An Assassin's Trust [Watty Awards]

Chapter Fourteen

Remember when I told you guys that I was going to finish this book this summer? Hahahaha. That was a really good fucking joke wasn't it. In all seriousness though, I'm sorry. I should be done with this book by now, I've been writing for over a year and I'm only on chapter fourteen. :( It's just hard you know? 

I'm going back to college on Monday and I know that I won't be able to update much this year but I will do my best. Before I left, I wanted to give you guys this chapter. It's dedicated to all of my readers that are still with me. I love you all and please stay with me. I WILL FINISH THIS BOOK.

So here is Chapter Fourteen of An Assassin's Trust, Enjoy! :)

“I’m going to take a quick shower, Jade can I trust that you’ll be sitting there once I return?” Sam asked, but it didn’t sound that much like a question, it sounded like more of a statement. He wasn’t messing around this time.

      “I can’t make any promises,” I replied. There was no way that I wouldn’t take the opportunity to make a break for it the minute he left. I had to find Andrew. Sam glared at me from his seat.

      “Don’t worry; I’ll make sure she stays put.” Julian smiled. This made Sam glare even harder. I don’t think he liked the idea of Julian making me do anything but he got up anyway and went to the loo. As soon as Sam turned the corner and I heard the bathroom lock click into place, I leapt up from my seat with my eyes trained on the front door.

      “Ah, ah, ah, not so fast there my little escapee. I meant what I said about making sure you stayed put. There are things we have to discuss.” Julian said. He was across the table and in front of me in the blink of an eye. I placed a hand at my waist and cocked my hip, sending him hard glare.

      “Julian get the fuck out of my way.” I growled out. No one was keeping me from finding Andrew or my father. I’ve been searching for three years and this was the best lead that I could have ever dreamed of getting. If I had to restrain Julian myself so that I could leave, then I would. By any means necessary, I would.

Almost as if he sensed that he was going to be attacked, Julian quickly reached out and landed a quick punch to my injured shoulder. I bit my bottom lip to muffle the scream from leaving my mouth as the pain coursed through my entire arm. His punch wasn’t that hard but it sure did what it was supposed to do.

      “I know that look in your eyes Jade, it’s the look when you’re about to do something completely irrational. You’re clearly not going to get very far with that injury, so spill it hothead.” Julian leaned against the counter top waiting for me to speak up. I could tell by the expression on his face that he wasn’t really playing around. In the past I’ve made very rash decisions, that he greatly disapproved of and although I always got the job done, I usually found that Julian’s way probably would have been a bit more beneficial to my well-being. So with a sigh I pulled out the card that I picked up at the warehouse and quickly told him everything.

I told him that I believed that I saw Andrew on my mission yesterday, that he fit the description perfectly. I told him about the ‘you’re late’ comment that left the man’s lips, right before he fell back into the window and seemed to vanish with the wind. I told him how for the first time in 3 years I wasn’t actually the one to take out the target, to complete the mission, and I as I said it out loud I realized that fact bothered me quite a lot. I finally told him that I was going to go down to that fake pharmaceutical company, kill everyone there-- including Andrew-- and get my fucking father back. By the time I finished explaining everything to Julian I was slightly out of breath.

      “Do you understand now? So if you’d just excuse me…” I tried to move past him, but he was too quick.

      “Jade did you not hear anything I said before about your arm or do I need to punch you again? You aren’t in a good a good mindset or physical state to go down there. Have you ever stopped for a minute to think that all this could be a trap? Who accidentally leaves a business card with their name and address on it after they’ve killed someone? He wanted you to find it Jade, he knew that you would be too angry to think it through. Then he’d have you right where he wanted you.” Julian tried reasoning with me.