Jagger
Two months later…
Nothing that I have done in the past months has helped me win back Mikayla’s heart. And every day without her I swear I’m unable to breath.
For the past two weeks, I’ve helped the church with the upgrades that I funded. The church leader was surprised to see me there one morning. But I figured, maybe if I could connect to what my mother loved, her God, I could learn a thing or two.
My father had no qualms with taking a life.
And he changed for her.
So I’ve worked at laying the foundation for the new school. I’ve helped facilitate an auto mechanic course, for young people in need of a trade.
I’ve kept good and fucking busy. Waiting for a lightbulb to pop into my head, because flowers and chocolates have not made Mikayla mine.
Yeah, that was last month. Exotic flowers that grow only in a certain season. I took a trip to Switzerland for the chocolates. Guess a thank you should’ve been enough, but when Mikayla called to thank me for them and declined dinner, I punched my hand into a wall.
I glance through the X Member profiles for the latest contracts. All the volunteer work hasn’t gotten me any closer to my desire.
A scientist named Edith Branch pops up. Glancing at her beautiful face and full lips makes me laugh. Instantly I recall Mikayla’s words about finding another female mark. She’s gorgeous, yet I only want one woman. Besides, someone wants Edith murdered and I may have found the woman of my life by bending my rules. This isn’t one of them I’m willing to break.
My cell phone vibrates in my pocket.
I slip it out. My hand clenched around it as I see it’s Trick, instead of Mikayla calling.
“My niece is fully recovered. I’m sending a private jet to you tomorrow for her soccer game. You ready?”
I close my eyes and lay my head onto the couch headrest. A few days prior to when I should’ve met with Trick, his talkative niece, and Mikayla for the kids match, she sprained her ankle. Tricks niece has been out for almost the entire season. Truthfully, I don’t want to go.
Trick saved my ass in Nevada. But, I’ll have to explain to the girl exactly why I’m there, again, without the princess I should’ve saved.
“Yeah, Yeah,” I respond. “You texted me last week. I haven’t forgotten.”
***
The next morning, I call Mikayla. “How’s your day going?” I lean against the counter in the kitchen waiting for the coffeemaker. I almost begin to twirl my wrist but there’s no gun in my hand.
“My day is going well, but it’s only just begun. You call me at night, Jag, without fail. I told you how I was just eight hours ago. How are you?”
“Me?” I chortle. “Fucking dead without you, uthando. You know that.”
“Alright, let’s not follow the norm. No how are you, yada, yada, yada, because I distinctly recall you providing the same response on numerous occasions. Jag, you aren’t dead. How are the plans for the church?”
No time for taking it slow, I order, “Mikayla, what can I do to have you back?”
“How are the plans, Jagger?”
“I could just kidnap you again. Tie you up and keep you hostage until you love me.”
“I love you, Jag. Now, tell me the names of five people you’ve worked with at the church where your mother used to assist?”
“Paul.”
“Okay… four more,” she actually has laughter in her voice. It makes me want to steal her more and force her to be mine.
“Michael. Matthew.” I shrug, the names from The Good Book my mom used to read to me as a child.
“Ha! Don’t lie, that’s a sin.”
I laugh. “I don’t know their names Mikayla. I don’t need to know there baked. I’m in town so…” my mother’s spirit will tell me how to win you back? Shit, fuck, or her God says something! I don’t know. “I’m in town for you.”
“Don’t. We both have busy lives.” She says. I wouldn’t take offense but then I glance at the flat screen television. She and Prince Fari are being mentioned on the news.
My teeth grit at the sight of him standing with her in front of the land. “I almost took a mission today.”
There’s dead air.
“If I can’t have you, might as well bathe in someone’s blood.”
“I can’t have a Hitman as a King, Jag. You have to choose.”
“Chose? You aren’t even an option, are you?” I watch as he wraps an arm around her. He gave her money for their crops. I’ve offered her help, but she took his money instead.
“What happened to fighting for me forever? Just words huh? That men say when they want to get something.”
“That’s right, uthando lwami. I want you. I crave you with every fiber in my fucking body. You keep denying me and I’ll take you the good old fashion way–”
CLICK.
My fist jets through the air so swiftly it makes a swoosh sound. Now, Prince Fari has his arm around her, the fucker is speaking of the two countries helping each other.
I power off the television.
It’s two hours before I’m supposed to be at the landing strip.
I text Trick.
ME: I’m not coming. Send my apologies to your niece.