Okay! Woo! Chapter 7! I'm gonna be taking a few days off, as this story meets up with another that I haven't started posting yet. SO, I'm going to finish both and post them so they meet on the same day.... :) Thanks as always to Rolephant for letting me bounce ideas of them and thanks for all the wonderful reviews!
The next morning found Jenette waking up by herself. She wasn't really surprised. Mostly it had just been a quick shag. There was no passion behind it, just fury and rage. He had been so hurt by thinking that Drake was corrupt. Had she done the right thing?
Jenette lay on her back. A man walked into the room. It was Boris.
"Well done Jenette. They're separated. You've certainly earned your money."
"You don't think Drake's going to mess things up today?"
"What I think about that is not important. What is important is how well you played him. And for that you get something besides money, something I know you wanted."
Boris leaned in. Their lips met. There was no fury in his kiss, just passion. She clung on to him tightly. After too short a time, Boris separated them. He held her in an embrace. She stood against him, breathing in the scent of cigarettes.
"Goodbye Jenette. Your money will be delivered after the blag."
"Where are you going?"
"A place that no one can follow. That's the best answer I can give you. I'm sorry." With that, he turned on his heel and swept out the door.
*
She worried about Boris. What did he mean about going to a place she couldn't follow? She decided she would follow him as far as she could, even if that meant going to the blag.
Jenette stood on King Douglas Lane, watching the robbery. She hid behind a column of a building, and saw the man who arrested her brother and another cop with highlights nodding at each other. The gold van was being emptied by two men in masks.
"One of them would've been Tiny," she thought. A police van pulled up and the two men were shot. She saw Boris get out of the van. He talked to the copper with highlights and walked off. Jenette started to follow, but saw Drake and hid. Drake was following Boris, gun in her hand. Jenette started to move again, but heard an all too familiar voice.
"God dammit Drake!" It was Hunt. He stalked down to the courtyard where Drake had disappeared, his anger concealing the worry that showed all too clearly in his eyes. Jenette waited a few more minutes, and heard a gunshot.
"I'm going to a place that no one can follow." Boris' words ran through her mind. Had someone shot Boris? She ran in and shot a bullet into the air. Hunt was standing over Boris' body, which meant that Boris must be dead. Drake was standing in the front of the courtyard.
Jenette was angry. The blag hadn't worked out. Somehow, Boris knew it wouldn't either. All the money was a lie. She was barely aware as her arm wrapped around Drake and pointed a gun to her head.
"I don't believe this. Where's me bleeding money?!"
"You're on your own, Jenette. Whatever he offered you to get between us, it was a lie. It's over, love."
Jenette jabbed her gun into Drake's face, making Drake whimper. How did Hunt know about all of this? He aimed his gun at her.
"Let her go." They stood staring at each other for a moment, each daring the other to make a move.
"NO DON'T DO IT!!!" Suddenly Drake's elbow was in her stomach. Jenette's arm moved to her side and she heard a shot that seemed to come from her gun. She heard another shot. Jennette threw Drake from in front of her and started to run. She heard Drake grunt in what seemed like pain.
"Bolly." Hunt's emotionless voice called out a name. Jenette stopped and turned, though everything in her was saying to run.
Drake was lowering herself onto the ground rather quickly. Blood was flowing out of a wound on her side. The other three members of Hunt's main team were running up to him, the woman in a wedding dress. The stopped and looked at Drake and Hunt for a moment, and then burst into action.
Everyone, except Hunt. As sirens sounded in the distance, Hunt finally found his voice.
"No." All of his team jumped, as if not realising that he was there.
"That foul, scheming, two-timing, little BITCH! She did this!"
Jenette turned and ran.
TBC... :)
