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“Yes, are you?” I give him one look that silently tells him to fuck off. Tonight, for the first time, I’m about to kill someone that isn’t in my plan. Someone that has no link to finding the other man I want. I’m killing him because he hurt Hope and that doesn’t sit right with me. “I have a place don't worry, and I take it you don't want any other toys?" Jackson taps on the table for me to look at him again.
“No, I don’t want anything else there; this one is going to be a little more—”
"Personal." Jackson finishes the sentence for me, and I give my answer to him without even looking over at Hope. “We all see it, well fuckIsee it, Leo. There's something different about you, and it all started the moment you sawher.” He glances at Hope, then slowly back to me. “But don’t you think she’s broken enough without you fucking with her more?”
Now, that’s not what I thought he was going to say. Jackson knows me better than anyone else; he knows that I don’t fuck about with girls. I can’t even remember the last girl I fucked.
"I know she's broken Jackson, but you know me. I don't want to hurt her; I want to slowly put all the pieces together," I tell him as I look behind me at Hope walking around the kitchen with her head down. She looks a little more tense than usual, and I have a feeling that has to do with showing me the place.
Jackson hisses in a whisper, “How about you fixyourfucking broken pieces before you try and fix hers? Because at the moment, there’s more chance of you breaking her more.” Wow, he really isn’t holding anything back today about my feelings for Hope.
"Why the fuck do you think I'll break her more? I'm the one that wants to fix her," I tell him, and he knows.
He softens a little. “Then fix yourself.”
“Maybeshe’sthe one that can fix my broken pieces,” I bite back. I never thought of it like that before, but maybe wearegood for each other. I just have to get her to feel the same way about me.
* * *
I wrap Hope tighter in her coat. It seems to have gotten colder out tonight. Jackson told me the location that he would have everything ready for me once we knew who the asshole was.
"Ready?" I ask her. She has been more distant than usual, and I know it's to do with this situation. She did ask if we could go a little later when there would be less people out there. I agreed just to make her feel more comfortable about taking me.
She gives me a nod and the moment we get out of the car she has her head down. She asked to go to Central Park as she knew the way by walking from there. I had to stop myself from smiling. How would she know where the roads are? She would have to look up to know that.
I glance over at Jackson as Hope starts walking with her head down. It’s interesting watching her walking around people without even seeing where they are coming from.
We walk for about thirty minutes before she stops in front of a few houses and she points to a house on the left.
Jackson leans in and whispers, “So, how are you going to find out which one it was?” Now that’s a question I don’t have the answer for.
Standing there for a moment as I work on a plan, I light up a cigarette and inhale, letting the smoke settle in my lungs. I have two choices. Wait out here until the bastard comes out, or walk straight in with Hope and get her to point him out to me. But the moment they find out he's dead, the finger will be pointed at me.
“I’ll go in and play the lawyer card,” Jackson tells me walking away. I look down at Hope as she puts her hands into her pockets. Standing in front of her I pull her closer to me, wrapping my left arm around her so that she can have some of the warmth from my body. Feeling her hot breath hitting my chest, I want to smile, but I don’t. I need to focus on what I have planned for the night; I need to have a clear mind for it.
Jackson returns and hands his phone to me. “So, I have a picture of all the men in there, just have to get Hope to point him out. I told them that I’d go to the police about what they’re doing there if anyone refused to have their picture taken. He laughed. “Most of them were high and didn’t even know I was taking photos. Two of them said no, but I took them anyway.”
"And after tonight then what?" I ask him. The reason that I have him with me is because if anything goes wrong, he knows the law and would be able to get us out of trouble. But showing his face like that isn't exactly going to help.
Jackson doesn’t seem worried. “Before they even know the asshole is dead, I’ll have something to blackmail them with to make sure that their mouths stay shut about me being here.”
"Can you flick through and see which one he is?" I ask Hope, and she takes the phone from my hand. I see her finger moving the picture as she points to the culprit.
She hands the phone back to me, and I take one look then turn to Jackson. "I'm taking Hope home; I'll be there in an hour. You take John, I'll bring the other car," I tell him and without a word Jackson gives me a nod as I walk away from him.
* * *
I told Hope to go to sleep once we left the bastard’s house. She mentally locked herself away when we were heading back home; she didn’t even lift her head up once, not even for a second but I chose not to ask her what was wrong. Pointing the asshole out was enough for me.
It took over an hour to get to the warehouse and as I walk in Jackson tells me, “I think I’m going to enjoy watching you kill him. I know that we go after certain people, but this is one fucked up man,” he says as I take his cigarette from him.
Slowly walking over and sitting on the chair in front of the bastard, I glare at him. He looks like one of these pimps that will mess up a girl if she doesn’t do as she’s told. The fucker stares back at me as though he has so much to say and I don’t think any of it will be nice.
There's a stupid smirk on his face, and I want to beat it off him. "You know if you just tell me the girl's name that fucked up your day, I'm more than happy to—"
“Shut the fuck up!” I want this man to feel pain; I want him to know that he messed with the wrong girl and I’m going to make sure that this fucker never touches anyone ever again. Standing up, I grab the baseball bat from against the wall and give it a big swing then hit his knee and he screams as I hear the bone break.
“You fucking asshole!” he yells.
