Chapter 54

"Finally, some peace and quiet." Angela sits on the sofa, stretching out and facing the cabinet. The house is somewhat too quiet; she is used to a house full of people. Her parents always had people over, and on the corner of the window stood a flower pot. The white leather sofa with its backside facing the window is where her dad always sat reading the newspaper on Sunday. He had switched off his phone on a Sunday and sat all day on that couch. Her mother would only go out when he was not home; when he was there, she was there. Angela stared at the plant; it had grown quite abit for a seven-month-old plant, but her mom told everyone never to water that specific plant. It's one of those plants that never need watering. It was a snake plant also known as Sansevieria. The yellow edges blended with the green. Her mother was alot around that specific plant; she had not known why her mom was so attached. There came days when their dad argued she cared more for her plant than anyone else around her.

Angela stood up from the sofa, touching the pointy plant. She glances out of the window before removing her phone, "Jack, how far are you and Nicole?"

"We are on our way. Do you know what Marcus wanted to talk to Claire about?"

"No, I'm as surprised as you were. They laughed quite abit, I would say he is fine, but we need the doctor's confirmation to release him."

"Is Claire with you?"

"No, she stayed behind, saying she would sit with him till they dispatch him."

"That is probably a great idea."

"Jack, help me?"

"What is happening there?"

"I have to go, Angela. We wil catch up later."

"Jack, wait, what is happening?"

Beep, beep, beep. "Jack, hello, are you there."

"Dammit, I can never get rest around."

Jack ran over to Nicole; they were by the beach. She was not in the sand; she was anticipating talking and walking through the sand.

Three men approached her; they were casually dressed and walked up to her because they found her attractive. This had caused her to have back flashes from what happened to her. She stood by the pole when the men approached her; Jack ran up to her. "Nicole, are you okay.?"

The three men stepped closer, "we weren't intending to harm you by asking for your number."

Jack took Nicole by her hand, "let's go."

The three men then jumped in front of Jack and Nicole, "now is not a good time to play the superhero."

"Get the lady to give us her number; then we will consider letting you go."

Jack looked around. The beach patrol policeman was too far.

"Gentleman, with all due respect, she is scared; as you can see, please move on."

Jack stood there with his black vest, exposing the tattoo he had on his chest. He wore black jeans and sneakers. Nicole had changed after the hospital to a pair of shortcut jeans and one of Jack's shirts, tying a knot in the front, exposing her belly ring.

"You will not be getting her number; as you can see, she feels uncomfortable giving it to you."

"What can't the bitch talk for herself." Jack took a breath and put his hand behind his back, hands shaking because he knew what he could do, and he would rip this guy's throat out any second. Jack walked up to the guys and his chest against theirs, "if you knew half the shit she has been through, you would take that bitch word back."

The guys looked at each other as two women walked past them with their puppies on a leash. "Maybe your girlfriend should be on that leash?" The one guy said mockingly.

Jack tightened his fist as he felt a hand over his fist coming from the back. He turned around and saw behind him stood a guy with tattoos all over his face; it was Silencer, and he was with seven guys. Silencer wore a black hoodie and was wearing those pointed rings with demonic symbols on them.

"Let's keep it clean," Jack said.

"Keep what clean, asshole?"

Jack grinned, and behind him came the silencer, with his hands behind his back.

"Jack, who are they?" Said Nicole stepping back, "looks evil," she pointed at the silencer.

"These are Claire's and your brother's friends. Don't be scared."

The Silencer stepped closer, and the three guys stopped; they were like statues, speechless. They have read about him and seen people who spoke of him never return to finish the story. The three guys felt the hair on the back of their necks go up as their hearts raced faster words went as far as their thought and never escaped their mouths. The silencer inhaled, breathing in the fear as the adrenalin kicked in, "I want all three of them."

He looked at Jack, Jack looked down, then walked up to the Silencer. One of the men had pissed in their pants; the Silencer's appearance always pulled a crowd of people. The crowd came closer as Nicole took both her hands and gripped them onto Jack's vest. The men then realized that Jack had the same tattoo as silence on the front of his neck, just Jack's tattoo was smaller and more detailed with interior lines which appeared like the number of killings.

"Teach them a lesson they won't ever forget, but do this without drawing attention."

"Glad will do so, Sir."

"You said his friends Jack, and his now calling you Sir? Is there something I should know?"

"They are here to help us. They are friends of your brother and Claire."

"Oh yes, you said that. I am sorry."

"It's okay. You can ask me anything."

The silencer placed his arm around the guy in the middle leaning on him like they were friends.

Jack and Nicole walked down the concrete stairs; on the right side was a bathroom with three showers. The bathroom outwall had spray paint on it, with all gang signs.

"Where are you taking us?" Insisted the men.

"I wil take you to a place you have never been before." Silencer grinned, exposing his gold teeth.

"If we refuse to go, you can't stop us."

One of Silencer's guys reached into the guy's pocket and removed the men's wallet, "we have their names, Boss, and addresses here."

"Phil, you know what to do with that."

"Yes, I do, Boss. I will get right onto it." Phil stood still and was on a call minutes later. He had the three men's family members; he made a group call and said, "your kids and husbands have something to say to you."

The men were shocked and speechless. How was he able to get hold of his family so fast?

"What do you want me to say?" Said the man in a white golf DH top and brown Lacoste shorts.

The silencer leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Say your final goodbyes."

"No, please the man burst out into tears, I will change,"

"There's a demon in us all, and everyone wants to change, but the truth is that they can't. Give me one reason why I should spare your life?"

The man in the golf shirt made eye contact, "because I don't want you ever to revisit me."

Silencer shook his head, "You are free to go."

"I can't. They are my friend."

"Either you leave it, or I will kill you l like you right where you are standing."

"I will go."

He walked over to the following man, who wore a black top and blue jeans, his hair in a bun, "same question as your friend, why should I let you go?"

"Because I have a family I provide for and am their only source of income."

"Before you harassed that girl, you never considered that."

"You right, Sir, I didn't. I was blindsided by hate."

"You will get the punishment that you deserve."

"Sir, I beg you, please spare my life this time. I can promise you I won't ever do it again."

"Take him away."

Silencer walked over to the third man, who had tattoos of the number twenty-seven all over him (in prison, that's the number of the killer. He carries out the commands from the numbers twenty-six and twenty-eight.)

"We got ourselves a killer here. Even this twenty-seven who harassed women."

"Hey, don't call me by the number. They call me Skittles the plank."

The Silencer grabbed him with one hand on the throat, "the next word out of your mouth better be meaningful," skittles shaped and tried to break loose, but Silencer's grip was more potent than a vice grip. He had started choking and coughing. Please, let me go."

Silencer let go of Skittles, and as he fell to the ground, Silence leaned over "why shouldn't I spare you?"

"It's easy. You need someone who can do this dirty work, and im your guy," Silencer nodded, "see you at 7 am tomorrow morning."

"Thank you for sparing me, but I will prove my worthiness to you."

"Get the fuck out of my face now."

"Yes, Sir." skittles ran out as fast as he could."