Chapter three
" Well now that wasn't very nice," the man said stepping out of the shadows. " She didn't even say goodbye."
He walked around the apartment looking at everything that seemed to draw his interest; he began looking through papers and folders on the desk when one of the folders caught his attention. It was labelled "contract".
"So what are you getting yourself into?" He whispered opening the folder and looking at the few pictures inside. "Huh? You're definitely walking into a death trap with this one. Well at least we still have something in common."
After he finished examining the contents of the folder he noticed pictures of the girl that had just left the apartment in a rush. "Well now, I see you've become the family man John. Quite a nice looking family." He said eyeing Jen's picture.
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"She better be gone if she knows what's best for her! I've got enough on my damn plate with her." He stormed down the hall towards the apartment. " But I gotta admit she does have some advantages, maybe I'll pick her up early…" He thought laughing inwardly.
He stopped in front of the door and searched for the keys in his pocket. He put the key in the door to unlock it but it was already open.
" What the hell," he mumbled. He grabbed his gun out of his inside holster and slowly opened the door. "Well I guess were gonna have a game of hide'n seek now aren't we?" He thought to himself before stepping inside the dark apartment.
"Jen are you home?" He continued to walk cautiously into the apartment. No answer. "I know someone is in here! Show yourself instead of wasting my fucking time!"
A figure slowly appeared out of the shadows. " You know John I thought you were smarter than all this." He said looking to either side of him disgusted. "What the hell are you doing here? In a place like this?" He walked closer to him.
"Nice to see you too Jake, I see you found me?" John said lowering his gun and placing it back in his holster. "Lights," he walked around Jake towards the kitchen opening the fridge to get a bottle of beer. "Want one," he asked holding up a second bottle to Jake.
"Sure." He said following him to the kitchen.
John tossed him a beer and came back into the living area and sat on the couch, "well?" He sighed taking a drink of the cold beer.
Jake did the same and took a long drink savouring every drop, while sitting down on the couch across from John. " You want to get back into the game again I take it?"
John laughed. "You honestly thought that I stopped mercing when I married? Shit, you honestly don't know me." Taking another drink of his beer almost finishing it.
Jake smirked at the comment. "Oh really? Have you even cashed in on any contracts since our parting?" He eyed him carefully.
He gave Jake a cold look, " that is none of your business." He finished off his beer and got up to get another one. " Wanna another?"
"No." He waited for John to sit back down. " What do you want John?" he said sounding impatient.
" Well I see you wanna get to the point." He sat back down on the couch opening his new beer. "I want to become partners again on this contract I picked up, we'll share the money of coarse."
"And what makes you think I would want to join you?" He asked coldly.
"For old time sakes of coarse!" John said with a smile, awhile drinking more from the bottle.
Jake looked at him in disgust. "No."
"Why the hell not?" He yelled. " Look I'll go get the folder, he's worth lots of money let me show you." He began to get up but Jake stood up and stopped him.
" Look at yourself John! You're a drunken fool who would probably shoot himself in the foot! Don't even attempt to go after this contract cause I guarantee you that you'll end up dead…"
John cut him off. " Shut your fucking mouth, I'll do this contract and I'll kill that son of a bitch and collect my fee. If your not going to help me than just leave; more money for me." He yelled defensively standing up against him.
Jake pulled a shiv out of his belt and held it hard against John's throat. "Your pathetic John, you've always been pathetic relying on everyone else to support you. You're a fool who's going to get himself killed." he took the shiv away from his throat and placed it back in his belt. " Your worthless," he turned and walked toward the door.
" No wonder you daughter wants to leave you and this hell hole!" With that he left the apartment." If he thinks he's going to catch Richard B. Riddick he's got another thing coming."
John looked at the closed door for a moment. "Oh well, your loss buddy." He finished his beer and went to get another one.
As he sat down on the coach something suddenly clicked. " What did he mean she wants to leave? She better not leave. She can't leave I won't let her."
