Young Love Murder Part 36
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From our vantage point, we don't get the best view, but I see the trunk lid fly open and hear a stream of shots. At the distinct sound of skidding tires, the vehicle behind us swerves over to the shoulder of the road and rolls over twice, bouncing its occupants along with it. The trunk slowly closes again. We speed away with the totaled BMW shrinking in the rearview mirror.
I have to admit, just watching Jackson pull that off has me feeling exhilarated. From Anna's big grin, I can tell she's feeling much the same way. Even if he did beat her out on the chance execute it. After five more minutes of driving, I clear my throat. "Aren't we going to pull over and let Jackson in?"
Shaking her head, she laughs at my question. "Nope. He wanted to do it even though it was my idea, so he can just wait until we stop to eat in Genoa."
Jackson obviously disagrees, so when we're stopped in the line of cars waiting to cross into Italy, he uses the trunk release to let himself out. Getting into the backseat, looking disheveled with wrinkled clothes and crazy hair, he announces, "I think I'll take a nap now." Yeah, I guess shooting out tires at high speeds can be kind of tiring.
Once in Genoa, we ditch the Mercedes and buy bus tickets to Florence. I hate riding the bus, but for the sake of staying alive, I suck it up. Waiting for the bus, we have plenty of time to find a decent restaurant to fuel up at. d.a.m.n, I've never had real Italian food before. It makes Olive Garden look like the McDonald's of Italian food.
Anna's still bent out of shape about not being able to pop out of the trunk in a blaze of glory, but is appeased when Jackson bows down to her as the mastermind. Had it been my girl in there, I probably would have wanted to join her. Make sure she didn't fall out or maybe just use the dark s.p.a.ce to get frisky.
The bus ride from Genoa to Florence is blessedly short. Anna and Jackson admit that Florence is a place they've actually never been to, so we ask the cab driver to recommend a nice hotel. I tell Jackson to get two hotel rooms, one for him and another for me and Anna. Unfortunately, since I don't speak Italian and he handles checking us in using one of his aliases, I don't realize he's only gotten one room until we're on the elevator. Grudgingly, I suppose that makes sense considering people trying to kill us, me in particular. Safety in numbers.
But I'm not sharing a bed with Jackson.
And I don't have to, since Anna has decided to take the couch. Fine, if she's gonna play hard to get, let her a.s.s sleep on the couch. However, five minutes after the lights are out, I call out, "Anna, I can't go to sleep when I'm feeling like a b.a.s.t.a.r.d for taking the bed." Jackson had no problem with it.
"Shut your loud mouth, Gabriel," Jackson grumbles, "She's already asleep. Could you quit with all the romantic angst and let me get some rest?"
Oh. Well I could carry her to my bed, but she'd probably wake up mid-karate chop to my throat. I rationalize that the couch actually did looked kind of comfy. After stumbling through the dark room to lay another blanket over Annabelle, I climb back into bed and drift off to sleep.
In the morning, I open my eyes to see Anna sitting up on the red velvet couch, cleaning her gun. The sound of the shower alerts me to where Jackson is. So does his singing. Oh my G.o.d, the douche is singing Whitesnake's "Here I Go Again". I am officially one hundred times cooler than him. If I had to pick a song from that era to sing in the shower, it would be one by Guns N' Roses. I don't care how many times he pops out of a trunk with guns blazing, his douchehood is now complete.
"Morning beautiful," I greet Anna, rubbing a hand over my mussed hair. Seeing the hotel room in the daylight, I'm appreciating the authenticity of it. Instead of sleek modern furnis.h.i.+ngs, all the furniture is wooden and bulky. The dark wood shutters are open, letting light in through the double-glazed windows. The color scheme of the room gives off a homey feeling in earth tones, light yellows and reds. The building is so old that one wall in the room is grey stone. The play of light on Annabelle's hair from a round stained gla.s.s window near the ceiling is captivating. Or maybe it's just her.
Even though she doesn't look up from her task, her mouth twitches from trying to hold back a smile. "I already ordered breakfast. It should be here any minute."
Sitting up, I throw off the covers and scoot to the end of the bed. My feet hit the cool wood floor and I quickly bring them up to wrap my arms around my legs. "Breakfast in bed, honey? I feel so loved."
This time she does smile. "Nah, I was hungry. You were an afterthought."
"Admit it. You got up early to watch me sleep." I'm actually a little offended that she's not taking advantage of checking me out while I'm only in my boxer briefs. What's the point of working out if my muscles don't make her want to run her hands all over me?
Finally looking up at me with a curious look on her face, she asks, "Huh? Did you just say something?" Cute little punk.
"Denial," I simply say and reach out with both hands to latch onto her arm and drag her over to me. Yanking her off the couch, she drops the gun, thankfully not loaded at the moment, and lands against me awkwardly. I'm sure that elbow to my gut was pure accident. Right when I finally get my arms wrapped around her, there's a knock on the door. d.a.m.n. Food or s.e.x? Isn't that some sort of age old question? Didn't my Philosophy professor mention Socrates being stumped on that dilemma?
Anna answers the question for me by pulling away and skipping over to the door, grabbing Jackson's weapon to hold behind her back as she opens it. She opens the door wider to let the hotel employee wheel the cart in. I realize that she's still wearing pajama shorts and a tank top, giving a view of her legs that the guy should be tipping her for. Eyes above the neck buddy. Better yet, just shut them altogether.
Jackson finally quits hogging the bathroom, giving me the opportunity to take a p.i.s.s and wash my hands before eating. I hate eating when I have to pee, makes me feel rushed. When I get out, they're both chowing down, so I quickly pile some food on a plate before it's all gone. What Anna tells me is a frittata looks delicious. "So, what's the plan for today? Do we get to blow anything up?"
Anna swallows her bite of toast. "Always a possibility, but actually we're just going to rent a car to drive south. Then we'll take a ferry from Southern Italy to Greece."
"Hmm," I say in a reflective tone. "Any good cities along the way to elope in?"
Anna smiles that beautiful smile that always makes my heart skip a beat. She quickly ruins it by looking back and forth between me and Jackson, saying, "I'm not sure. Does Italy allow same-s.e.x marriages?" Then raising her hand halfway in the air, she shouts, "Flower girl!"
Chapter 45.
Annabelle Coming out a deep sleep, before I even open my eyes, I realize two things. One, laying sideways in the cramped backseat of a Mini Cooper is not comfortable. And two, my head is no longer resting on my backpack. Since I very much doubt Jackson would be so courteous as to rest my head in his lap, it can only leave one person. Turning my head just an inch to the side, I open my mouth and bite down hard on the thigh that my teeth come into contact with. I'm grinning as I yank with my teeth on the bit of jean-covered flesh.
"Ow! Ow! f.u.c.k! Anna, let go!" Gabriel's plea is music to my ears. Sing for me, baby.
With one last tug, I release his now s...o...b..ry pant leg and turn my head to slowly open my eyes and look up at him innocently. Stretching and 'accidentally' smacking him in the face with my right palm, I say sleepily, "What? Wow, I was having the coolest dream that I was a dog."
As I start to sit up, his hand smacks against my forehead, pus.h.i.+ng my head back down into his lap. "Uh-huh, sure you were. Down girl. I liked you where you were at." Since his hand is pressing me down by the forehead, I guess I'll just sit tight. That's the only reason I still have my head lying in his lap, really. It's not like I like it or anything.
"Hey Jackson," I say to get my brother's attention.
"Hey Annabelle," he answers from where he's driving up front.
"Are we there yet?" By 'there' I mean Bari, a town we've been driving to in Southern Italy where you can catch a ferry to Greece. Why Greece? Well, Simon has a place in Athens where we can hole up and wait for Porky to send us some fake ids and pa.s.sports for Gabriel. While there we'll try to figure out who the h.e.l.l put the hit on my ex-boyfriend. Forcing me to spend time with him.
"Almost," Jackson answers my question. "About twenty more minutes and we can get out of this death trap Europeans call a car."
"I think it's cute. And I think you look cute driving it, Jacks," I taunt him. "It's like a Smurf car."
From where my head's laying on Gabriel, I can see Jackson's profile and the mock-horror expression on one side of his face. "Anna, you really need to get away from loverboy back there. You're turning soft. Like a girl." I see one of his eyebrows raise. "I've got an idea. How about we off him ourselves? We'll get paid for the kill and get rid of him at the same time. Like a two-for-one deal."
"I can shoot you in the head from where I'm sitting. Won't even miss given that there's only two feet between me and you right now in this puny car," Gabriel says in all seriousness. Well, I could have guns pointed at both of their big heads before Jackson even pulls this car over.
"If you shot me, loverboy, we'd crash and all die," Jackson says matter-of-factly. "And none of us would get paid for it."
The hand on my head moves to stroke my cheek. I turn to look up at Gabriel again. He's smiling and looking quite satisfied with himself. My narrowed eyes say what I'm thinking without me having to verbalize it, Quit petting me, I'm not a dog.
His pleading look tells me, But, I love you.
My disbelieving look tells him, I don't believe you.
The determination in his eyes says, I'll do anything to prove it to you.
I hope my eyes are saying in response to that, You can't, and not, Please do.
"Why are you two so quiet back there?" Jackson asks suspiciously.
"We're making out," Gabriel answers without pulling his green eyes away from my brown ones. Why do his eyes have to be so beautiful?
"I'll expect fifty percent of whatever Anna's charging you."
"Did you just call me a hooker?" I yell at Jackson, giving the side of his face a dirty look.
He shrugs. "Hey, if the thong fits."
"That reminds me. Jacks, remember the time-"
He cuts me off before I can finish with a succinct, "No."
"Well I do," I tease him.
"No you don't."
"You were a pretty little girl," I sweetly say.
"What is this all about?" Gabriel asks with curious glee.
"I still haven't forgiven you for that," Jackson sulks. "I still wear the emotional scars."
"And I still don't care! It was so worth it! The look on Simon's face when he came home!" I bust up laughing, not able to catch my breath long enough to tell Gabriel the story. Finally, after a good laugh at Jackson's expense, I settle down when Gabriel starts tapping his fingers on my forehead. Impatient jerk.
"Oh my G.o.d, Gabriel. I have to tell you!" I let out another giggle. "When Jackson was eleven and I was nine, Simon was gone on an a.s.signment and left us alone. So, I wrote a fake note, supposedly from Simon, instructing Jackson to make himself look like my twin. You know, practice his disguise skills."
"And," Gabriel prompts, laughing, already knowing where this story is going.
"Simon came home and found Jackson wearing a brown wig, like my hair color when I was younger, and one of my dresses. It was so funny. Simon sat him down and had a talk about gender orientation with him." I can see Jackson scowling behind the wheel, glaring at the road ahead of him. "Jackson, I accept you just the way you are. You were the cutest little drag queen ever!"
"I got you back good for that," he mutters.
"You did?" Memory is fuzzy on that one.
"Yeah," he replies confidently.
"What'd you do to me?"
"I can't really remember, but I know I did."
"Then it must not have been as good as what I did to you, if you can't even remember your revenge." In a sing-song voice, I add, "Lame."
Changing the subject, he crisply says, "We're almost to Bari."
With another stroke of Gabriel's fingers on my cheek, he effectively brings my attention back to him. He's giving me that G.o.d d.a.m.n loving look again. His eyes are saying, Give us another chance.
I force mine to show him a decisive, No.
Gabriel says aloud, "I'm not giving up."
"Oh man!" Jackson's voice rises with each word. "Give it up! Please!"
Gabriel ignores him, bends down and kisses me lightly on the lips. Instinctively, I deepen the kiss. My lips just aren't as disciplined as my eyes. This was never the problem. The spark has always been there, since we first laid eyes on each other at club Cameo. The problem is the pain we cause each other. That's what I don't trust, that the hurt is over.
Almost three years ago, I started it all by lying to him and killing his father. He retaliated by hunting me down and threatening to kill me. After a whirlwind of fighting and what I thought was forgiveness, he shot me when his mom committed suicide. Jackson retaliated for me after that by faking my death. So the guy mourned me for a couple years? He deserved it. And maybe I deserved to be shot, but when I finally shot Gabriel back, I have to admit that it purged some of the past negativity out of me. It was a cleansing of bitterness. But what's next? Would a future relations.h.i.+p between us be nothing but a perpetual cycle of hurting each other?
As if he's reading my thoughts, Gabriel says softly, "It'll be different this time, baby."
Brus.h.i.+ng his hand off me and sitting up, I tell him, "Right now let's just concentrate on keeping you alive."
"My heroine!" Jackson says from up front, mocking Gabriel and probably me too. I lean forward only two inches, because this car really is puny, and flick him in the back of the head. It doesn't faze him. He has a hard head.
Thank G.o.d the car has GPS because it allows us to jet straight to the docks of Bari and barely make it in time to buy three tickets for the next ferry. We're able to book a private cabin for the three of us to share. The trip, with stops at two other ports in Greece before we reach Patras, will take a total of about sixteen hours.
After boarding, an English speaking ferry worker directs us to our cabin. Gabriel asks, "Don't you guys speak Greek?"
Shaking my head, I tell him, "Nope. It really is Greek to me." I'm such a comedian.
The s.h.i.+p is huge, one of the largest ferries I've been on. Since we never know when more of the bad guys are going to jump out of the shadows, we keep our bags containing our weapons with us while we eat at the ferry's restaurant. We have nine hours until the first stop at Corfu, Greece, so we'll pretty much just be chilling out and napping until then. We were one of the last groups of pa.s.sengers to board, so I highly doubt anyone is lying in wait on this s.h.i.+p. The first two stops at Greek cities, and especially the final stop for us in Patras, are another story. By the time we get there, it'll be tomorrow late morning or early afternoon.
Jackson pulls a tablet PC out of his bag and stares down at the screen for a long time. I'm watching the clear blue ocean out the window when he says, "Got an email from Simon."
That gets my attention. "What does he say?"
"He's working on finding out who took the hit out on Gabriel. Doesn't have any info yet, but does have a couple good leads. He says for us to sit tight and he'll get back to us when he knows more." After a short pause, Jackson adds, "He also suggests that we off Gabriel ourselves and collect the mula."
I roll my eyes at that. "You just made that up."
He raises one eyebrow. "Did I?"
"Yes." I give him a knowing look. Simon's ruthless, but not that ruthless.
After a mini staring contest, he finally looks back down at the screen. "I can see that you still haven't come to your senses, so I'll just email him back a quick okey-dokey."
"Okey-dokey," I playfully tell Jackson.
"They're going to bring my food right now." Gabriel mutters, not the least disturbed about the conversation he just heard. "Okay, right now. Right about now."
Barely missing a beat in his typing on the touch screen, Jackson grabs a roll out of the basket on the table and chucks it at Gabriel, hitting him in the eye. "I'm also going to email Porky requesting some fake ids for boy toy, asking him to send them to Simon's Athens residence." Jackson suddenly grunts and Gabriel grins. A kick under the table?
"Whatever. I suppose the big boys will be coming out of the woodwork now, huh? The money's good enough." Our food comes and we start digging in. Not bad, but I'm so hungry at this point that raw meat would probably taste good.
In between bites, Jackson asks Gabriel, "So, what have you been up to since you've been in New York to make someone want you dead?"
Gabriel looks up from the food he's been concentrating on, glancing from Jackson to me. "To answer your question, absolutely nothing, unless someone didn't like the way I slouched in cla.s.s."
"It could have nothing to do with your unlikable personally. Could be that someone is out to hurt Anna and plans on using your death to do it," Jackson suggests.
I open my mouth to protest, but Jackson raises his eyebrows, so I shut it. No point in denying it to Jackson since he witnessed my heartbreak two years ago. I'll admit it at least to myself. A dead Gabriel would result in a rampaging Anna. If anyone is going to kill him, I think I'm the only one who's earned the right. If Jackson's correct, and Gabriel is being targeted to get to me, then that really sucks, because there are a lot of people in the world who would want to get a little revenge against me. I get around.
Young Love Murder Part 36
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