The Prince's Bodyguard
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Chapter 38 (Torn Asunder)
Jade hugged her jacket and looked over her shoulder, she'd managed to get away from Sinjin-knowing he was looking after her as a result of the attack before. She needed to see Beck, she needed to see Tori. She had to talk to them in private, but first she wanted to work with Beck-to plead his forgiveness.
Her chest ached as she stood before Beck's trailer, and her hair flew past her face. "I fucked up. I know I did..." She held her breath and bowed her head, feeling a warm tear running down her face. Her body felt cold, despite the strange heat. "I love you, Beck. Please forgive me." No amount of practicing in the world could prepare her well enough for this. He didn't have to forgive her and she wouldn't blame him if he didn't.
She stepped bravely forward and raised a trembling hand, knocking on his door. The time seemed to go forever as she waited on him to answer. She hugged her waist and smacked her lips. Eventually the door opened a crack and Beck's face appeared. "What do you want?" She placed a hand around the edge of the door, but did not push. His eyes narrowed. "I don't have time to talk to you."
"I just want to say I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" He scoffed. "You're 'sorry'?" He opened the door further, glaring at her full of anger and betrayal. "You're worse than a hypocrite. Always accusing me of having a wandering eye and cheating on you." He smacked his hand in the air, raising his voice aggressively. "Only for you to be cheating on me with Tori?!" He took a step down and she backed up a step. "Two years we were together. We shared everything. We made love, I thought we were in love, I gave you everything and you treated it like it was nothing."
"Beck, I-I wasn't thinking." Her knees were weak and wobbly, and the river of tears flowing from her cheeks soaked her feet. "When I see the way she looks at you, I-I wanted to hurt her, to cause her pain. I didn't think about how that would affect you."
"You wanted to build her up and tear her down." Beck rolled his eyes and ran his hand through his hair. "Yeah I got it. You couldn't even contemplate for a second that she's already gone through enough trauma in her life? You really are as bad as everyone says you are." She gasped, her heart breaking further.
"No! It's not like that, Beck. I-"
"I'm finished, Jade. Done. Just, done." He turned his back to her and she fell to her knees, screaming aloud as she reached for him. He looked cold as he walked away from her, retreating back into his RV. "Cry me a river, Jade."
"Beck, please. Come back! Come back." She fell forward, sobbing into her hands and leaning her head onto the ground. She regretted her decisions, she hated herself for having such bad judgment, and would give anything for a second chance. "Please just give me another chance."
Her request was met by the slamming of a door. It echoed in her head and shattered her very soul. Jade sat upright, wailing loudly. She didn't know how long she sat there in the cold world, agonizing over how everything around her was starting to crumple.
Her pain was only ended by a clicking sound and a deep, sinister voice. "Poor girl." Her eyes shot open and she looked over her shoulder, seeing a man with spiky brown hair and jet black eyes. The scowl on his face was deep and his glare piercing into her very soul. "Hello, sister."
"K-Kyle?" She rose to her feet, trembling as her eyes fell towards the pistol in his hand. "They said your name was Kyle." He tilted his head and flared his nostrils. Jade pressed her back against the side of the RV and swallowed hard. "You wouldn't hurt your own sister, would you?"
"What kind of question is that?" The hate in his eyes seemed to intensify and he let out a fierce growl. "You are not my sister." He pushed the gun forward and took a single step. "Here's what's going to happen. You got away from your bodyguard." She whimpered and her eyes darted from side to side as she contemplated an escape. "Came to Beck to beg his forgiveness."
"I did do that, but he turned me away..."
"Yes." The lump in her throat grew and her hands began tapping the wall, it was more of an absent thought than a call to Beck. "He was so angry, so furious that you could do the things that you've done, that he gunned you down in cold blood."
Right now she regretted knocking Sinjin out. He was going to be pissed, but she preferred living to see his anger than dying here and having Beck framed for murder. "What are the Black Star? Why are you doing this?"
"Me? I'm doing this because of the incestuous relationship our 'parents' had. I'm doing this because I hate you like I hate them."
Seeing an opportunity, Jade rushed forward, swinging a low punch into his stomach. He let out a pained grunt and fired a shot off on reflex. "Fuck! That's where the wench stabbed me." He put his hand over his abdomen and growled as Jade thrashed at the site again, hoping to split open the stitching.
Kyle swung his hand around, striking her in the head with the butt of his pistol. She lurched to the side, screaming as blood erupted from the site. Her head started throbbing and her heart was beating like a racecar. "Please no...oh god..."
He pulled his hand away from the wound, revealing a stream of blood coming from under his shirt. Kyle grimaced, put both hands on his gun and aimed at her. "Bad idea, little sister." Jade fell to her knees, no longer having the will to fight.
"Kill me then. I don't care. I've hurt everyone, I destroy everything I touch." She raised her hands and Kyle laughed.
"Don't blame yourself, it's just who you are. It's who we are. Hate is in our blood, dear sibling." She gasped softly and tears fell from her eyes as she shook her head, not wanting to believe him. "Everything you touch surely dies. Our family is a family of killers, you can't blame yourself for what you should be. Too bad you'll never get a chance."
Jade closed her eyes and held her breath, waiting for the shot. "Get away from her!" Beck's voice startled her and she opened her eyes, screaming when she saw Beck standing before her and grappling with Kyle over the gun. His eyes were filled with rage and his teeth were clenched.
Kyle seemed able to overpower him, but was in shock fighting over the gun. "Stay out of this."
"No."
A shot rang out and a paralyzing sensation swept through her. She watched as her boyfriend and her brother froze in front of her, staring into each other's eyes. Only the sound of her heart echoed like a drum in her ears, and as Beck's hands released the gun, she couldn't hear her own scream as it erupted into the air.
Beck looked down as blood seeped from his torso. His face ashen and covered in sweat, he turned to look at her. "Jade..." She pulled herself up, extending her arms as he started to fall back. "I still love..."
"Beck!" She caught him before he hit the ground and placed a hand at his face, looking in his eyes for a sign of life. "No, Beck. Beck!" Kyle stepped behind her, aiming his gun for the back of her head.
"Touching." Another gunshot blast echoed in the air and Jade felt a rush of wind roll past her. When she looked over her shoulder, she saw blood gushing from Kyle's head like a volcano. He collapsed on the ground and Sinjin stood behind him, looking angrier than she'd ever seen.
"Get up and wait for the police."
Miles away, a family sat down to eat their noontime lunch. At the large round table was a married couple in their late forties. A woman, seven months pregnant, sat with her fiancé to the couple's right. A man of nineteen and his girlfriend were seated to the left of the couple. An elderly couple in their seventies sat across from the married couple, with a woman in her ninetees.
"I'm glad we could all get together," said the middle-aged woman. She put her hand over her husband's and looked out at the family. "It means a lot to Todd and I." This was the time to put aside any family drama that had been going on. "Micah's back from college, Taylor's about to have a baby. We should be together."
In the center of the table was a large lemon-pepper chicken, a pot of beans, another pot of mashed potatoes. There was a pan of green bean casserole positioned on the right of the chicken.
Micah adjusted his college sports jersey, red and with the number 21 embroidered over the heart. "I guess I've kind of been trying to ignore the drama." The family didn't approve of his girlfriend for some reason he didn't care about. There was also the matter of Taylor opting rather only to stay engaged and not officially married to her fiancé. It was unorthodox.
At some point the children broke away from the parents and stopped talking to them, and the parents had become distraught. Abraham and Maria had been unsure what to do about the family's being torn asunder, but it was Granny Rachel that determined everyone must get back together.
Outside the house, an assassin watched them through the scope of a sniper rifle. She wore a face mask similar to that of a mortal kombat fighter, and growled as she studied the assassins making their way towards the house
She would not fire any bullets today, she was only leading the charge and watching to ensure things went according to plan. "This is for my family," she hissed. These people were unguarded, unprotected and the perfect people to send a message to Trina.
Through the scope she watched the family talking amongst each other. Only three assassins were needed for a family as unprotected as this. She had her grand-uncle Roswell, a skilled and adept fighter leading the charge. His daughter-in-law, Janet was right with him, and her uncle Benjamin requested being there to avenge his lost branch.
They had a few fighters from other organizations with them, positioned around the house, ready to gun down anyone needed. "There's a pregnant woman," she heard someone whisper over the radio. Her eyes rolled and she focused her scope on the woman.
"I don't care if there's a screaming child in that room."
Roswell inched forward, but to her surprise, she saw Micah look over his shoulder and rise up from the table. "Shit, how did he spot you?"
"It's only me, I'm distracting the family." Roswell grappled with Micah, letting the others fall in. The assassin smirked behind her mask and watched with narrow eyes as some of the fighters outside shattered the windows and began spraying in.
Janet put a garrote wire around Abraham's throat, causing the man's hands to rise to his throat. Lucas jumped and ran to try and help, but was struck by the machine gun of one of those outside. Taylor screamed and started running for her boyfriend, but Micah pulled away from Roswell to grab her and run from the room. Janet released Abraham, letting him fall onto the table, and thrust a small blade into the back of Maria's head.
Todd rushed Cleo and Isabel out of the room and returned seconds later with Micah, staring down two of the assassins. Screams echoed from the other room and the assassin laughed when she saw Benjamin shooting Cleo twice in the chest. Taylor and Isabel ran for the front door, hoping it would be a way out.
Looking through the scope, the assassin saw several black cars pulling up. Her heart stopped when she saw men in suits, wielding guns and smoking cigars, filing out of the vans. "We're compromised?" The men struck down the thugs waiting at the front. "Shit, we're compromised!"
Who were these people? She snarled and took aim, hovering her finger over the trigger for a brief second. If she took the shot now, she'd be under fire herself. These men looked to be part of another organized family-mafia.
They struck down the remaining shooters waiting outside and helped the blood covered Taylor and Isabel into the vans.
Inside, Granny Rachel remained seated in her chair, shaking from gunshot wounds but still breathing. Todd was seated on the floor, his hand over a gushing wound in his abdomen. Micah was covered in blood as well, but still doing all he could to fight the assassins.
He'd managed to pry the gun away from Benjamin, and had shot the man twice.
The mafia members joined the fray inside the house, gunning down Roswell. Janet managed to escape, running out the back and throwing herself into the bushes.
The assassin let out a frustrated scream and pulled her scope away just as some of the mafia members spotted her. She took her leave, angered and bitter. She couldn't figure out how anyone would have known to check on this family unless someone told them.
Alliances were being formed, and they would have to be even more careful from here on out. "No more attacks like these. Lay low a bit and think..." She still had her own contracts to fill, there was little time for distractions motivated by her own anger.
Shit just got real. The assassin struck, and hard. Half of the Vega clan (technically not Vega, since it's Holly's family, but same effect) has been wiped out. Even Beck, his condition is ambiguous right now until I have decided what to do with him. Still, the attack on the family may be the worst and hardest hit. Looks like Deuce's people managed to locate the family just in time to save the cousins and their father.