JT
I'm finishing up paperwork when my phone rings. It's two in the morning. Who would be calling now?
"Capone is all alone while his friends are at home. Tell me JT why is that? I thought you ran in little cockroach packs."
"Razor. What do you want Derek?"
"What no high how are you? So mean," he drawls with a dramatic whine. When I don't reply he sighs heavily. "You betrayed me, just like C.H.A.O.S. betrayed my older brother. I want Tempest, C.H.A.O.S., and the Death Kings dead. The survivors will suffer knowing they are the reason their team members are dead."
"You killed innocent people and left child parentless! They had nothing to do with us or C.H.A.O.S."
"But it hurt the Death Kings, which is what I wanted. Them—in pain."
"Now I'm going to use you to weaken Tempest and hurt that little viper bitch who took my right hand. Lefty is not as good at getting me off like Righty was," he croons.
I grab my twin pistols from their holsters, flicking off the safety and cocking them so that they are ready to be fired. His words have me on edge and I dislike what he insinuating.
"JT get out of there! Run!" I hear Carley in the background. Carley shouldn't be with Razor. Where the hell is the rest of C.H.A.O.S?! Those couyons should have protected her! She just had their third baby a month ago!
Carley's first child is a little miniature version of Jase. Their second child is a Lachlan clone. This one, there is no doubt it's Weston's with the same eye shape, nose, and darker skin tone only with Carley's blonde hair. I'm curious if the baby's eyes will turn brown or stay blue. I have a feeling if they decide to have a fourth child, it'll be Arson's turn to make one.
"Carley! If you hurt her I'll..."
"Kill me?" He sings. "You'll be dead soon, so good luck with that. I'm not going to hurt Carley, oh no. She is going to be mine again like she was meant to be. I'm also going to break that Viper bitch so that she begs me to fuck her too."
"Sawyer is going to kill you if you try you sadistic fuck!" Carley yells at him.
He laughs... no, not just laughs. He cackles like the evil villain he is and hangs up the phone.
This is a strange night. First Callix shows up apologizing and acting strange. Now Razor Grothman is talking with me on the phone and my friend is warning me to run from my club. Why did she tell me to run? Is there someone in the club with me? It's quiet. I can't hear a thing.
I decide to exit my office to search the club. I've checked all the staff rooms, nothing seems out of place. I check the stages, but still nothing. The main area is clear. I'm alone except for a black duffle bag behind one of the bars. Someone must have left it, probably one of my staff.
I pick the bag up and set it on the bar top. It's heavy and there was a metallic clang as I lowered it. I open it so that I might be able to discover whom it belongs to. It's a bomb! It's counting down seconds. I'm not going to have enough time to escape the blast.
"I love you, Capone." "JT, mo linm twa bel gason (I love you handsome man.)." I hear Sawyer and Jensen's words telling me that love me in two different languages. Jensen and Carmen's father is Cajun, so they are both fluent in it. Growing up in the melting pot of Louisiana their many unique languages in the state you pick up.
I need to survive for them. I run to the opposite bar, underneath is a cellar that we use as a holding cell if we need to glean information for a job. If I can make it...
I don't. The bomb explodes, taking me and my club with it.