XVI
Eight hours earlier (Axel's POV)
Blood.
Blood everywhere, sinking into the dark as fuck forest ground, as I stand there not knowing what the fuck to do for the second time in 24 hours.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, what did you do, Axel? What the fuck did you do!?
Nine hours earlier
"I'm here, you fucking asshole, like you said I have to be. Now what?" I bark, climbing out of my car and slamming the door behind me.
He smirks. "I've waited for this for so long." I raise my brow and open my mouth to ask him what the fuck does he mean, when his fist shoots forward, straight into my jaw. My head snaps to the left and I must admit, his blow was pretty fucking good. "What the fuck?" I groan, not having a single fucking idea about what's happening.
"Oh." he moans, like he just had an orgasm. "That felt so good."
I frown at him, and look back when his fist shoots out again, this time into my stomach. I grunt in pain; this one really hurt.
"Guess what I found out." he says and kneels me into my jewels before I have any time to react because I don't even understand what the fuck's going on. "Tom told me you were moving to Spokane." he kicks me below my knee and I fall to the ground. "Apparently you promised him a little visit each day if he wasn't going to lay off of Sophie. Cut his fingers off one by one, he said."
Fucking Tom. I make myself a promise to make the threat come true when I get back to Spokane.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I yell and manage to dodge his next hit, but not for long because I feel him kick my stomach again. I feel pretty fucking nauseous at this point.
"Don't fucking yell at me!" Grayson shouts. "I'm not a fucking idiot! Did you think I was going to let you move and quit this gang?! Fuck no! The first opportunity you'd have, you'd tell the cops everything!"
"Oh, right, and mention I was the main smuggler during that?! Of course not, you fucking asshole!" I yell back.
"Oh, I know you won't because you won't speak to them at all." he smirks and hits me again. "Have you ever noticed what a good place to bury a body this place is?" he asks.
I frown. "I don't even know what the fuck is going on in your fucking head at the moment."
"I'm going to kill you, you asshole! Finally!" he shouts. "What part of that do you not understand?"
I still. Holy shit this was more serious than I thought. I thought he was messing around, this is not the first time he beat me up, but he never said he'll kill me.
"I didn't trust you ever since you met that cute little bitch of yours anyway, I know you told her everything. It's her turn right after you, don't worry. You won't burn in hell alone for long." He kicks me again, aiming for the head, but I shield it with my arms so he doesn't get a good hit.
My blood is running cold with his promise to kill Sophie, but I can't get up. "I hope you said goodbye to your little bitch because you won't see her again." Grayson smirks and I want to kill him so bad in this moment. So fucking bad, the need to do it is cursing through my every vein. He wants to take something I just got back away from me. I can't let him do it. And in that moment, I remember something. As I move my hip to move from his next blow, I feel harsh metal against my lower back.
My gun.
As unobviously as possible, I reach behind me with the hand I'm supposed to be laying on, the darkness around us standing on my side at this moment as I feel the heavenly roughness of my gun underneath my fingertips and for the first time since I was a kid, I thank god above me.
"Hey Grayson?" I grunt, watching him reaching into his back to pull out his gun as well.
He stops for a moment. "Hm?"
"Save a seat for me in hell, will ya?" I say and I pull the gun out, aiming it at his head, and without a second thought, I pull the trigger.
A gunshot.
Everything quiets down for a moment in time, and then a lifeless body falls to the ground next to me.
I killed him.
I drop the gun from my hand and pull myself up into a sitting position, wincing. Every single cell burns like hell, but nothing hurts more than some strange pain in my chest, between my lungs.
I killed him.
Adrenaline fills me and I stand to my feet and look at the situation in front of me.
Blood.
Blood everywhere, sinking into the dark as fuck forest ground, as I stand there not knowing what the fuck to do for the second time in 24 hours.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, what did you do, Axel? What the fuck did you do!?
In panic, I grab his body and start shaking it, praying he wakes up. "No, no, no you can't fucking be dead! Grayson! Wake the fuck up!" I yell and trash the body around, not letting the thought that I just killed somebody become true.
"No." I whine, literal fucking tears coming out of my eyes. "No." And then something inside me snaps.
Shit. I have to be quiet. Nobody can fucking see me like this.
I ignore the pain my body's in and stand up, taking the gun and tucking it back into the back of my pants and looking around me for a good place to bury him.
What if they find him? What if they don't? Somebody will definetly notice he's gone in a few days, tops.
Shit, I'm going to have to change identity and all.
I shake my head. No, I just have to make sure I don't leave behind any leads.
A shovel. I need a shovel.
Where the fuck do I get a shovel!?
Grayson's car.
Bingo. He wanted to kill and bury me. He must have a shovel. I run to his car and try to open the doors but they're locked.
Why the fuck would he lock his doors? It's not like there will be any thieves here right now.
Bending, I pick up a random stone from the ground and break the window with it, opening the doors from inside. I climb in and get the fucking shovel out.
Half an hour later, a decent hole is digged a few meters away from the scene and I drag his body to it, dumping him into it. I can't even fucking look at the scene. Fuck, I just killed somebody.
Angrily, I wipe away my fucking tears, refusing to cry any longer, and start piling dirt on it, putting stones and grass and leaves on it after I'm done so it doesn't look fresh.
"I'm sorry, god." I whisper and take the shovel with me to the car.
The blood has disappeared by now, only leaving slightly wet ground behind as I shakily get into my car.
What now?
I can't tell Sophie. I can't. She'll leave me. I have to act normal.
So I start the car and a few miles away when I throw out the shovel in a river, my act starts.
My name is Axel Jarvis and no, I didn't kill anybody in the last few hours.