Chapter
13 – Duty Before Love
Tonight
is that big charity event, and I'm beyond fucking nervous as we ride in the
back of a limo towards it. I'm normally calm when I'm about to take someone
out, but this evening is different. I'm not going in alone, but with Amber. The
fact her life depends on my actions has me scared shitless. Despite all the
planning we've done for the past month, I keep focusing on the fact there's
always that chance shit can go sour, and I'll have to watch her die. I need to
stop thinking about this, but my heart is dragging me downwards as it focuses
on losing the only good thing I had since I landed in Curva.
Amber
squeezes my hand while whispering, "You okay?"
"Not
really," I whisper back.
"We'll
be okay, Jimmy. Quit worrying so much."
"I
can't help it," I sigh as we get closer to the charity ball. We made it
through the date that night at Homard with any issues, but it was purely a
social thing. However, tonight, I have to take down a senator that is trying to
push through a bill to make tantrix a class one narcotic. What Blue told us is
their kid got hooked on tantrix, and the senator is using his muscle to push this
bill through. Our goal tonight is to make sure that this event is the last part
the senator attends. This means more security we have to deal with, and if
we're caught, we might as well end our lives because we'll be dead one way or
the other.
"We'll
stick to the plan, and by tomorrow morning, we'll be having pancakes for
breakfast."
"Pancakes
always works," I say as I fiddle with my black bowtie until Amber slaps my
hand away from it. I can't shake the uneasiness of this whole situation as we pull
into the mansion where the event is held. I look at her one last time as she
looks absolutely stunning in her black dress. I pray this isn't the last time I
see her alive as the driver stops the limo. I make sure I have the present for
the senator in my inside pocket as the driver opens the door, and we step out.
I
take Amber's arm, and we stroll up the marble steps to a massive pair of
wrought iron doors. As we make it outside of the doors, one of the guards pats
me down hard to the point I almost asked if this comes with a fucking dinner as
the other one quickly pats Amber down and checks her purse. Once we're both
clear, they unlock the doors and motion us to enter. I adjust my jacket, take
Amber's arm, and step inside.
For
the next hour, we mingle with the other guests waiting for the target to
arrive. I try my best to hide my nerves as I talk to cops, politicians,
lawyers, people who would have no problems putting me six feet under if they
truly know who I am and what I have done. Far as they know, I'm some partner of
a big investment firm as we bullshit about the weather and other trivial
topics. Every time they ask about stocks, I make up bullshit and go back to
small talk. I might know how trading works on the streets, but I know shit
about legit trading.
However,
one conversation has really peeked my interest. One of them starts discussing
the growing problem with tantrix in Curva. The part that hit a nerve is when he
started bashing the sheriff.
"I
don't know about the rest of you, but once Sheriff Voustine was elected, the
problem has gone out of control," says an old man as he sips on some
scotch. "Despite the arrests, it keeps getting worse. I almost feel
Sheriff Voustine is being paid to look the other way."
"He's
done more good than the last sheriff," another one says. "The last
one didn't even arrest the dealers, and look where he ended up? Dead in the
swamp."
As
they go back and forth over this, I begin to recall that night the fucking pigs
roughed me up. When Blue strolled out of the police station like he owned the
joint, I begin to wonder if this Sheriff Voustine is the man under the helmet.
I'll have to do some research on the sheriff tomorrow to see if I can connect
him to Blue, or it's just more political bullshit. If Blue is Voustine, it will
explain so much, including the cops showing up the instant I left that
warehouse carrying all that tantrix.
Amber
strolls over to me and whispers, "They're here."
"Ready
to do this?" I whisper back.
"I'm
going to powder my nose for a minute. I'll give you the signal when I'm
ready."
I
give her a quick kiss and reply, "Don't take too long."
As
she walks away, someone gabs a pistol into my side hard.
"Don't
turn around. Just walk forward," they order.
I
walk forward as the pistol stays buried into my lower chest. They guide me
through the ballroom to a hallway. As we make it to the end, the door to my
left opens, and they force me inside. Sitting at the desk at the back of the
room is Amber. In front of me is another fucking suit holding a shotgun pointed
at my chest. The person behind me kicks me knee, causing me to kneel down.
"Hands
on your head," orders the goon with the shotgun.
"You're
fucking dead to me, you backstabbing bitch," I say as they cuff me.
"Sorry,
Jimmy, but no one is killing the senator," she replies.
"What
was I to you? A fucking dildo?" I shout as the first time I opened my
heart up to someone, she fucking rips it out and throws it to the ground like
it's a piece of fucking trash. I was worried about tonight ending in her death,
but it's my life that's now over. I should have learned my fucking lesson with
Donnie, but I let feelings guide my decisions. I should have remained the cold,
heartless monster that left the swamp, and not even let this fucking tramp into
my life. Now, she's going to fuck me over for good because by tomorrow, I'll be
resting next to Gus if I'm not killed here.
The
goon with the shotgun slams the butt of it into my chest and says, "That's
no way to talk to a federal agent."
"You
mean that heartless bitch?" I retort laughing.
"Sorry,
Jimmy, but duty comes first," Amber replies.
"Well,
are you going to fuck me over this last time, or these assholes going to do the
dirty work?" I ask.
She
gets behind the desk, and strolls over to me. Without a word, she plunges a
needle into my arm and says, "I'll see you in a bit. Night, Jimmy."
I'm
about to say something else when within seconds, my body goes completely numb.
I collapse to the floor as my eyelids feel like they're made out of lead. I
accept this is my final seconds on this fucking Earth. I let someone into my
life, and I'm paying the ultimate fucking price. I should have learned after
Donnie to keep myself distant from anyone, but my heart decided I needed to let
someone in. The last thing I hear before I pass out is that bitch saying,
"We'll always have pancakes."