off that easy, and I absolutely refuse to torture a child.
I'm going to get her clean, find her a man that will take her out of this state. Maybe to Canada. He can care for her and her son like he really loves them. I know a few men that would jump at the opportunity of a life away from Jasper. I just need to make it happen under Jasper's radar.
***
As I wash Bronson's hair, I hear the doorbell. That can only be one person. The person I've been avoiding for days and it's not Jasper because he's in Venezuela.
I hear Regina arguing then what sounds like forced entry and I quickly close the shower curtain after telling Bronson to keep quiet. Grabbing my gun, I hurry into the living room where Luke is arguing with Regina because she's trying to push him out the door.
"Goddammit, I don't care what the fuck she's doing, I have to talk to her!" He's screaming at Regina and I notice her hand trembling.
"Regina," I say because the look on his face is determination, and this time I know he's not going away.
"I tried," she says with a tremble to her voice and I usher her away from the door.
"Go into the bathroom," I quietly tell her, wanting her to tend to Bronson. "Lucas." I sigh. "I've been busy."
"That's a fucking lie, Megs, and you know it." His growl is deep and he storms toward me, slamming me to the wall by my throat. "One fucking week." His breath is heavy on my neck. "One week and all I can fucking think about is
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