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My gaze meets the kidnapper’s in the rearview mirror. He looks away, going back to the road. I glance behind us to see the woman is following.
What if Jacobdoeskill innocent people? When I thought he just killed bad guys, that was different. But what if he kills good guys, too? What does that mean for us? Could I still be with him? Would I be able to live with that truth?
“What’s your name?” I ask the man.
“Doesn't matter,” he responds, sounding bored as he turns onto the highway.
“Where are you taking me?”
“To die.” His eyes meet mine in the mirror again, and he smirks. I look back to make sure Jacob is still following us.
“I’ll try not to make it hurt … too much.” This jerk wants to see me scared. He’s getting off on it.
I give him nothing. I bet if Jacob could see me, he’d be so proud of me. “You know Mr. Black?”
“Everyone knows him.”
“Why does everyone know him?” I can’t stop myself from asking questions. It’s my nature.
“When you’re the best at something, your name gets around.”
“And Jacob is the best at killing?” I look down at my hands that I’m wringing together now. When Jacob is with me, he doesn't seem like a killer. He did tell me over and over that he was a bad man. I wonder what led him down this path. How did he pick killing as a profession? And last but not least, how many people did he have to kill in order to be known as the best at it?
“Yes, except for little blond girls.” This time when he looks at me his eyes roam my body. I push back in my seat, wanting to get away from him. “You must be something special.” He licks his lips. “Maybe we’ll get a chance for you to show me what’s so special about you.”
“He’ll kill you.” Jacob might have been sent to kill me, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He might be a killer, but he’s mine now.
“If he’s going to kill me, I might as well have a little fun before he does.”
I don’t know if he’s trying to scare me or he means his words. Either way, bile rises in my throat.
“Fuck!” he shouts, then turns to look behind us.
I follow his line of sight and see the SUV swerving back and forth on the highway.
“Fuck fuck fuck!”
I gasp when the SUV takes a hard turn before flipping over and skidding off the road.
“Jacob!” I cry. “Are you going to stop? We have to help them.” We get farther and farther from the SUV as he picks up speed. “Your friend. What about her?”
“Fuck her. Now shut up. I need to think.” He gases it even more, the SUV and Jacob fading behind us.
“No.” Tears stream down my face. There’s no stopping him now. I watch until I can no longer see the SUV. He’s all right. I tell myself. The accident wasn't that bad. This one didn't blow up, so that’s a positive.
“Fuck,” I hear the man say again. I turn back around and watch him. His whole demeanor has changed now. He’s scared. He knows Mr. Black is free. He knows that within seconds he went from the hunter to the hunted. I have a sneaking suspicion that Mr. Black isn’t going to show him an ounce of mercy.
“You could let me out. Then he can’t chase you.”
“Shut up.”
“He’ll be more worried about getting me somewhere safe, and you could get away.”
With an angry grunt, he jerks the vehicle over to the side of the road, then grabs a silver roll of tape from the passenger seat. He rips off a piece before leaning into the back and putting it over my mouth.
“Remove it, and I’ll hog tie you.” He tosses the tape into the floorboard before pulling back onto the road. He may have sealed my mouth shut, but he’s also sealed his fate. My Jacob said I should never be silenced.
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