Chapter 3
Timothy felt like it was either now or never. He was losing his edge and his lids were drooping with the loss of blood that was telling him that his heart was slowing down to a few beats a minute. He turned quickly and pulled the trigger
Jordan was lucky that the bullet that he had taken downstairs had made him favor his left arm. Thankfully, that was not his shooting arm. He fired a short burst from the automatic weapon that he had in his possession.
The impact of the bullets made Timothy propel onto the dining room table. He was going to die anyway and decided to take one last shot at immortality. Killing somebody like Jordan would have cemented his reputation even in death. Unfortunately, his last hurrah had only succeeded in bringing him his own shroud of death. He lay there looking up and he was feeling the life extinguish, but he to smile at Jordan. He was actually holding his hand at the time that the death knell came to collect him.
Jordan looked into Timothy’s eyes and then there was nothing, but a cloudy essence of what he used to be. He swallowed hard not believing that he actually felt something for a man that was here to kill him.
He let go of his lifeless hand and went over to where the bullet had gone off into the ceiling. He was able to shoot first and that made Timothy’s aim go wild. He looked at the smoking indentation of that bullet in the ceiling. He smiled thinking that for the first time in the history of the horsemen that somebody had taken them to task. He certainly didn’t do it alone. He saw the figure of a womanly form that had caught him in the snare of her love.
“I know that you feel bad about what you had to do, but it was necessary. The university is not too far away and I think that I’m ready to do what needs to be done.” She saw the man leaning to the side. His shoulder was pretty much out of commission. It was hanging there by his side and he would be lucky that he didn’t have any kind of permanent nerve damage. “I would love to stay here with him, but I’ve been sleepwalking through my life and that ends today. The only way to make this right is to make sure Jamison isn’t able to collect on the bounty on our head.”
“I shouldn’t feel anything for these people, but for some reason I do. I blame you for that.” At first, he was angry, but he was only angry at himself for allowing her to have that effect on him. “I can’t change what has happened. It’s not like I can go back in time. We still have work to do. I didn’t want you to get your hands dirty, but I am glad that you’re not some frail flower that needs me to hold her hand all the time. I think I knew that you were stronger than that when you shot that bullet and gave Dylan something to remember you by. He probably doesn’t even know who took the shot, but we both know and I think that is all that matters.”
They didn’t go out the front door and they heard people outside and the sound of the distance sirens getting closer. “There’s no way for us to clean this mess up. I have this feeling that your prints are not exactly on file with the authorities. If they were to find mine, then they might put some of the pieces into the right puzzle. They’ve already declared that I was dead and that was something that was made very clear to me from the moment of my capture. That told me that nobody was coming and that everybody that knew me thought that I had passed away in some boating accident. They did have a way of making you feel like you had no way out.” “I know that I came to him through Jamison’s invitation. I think that he would’ve thought differently had he known what was going to happen. This was not his grand scheme and what we were doing was causing him more trouble than what we were worth.”
They managed to get back to the mustang and found that it was still exactly where they left it. They drove through the neighborhood seeing the police on the scene and knowing that it was by their doing that these people had took their last breath.
There was that awkward silence in the air. They were both trying to process what had happened and how close they had come to actually seeing their life vanish in front of them. Jordan looked at where the baby was now growing and knew that this was the main reason why he had decided to change his ways. He would’ve thought nothing of it to kill all of them, but he couldn’t do that without feeling like it was self defense. These guys were one in a million and he was sure that Jamison had others waiting to step into their shoes.
They drove for the next 20 minutes, until they arrived at the college campus. They surveyed the area for another 20 minutes to make sure that there weren’t any unwanted surprises. “I don’t feel right about this, Lila. It has always been an unwritten rule that family was off limits. He won’t think that I would stoop this low, but I have no choice. I need to make sure that vengeance can never be found in the heart of those that he has sired.” They had the necessary documentation to verify the identity of his two children. The female of the duo was now walking across campus wearing a plaid skirt and a white blouse with a red tie. She was alone and walking. She was pretty much open for this kind of attack.
“We may not have to make any sort of approach. We just need to wait for a moment where we can act without being seen. Follow her from a discreet distance. We need to remember that she is from the Jamison household and that she has probably been taught to spot a tail a mile away. I do know that Jamison has left them out of the business, but it’s not like they don’t know what’s going on. He has weekend time with his children. I’ve seen them a little hesitant to use whatever he is teaching at the time. His son Raymond is a little more ready to step into a more management type of role. Tilley is more her own woman, but that cannot play into this. We can’t think of her as an individual and if we do, we will only hesitate and that could lead to Jamison figuring out what we are doing.” “I don’t want to do this, but if we are going to, then we should do it right. Make it quick and painless and hide the body, until we can take care of Raymond and his father.”
I know that this doesn’t sit very well with you, Lila. It can’t be easy to see me do these things and think for a second that I am going to be able to lay down my arms. I don’t know what the future holds and I don’t think that anybody does. I can only promise that I will try to do better, but this life has a funny way of getting its hooks into you and never letting go.” Jordan was very aware that what they were about to do was something that not many in his profession would think about doing. He had talked to several of his colleagues in the past and none of them ever spoke of killing the innocent. There was one named Deacon that said the time for hesitation was in the comfort of your priest. In the field, you acted first and ask questions later.
Deacon was that kind of killer that didn’t mind any kind of collateral damage. He said that if anybody got in his way, then they were supposed to feel what it was like to be killed by his hand. He even bragged about doing jobs that the rest of them would turn down. It always had something to do with kids and even their death did not give him a moment of pause. Deacon was the kind of killer that didn’t think about what he did. He had spoke often of some of the tales and even those more seasoned veterans felt like he was pushing the envelope a little bit too far. They wouldn’t say that to his face, but it was a known fact that Deacon was not the type of man that you would want coming after you in the dead of night.
“Give me the gun and let me do this one.” She reached for the weapon and found that Jordan was not exactly happy with her taking matters into her own hands. “What you need to remember is that we’re both in this together. In for a penny and in for a pound. If we need to do this, then I should at least be complicit and not just aware of what you’re doing for me and the child. I think that I’ve already proven myself.” He finally relented and gave Lila the weapon with the silencer attached. They were close to an alley and Tilley had turned and went into it as a form of escape from the rest of the world.
She had the cigarette lit and had it up to her mouth, when she felt that something was wrong. Tilley turned and saw the car idling at the front of the Alley. She squinted her eyes and then her mouth opened and the cigarette dropped from where it was currently located. Her head snapped back with the impact of the bullet and she knew by seeing the bright lights that her father was the reason for this. Her head landed on the pavement at exactly the same time that the cigarette did with the ash now burning with no way for anybody to suck it down into their lungs.
Lila could only think of her family and that gave her the courage to take the life of a girl that really didn’t do anything to anybody. It didn’t mean that she wasn’t going to and it was almost assured me that Jamison would bring her into the business when she was old enough to know better. He had sheltered them from the real world and that was only going to get both of them killed. She never did understand the reason why she needed to learn how to defend herself or shoot a gun. It seemed like a bonding moment for the men in the family, but he had insisted that she tag along and learn these things.
Lila closed the window and laid the smoking gun in her lap. She stared at it in a trance, not quite believing that she had actually pulled the trigger. She had to put this deep down where it would do her no harm. She couldn’t believe that Jordan had given his consent, but then again she was quite adamant about taking this risk on her own. She did Tilley the respect of letting her see it coming. “I wish that things could be different, but if my family is to survive, then Jamison’s family can’t be left to come after us. I know that this was the right thing to do, but it doesn’t make me feel any better. She may have been innocent, but she wouldn’t remain that way for long. He was grooming both off spring to take over and I doubt it very seriously that he would’ve been willing to take no for an answer. He would corrupt her young mind with power. Power was the thing that corrupted those that didn’t know any better.”
“I know exactly where Raymond is at this very moment. You’re going to have to excuse me for a moment to get rid of the body. I know this area and that Dumpster won’t be cleaned out until later tomorrow night. You don’t have to look at me like that and I know how this sounds. Treating her like a piece of garbage is not something that I want to live with, but it’s necessary to keep our secret.” He got out and looked both ways to make sure that there weren’t those that had decided to become a pain in his ass.
He sprinted across the street, lifting her body quickly and heaving it into the Dumpster that was wide open. He jumped inside and buried her underneath the refuse. He almost felt like that his life meant nothing. Karma was a bitch and one day it was going to come around and bite him where the sun didn’t shine. He uncovered her face for a moment and looked at that Angelic unblemished face. She showed no signs of being some criminal mastermind, but her life had already been planned out from the moment that she was born. Jamison wanted her to stand beside her brother and give him the necessary advice to keep him from going off half cocked and doing something that would bring the authorities or a rival faction down onto their heads.
Jordan knew that she was better off this way. It didn’t seem all that long ago that he was innocent himself. He didn’t need much to live on, but he was conscious to keep some of his earnings in the Cayman Islands. He didn’t want any problem with the IRS. That was a three letter acronym organization that he didn’t want to fight. They were worse than any other government organization including the FBI, CIA or even the DEA.
He jumped back out of the Dumpster and made his way back over to where Lila was shaking her head back and forth in obvious denial. “I did that. I took her life when she had barely begun living. I will most likely see her face every time that I close my eyes. It won’t be the first time that I’ve been haunted by images and it won’t be the last.”