Chapter 38
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"Why did you get that?" Jack asked, hinting at Mr. teddy.
I shrugged, not looking away from the bear. "Just because." I said, still ruffling at the fake fur.
"Plushies aren't your thing." He said a matter of fact and he was right. I am absolutely not a plushie person, but I had no choice! I needed something as my alibi. "You did sound really excited in the car, but still…" He drawled, his voice laced in suspicion with his gaze casted on me every now and then.
"The store was cute and I always wanted to check it out." I said plainly.
"Really?" He asked doubtful.
"Yes, really." I said, getting annoyed.
"What have you been doing today anyway?" I asked snapping my head to look at him.
He shrugs. "Tracking down someone. You wouldn't understand."
I raised a bow. 'Tracking down someone?'
"You mean someone like James?" I wondered. I haven't heard anything about him since that time and I am kind of worried about him. Jack really did a number on him and knowing that Jack still has his eyes set on killing him doesn't calm my nerves.
"Why the fuck do you want to know that?" He asked dangerously low.
The air became tense sucking the last bit of oxygen out of my lungs. I shrunk away trying to find solace in my teddy bear, hugging it tightly. "You better answer me while I am asking you nicely." He gritted.
"I was just curious." It came out like a low whisper.
"Bullshit!" He barked. "You must really like him. You even fucking saved him when he almost killed you!"
"Jack I-" I tried to defend myself, but this guy was just raging.
"I am sure that you wanted to fuck that slut like you almost did with that CEO of yours!" He yelled slamming his fist on the steering wheel.
My eyes widens and I could feel the color being drained from my face.
'He knows.'
"Y-You know?" I stuttered.
He laughed cynical. "Of course I fucking know baby! Do you really think that I wouldn't know?" He sneered gripping tightly at the wheel.
My eyes were quivering in fright. "Then why didn't you bombard me with messages stopping me like you always did?"
He stepped hard on the breaks steering to the side. You could hear the tires screeching loudly, crying as if they were on fire leaving ashy trails behind. Jack parked the car and snapped his head towards me laying his hard gaze on me, causing me to flinch.
"That doesn't matter. What matters was that I was this close to slicing his neck open." He snarled, making a pinching gesture leaving no gape between the thumb and index finger.
But that still doesn't make sense if he was blazing with anger that much then there's no way that he wouldn't message me. It's not like he trusts me and it's also not like he could control Mr. Moore's actions.
So what is it? Why couldn't he do it? Even when he does other stuff he never fails to annoy or scare the living crap out of me.
That one time I only hugged James, but he was livid and Mr. Moore was literally eating my neck and he didn't even make a sound.
'What's the difference? Unless…' My eyes went round as realization finally hits me. 'he was there himself?' Jack is a fucking employee at the company! That would maybe explain how he was able to easily kill the victims next to him being a professional killer of course.
But there was no one else in the office, so he must have been standing at the other side of the door. 'The assistant of Mr. Moore maybe?' I was racking my brains and memories for any colleagues that were suspicious in any other way.
"What did you find out?" Jack's voice boomed through my mind. My eyes meeting his tinted sunglasses.
"Nothing." I said calm, lying through my teeth.
"What. Did. You. Find. Out. April?" He gritted out.
"I said nothing!" I yelled trying to keep my voice steady.
He scoffed. "I know your expression April. That was an expression that said that you've figured something out."
"Now…" he said as he crawled like a feral beast from his seat towards me, his face getting dangerously close to mine. "What did you find out?" He growled.
My mouth was clamped shut refusing to say anything.
"Say it!" He roared and I yelped, shutting my eyes close as my body involuntarily started to tremble.
"W-Will you just calm down already!? It just suddenly started to make sense, alright!?" I spitted out.
"What did!?" He slammed his fist against the window.
"Well you just said something that didn't make sense." I answered carefully, trying to understand his sudden outburst.
"Shit!" He snapped angrily. "I thought that I had planned out everything perfectly." He groaned despondently as he slumped back into his seat.
Okay what the hell is going on? Why is he reacting like that? Is it such a big deal that I had found out that he was working in the same company as I was? It's not like I know his identity. "I am so confused." I muttered.
"I get that." He said and started to pull on his shawl in pure frustration.
Surprised I grabbed his arm stopping him. "What do you think that you're doing?" I asked looking at him like he had lost his marbles.
"What does it look like?" He answered and continues to yank angrily at his shawl and his hoodie.
"Why the hell are you undressing!?" I was totally confused by his actions and kept trying to stop him. "You think that I will let you to do this knowing that this may lead me to being kidnapped!?" I yelled, pulling on his arms, but he was unfazed and kept going.
He reached for his glasses. "You already know who I am, so what's the big deal?" He asked confused.
"I don't!" I yelled frantically.
"What?" He said, his disguised voice dropped; but it was already too late. He had already taken off his disguise and I was left speechless.
My eyes widens and my jaw dropped when I was met with the deep sea blue colored eyes, the onyx black hair that normally was kept well, but was now disheveled from wearing a hoodie and a beanie; pointing in different directions.
I pointed absentmindedly at him, finding it difficult to form a sentence, my lips trembling.
"Mr. Moore!?" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
His face blanched as the realization had finally sunken in, but the damaged had already been done. "You didn't know?"
