Chapter 21; Wait for the Ricochet
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Sleep was nice. The hours passed peacefully between them, both of them waking from their restless dreams now and then, but it was rest, nonetheless. The garage was dark, and since the vehicle was off, the clock on the radio wasn't on. Ivy had no idea of what time it was, and she didn't care. The inside was hot and stuffy, and smelled slightly of sweat. It reminded her vaguely of the smell of sex. She glanced over to Spencer, and saw that his eyes were closed, but his breathing was uneven. "You awake?" She asked, hoping he would be. She felt lonely. His eyes opened slowly, and he returned her gaze. "Yep." She smiled. "Sleep well?"
Spencer rubbed his eyes, and stretched. "I guess so, I was in and out. How about you?" "I slept fine." There was a silence between them. Ivy chewed her bottom lip a little, a sign of her being pensive. "I, uh… did some thinking last night." She said carefully, shifting her eyes away from Spencer. "Yeah?" He asked, looking at her quizzically. "Yeah." She replied. "I figure that we've got a bit of a problem, the two of us." "You don't say?" Spencer asked, innocently. "Whatever gave you that idea?" Ivy pouted. "Shut it for a second, will you? I mean, we're in this together now. They know it's the two of us. Not just you, not just me. Whatever this is will come down on both our heads, and it won't be pretty. And I think… there are two options." Spencer raised an eyebrow. "I'm all ears."
"The way I see it, our choices are simple. Firstly, we take the coward's way out. We can try to run, to hide. I have ID's for myself that I have never used, and would never be connected to me. I'm sure I could get one for you too. We could hole up somewhere, together, and ride it out until Kai loses interest, or until we die. By his hands, or otherwise." Spencer smirked. "Most likely by his hands, regardless. He won't stop." Ivy nodded her agreement. "Yes, I know." "So what's the second choice?" Ivy smiled her devil's grin. "We fight."
"Uh huh. We fight." Spencer stifled a laugh. Ivy smacked his arm. "I'm not fucking joking! Yes, fight! Spencer, we can end this, you and me! If we really try, and put everything we fucking have into it." Spencer pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated. "Woman, you're crazy. Yeah, we could take them on. We take them out. Then the next batch of trained killers he sends for us. Then the next. They will get us, you know? Eventually, we will be too tired, or too injured to fight, or both. We will NEVER actually see Kai in any sort of confrontation; we will not be able to find him." "But-" Ivy protested, her eyes pleading. "Wait, will you? I told you I may have a trick up my sleeve, and I do. I have a friend in a strange place, too. He's Mafia, Ivy. He's the best at what he does." "What does he do?" "Massacres." "So what, we get to Kai through him?" Ivy asked, incredulous. "Yeah, we do. First, we kill his lackeys. You and I. We get Kai good and pissed. He won't come out, but he will keep sending guys. My friend, he can find out where the orders are coming from. His gang would be in Kai's league, be able to get in on it to play both sides."
"So who is this guy? What claim to fame does he have besides being a mafia hit man?" "He's not just the hit man, Ivy. He's a founder. He and three others, they are the heart of crime in Europe." "Haha, you make it sound like you are actually friends with one of the Majestics." Ivy scoffed. She knew their reputation, and doubted anyone at Spencer's league would be entertained by them. "Not just know, girl. Try half brothers." Ivy raised her eyebrows, impressed. "Wow. So, who?" "Johnny McGregor." "Whoaaaaa, really?" Ivy gawked. "For real." "So, what do we do when we piss Kai off, then?" "We let Johnny do his job. We wait." "For what?" "The ricochet."