The Consequences of Loving You

Chapter 17.

~Joshua~

After leaving Jessica in her office, I left work and sped straight home.

I made sure Melissa was situated in her hotel with our son Jacob.

I knew they might not be safe once the shit finally hit the fan.

I strode into the back of my closet for my suitcase, threw it on the bed, and started adding clothes.

My phone rang.

I picked up my phone and frowned at the screen.

It was my father.

I groan and pressed Answer, putting the device between my ear and shoulder.

"What's this about you taking a vacation?" He questioned gruffly.

I sighed and kept packing.

Not even a hello.

"Yes. I'm going on a short vacation for a couple of days...or weeks."

"For what?!" He bellowed. "You just took over the company and now you're taking a 'break'? Hell no! You're not going anywhere."

I roll my eyes and zipped my suitcase up.

I grabbed it and walked back into the living room before answering him.

"There's nothing you can do." I said, shutting all the lights off and opening the front door. "Plus I'll only be gone a couple of weeks at the leas-"

My sentence was cut short when I saw who was standing on the other side of the door.

He smiled and pointed the gun at my chest, directly above my heart.

"Leaving so soon? I don't think so."

~Jessica~

I finished up my report and stood up, balancing the pile of papers on one arm.

I looked down at my phone for any messages from Joshua.

None.

I took a couple steps towards the door when it opened.

Amy took a couple of steps in.

I looked up from my phone.

"Oh, Amy. When did you come in?" I asked.

She usually came into my office and told me when she arrived.

Does it matter?" She snapped.

I narrowed my eyes.

"Excuse me?" I asked calmly.

"Nothing." She said quickly, rolling her eyes.

She closed the door behind her but doesn't step away from it.

"Look, I don't know what your problem is but-" I started.

"Oh save the bullshit Jessica." She spit.

Click.

The door locked.

She locked the door?!

Why would she do that?

"What are you doing?" I asked, taking a cautious step back.

She stepped forward.

"Something I should have done a long time ago." She said, pulling something from behind her.

The office lights reflected off of it.

It's a gun.

"Amy..." I whispered. "What are you doing with that?"

"Isn't it obvious?" She smirked. "I'm here to kill you."