Jack paced back and forth in the room. He felt annoyed at everything that was happening, he was constantly being attacked, yet all he did was mind his own business. Jack stood by the window, noticing a car resembling Max's brothers. He knew if he were to bump into them again, he would probably kill. He picked up his phone and dialed Claire's number. She answered immediately.
"Jack, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. Sorry for disturbing you, but can I get Max's number?"
"You called me because you want Max's number. Why do you want his number?"
"I think I see his brothers outside my house, and I am not in the mood to put up with their shit again. I can't guarantee what might happen."
"Jack, calm down. It's not them. They are here by his place."
Jack went silent, "Okay, good." Before she could say anything, he hung up.
She called him back, "Jack, did you just hang up on me?"
"No, Claire, we were done talking."
The doorbell rang, "Claire, I have to go, sorry Claire."
"Jack, wait!" Jack hung up the phone.
"I have to go, Max. I am sorry."
"Where to Claire? You just got here."
"I will explain later."
The two brothers were sitting with ice packs. The other brother was sent to hospital with his broken kneecap.
Claire grabbed her Jacket, realizing she didn't have a car and couldn't ask Max for a car.
She called Marcus, the last guy she wanted to talk to, "I know you said not to make contact with you unless it's urgent, but it's Jack. He spotted a black BMW, one similar to Max's brothers.
"It's fine. I will go check it out."
"I am going with you."
"No, Claire, we can't have our cover blown."
"Fine, then I will go."
"Do you hear yourself, Claire?"
"No one can suspect us; what happened earlier nearly caught us out."
"It's fine; then I will go."
"Claire, this is not up for negotiation. I will go check it out," Marcus hung up the phone and drove; while driving, he called Jack. "Jack brother, how are you? I said I would be there at 7 pm, but I realized that place fills up quite fast, so I am making my way over."
"Sure, I will see you soon then."
Jack hung up, looking down at the BMW. The two Mercedes were parked opposite. A guy with a black suit climbed out of the Mercedes and walked toward the BMW.
He kept his hand inside his Jacket pocket; as he approached the BMW, Jack stood behind the net, watching as the second guy climbed out walking up to the BMW. The two men approached the car, the window of the BMW was down, and smoke came out of the car.
That's when bullets came flying through the window gunning the two men down; a bunch of guys excited from other Mercedes shot at the car. Two men in the BMW climb out on the other side, using the car as a shield to fire back.
"Jack, where are you?"
Jack heard his dad, "I am here in the room," he shouted. Windows in the house started to shatter as bullets came flying through.
Jack grabbed his firearm, ran down the staircase, and saw his father lying there in a pool of blood. He had been shot multiple times. Jack heard the back door as he hid behind the wall and shot at the three men who entered the house. He didn't have much ammunition left.
He searched his father for a gun, and that's when he felt a gun pushing to the back of his head. This is it, he thought.
"Finally, we got to you." Said an unfamiliar voice to him. Jack heard two shots going off as the person who held the gun to his head fell on top of him. Jack turned and saw Marcus's face, "I saved your ass for the second time?" He grinned.
"Ironic how you pitch up at the right time," Jack said, as he walked over to his dad, checking for a pulse, "Sorry man, for your dad, the shots he took were fatal. We need to get out of here."
Jack sat down on his knees in front of his father's body; as his father lay there, there were so many words unsaid he wished his dad never come home. Two men came bursting through the front door. Marcus shot them in the chest, "they will keep coming, Jack. This place is not safe.
"What about my dad Marcus?"
"There is nothing we can do for him. We have to get going. I'm running out of bullets."
Jack stood up, walked over to the sofa, removed the blanket, and threw it over his father, "till we meet again dad." he then stood up, "get down." Jack jumped over Marcus, covering him. Multiple shots came through the window. As men came running through the door, Jack shot them. He then rolled over to grab a gun from one of the men he had killed.
Jack and Marcus took a deep breath and ran to the jeep as fast as they could. Cars came from everywhere and nowhere, chasing them while firing shots at them. Jack climbed to the back of the Jeep and shot at the BMW. He shot the driver in the forehead as the car swerved off the road. Pickup trucks were chasing them.
A man behind the pickup truck had a rifle shooting at them as Marcus accelerated. He then broke and accelerated, swerving the jeep, "hold on, Jack." Marcus pulled out his semi-automatic and shot at them. He hit two men in the neck and chest as the cars swerved into a poll. Other cars were coming in, and the poll fell over, blocking the road. Jack grinned, "you did it, Marcus."
"For now, they will come after us, and you know that."
"I know, but we will take it as it comes." Jack passed Marcus a Joint.
"How about that pub?"
"Let's cancel. I think we had enough smashing and crashing for today."
They pulled over the Jeep, parking it on the side of the road. It was 5 pm, "I had lost my dad, and I got nowhere to go." Jack smoked the blunt as he passed it over to Marcus, "can't you book into a hotel or something?"
"It's going to be too costly. I should go back home." Marcus took a drag, "stay with me for a few days till things cool down."
"I wonder what these men are after?"
Is he that naive, or is he pretending not to know? He was born and raised by his parents. How come he doesn't know who they are?
Marcus stepped to the back of the Jeep, "Jack, what work were your mom and dad doing?"
"Dad was a politician. Mom was a stay-at-home mom as far as I know."
"So your mom never went out?"
"No, where should she go to?"
"I am just trying to get things clear. You know, figure out what happens here?"
"We have to get going before they catch you with us," Marcus tried sending Claire a text, but it came back undelivered he had also tried calling her, but it went to voicemail.
"Jack? Can you get hold of Claire?"
"I can try?" He dialed Claire's number, which went directly to voice mail, "her phone is off. It must be a bad signal around here,"
They looked at their phones, and both only had one bar signal. "Why didn't they try to call when we did have a signal?"
"Who, Marcus?"
"Claire and Melanie."
"No, they did not."
"Let's hope they are safe," the two climbed into the Jeep and reached the top of the mountain where March's grandparents lived. They were old school, an axe chopped into the tree's bark and livestock worth millions of dollars.
"They rich?"
Marcus nodded, "yes, they are." Upon arrival, Jack noticed a small, timid man wearing a brown sun hat with a beige shirt and denim degree, "He looks old and fine." Marcus smiled and nodded.
An older woman who couldn't walk up straight wearing a blue scarf, she put on a long sleeve brown top and relied on her walking stick. She grinned, exposing her gums, finally the chosen one. "Welcome, son," the old lady took him by the wrist. "Follow me, darling."
"I am fine, Mam. I just ate." He stuttered nervously, "you have to have a bite of the cake I baked, you know, living with this old man who lost his taste buds, so it's hard to tell if it's good or not, don't worry dear, I won't make you fat."
"I understand, mam. I would be saying yes to joining." The old lady grinned, "do you know in 1933, I won a cooking contest?"
Marcus replied, "with this smell; you can win any contest with the smell alone." The old lady blushed as she hurried into her kitchen, and that's when Jack noticed something out of the ordinary. "Marcus, don't eat anything," Jack said, pointing up.