“Caroline!” Lana bent down brushing the hair from her eyes.
Slade shrugged out of Damon and Duncan’s hold. “Let me go so I can help her.” They did, but before Slade could reach her, Caroline pulled herself up.
“I’m fine.” Caroline put a hand to her head and looked at Lana. “Did you see that?”
“Yes, I did.” Lana looked at Jax. “What are you?”
That’s all Slade heard before he grabbed Jax by the throat. “What did you do to Jill?”
“Stop it,” Lana screamed, grabbing Slade. “He didn’t do anything.”
Warriors pulled Slade off Jax, holding them away from each other. “Does she know where he took her?” Jax yelled over the chaos.
“She’s at the Halfway House. Your brother, who looks just like you, took her to the Halfway House.” Caroline’s shocked eyes burned into Jax’s before turning to Slade. “She says you need to hurry.”
Chapter 24
Jill drove right through the gates of the Halfway House as if they were guests, Jax’s gun still pointed at her head. Something definitely wasn’t right with Jax. His hand shook uncontrollably to the point he had to use his other hand to steady it.
“If you’re shaking from fear, you’re a smart man,” Jill hissed at him as she parked where he instructed. “Slade is going to kill you.”
“If he can find me,” he laughed, jamming the gun harder in her temple. “Now, you are going to get out of the car like a good girl. If you make one wrong move, I am going to kill you and say ‘fuck the bonus’.”
“You’re doing this for a bonus?” Jill looked at him in shocked rage. “Money made you a traitor? You’re pathetic. I hope you burn in hell, traitor.”
He smacked her in the side of the head. “Just get the fuck out of the car and remember what I said. Even if I somehow miss, we have sharpshooters up on the roof who will take you out.”
Getting out of the car, Jill searched her surroundings. She actually didn’t want to run, as stupid as that sounded. She had planned on heading to the Halfway House first to find that bitch Alice. Jax grabbed her arm, leading her toward the side entrance. Pulling out his phone, he hit a number. “Yeah, open the door. I’m at the side entrance.”
“Not important enough to have a key?” Jill smirked at him. In horror, she tried to jerk away when his face completely changed in front of her eyes. “What the hell is wrong with your face?”
The door opened and he pushed her inside. “Just get in there.”
Jill continued trying to look at him, but he wouldn’t allow it. She knew his face had…she didn’t even know how to explain it. Maybe she was losing it? Maybe the initiation, hell …?” Hell, the past week had just been too much.
He led her past rooms with steel doors that had small openings for what looked like trays. “Stop casing the place.” He pushed her faster, the gun still out. “The only way you’ll be coming back out is in a body bag.”
“Oh, is that so?” Jill egged him on. “You’re nothing but a * traitor. Having to use a gun on a half-breed girl. Afraid to go one-on-one, Jax? Afraid real Warriors showed me how to kick your ass.”
“After I get my bonus, then me and you can have a go around and see who has the biggest dick.” He led her to a large two-door room with a camera positioned above it. Before they reached the door, it opened. Jax pushed her into the room causing her to fall to her knees and slide across the floor. Even before she stopped, Jill jumped to her feet, ready.
The first thing she saw was George, sitting in a chair, with the large man from the limo standing behind him.
“Welcome to my party, breed.”
The most hated voice filled the room making Jill sneer. Slowly, Jill turned her head, seeing Alice through a rage that formed over her eyes. Alice sat comfortably on a plush sofa. “Thank you. I appreciate the invite,” Jill said slowly. “Saves me the time of hunting you down.”
“Oh, is that right?” Alice laughed, standing; she walked toward her spreading her arms wide. “Well, here I am.”
“Yeah, there you are, bitch,” Jill hissed, her eyes shooting to George.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Where are my manners?” Alice walked toward George. “This is George. Dear George, who wants my sweet Tom thrown out of office so he can take over. Seems he’s a traitor and was giving information to people he shouldn’t have.” She patted his cheek, clicking her tongue at him.
“You are crazy!” George glared at her. “Tom should never have gotten involved with you, whore.”
Alice lifted her hand and Jill knew one blow would be the end of George.
“You still need a decorator, bitch?” Jill laughed loudly, thankful her question stopped Alice’s hand from hitting George.
“What did you just say?” Alice turned, her face a mask of rage.
“You heard me. And I do believe you need one for that ugly-ass face of yours. Come closer and I’ll decorate that old, wrinkled up mess for you,” Jill taunted.