I chose my limo this time, aiming for a glamorous entrance to the party I was headed for.
Dressed in a rather short black dress. I paired it with a black high stockings and a red pair of stilettos. A little facinator sat on my hair, covering my face with a net hanging from it I went for a white fur coat today and a bold makeup, I feel beautiful.
The drive was okay, especially after a pill and a glass of whiskey and with Isaac beside me, dressed to kill, I was alright. Though Isaac was giving me a bit of an attitude.
"When will you drop the attitude? It's nasty."
Isaac scoffed and cast me a withering glare.
"That bastard walked into your office, where you were all alone and you didn't think to call me? You know to reach me anytime but you decided to be a superhero. The hell Jane?" He snipped.
I sighed and worked my jaw.
"Watch your tone," I warned.
He threw his hands up exasperatedly.
"You looked like the walking dead," I shrugged.
"Your safety comes first, you know that."
"I'm alive, ain't I?" I looked at him.
Anger flashed through his eyes, letting me in on how serious this was for him. I sighed again.
"I'll call you the next time it happens. Now calm the fuck down," I muttered.
He sighed and looked outside.
He touched his earpiece and looked at me, his body stiffened and he fished out a gun from his holster.
The car slowed down and I sighed again.
"Who?" I asked him.
"I don't know yet," he snipped.
Before I could open my mouth, bullets were flying at us, our saving grace being the bulletproof car.
I reached into the holster strapped to my hips and retrieved my Glock 14, fully loaded.
"Reverse the car, now!" Isaac yelled at the driver.
"We are boxed in!" The driver yelled back, his eyes scanning the whole place.
A man came out of the van were the bullets were coming from and walked towards us. I squinted my eyes at him but he doesn't look familiar.
He rounded the limo and pulled the handle of the door. Unable to open it, he aimed the gun at the window and started assaulting my damn car.
Who is this man?
"Back up will be here in two minutes. He won't get through till then. Stay. In. The. Car."
I rolled my eyes at his tone but stayed seated.
"What is he doing here?" Isaac gritted.
I turned in his direction and saw what he was talking about.
Arthur fucking Kane.
The bastard came in, guns blazing and killing everyone in sight. Wth a sickle shaped knife, he gutted the man that was actively trying to kill me and knocked on my window.
"Open the door," I sighed.
Isaac snapped his head to me, amazed.
"You are not serious, are you?" He whispered.
"I am. Open the bloody door," I whispered right back.
With an annoyed sigh, he asked the driver to unlock the car and he stepped out. He made room for me to step out too, offering me his hand.
"What is this show you're putting on?" I tilted my head at him and crossed my arms.
He looks…constipated.
"This is why we need to talk," he stepped forward to grab my arm but I was quick to slap his paw away.
"Use your mouth," I snapped.
He sighed and pulled his hair, he cast a nasty look at Isaac who chose to ignore the angry man.
"Some people want you dead, Jane. This is just the smallest of their attempts."
I scoffed.
"You sound like you care."
He looked at me, incredulously I might add.
"I don't want you dead, I never have," he said, softer now.
"Could have fooled me. Now, who wants me dead? And most importantly, why?"
He looked around. We totally ignored the people around us, the people that hid at the sound of guns going off.
"It started ten years ago. My marriage to you put you in more danger than you know," he sighed.
"We divorced. Ten years ago."
"It's not as it seems."
Anger filled me, irritated at his blabbing.
"Then fucking get to it God damnit!" I snapped.
"Your parents didn't die in that crash."
My blood ran cold.
Arthur rushed towards me before I was able to put a bullet through his head, he forced my hand up, releasing the bullet meant for him into the air.
"Calm the fuck down, will you?!" He breathed in my face.
Isaac sprung into action, even with Arthur's gun that was now pointed at me.
Arthur released a frustrated sigh and dug the nozzle of the gun into my temple.
"One fucking wrong move and she's food for worms." He sneered.
Isaac stilled, his body tight and his eyes pinned on me.
Me? I raised my right foot and planted my heel into his shoe, he screamed profanities and loosened his hold on me, giving me room to ram my elbow into his side.
Isaac made a run for him and tackled him to the ground, he proceeded to start pounding his face in.
Arthur's men came to the party right on time and by the time they met their boss receiving the beating of his life, they pulled their own guns.
Arthur waved rapidly, a silent warning for his men to drop their arms and in that same movement, he got on top of Isaac and knocked him out, clean.
He staggered up and wiped his bloody nose before grabbing his injured shoulder with a wince.
"Why do you think they travelled a lot? No extended families except for Jessica, your aunt? Who happens to be a political fucking godmother! Think! Jane. Think! She taught you everything you know now. Why on earth would she teach you to be this person without one reason?" His voice was loud, so loud in my head that it echoed and gave me a headache.
"A fucking syndicate is your inheritance. Your uncle took over and killed your parents. You don't exist in any database, your parents made sure of it so he didn't know of you at the time. You were a threat ten years ago and he was out to kill you, I had to cut you off to keep you safe. Now, with your status, he's out for you again. That's why I'm back."
I nodded my head at everything he said, absorbing every bit of information yet reacting to nothing.
I calmly tucked my gun back in and went for Isaac, still passed out on the ground, I dragged his body towards the limo, grunting at his weight but moving nonetheless.
Arthur said nothing this time, he just watched me drag Isaac into the limo. I closed the door and started walking around the limo, to the other door when he stopped me.
"I'll be waiting for you with the whole truth when you're ready or you can ask your aunt," he murmured softly.
Ignoring him, I got into the limo, slammed the door and without being told, the driver headed home while I drowned in my thoughts.
How much of my life has been a lie?