Breathless 2: In Love With an Alpha Billionaire (Breathless 2)

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Destiny

Time Is All We Got

As I was leaving Jacob’s house, I still had a sour taste in my mouth. It was the same taste he left me with when he rushed off to Miami. The doorbell rang and I thought he’d used common sense and come back. I opened it without looking out the window.

"Boo bitch!" Justine said as I stood eye to eye with her chrome-plated pistol. She walked forward and I backed up into the house with my hands in the air. I could feel my heart about to jump out my shirt as I stared into her wild-looking blue eyes.

"Justine, what do you think you’re doing? I thought you were sick," I said as my mind raced to catch up with the fear in my heart.

"Oh, I'm sick; sick of you being with my man, but I got some medicine for that ass," Justine said as she pressed the barrel of the gun to my head.

"Ja-cob…is not here. He just got on his jet on the way to Miami to check on you," I said as that fear began to crawl over every nerve in my body. I hoped that hearing Jacob had left to be by her side would make her back down.

"Don’t tell me where my man is! Don’t do that! I know where he is. I sent him there. I didn’t come for Jacob, Destiny. It's your home-wrecking ass that I'm here to settle up with."

Justine's mascara was running wildly down her pale face. She looked as if she hadn’t had good sleep or a good meal in days. Her hair was disheveled, and she looked like a caged animal that had just been set free.

I continued to back away from her as she drew closer with the gun pointed between my eyes, until I backed into a wall.

"I should kill your black whore ass where you stand. Who do you think you are to come and try to take my man?" she asked before striking me on the side of my face with the gun.

"Ouch!" I yelled as blood gushed from my face. The pain from that single strike felt as if I’d been stabbed by a thousand knives. I gripped my face with my hand to try to stop the pain.

"Shut the fuck up before I shut you up,” Justine yelled over my screams. “You've been running around here having a love fest with Jacob, but this is real life right here. When you take something that belongs to another woman, you have to suffer the consequences. And, oh honey there are consequences for taking the man I love."

"I didn’t know…" I started to say, before she turned the gun around and hit me with in the center of my face. As the butt of the gun hit my face, I fell to the ground. I hollered out so loud that I was sure someone would hear me and call the police. Then I remembered Jacob's property was practically in the middle of nowhere.

"Wrong answer! I'm not going to let you stand here and act like you didn’t know Jacob belonged to me, especially when you saw me at the airport about to kill myself over him. You knew! Bitch, you knew!"

I lay on the ground and watched as she hit her head with the side of gun. She took out her cell phone and dialed a series of numbers.

"Move and you will die," she said as she put the phone to her ear. "Hello my darling, Jacob," I heard her say before she kneeled down and popped me with the pistol again.

A horrifying scream escaped my throat. My head was pounding so hard. I could not move. I could feel my mind separating from my body. I saw the beautiful smiles of my babies, Junior and Montana, before I faded into limbo of alertness and oblivion.

With the pistol to her advantage, Justine sat down on the sofa and talked to Jacob. The well-kept, pretty woman I’d seen at the bar in Miami was no more. The beast sitting on the sofa was disheveled from her head to her feet. Her makeup was messily applied and her lipstick was smeared across her lips. She looked like she had gotten into a fight with a heavyweight champ and lost.

“Please, don’t do this,” I begged, just above a whisper when I finally was able to move again. I scooted to the nearest corner and curled my knees up to my chest.

“Shut up!” she replied, jumping up off the sofa and kicking my leg with her hard bottom shoe. The gun was aimed at my head. “We’re just waiting for Jacob to get here, so he can watch your worthless blood spill out on his fine, imported carpet. Why he would choose scraps when he could have first class, I will never know.”

I tuned Justine out as she hurled one insult at me after another. I wanted my last memories to be of people I loved. Images of my smart baby girl writing her numbers and past conversations with my inquisitive son ran through my head like a movie. There was no amount of love for Jacob that equaled what I felt for my kids in that moment.

I’d dashed off, ready to meet Jacob after dropping them off at Mama’s house. I didn’t even take the time to look into their eyes and tell them how much I loved them before I left. That’s the sad part about death. I didn’t know my time had run out, until it was too late. I didn’t know it could be my last chance to say goodbye.

CHAPTER ONE

Jacob

When Opportunity Knocks

“I need to go check on her. The last time I felt this way, she had almost killed herself from an overdose," I told Destiny after waking up from a bad dream about Justine. "Jacob, I’m sure it was just a bad dream…" Destiny assured me.

Lord, how I wished I’d listened. The hour following my argument with Destiny was definitely an eyes-wide-open nightmare. If I had listened to her, at least I would’ve been home protecting her. I hated getting it wrong! But time was of the essence. I had to think fast. I took out my cell and called the police.

“911, where is your emergency?” the dispatcher said on the first ring.

“At my house; 5461 Terrance Lane. She's going to kill her. Oh God, hurry! She has a gun.”

“Okay, sir. That address was 5461 Terrance Lane?”

“Yes! She needs help now.”

“What city and state is this address?”

“Atlanta, Georgia.”

“Okay, I have contacted Atlanta’s dispatch and a patrol car is on the way right now, sir. Do you know the perpetrator?” the dispatcher asked after a brief pause.

“Yes... Justine Parker.”

“Do you have her phone number?”

“Hold on,” I said as I quickly scanned through my phone looking for Justine’s number. “It’s 786-200-6654.”

“What’s the victim’s name and number?”

“

Why do you need to know all of this? Just get someone over there to help my fiancée!”

“Sir, we have to get this information just in case the perpetrator changes locations. Having both of their cell phone numbers allows us to pick up signals on both phones.”

“Okay. Her name is Destiny Baker and her phone number is 770-562-1245,” I said as my anger rose. “Get her some help now!”

“What is your name and where are you located, sir?”

“Jacob Turner and I’m on my private jet headed back to Atlanta.”

“How do you know that Destiny is being attacked at this address, sir?

“I just left Destiny at my house less than an hour ago and Justine called me threatening to shoot her. I heard Destiny screaming in the background.”