A Legacy of Sorrow (A Violent Agenda)

Jude

For fuck’s sake.

Viola’s Beetle is gone.

Fucking follow her. Just don’t let her see you.

That’s the last message from Dino. Fuck that. I don’t care if she sees me or not.

I accelerate and turn down the dead-end that I saw her car drive down seconds earlier, scanning the deserted street and the cars parked along the sides, but come up empty. I idle the engine while trying to decide which direction to take next, then I drive to the end of the road peering down each one and turn around. Nothing. Where the hell could she go? She must have gone down one of the alleyways but which one?

Fuck it. She’s gone. Screw trying to find her. I’m so fucking pissed off.

I head back the way I came and pull onto the main road. I send Dino another message but he doesn’t fucking reply but there’s a reply from Lor since I sent them both the same message.

Follow her.

I type back.

Viola’s gone

He immediately replies.

What do you mean, gone? Find her.

I mean, she’s fucking disappeared. Nah, mate. I’m going home.

I chuck the phone onto the seat next to me and kick the car into gear as the traffic lights change. I get as far as the next junction when a brown mustang appears going in the opposite direction.

A car like that started following Saskia to school a few weeks ago. Lor was the one who clocked it and told me to make sure the bastard who owned it didn’t get anywhere near Saskia or Viola for that matter. Whatever Lor knows he isn’t telling me the full story, but I don’t hesitate to do a U-turn and follow it back to the dead-end Viola vanished into.

Maybe I can’t be fucked to look for our resident killer at two in the morning, but I’m not leaving her here with that bastard loose.

I’m just in time to see his car drive into a cobbled area and park up. I wait until he gets out and walks around the corner, and then I park and do the same. Hidden away from the main road is a basement bar. I see a glimpse of his blond hair through the shitty glass before the guy disappears down the stairwell entrance.

Is Viola down there?

I would hazard a guess, that’s a yes. Nothing outside the venue gives me any answers, except that it’s not the type of bar that looks inviting. The place is a complete and utter dive. Why the hell is she here? Why the hell is he here? Fucking us over comes to mind, but I need to see it for myself.

If she’s meeting with that sick fuck, I’m going to ruin her.

I clench my jaw, exhale, and go down the steps after them. In my pocket, my phone vibrates. Another order from Lor? Fucking prick. The dickhead is off skiing in St Moritz. He wants to keep tabs on his new pet, he should fucking come here and do it himself. I send Lor that exact message and push my way inside.

Just find out what she’s up to. Is that too much to ask? Where’s Sinner?

I’m here, aren’t I? He’s at one of those fucking family meetings of his.

I don’t mention the blond guy. Lor’s in love with her or some shit. Sinner too. Where the fuck is Sinner anyway? His brother is back but Dino usually stays away from Kristian. When Lor doesn’t respond either, I tuck my phone away and enter, scanning the semi-crowded bar. The stench of piss, beer, and sweat, makes me want to retch. Trust Viola to find the one roach-infested shit hole in all of West London.

Finally, I spot her down one end tucked into a booth. Opposite her isn’t the guy I expected, but a pretty Asian girl. Totally my type. The moment she kisses Viola on the lips, my dick jerks in my pants and I’m loving the fact I’m here and the others aren’t.

Rock hard, I slip into a bar stool where I’m sure they can’t see me and order a beer. As I watch the bitch who has my best mate’s balls in the palm of her hand, all sorts of fucked up thoughts come to mind.

Like…Maybe I should go over there and convince Viola to bring her pretty friend home. Why the fuck not? We have the house to ourselves for once. Lor has fucked her. It’s not unlike us to share and the eyes Viola gives me when she thinks I’m not looking haven’t gone unnoticed. And I can still taste her pretty pussy from that night outside the church. Thirsty all of sudden, I take a mouthful of my drink.

Fuck waiting.

I’m done playing nice.

After her little stunt with the gun and then making me drive all over town over the limit, she’s fucking mine.