Jackal (The End of Men Book 2)

by Tarryn Fisher

  I grimace as I lower myself back down.

  “You didn’t come all this way to ask about Kasper and Marc,” he says. “Tell me why you’re really here…”

  TWENTY-FIVE

  PHOENIX

  The male millipede massages the female and sometimes sings to get her in the mood.

  It’s all my grandpa’s fault; he taught me everything I know. If I close my eyes, I can still see his knobby fingers, the skin of his palms rough from years of farmwork. In his younger years, before they bought the farm, he was a locksmith. Teaching me the mechanics of a lock came first, and once I heard the satisfying click of a lock yielding beneath my fingers, I wanted more. The stealing came later. First my mother’s friends when they’d visit. I’d dig my skinny arm into their bags, fingers latching onto the first thing I touched. By the time I was ten, I had a collection of bric-a-brac stored in a box at the back of my closet. Guilt eventually caught up with me and I gave up my life of petty theft...for a while at least. At some point, it hit me that I could sell the things I stole and give the money to people who needed it. It was an accident—the first time I stole a watch right off of someone’s arm. I was in a restaurant with my mothers, waiting for a table. The woman in front of us was causing a scene because of the wait. She hadn’t even noticed when my tiny fingers reached out to touch the shiny metal. I’d flicked the clasp, not thinking about what would happen after, and she’d been too busy yelling at anyone who’d listen to notice. It slid right into my hand, and my hand slid directly into my pocket. By the time she noticed it was gone, we were on our way to our table. I glanced back as she frantically searched the floor around her feet.

  Stealing a baby—that’s new territory for me.

  Sean gently lays his hand on my knee when we take off. I tense beneath his touch. He’d been so delighted that I’d changed my mind about attending the ball with him that he’d failed to ask why.

  I have too much time to think on the flight. We drink champagne, and Sean tells me about things happening in the Regions. I’m exhausted from not sleeping much; my brain won’t shut down. The plan and how it could backfire, Jackal’s kisses, nostalgia from staying at the country house with all those old memories and now the new, what my grandpa would do if he knew how I’ve lived my life with what he taught me, this new spark with my mothers...all the thoughts fail to gel into any kind of cohesion.

  I allow myself some time to think about the things Jackal and I did in the firelight that night... I can’t even think about him without flushing. I position the vents on my face and try to cool off.

  I can’t help but worry about his time with his mother. Why do women who aren’t capable of loving anyone outside of themselves ever have children? Just because our population has declined so greatly…bringing a child into a harmful or unloving situation—no child asks for that. I think about Jackal as a little boy in pain and not even reaching out for help. A few tears fall and I shut my eyes, leaning my head against the window so Sean can’t see. I fall into a fitful sleep, dreaming about heists gone wrong.

  By the time we land in the Red Region and next to the Chesapeake Bay, I’m sick of myself. There is a reason I need to dance—anything to shut my mind up. I try to act as normal as possible, allowing Sean’s touches and comments. He’s treating me as if we’re a couple. A sinking feeling washes over me, and I’m sick with worry and guilt. I don’t want to lead him on. It seems even more cruel now that I’m sure my heart belongs to someone else. Admitting my feelings for Jackal to myself is frightening enough; I’d never be able to articulate it with words. We walk through the airport to the waiting car—a car that will take us to the hotel. I insisted on a separate room even when he laughed at me. Dancers are notorious for their promiscuity; Sean would never guess that Jackal is the only man I’ve been with.

  “I’ll be at the summit for most of the day,” he says. “Think you can keep yourself entertained without me?”

  Oh boy, can I.

  I nod. “You go do important government things. I’ll be fine.”

  Once he’s gone, I change into a jogging outfit and head out of the hotel. I find the car Moma arranged for me a few blocks away. The chip she gave me unlocks the car and I speed off before anyone can notice me. If I can spend the day scouting Langley’s estate, I will be familiar with the area in the dark. I find a tree to perch in and pull out the mini-scope that Jewel gave me for the trip. Barely the size of my ring finger, the scope zooms in close enough to see the surrounding yard, even inside some of the windows. It’s about an hour before I see movement. A staff member comes out to the pool area and prepares the table with a light spread. A few minutes later, Langley and her sister come outside and pick at the food before sunning on the loungers. I recognize them instantly from all the pictures Gwen’s shown me. I scan the house and perimeter for guards and other staff members. Someone comes and mows the front lawn and weeds the side yard. The girls go inside and maybe a half hour later, a stout woman comes out with a stroller. My heart picks up and I zoom in as close as I can get. I nearly climb down to see if I can get a closer look, but I’m afraid of missing anything. I can make out the form of a baby wrapped up in a blanket. The woman walks along the pathways around the house; she gets as far as the gate to the water before turning around and walking back up to the patio. The mower shuts off and the yard worker goes to the front door. She waits a moment before the door opens and a new woman hands her an envelope. The worker leaves and I wait to see if any new help shows up. Four adults in the house...that feels manageable. I watch another hour or so from the tree and nothing changes, so I climb down and find the areas Gwen showed me on the map. I’m a little too close to the house when I see a car pull up. I duck into the woods and take out the scope. I’d recognize him even without it, though.

  Sean gets out and walks up the driveway, waiting at the door a few moments before it opens. Their laughter carries and I fume, wondering how Sean could possibly have anything to do with Langley after all she’s done.

  He stays for twenty minutes, tops—and I cover the range of thoughts about what he’s doing in there. Everything from him conspiring with her...to him having sex with her...to him naturally having to meet with the Red’s chief administrator when he’s visiting the Red. I wait ten minutes after he leaves and make my way to the car. I drive it to the location we agreed on and I walk the rest of the way. When I reach the hotel, I have an hour and a half before I’m supposed to meet Sean. I spend all the time getting ready and then pacing.

  Everything feels like a mistake. Huge second thoughts. This can’t work. And the fact that I’ll be seen in the Red tonight with Sean...I should’ve gotten here another way. Something less public. Jackal hasn’t made contact. What if he’s not even here?

  There’s a tap on the door and I slip into my sparkly ballet flats. Sean stands there in his suit and hands me a single rose.

  “You’re more beautiful than ever,” he says.

  I hate eyeing him with suspicion, but after his crazy dinner party and seeing him at Langley’s today...

  “Thank you.” I hold up the flower and put it in the vase of other flowers he had waiting for me when we arrived. “You look nice too.”

  He smiles. “Nice. I’ll take it, I guess.”

  “Handsome...great. I’m not good with compliments.”

  He laughs. “Nice will do.”

  The driver opens the door for me and I’m too nervous to say much on the way to the summit. Sean eventually gives up and looks out the window. I feel bad; I’m doing all of this wrong: friendship...heists…life. I attempt conversation—something banal.

  “What did you do today?” I cringe at the tone of my voice. Sean looks at me plaintively.

  “All boring things,” he says. “What about you?”

  “I got some exercise.”

  “Your job is exercise. You’d think on your days off you’d take it easy. Shop or something,” he says.

  I hate shopping: the bodies crowding the aisles, the ted
ious decisions, the required politeness from salespeople. I swallow and thankfully, we stop. I don’t know what to do with the devotion in his eyes.

  The venue is a dome jutting out over the water, and through the glass walls, I can see thousands of tiny lights. It looks like a snow globe filled with fireflies. All of the Red’s elite are in attendance tonight. I sigh. The elite comes with a certain set of rules: proffered handshakes, dainty kisses on the cheek—and the most dreaded thing—small talk. Sean holds his arm out for me and I take it, swooshing my emerald gown in my hand before stepping out of the car.

  Cameras click, click as we walk down the red carpet. I’m recognized, many calling out my name and asking for autographs. Sean keeps us moving, and I smile and wave. When we reach the door and it opens, the wave of cheering is so loud, I turn around to see what has happened. A limo door opens and Aries unfolds his large body from the car.

  He wears his hair loose around his shoulders tonight, not in the usual knot behind his head. I marvel at the licorice luster of it. Above his deep-set eyes, his eyebrows arch in two heavy lines, giving him an angry, menacing appearance. I watched an interview with his mother a few years back. She told the camera with tears in her eyes that Aries had been born at a mere three pounds. She’d named him after the god of war in hopes that he’d fight for his life. Looking at the giant of a man, it is hard to believe he’d ever been that tiny. The only thing that weighs three pounds now is probably his massive penis.

  When he makes his way toward us, Sean stands taller and places his hand over mine, making sure it doesn’t leave his arm. Ownership. I’m so annoyed, but I shove the feeling down. Before this trip is over, or maybe once I’m safely home, I’m having a long talk with Sean. It’s overdue.

  Aries stops in front of Sean and holds out his hand. “Evening, Governor.”

  Sean shakes his hand, cheeks flushing. “Good to see you.”

  “And this is?” Aries assesses me, his eyes cutting into mine.

  “This is Phoenix Moyo,” Sean speaks for me. “Perhaps in your travels across the Regions you’ve seen her dance?”

  “I’d remember if I had,” Aries says. “Are you from the Blue as well?”

  I nod.

  “I hope you’ll be joining us later at the Villanova estate.” He looks at me when he says it and I shift uncomfortably. “We have a little after-party scheduled.”

  This could either be the easiest way into the house or it could be a disaster. I hope Jackal is behind this, but it’s not what we agreed on.

  “We’d love that. I was over there earlier and no one mentioned it,” Sean says. “Oh, maybe you didn’t mean for me—” He flushes a brighter pink.

  “I’ll see you both there.” Aries pats Sean on the back.

  I decide that maybe he’s not as intimidating as he seems. Either that or he’s a good actor.

  The evening at the summit passes uneventfully. Sean tries to ply me with drinks, and I keep filling his when he’s not looking. When he catches me, he laughs and drinks up. I pick at the food and people-watch. Langley doesn’t come until the evening is nearly over, her gown hugging all her curves perfectly. Is she ever with the baby? She seems like someone who would take a baby just to spite someone and not even care to see the baby again.

  I manage to avoid her until we go to her house a couple of hours later. I wish I had my doe mask to commemorate the occasion.

  TWENTY-SIX

  PHOENIX

  A hangingfly has to make sure his mate has enough to eat the whole time they have sex. If she runs out before he’s done, she kicks him off.

  “Langley is the one working her way through the End Men. How many have you had now, little sister?” A carbon copy of Langley leans forward to pluck an olive from a tray and pops it into her mouth.

  They’re holding court and Langley is queen. There is a tittering of laughter among the women as they wait for her reply.

  She mimes locking her lips and daintily tosses the key over her shoulder.

  “Come on, at least tell us which of them was the best.”

  She makes a show of thinking, tapping her chin with her finger.

  “Jackal,” she announces.

  I feel as if I’m going to be sick. Her sister makes a show of agreeing.

  “It’s true,” says Langley. “He’s the best I’ve ever had...and each time was better than the last.”

  I grind my teeth to keep from cursing. As if they’ve sensed an intruder in their midst, they all look up to see me standing there.

  I feel the heat on my skin and step back, bumping into Sean’s chest. He puts his hands on either side of my arms. They turn back to their conversation just as suddenly as they paused.

  “Folsom is a beautiful man, but he doesn’t know how to let loose. Jackal, on the other hand…” Her grin is smug as the other women laugh and inch in closer.

  My hands tremble with the need to strangle her. Jackal failed to mention that he’d slept with the baby stealer—multiple times? Does he still think about her long pale legs wrapped around his back?

  I shudder and shake my head, closing my eyes until the mental picture subsides.

  “Are you okay?” Sean asks, moving to stand next to me.

  “Fine. Just a little dizzy.”

  “Too much champagne?” he asks.

  I haven’t had any, but I nod. “Must be it.”

  “What about Aries?” the woman to Langley’s left asks, just as Aries walks into the room behind us.

  Langley’s eyes narrow and she looks like she wants to inhale Aries. She strolls toward him, hips and cleavage performing their own dance.

  “He’s my next victim,” she sings and the whole room laughs, including Aries.

  God, I want to be sick.

  “I need to find the restroom,” I whisper in Sean’s ear. He points down the hall and I wonder how he knows where the restroom is. Has he been here before today?

  The downstairs bathroom is occupied. I stand there for five minutes before I press my ear to the door and hear the heaving of someone throwing up. I glance up toward the top of the curving staircase. No one is around to see me; I can hear the raucous party coming from the main part of the house. Clutching the skirt of my dress between my fists, I take the stairs two at a time.

  At the top of the stairs, I turn the corner, heading toward the room Gwen thinks is most likely the nursery. It was Langley’s niece’s nursery when she was a baby, and it’s possible that it’s still her room.

  I hear a sweet voice singing and stop in the doorway. A little girl with beautiful red hair sits at a miniature table, coloring a poster. She’s concentrating on the picture, tongue out, and when she gets it how she wants it, she smiles so big, a dimple pops out.

  I back away, hand over my stomach. The little girl has a smile like Jackal’s and it’s too much to process. It’s the first time I’ve thought about all of the little Jackals running around the Regions, the first time I’ve seen one of his daughters up close...I don’t know why it’s never crossed my mind. Now is not the time. I focus on the task at hand: Rebel.

  I hear a baby crying and move toward the sound...the opposite end of the hall. I have to pass the steps again to get there and when I look down, Sean is in the entryway, looking up.

  I don’t hesitate; I go down the stairs to meet him.

  “Everything okay?” he asks, looking past me.

  “I found the bathroom furthest from everyone,” I say, grinning.

  The party gets increasingly louder, and I get more and more anxious as the night progresses. It’s getting closer to the time and no one is in a hurry to leave. I complain of stomach issues throughout the night while proffering Sean drink after drink. It’s not just Sean who is steadily getting drunk, the party is climbing in volume as the rest of the guests snatch glasses off of trays, losing count of how many they’ve had. Sean offers to take me back to the hotel, but I endure, making frequent trips out of the party under the guise of going to the bathroom.

  At
a quarter to midnight, I leave through the kitchen door and find my duffel hidden in its nook by the two willow trees. I step out of my evening gown and crumple it into the bag, slipping on dark sweats and a T-shirt. I put on the night-vision glasses and jog back to the house, moving much easier without all the material from my dress. I glance at my Silverbook to check the time. I’m a minute ahead of schedule. As I step inside the door, the power goes out. I grin. This, we did plan on. So far, so good. In another minute, every Silverbook in the house will power off.

  I enter through the kitchen. There’s the crack of glass on tile as someone drops something. I wonder if Sean is worried about me. I hear nervous laughter and then cursing. Someone offers to check the breakers.

  “They’re in the basement,” I hear Langley say.

  “My Silverbook isn’t working,” someone else exclaims.

  There’s a lot of shuffling as people check their own devices, all expressing the same thing. I only have a few minutes. I hurriedly go up the back staircase, and this time I go straight for the nursery. I wait while a nanny scurries out of there and down the stairs to check on the power, and I go into his room. He’s lying in his crib, staring back at me, unfazed by the dark. He kicks his feet and gurgles before I bend down and pick him up. He snuggles into me and I get a warm feeling in my gut.

  I’m midway down the staircase when I hear voices.

  “We don’t have to let this ruin our night,” Langley says.

  “I prefer the dark,” Aries says.

  I duck into a bedroom and pray it isn’t Langley’s and that the baby won’t make a sound. I hear someone stumble into a wall and Langley’s loud giggling. The sounds get closer and then I hear kissing and a moan. I lean my head back and wait until they pass and when it gets quiet again, I step into the hall.

  I get to the kitchen and hear my name being called. Sean. Shit! I hop around in circles and the baby whimpers. Settle, settle! I inwardly shout at myself. Sean’s in the other room. Just trying to make sure you’re okay in the dark. I slow my breathing and walk carefully to the door. They’re looking for candles. I only have a few minutes before I’m seen. I open the back door and walk out into the musky night air. There is a tall shadow beyond the gate and I move quickly toward it. Jackal is past the courtyard and when I get near him, I reach out and twist his nipple as hard as I can.