Chapter 19 - He's Insane...

Stacey's POV:

“One question. Here to kill me?”

He’s pausing.

“What do you think?”

Yeah, well….

“Who?”

“Our boss. Clayton Graham. You know, you sent him to prison a month ago. With four bullets in him.”

I throw my chin, bobbing my head, chewing from my left cheek.

Yeah, I was expecting this…. Ha-ha!

“How’s prison for him?” I’m in a relaxed voice, still with my back at them, not caring about anything, as my cold persona is taking in my body, mind, heart, and soul. It’s an automatic thing for one like me.

“So good that he sent us after you.” His voice is playing the words. I sigh.

Oh yeah…. Well, Stacey, if you allow them to shoot you to death, everything gets solved. Anna will be given upon my death the trust fund of 48 million dollars I set for her if anything happens to me, and all my possessions will go on her name, the agency will step back as the contract expires when I’m dead, and Brian stupid is left with his life as I was shot down. For the loving me part, he’ll be fine. I’m not the one for him anyways. So yeah, perfect timing with these fuckers and perfect solution for all parties. And I get eternal rest…. When the bullets will fire my body, I just need to relax and not fight it…. And all will be done. Yeah…. I’m done anyways…. I’m tired…. This is the end for me. I have no fucking regrets. I made my parents proud of me…. It’s time for me to join them…. Anna will be fine….

“Turn around.”

I’m shaking my head, smiling, not turning around.

“Fucker? If I turn around, all of you will be dead in seconds. Just fucking shoot me to death, before I fucking change my mind. I know you’re all men and twenty-four of you. All armed. I know even the distance between all of you. From your footsteps when you got down your cars, I can label each of you by height, weight, constitution. And by your voice, you’re not older than 29. You’re positioned in three rows at my back. And you’ve just looked at your back to see if there are indeed two rows behind you. See? I know it all, fucker. So, you’ve got three seconds to shoot the hell out of me until I’m dead, or I turn around and massacre all of you.”

He’s silent, like the rest of them. Yeah, I mean my words. This is my job. To know all of these. And to eliminate in seconds.

Just relax and don’t fight it, Stace…. Calm and all will be done, baby….

“Three! Two!”

A bullet is fired and burns my right shoulder…. I don’t go down or turn around. I’m steady. This is nothing to me. I’m just laughing…. Ha-ha! I’m waiting, but there’s no second bullet.

Why, fucker? Ha-ha! Fucking amateurs…. Muhahaha!

“Missed, baby? What’s happening? Scared for the next ones? Don’t have the balls for it? I won’t go down or die because of this pathetic bullet, sucker.”

And another male voice….

“Boss? She didn’t even flinch….”

Of course I didn’t…. I’m a killing machine…. I need to take the worst and serve the worst of the worst, kid…. You’re not someone like me without being with iron balls…. Ha-ha!

I’m moving my head in disbelief, with my stare down, puffing.

“Kid? You know my name. I’m indeed Stacey Alexander the one who shoved your boss’s ass into prison like that. But. Do you fucking know who Stacey Alexander really is?” I’m getting angry….

Silence at my back as my voice is that of my top who’s about to kill, with pissed off words, ready to fuck some heads, all twenty-four of them…. And more cars are coming in a deafening squeal of tires….

I can’t fucking get killed by some amateurs…. It would be a stain on my fucking name!

“STACEY!”

Brian fucker….

Yeah, I’ve received another bullet under my right shoulder, but I’m still standing and now getting my gun out and start shooting them in seconds, getting out my second gun to deal with the ones at my right, too. Yeah, I’ve got no fucking problem I’m fucking shot twice! And my fucking pride as a top couldn’t let me get killed by some shmucks!

Brian and his men with Sam and my men have no time to shoot them as I do. Brian is losing his mind, running to me as I’m bleeding, but I’m fine, smirking at the dead bodies, putting my guns at my back.

“Fucking amateurs…. I’m fine! Don’t touch me!”

He’s freaked out as I’m wounded and he’s acting like I’m some baby in danger. But I yank my hand at him to not touch me, firing his stare at me. I’m in my thunders stare at him.

“YOU’RE NOT FINE! YOU’RE SHOT! BLEEDING! STOP TORTURING ME!”

Oh yeah? Ha-ha! THIS IS ME, FUCKER! I’M FINE!

“I’m fine! Stop yelling! It’s a clean wound! The bullets got out! This is nothing to me! Move away! Sam!” I push him aside and walk to Sam who’s coming to us as the others are assessing the dead fuckers to know who they were.

Yeah, I’m like nothing happened to me, walking and acting normal, just that I’ve got the wounds and blood on me snaking to my hand. Yeah, well….

“Yes, sir!”

“Clayton Graham’s men.” I tell him while walking to the car enraged and set on driving to the fucking prison to end the fucker.

“WHAT?! STACEY!” Brian is coming after me by his voice and I’m rolling my eyes as I’m not fucking used to someone being like this with me and he fucking annoys me!

STOP YELLING! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!

He fucking grabs me before I turn around, and I’m in his fucking arms!

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! STOP BEING CRAZY! I SAID I’M FINE!” No, I don’t feel the bullet wounds as my blood is on fire and I’m used to such stuff.

And he’s breathing like a stabbed bull, avoiding my stare, taking me to his car.

“SHUT UP! I DON’T WANT TO FUCKING HEAR IT! CLAYTON IS DEAD! JEFFERSON! DRIVE TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL! NOW!”

Jesus….

I’m crossing my arms, staring at him with a narrowed frowned stare, not believing all this, with pursed lips, clenching my jawline. He’s between anger and pain in his eyes, and I can feel his heart is running miles at full speed in his chest. And yeah, he’s all tensed-up in body.

I’ve got a headache….

“Did you say, by chance, for me to FUCKING SHUT UP?! HUH?!” Of course it’s an offense to me! NOBODY, EVER, DARES TO TELL ME TO SHUT UP! He’s getting with me in the car while I’m boiling and we’re in a lock of war stares! Yeah, I’m on his lap…. But I’m hyped on the other stuff, ignoring this.

Son of a fucking bitch and when you’ve entered in my fucking life!

“Yes! I did! My baby….” He’s taking off the side of my jacket to see my wounds for the ‘my baby’ part. I’m blinking at him.

He’s insane….

I’m the same with my crossed arms and everything, flaring under my nostrils at him. His eyes have darker shades of his dark jade inching my shoulder to see. My heart is wrapping in warmth again at him and racing like never before. I don’t fucking recognize this feeling as he’s driving me crazy with his entire attitude and all he’s done! The car is starting with speed per orders.

“Stop touching me!” I slap his hand to remove it from me and attempt to stand up from him after I fire him with my stare. “Unbelievable! You son of a fucking b….” He grabs my head forcing a kiss on me and I’m exploding!

I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU! GET OFF ME!

I’m pushing him to make him stop, with my right hand, and he’s not! Now I’m slapping his shoulder as he’s deep kissing me while I’m cursing him in his mouth, and it’s not working to halt the madness! I’m now grabbing his hair at his back and pull him by it, squeezing it hard, while both of us are out of air and my heart is almost popping out of my chest!

HOW THE FUCK DO YOU DARE?! MOTHERFUCKER! Oh! I’m getting dizzy…. This fucker…. He’s impossible….

Without realizing or being able to go against anymore, my hand decreases its squeezing on his hair, my eyes are shutting and I’m responding to his intoxicating kissing….

I’m crazy…. Yep…. He has fucked my mind with his fucking madness…. Once I’m going to regain my sanity, he’s so dead…. Oh yes…. Maybe because I’m shot? I don’t think so…. I’ve never done this before…. The son of a bitch would be killed…. Such a weird feeling…. And my heart is like a fucking magnet to him…. This is so wrong…. I’m not like this…. But this crazy stupid is healing me…. Ha-ha! He’s still dead though…. He, he, he…. Poor thing doesn’t even know how fucking crazy I am by fucking nature…. I can’t help it…. Alright. I’ll give you a chance on me. But there’s no fucking involved. He, he, he…. Oh! Torture? It hasn’t even begun yet, buddy…. Hell’s trials are on the horizon for you…. For now, I’m considering your life. For the loving and accepting you part, you’ve got a long way ahead, pal…. Oh yeah…. Ha-ha!

Yeah, he’s in a hunger kissing with me, tightening me on him. I can’t say I don’t have pleasant chills down my spine and some waves of butterflies swarming in my body…. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to break and accept him just like that. I’m not one to put feelings above thinking, no matter what. In all that I do. I’m someone who must align feelings with judgement in a perfect balance to decide. If there’s no harmony and equality between feelings and judgement, there’s a problem, and the decision won’t be favorable. So yeah.

“I love you, baby…. Stop paining me….” He’s kissing my lips while speaking and I’m in a narrowed frown stare at him with a cut breathing. He’s with a euphoric dark jade stare, caressing my face.

Oh! You haven’t experienced pain yet…. Muhahaha! You must pay for all the decisions you’ve made at my back and this…. And what’s next…. You decided you want me, you’ll have the complete, real me, fucker…. Ha-ha! You don’t know what you’ve wished for…. But you’ll get to know soon enough….

“Stop kissing me and let me get down.” I’m attempting to stand down and move on the other seat, but he’s not letting go.

YOU! I SAID STOP! DON’T GET ME ANNOYED AGAIN! I DON’T FUCKING RESPOND WELL!