“It was your own fucking daughter!” James yelled.
“Yes, it was,” Charles replied. “She’s become quite the handful hasn’t she? But do not fear, I’m going to give you a choice.” I didn’t know what he meant but I didn’t like the sounds of it.
“Like it or not I’m going to start rebuilding and create an even bigger agency than I had before. I will train the killers to be ruthless and I will train them to be like you and Justin, but with more discipline. Nobody will be able to stop me and I will be back at the top, right where I belong.”
“If it is money you want I still have plenty of it,” James said. “I can give it to you, just do not hurt Emma.” Charles laughed. I had never really feared my father, but now knowing the man he was I feared him and I was afraid for my life.
“James,” Charles said, “I’m going to give you a choice and it is a simple choice. It is either you or her; choose wisely.”
“Me or her for what?” James asked. At that time the screens on the airplane came on and they saw Charles and myself. He raised a gun to my head. The airplane was still ascending and we could see it from where we were standing. I pictured James up there next to Justin.
“Which one?” Charles asked again.
“Take me you mother fucker, kill me if you’re going to kill somebody,” James yelled.
“Wait a minute,” Justin said, “there are more lives than just yours on this plane and I say she could be dead anyways.”
“Fuck you Justin. Nobody’s life is more important than hers and I will put her life above all others.” I heard a noise on the phone that sounded like James had punched Justin.
“Are you sure that’s your final choice?” Charles asked.
“If you’re really going to kill somebody kill me,” James said again. “Let her go, run Emma, run!” I did as he said. My father dropped the gun he was holding to me and picked up a much larger gun; something that looked like a rocket launcher.
I didn’t know enough about the guns to know what exactly it was and I also didn’t know if it would work however I heard it start to beep as if it was locked on a target. The camera that was focused on us before was now just focusing on Charles and James and Justin could see it on the screen.
The camera followed the rocket as it was fired and I could almost hear James yell even though I had already put quite a bit of distance between my father and me. I watched the rocket go up and strike the plane near the back end. The explosion was loud and the plane went down, separating the back and the front where it was hit and start coming back down to the earth quickly.
The plane hit the earth with another loud explosion. I wasn’t sure what to do so I just screamed. I screamed and I cried while dropping to my knees. I watched my dad get in the passenger side of a vehicle and drive off.
I couldn’t move from where I was so I just sat there and cried. James was dead and despite the fact that I met him when he was going to kill me I fell in love with him. He saved me from my killer’s over and over again and this time I couldn’t save him.
Saying Goodbye
The funeral actually had a really nice turn out for somebody that lived the life that James did. His mother and father both cried as his sister and I consoled each other. There were many tears shed.
They found all the wreckage to the plane but found very few of the bodies. Experts imagined with all the twisted metal and hot flames that there just wasn’t enough of them left. I always hoped he was still alive but it has been three months and there haven’t been any signs.
I thought back to everything that had happened from the first day I had met James. At that time everybody called him Wolf and even though he had a very dark past and was very rough around the edges he still had a great heart that never died.
I thought about seeing him and the fear I had when I realized what he was up to but then the surprise that he didn’t kill me. I remember him basically picking me up and putting me in his truck. I was so pissed at the time but little did I know that he was going to turn out so great.
Losing him was not easy and I knew I was young enough I could have grieved and moved forward but I didn’t think I ever could.
I did a lot of research over those next couple of months and it turned out all of those kills really were completed by James. I’m not sure why he wrote it in his memoirs to make it seem like Justin had completed the majority of them but I really wished I could ask him.
Perhaps he was just trying to make himself look better for me. I think he had always been ashamed of what he had done when it came to talking to me about it even though I told him I loved him either way. But the hotel, the airplane, everything was him. I wasn’t angry at all as I knew he did everything for me.
My dad tried to apologize several times but I didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. In fact, I wanted to kill him. I had started taking some training courses in different weapons and hired a couple of different military members to help train me.
I wanted to make him pay for not only what he did to me but what he did to James. My dad deserved to die as much as it pained me to say so. I realized he didn’t care about me at all anymore and it was all about the money. He built his empire back up quickly and fell off the grid. Nobody could locate Charles and he was going to keep it that way. I knew he was making a lot of money.
I tried to go on about my life when the fifth month of being without James came and put a road block on everything. My doorbell rang and I went to answer it but by the time I was there the person was gone. I looked around and saw nobody but looked down and saw flowers on the ground in a package.
I recognized the type and tears came to my eyes. I picked them up and looked at them. They were the same flowers that were on sale at the store the same day I met James. They were there at the store he was supposed to kill me in.
I ran out the door yelling his name, crying, but nobody was there. I felt in my heart that this meant he must be alive but I wasn’t positive. It didn’t make sense to me though so I tried not to get my hopes up.
I would try and convince myself it was him but I felt in my heart if it was him he would come to me and not make me wonder if he was alive or dead. I started to think more and more that James was dead so instead of looked for him I put all my resources and time into my training.
My father needed to die and since James wasn’t around anymore, I guess I was the one that had to kill him.
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