Betrayed (The Worshipped Series Book 2) (16 page)

I put both of my hands on his face and as calmly as I can I start to talk to him. I can only hope this works. I need to pull him out of his dark trance. I have to show him the way back into the light. I don’t know if I can, but I will never forgive myself if I don’t try everything. 

“Jason. Please Jason. Come back to me. Please Jason, stop this. Don’t kill another man. Please.”

I repeat this over and over. Just when I am about to give up, I see Jason’s eyes move to me. Yes! He is seeing me finally. “Come on Jason. Come back to me. Let go, and come back to me.”

Jason shakes his head and just as quickly as he had Frankie in his death grip, he lets him go. Frankie falls to the floor in a loud thump and I lean down to check for a pulse. I try to keep my cool when I don’t feel one. I lean his head back and start CPR. I hold his nose as I breathe into his mouth two times. I start compressions. I count thirty to myself and give him two more breathes. I am starting to lose all hope of saving poor Frankie when he starts to cough. I roll him over on his side and I let go of the breath that I realize I am holding. 

“You’re okay now. Take slow deep breaths. That’s it. Nice and slow for me.”

Frankie finally gets his breathing back to normal and he sits up. He looks at me and I know he is telling me “thank you” with his eyes. I know he thought he was going to die and I know he is grateful I was able to save him. I nod my head at him and I turn to see Jason standing there watching us. I can’t read his emotions right now, but he seems upset with himself. He looks at me, closes his eyes, then turns and walks out the door. 

I almost killed Frankie. How could I lose control like that? What has become of me now? Is it so easy to set me off? I have no idea what had come over me. I don’t even remember what or how I had Frankie against the wall, choking the life out of him. I could feel his rapid heartbeat on my fingers. I have marks on my hand from Frankie trying to get me to let go of him. I can’t believe I lost control like that. Not with Karen or Frankie. With any other stranger I wouldn’t be affected by it at all. But Karen, God what have I done? 

I want to get into my truck and just leave. I want to leave both of them behind and never look back. I’m no good for anyone. Everyone will be better off if I just leave. Or put a bullet through my skull. 

This is the first time after I let the darkness come out that I feel guilty about it. Guilt. That is a whole new emotion for me. I have never felt this before and I am overwhelmed by it. I don’t know how to deal with this feeling. I pace in front of our room not knowing what the fuck to do. I should leave. Just get into the truck and go. Karen will find her way back home. And Frankie will go back to the new warehouse and take over everything. 

“Jason.”

Her voice stops me in my tracks. I slowly turn, hating what I know I will see in her eyes. She thinks of me as a monster and I don’t blame her. It cuts me deep seeing that in her beautiful eyes. I don’t want to see that, but how can I change the very thing I know I am? 

“Frankie is okay now. He wants to talk to you.”

I nod my head and she opens the door more for me to come inside. She walks into the bathroom giving us what little privacy she can. I walk over to Frankie. He’s sitting on the bed rubbing his throat. Fuck. I don’t want to feel anything for what I did. I need to shut this shit off and lock it down now. 

And that’s what I do. I place my mask over my face and push all emotions down. Just as Dominic taught me. I sit down beside him, wondering what he is going to say. Not that is will matter to me now. He should’ve minded his own fucking business. Come to think of it, I shouldn’t be placing any blame on anyone besides Karen. She is the reason for all of this. 

“Look man, I don’t know what happened to you, but I just want you to know I don’t hold any hard feelings toward you. I shouldn’t have gotten into you business.” 

It’s funny to me that Frankie feels the need to apologize to me when I am the one who almost killed him. Ironic isn’t it. I turn to him and slap him on his back. I don’t say anything but he knows it’s showing I hold no ill feelings toward him. The last thing I need is for him to hold a fucking grudge and try to knife me in the back. 

Karen walks out of the bathroom and we both stand, accessing each other. I try not to let the anger show on my face. Just knowing she called Riley makes my blood boil. She slowly walks over to Frankie and she looks at the bruises that are forming on his neck. I notice she is careful not to touch him too much, but I don’t know if that is because she is afraid of what I might do or not. Frankie shakes her off of him and she lets her hands drop. 

“You could be a little more grateful considering I saved your life. I could’ve let Jason finish you off.” Karen snaps at Frankie and I can’t contain my grin at her. Damn woman doesn’t know how to keep her mouth shut. For anything. Frankie looks at me and I just shrug my shoulders. If he only knew what comes out of her mouth sometimes. 

“We good man?” Frankie asks me. 

“Yeah, we’re good. Grab my shit and go start the truck so we can get the fuck out of here.”

He doesn’t waste a second to do exactly that. If only one other person will listen to me that way. It will make things so much easier if she won’t fucking fight me. Like right now, I can tell she’s gearing up for a fight. Fuck it. If she wants a fight, by God I’ll give her one. 

“You have two minutes to get your shit together and to put on some fucking clothes. I don’t want to deal with your bullshit right now, so I suggest you don’t say a fucking word and for once do what the fuck I tell you.”

Karen’s cheeks turn a bright red and I know I pissed her off. I really could care less right now. She fucked me royally and now we have to leave now. I don’t know if our location is already compromised or not. I thought we would be able to stay in one place a little longer. But knowing someone else besides Dominic might come looking for us now and I can’t let that happen. And I have a feeling Dominic will be sending some of his men this way now. 

Goddammit! Karen fucked up everything. 

I don’t say a word to her as she rushes to grab her belongings. I stand with my arms crossed watching her every move. I can tell I pissed her off, but I really don’t give a shit. She should’ve known better and she has no idea what she’s done. We are going to be in deeper shit than we already are. Plus with all this shit with the cartel, I can only focus on one thing at a time. I can’t have Karen going behind my back and calling for help. She needs to realize I am the only help she fucking needs. Looks like the plan for being patient just went up in flames. Fuck it. She thinks I am a dick now, God she has no fucking idea what I have in store for her now. I am going to push her until she breaks. And believe me she will break for me. She’ll be begging for my cock and just because I am a dick, I won’t give it to her. At least not until she knows she is mine. 

Karen walks up to me and I can see she is fighting not to say something. I smirk at her. I know that will piss her off even more. And I am right. She throws her bags at me and I catch them with a grunt. What the hell does she have in these bags? She rolls her eyes at me and I can’t stop my dick from twitching at her feistiness. I like her when she challenges me, but I also like it when she submits to me. I have to clear my head of all things Karen. She makes it harder for me to focus. Would probably help me, if she wasn’t so goddamn tempting. 

I toss her bags over my shoulder and I grab her by her arm with my free hand. I pull her to the truck and put her in the back seat. Her bags land with a thud in the truck bed and I have to dig around in my bags for the handcuffs. I quickly handcuff her to the door handle. She glares at me the whole time but I pretend not to notice. I shut her door and I walk over to the driver’s side. Frankie has his eyes closed and I punch him to wake his ass up. 

“I’m not paying your ass to fucking sleep on the job. Wake the fuck up and set the GPS for a motel nearby. Make sure it’s secluded.” 

“Yeah man, I got you.”

I shake my head at Frankie. Why he keeps calling me man is beyond me. People will start to think we are bros if he keeps that shit up. I don’t want to be bros with anyone. I just want to stay alive long enough to see another day. 

I pull out of the motel parking lot and head north as the mechanical GPS voice tells me to. I hear Karen make a noise, and I figure she is thinking I can actually take orders from someone or something. If she only knew. I get she is still pissed because I keep her in the dark about my life and what I did in my past. Truthfully, I don’t think I want her to ever know. I used to be the perfect lap dog for Dominic. Always doing his dirty work when he didn’t feel the need to. Which was a lot. Surprising to anyone, but he liked to play head games with everyone. He never stopped his killings. He just wanted me to do most of them. 

I have too much going on to think about Dominic and the way he used to order me to kill people he thought were threats. Not to mention this shit with the cartel is getting worse by the minute. For the past two weeks Frankie and I have been working day in and day out to fix what happened with the cops. Between making sure all the coke and money are being delivered to the right people and looking for the fucking rat, I barely have had a second to think of anything else. 

It seems no one knows anything about how the cops found us out. I have a feeling it was that pecker head that almost got Frankie and I killed when we did the money and gun exchange. That dick is nowhere to be found and no one knows shit about him either. It is like he disappeared. I know for a fact no one just ups and goes missing like that without some fucking help. Either he had someone within our crew help him, or he was working for the fucking cops. Either way, eventually I will find him and when I do… let’s just say it won’t be good for him. 

It is a good thing I have Frankie with me still. I could’ve sent him back to the warehouse to make sure everything was going the way it should, but I had forgotten how good it felt to have someone help watch my back. I didn’t trust him enough for anything else, but I know he won’t let anyone get the drop on me. Hell I pay him enough to have my back any day of the week. The only other person I let that happen with is Marcus. 

Marcus is like the brother I never had. He and I grew up in Dominic’s home and we trained together as well. He is also the only person I trusted to let me know when shit gets too hot for me. My phone dings with a text. Speaking of the devil. I open the message from Marcus and I relax a bit when I read his weekly update. 

You’re still in the clear. Julian is safe. 

I close my phone. He knows I won’t message back. As long as everything is good to go I’m fine. Leaving Julian was one of the hardest things I had to do. But again, I had no choice in the matter. I am glad Marcus is there to watch over him and to keep him safe. If anything happened to him…

My thoughts are interrupted by the GPS’s mechanical voice telling me to turn right. I’m not very familiar with this area Frankie chose for us to stay at. I hope we can get some reprieve and not have to leave for a few days. I know that might be pushing it, but I need to relax and get my head back in the game. I won’t be worth shit if I am groggy with sleep. Hell I can’t even remember the last time I actually slept for an entire night. 

Twenty minutes later, the truck is parked in yet another motel. God, Cozumel Mexico is looking better and better. I have to play it out well. I can’t have anyone follow us there. It’s the one place that Dominic has no idea about. It’s the one place I know we can go and be safe. I glance in the rearview mirror at Karen, and I think she will like it there. Maybe by then she will be better at fucking listening to me and doing what I tell her to do. If not, it won’t be a pleasant time for her.  

Frankie goes into the office to get our room key as I unload the truck. It doesn’t take him long to come back with two room keys. His room is adjoining to ours. I leave Karen in the truck as I make my way to the room and put our bags on the floor. 

This motel is probably the best looking one we have been at since all this shit started. I don’t look too much into the details, knowing that all motels basically look the same no matter where they are. 

I return to the truck and open the back door to get Karen. She doesn’t look at me when I unlock her handcuffs and take her arm again. She doesn’t protest either, which is a step up. Maybe she knows I’m not in the fucking mood for her shit either. If it wasn’t for her, we could’ve stayed at that motel for at least another couple of days. 

I shove her in the room and I shut the door. I knock on the door that adjoins Frankie’s room to ours and when he knocks back, I know he is good for the rest of the day. I shouldn’t need him until tomorrow, but I know where he is at all times now.  

For the first time since we left the motel, I myself thinking about what Karen did. It was a stupid mistake of mine to leave my cell phone in the room. Honestly I didn’t think two shits about it since I could barely get cell reception in the room. That was lucky on my part. There is no telling who would be coming if she told them where we are. I don’t think she knew what part of Texas we were in, but if she told them Texas, then they could start digging. I was pretty confident that no one would say they saw us, but hell that’s something that I never knew for one hundred percent. There was always the off chance of someone running their fucking mouths.