Chapter 3
“Jordan, I have no idea what took you so long to get here, but Jamison isn’t very happy. When he assigns an assignment, then he expects the person to be prompt and punctual. You reputation really does precede you. You strike fear in the hearts of men and women alike. The boat should be here very soon to pick up the cargo. The girls are a little restless and the sedative that I put in their food is slowly wearing off.” Melanie was wearing a trench coat and peering into a pair of binoculars. She could see the boat in the distance and it wouldn’t be long before they had another shipment on its way to Saudi Arabia.
“I consider myself to be a professional. You can count on me to make sure that everything goes according to plan. There will be no surprises.” He knew that he was lying, but there was no way to tell Melanie that her days of living in the lap of luxury were almost over. “I don’t think there was a reason to bring him along.” He was referring to Dylan, a cocky playboy wannabe that had the girls eating out of the palm of his hand. It was his charm and that bewitching smile that made it impossible for women to turn him away. He was their greatest asset, but to Jordan he was despicable in more ways than one.
“What is it? Who did she bring with her?” Lila was right beside Jordan on top of the hill overlooking the dock. Everything looked like tiny ants and she had no idea that the worst mistake of her life had finally raised its ugly head. “Whoever it is has made Jordan very quiet. He’s usually quiet in the first place, but this is something different. I can see it in his eyes. If I didn’t know any better, I would swear that he has murder on his mind.” Had Lila known that Dylan was there, Jordan would not be the only one that had murder on his mind. He was the one that brought her into this nightmare. He was the one that made it possible for those men to get their hands on her.
Jordan knew that telling Lila was out of the question. He would lose whatever control he had over her. She would undoubtedly do something stupid and put them all in jeopardy. He wanted to tell her and she deserved to know, but doing so would only compound the issue. “It’s an old rival of mine and I prefer that his name remains nameless. I never thought that I would see him again.” Jordan was well aware that Dylan was not all sunshine and lollipops. When push comes to shove, he could be downright ruthless. He cared nothing for the girls and they were a paycheck that continued to grow by leaps and bounds.
Jamison was known to pay handsomely for the best. Dylan had this way of becoming the equivalent of the pied piper. Instead of rats being led to a sunken ship, he was bringing these impressionable girls into a life that they would never want to wish on their worst enemy.
“I don’t know if I believe you, Jordan. You’re obviously trying to keep something from me. I’m no fool and I would rather be forewarned than be hit between the eyes with some kind of surprise. Trust me to deal with whatever you have to say and maybe I will do the same for you.” Lila was referring to the baby in the oven. She felt bad about keeping something this momentous from the man that she had begun to see, as more than just a lover. He was an amazing lover. That was quite evident by what he had already done to her inside that mustang. They had definitely christened it in the right way.
In his earpiece, he heard Melanie “I think that it might be of good idea that you don’t come down here. Jamison told me that you don’t like Dylan and believe me nobody really does. He’s a necessary means to an end and when he out lives his usefulness, then he will be terminated with extreme prejudice. He has been in business with us for the past five years and we’ve already seen a decline in the amount of women that he has brought to us. We have our eye on a younger model.” Melanie had her hands in the pocket of her long coat. The boat was coming into port. It would be no more than a few minutes.
Jordan was listening for a sign that the telephone call that he made was not in vain. He was going to have to act and let the chips fall where they may. His first target was going to be Dylan and seeing that smug look wiped off his face by a bullet penetrating into his brain stem was going to give him immeasurable pleasure. He was sure that if given the chance, Lila would have loved to be the one to pull the trigger. He was sure that there were a lot of girls that would have loved to be in the position that he was in. Looking down the barrel of the gun and seeing Dylan smiling would have made them take him out permanently.
“By not saying anything, you’re saying a lot more than you think you are.” Lila pulled on his shirt sleeve and got a glaring response. She raised her hand to show him that she meant to be no threat. “I hope that I never see that look again for as long as I live. It made my blood run cold and my heart literally stopped a beat.” She could see that he was concentrating heavily. It seemed to her that there was a switch that went off in his head and now he was that deadly assailant that nobody would want to meet in a dark alley.
“I’m afraid that I’m going to have to do something that will make them scurry.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a tooth pick. He stuck it between his teeth, moving it back and forth with the agility of his tongue. He peered through the scope and he had a bead on Dylan’s face. He was this close to rearranging it, when he heard the distant sirens. He turned his attention to the boat and fired off a shot that was not suppressed by any silencer. The echoing blast made both Dylan and Melanie cringe. They hunched down to take cover from whatever enemy might be out there.
“Jordan, we are under fire. We need your help.” Melanie was talking to the one that was doing the firing. She had no idea that Jordan had turned his back on his profession and on those that considered him to be above reproach. “I don’t know where it’s coming from. There has to be a sniper nearby. I hear the police coming. Dylan and I are going to make a run for it.” She really shouldn’t have said anything of the sort. The response that she got was two shots to the back of the tire of the van with one barely grazing Dylan’s cheek.
That was by design. Jordan cracked a smile at seeing the man child begin to weep like a little girl. He was not a man and he didn’t deserve to wear big boy clothes. He was a coward with his only interest being money.
“We need you to take that sniper out. He just took care of the vehicles. We’re going to take cover and hopefully we can ride this out.” She barely got out the last word, before she saw Dillon staring out at the distance like he had seen a ghost. She followed his gaze and saw the line of police cars rounding the corner and not stopping at the front gate. The sound of metal meeting metal was met with the lock screaming off its place at the gate. There was no guard and they had already made the necessary arrangements to have him disappear for a couple of hours.
“That was your plan all along. You called in some favors with the department and now they’re going to clean up the mess. The boat from Saudi Arabia has already turned around. It’s on its way back to its homeland. They won’t be very happy with Jamison. I’m sure that their displeasure will be shown in some very profound way.” “I know that I shouldn’t wish ill on anybody, but Jamison is not anybody. He thinks that he can do these things and not be held to the flame for his actions. The police won’t be able to do anything about him, but that doesn’t mean that the Saudis royal family won’t want his head on a platter.”
Jordan saw that Melanie was acting with a bit of street smarts. Dylan was standing out in the open looking around and throwing his hands in the air. He had him where he wanted him and he could’ve waited, until the police shackled him and took him off to whatever prison would want to make him their bitch. “Don’t say that I don’t do anything for you, Lila.” He followed that statement by handing her the gun and watching, as she stared at him in disbelief. “Trust me; you really need to see this. This will be your one and only chance. It’s gonna be up to you what exactly you want to see happen. I’m going to give you the same chance that I have had all of my career. You’re going to be judge, jury and possible executioner.” He did not know what she would do, but he was fascinated to find out one way or the other.
Lila took the gun and looked through the viewfinder confused by what Jordan was saying to her. It was a little fuzzy and she had to adjust the scope to clear up the vision that greeted her eyes. She stared at the man that had made these last few years go by like that of a ticking clock. Her hand trembled, but her finger relaxed slightly on the trigger. She could easily kill him, but she wasn’t quite sure if that was a fitting enough punishment for a man like him.
“I’ve never killed anybody before, Jordan. Believe me, there were times that I thought about it and I even had a couple of opportunities to use a garden variety steak knife. I don’t know what to do. He has caused me such pain and suffering, but I’m not sure that a bullet is good enough. In my heart, I know that he will never be able to survive prison.” “I know that he watches me intently. He’s probably wondering what I’m going to do, but I don’t even know that myself. I’m this close to pulling the trigger and ending his reign of terror once and for all. His days of tempting girls with photo shoots and modeling gigs are over. I can’t do this. It’s not because I don’t want to. It’s because I can’t give him the satisfaction of being snuffed out in the blink of an eye”
She fired the shot thinking that if she couldn’t kill him, then she could at least make him feel a pain like no other. She turned to Jordan. He showed no emotion like he didn’t care one way or the other.
Jordan thought for a moment that she had handled her business. It wasn’t until he heard a string of profanity coming from Dylan’s lips that he realized that she didn’t finish the job. He snatched the gun away from the grip of Lila. Her hands were shaking. He knew that this was the first time that she had ever shot a gun and self defense or otherwise. Pulling at the zipper on his coat, he looked into the viewfinder and saw that Dylan was on the ground screaming bloody murder. He was holding onto the wound to his knee.
Without looking at her, he decided to praise her efforts “I don’t think that I could’ve done better myself. If you were aiming to make the maximum amount of damage, then you have succeeded. From the looks of it, I believe that his knee has shattered. He probably won’t be able to walk the same way ever again.” The police were now looking around, as they cornered Melanie against the fence. She didn’t put up any kind of fight. Dylan was writhing in agony and they called for an ambulance, but still had to put the handcuffs on him to make sure that he wasn’t going to get away.
“I have to say that was somewhat satisfying. You do know that with those shots you have declared open season on Jamison?” “I think he knows that. We won’t be able to stay in one place for too long. They will be coming for us. Jamison will automatically think that I was some kind of bad influence. He’ll put a price on both of our heads.” She moved away from her position and made her way down to the mustang on the other side of the hill. It was sitting at the side of the road. The road in question was an old side road that was used back in the day. It was mostly tumbleweeds and old forgotten homes that had found themselves in disrepair.