162 Sorry (1/2)

Two weeks after the confrontation with Jacob, I decided that I had been putting Daisy in danger. I pick my new phone up and text him.

[Yes.]

Half an hour later, I found myself a.s.suring Daisy. I didn't speak to her, I just kept my hand on her shoulder and shook my head at her. She fought the panic when there was a loud knock on the door. I opened the door myself. He hugged me tightly when he saw that it was me.

It had been so simple.

It had only taken one word for him to understand exactly what I meant.

Daisy stared in horror as realization dawned on her. She frowned as Jacob dropped to his knees and slid the ring on my finger. I closed my eyes, knowing that he was too busy appreciating the mark of possession. A rushed breath left me as I opened them again and smiled at him as best as I could.

”I will protect you,” he promised. ”I will find out every man who helped him and slaughter them.” Anger spread through my body. I felt no anger towards him. I directed it all towards Anthony Murray.

He deserved every last bit of Jacob's punishment.

No one could escape Jacob's justice.

He never missed a shot.

.

Shoot.

Shoot.

Shoot.

Shoot.

Over and over again, I let the bullets fly. Now that I could use my shoulders more, I took full advantage of the situation and push them to their limit. The past week had been spent at Jacob's personal shooting range or on his computer. I used the resources at his disposal and logged into the organization's files.

They had taught me how to catch a f.u.c.king criminal. I would catch the criminals that betrayed me, even if it was them.

I was slowly getting better and coming closer to shooting in the same spot every time.

Jacob had been impressed with my dedication and moaned at how much money I was costing him to buy bullets.

Somehow, I had managed to gain control over my body and stop it from falling into cardiac arrest. It was getting easier to strain my muscles. My shoulders still protested with every bullet I shot, but I pushed forward. I kept myself limited to lighter guns that were easier to handle at this point.

”You need to drop by your apartment. See if there is anything salvageable.” Jacob had been spending equal time with me inside the shooting area. He stood beside me, practising himself. Sometimes, he would gently ma.s.sage my shoulders to ease the tension or reposition me so that it was easier to shoot.

”Your mail is overflowing, by the way,” he said absent-mindedly. ”I wonder who sends dead women letters.” He had a faraway look on his face.

I ignored him, mostly.

.

Two more boxes.

Letters attached to them.

Who writes to a dead girl? This time, I was the one who thought it.

I kept the mail inside my bag and walked back to Daisy's apartment.

When I was about to cross a road, I heard someone call me. I ground my teeth together and kept walking. Before I could start crossing, the cars started moving again, blocking my escape.