Brock: A Bad Boy Romance (129 page)

They put on a show for Lionel, so that he would hear every word. They also put on the same show for Joseph sitting in his car looking through the viewfinder and seeing them both screaming and holding their head like they were feeling like it was going to explode off their shoulders. They both fell onto their knees. To put an extra spin on it, Jordan pounded his head into the floor, before rising up with blood streaming down his nose.

Thinking that it was safe to enter, Lionel the horsemen of pestilence and Timothy the horsemen of famine decided that it was time to go in and clean up the mess that they made. Timothy wanted to have the time to torture them and to feed on their fear, until they were dying with that scream caught in their throat. He stayed behind thinking ahead and not allowing himself to fall victim to any kind of trap.

Lionel opened the door and ran down the stairs in a mad rush to see his work come to life. In his haste, he forgot the first rule. The first thing that he saw was the canister unbroken. He glanced down at the broken bottle of. He lifted his head to see that Jordan was right there with gun in hand.

Chapter 2

Jordan waited, until the last possible moment and then he sprung up like a jack in the box from behind the couch. The look of surprise and shock on Lionel’s face was absolutely priceless. He didn’t give him a chance to react, as he leveled him with the gun and fired those bullets into his body. He watched as he flailed like that of some puppet being pulled by the strings. The bullets went everywhere. He heard the sound of footsteps and somebody making the sound of being struck by an errant bullet.

Lila was back behind the bar holding her ears and closing her eyes. She didn’t want to see the carnage that was taking place. The glass of the basement window shattered.

Lila stayed exactly where she was. She could only hope that Jordan had things well in hand. She had saved them from a fate worse than death and it gave her a sense of purpose to know that she was here to protect the things that she cared about most of all. “
If I wasn’t here, then he would have died for sure. There’s no way that he’s going to admit that I was helpful, but I think that I have already seen that in his eyes. I have to say that fighting alongside him has opened my eyes to how I have buried my head in the sand all these years. They made me complacent, but deep down I was still the survivor. I just needed somebody like him to coax it back out to where I could use it in the best way possible.”

Jordan leaped over the couch and jumped over the body of Lionel. He knew that Timothy was there somewhere and the trail of blood leading upstairs made him smile to think that he had injured him. He was hoping that it was a detriment to his mortality. It wasn’t enough to lay him on the stairs, but it had certainly given him a trail to follow. He didn’t hesitate, but he did move cautiously and kept his head on a swivel the entire time that he was moving up the stairs. The horseman of war was outside and the bullet that he had fired through the window of the basement had barely missed them by a fraction of an inch.

Jordan grabbed for the railing and came up into the kitchen to see that the trail of blood led into living room. He walked with confidence, until he was looking at Timothy dragging his sorry leg across the floor behind him. It was a useless piece of his anatomy and he would be better off cutting it off and using some kind of crutch or artificial limb to get away from the man that had a one track mind.

Timothy looked over his shoulder with his short dark hair matted to his forehead. “We don’t know each other very well, Jordan. I replaced the last horseman of famine. I think that you might be a little delusional into thinking that killing all of us is going to get rid of the horsemen. There are many incarnations and when one of us falls, another one is soon to replace them.” Timothy had his gun in his waistband with his hand on the butt ready to turn and fire with no emotional connection whatsoever. Like all the horsemen, they were wearing black trench coats that made them look like they were the devils personal assistant to bring new souls down into purgatory.

“I really don’t care if all of you are replaced. I’m just more concerned with the two of you at the moment. You made a mistake of coming downstairs. I thought that you were better than that. Lionel has always been the impulsive. He gets too caught up in that feeling. He doesn’t take into consideration that not all of his plans are going to work out the way that he wants them to. Your leg doesn’t look very good and I would say that I accidentally hit the femoral artery. You need emergency surgery and I could let you go, but I don’t see how that is going to help me.” Jordan knew that Timothy was not exactly a lame duck. He had always been one step ahead. He had to assume

that he had one more trick up his sleeve. They only worked together once, but it was enough.

Lila had come looking for Jordan. She probably should’ve stayed downstairs where it was safe, but she couldn’t look at the cold dead eyes of both bodies that were left behind. The blood was everywhere and she felt like she was a part of some Jackson Pollock painting that had gone awry. “
I want to make him feel better, but I can’t do that with these horsemen coming after us like they are. I was his addictive fix and I think that we were both the same in that way. I need him more than life itself and I don’t know, but I hope that we will walk away from this. I know the Jamison is never going to stop and that means his death and the death of his kids are a foregone conclusion.
” She noticed that there was a shadow coming through the door and she grabbed the only thing that she could find.

The horsemen of war Joseph had decided to come in and lend a hand. He couldn’t believe that he had missed, but he was not going to beat himself up over it. These things happen. The sun in his eyes had caused him to slip the targeting scope an inch out of focus. He should have backed down and waited for the right time, but his finger was already pressing on the trigger. There was no taking it back.

He came through the door and he walked a few steps, before something leaped onto his back. There was a pain that cut off his oxygen and made him breathe with something of a wheeze. That pain continued to strike over and over again. There was a dainty female hand on his chin and he soon found his legs buckling out from underneath him. He couldn’t stand it anymore and the color in his face had all, but drained. There was no denying that he had allowed himself to be taken.

Lila was possessed and couldn’t stop stabbing this man, until she didn’t have the energy to lift the knife anymore. It fell from her grip and landed on the cold linoleum floor. It stained the checkered pattern of white and black with smears that were not exactly easy to wipe away. She lay there with the knife lying beside the body and knowing that there was no way that anybody could survive that kind of savage attack. She had lost control and didn’t want to give up having the upper hand. “
I didn’t think that I had it in me, but I lost control for a moment. I could only see red and that translated into my body becoming a lethal weapon. I used that knife to fillet him and I doubt very seriously that he died quickly. He probably felt every single blade stroke.”

Lila looked down at the blood on her hands and she felt sick. It had nothing do with the pregnancy. That would come in time, but it was still a long ways away from happening. She felt like she wanted to throw up, but she kept it down with the bile still burning within her stomach.

Crawling over to the door leading out of the kitchen, she snuck a peek to see that Jordan was standing with gun drawn and waiting to take care of business. She wanted to believe that the man could change, but she’d seen too much in her life to think that that was even possible. There were very few instances where anybody could change the color of their spots. Everything that they were was ingrained into them. It was hard to change those things that made you what you were.

Her hand began to search the body of Timothy. She found a gun lying underneath him with the safety off. She handled the weapon and it felt like it was a part of her anatomy. It was an extension of her arm and she could see why somebody would feel that they had the power in their hand by wielding something like this. She didn’t know much about the weapon, except for what Jordan had taught her. She managed to release the clip and check to see that it was completely loaded and ready to be used in the most extreme way possible.

“You have to know that this doesn’t end well for you, Jordan. Jamison is not the kind of man that is going to lie back and let you ride off into the sunset. This can’t be much of a surprise to you and maybe you have already thought about that.” Timothy had is eyes on a mirror that showed him exactly what he wanted to see. He saw Jordan in profile with the gun drawn and ready to use it. Knowing exactly where he was made it easier for Timothy to conjure up some sort of reaction to what had already happened.

“You don’t know what the love of a good woman does to you. During one of your drunken binges, you admitted to all of us that you have never found the one that would make you think that anything was possible. You thought that people were fooling themselves into thinking that they were happy. I actually believed you at one time, but that was until Lila. She showed me that there has to be a better way and that I’ve only been making it possible for somebody to come around and take my place. We’re both feeling that age creeping up on us. It’s just a matter of time before we find ourselves playing second fiddle to some young up and coming cocksure bastard.” Jordan was not the type of man anymore that would shoot a man in the back. He could only wait until Timothy decided to do something.

Timothy was not the only one that was using the mirror to his advantage. Jordan saw the gun and took a slow deep breath with his finger on the trigger. It wasn’t going to be long before the ticking of the clock was not the only thing that would be heard in this enclosed space.

“Love has always been for fools. I thought they you were able to avoid those kinds of trappings. I guess if it could happen to you, it could happen to anybody. I’ve always been about the next available body. All the horsemen have been trained from the very beginning to deny themselves love in any form. It makes us a honed a weapon that is hard for anybody to overcome. You do know that Joseph is going to come for you. He might be already in the house.” Timothy was using whatever he could to make some sort of distraction. He saw the Jordan wasn’t biting or even flickering from his concentration. He was losing a lot of blood and he was sure that Jordan was right about cutting into his femoral artery with one of his bullets.

Jordan could see that Timothy was swaying back and forth like some kind of drunken man after last call. His shoulders had fallen forward and he looked ready to call it quits. It wasn’t like Timothy had anything left to lose and that made him a very dangerous man. He was already dying and taking Jordan with him was probably foremost on his mind.

“Love is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I didn’t know if I was capable of such an emotion. We’ve both been living with that cold and empty bed for too long. The feeling of reaching out in the middle of the night to find nobody there is not a pleasant one. I don’t want that kind of life anymore and I don’t know why others like us haven’t thought about this in the past. The steamy way that we look at each other is better than any call girl worth her salt. They are only holes to be filled, when the only hole that really needs filling is the one that’s in our heart.”

Lila heard every word and was touching her chest and feeling that kind of love that made it impossible for her to think of any way out other than with the man that she had fallen for. Her past had defined her and she was starting to think that maybe she didn’t have to allow it to be that way.
“I know that he’s an honorable man and that he won’t kill a man in cold blood by shooting them in the back. Part of me wishes that he could, but I also have to believe that death should not come that easily. We should all have a chance to face it and hopefully not blink when the time comes to survive at any cost.

Jordan was worried that Timothy was telling the truth and that Joseph was nearby. He didn’t want to risk looking around and that would’ve been the last thing that he would ever do. Being with Lila had made him see the life had passed him by. He thought that he was living in the moment, but he was mostly just going through the motions. Killing had been more of an instinctual need and not something that he enjoyed. He had convinced himself that killing was the only thing that he knew. He couldn’t think of anything that he would want to do, but that was untrue. He had always had that exit strategy, but had thought that he would be using it to escape the retaliation of some young professional that was just getting his feet wet.

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