After walking for an extended period, I stumbled upon a secluded part of the woods where the ground gently sloped down to the water's edge. I dropped the bags and decided to take a swim to cleanse the blood and the aftermath of sex.
After the refreshing swim, I dried off and changed into a more comfortable outfit – a thick turtleneck top paired with blue jeans. Opting for different ankle-high boots. Settling down, I decided to rummage through my mother's things.
Among my mother's belongings, I discovered a lighter, which struck me as odd since she never smoked. There were also multiple credit cards and a substantial amount of one-hundred-dollar bills. As I pulled out her phone, I couldn't help but notice numerous missed calls from Victor Donovan, reigniting my frustration and anger.
While browsing through her chats, I noticed an unsaved number that seemed to have regular correspondence with my mother. Intrigued, I began to investigate further, checking the frequency of calls and chat messages sent to this unknown contact, even those that had been deleted.
Determined to unveil the contents of these deleted messages, I attempted to retrieve them, hoping that her phone had automatically backed up the chats. The possibility of discovering important information or clues about her mysterious association filled me with curiosity and apprehension.
My astonishment knew no bounds as I scrolled through the deleted chats to the unsaved number. The messages revealed that my mother had been in contact with someone referred to as "agent x," and the content of their correspondence sent a shiver down my spine.
"Seven hells!" I couldn't help but exclaim, my eyes widening in disbelief. It was my own mother who had ordered a hit on Mark. Her sinister motive was to eliminate Mark so she could target his sister, but her plans had been thwarted because her men couldn't reach the enforcer's sister due to her being with Archer.
Even after the girl’s arrival in Duport, the surveillance of her persisted. The chat messages indicated that Archer's men were keeping a close watch on her, providing protection around the clock.
As the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, the shocking truth hit me like a freight train. My mother had orchestrated the death of Adolf and his men as a means to cover up her own involvement in the sinister scheme. The fact that she had allowed me to take the blame and face the wrath of Archer, putting my life in grave danger, left me seething with rage and betrayal.
“Grrr...!” An indescribable fury consumed me, and a low, guttural growl escaped my lips as I struggled to contain my emotions. Vengeful thoughts filled my mind. If the bitch wasn't already swimming with the crocodiles, I would have given her a thorough beating before killing her all over again. I was so mad I thought to go swimming to retrieve her body and fucking cut her into tiny pieces.
Inhaling deeply, I made a conscious effort to rein in my emotions as an idea began to take shape in my mind. What if I could use these men to deal with Archer's little bitch? The fact that Archer's men were keeping a close watch on her would be irrelevant if we joined forces.
Before anything else, I knew I had to deal with Victor Donovan. His presence was a threat that needed to be eliminated to secure my path forward. With him out of the picture, I could use the leverage of exposing my mother's co-conspirators to Archer to gain their cooperation in helping me eliminate the enforcer’s sister.
The plan was set – take care of Victor, then use the potential revelation of their dark deeds as a powerful bargaining chip. With their backs against the wall, they would have no choice but to join forces with me to confront my adversary.
Resolute in my purpose, I gathered all my mother’s valuables, discarding the expensive bag in the river to erase any trace of her. With my bag in tow, I set my sights on the road ahead, prepared to face whatever challenges lay ahead in my pursuit of retribution.
As I returned to the hotel, I found Victor in his room, seated on a side couch, draped in a towel robe, sipping scotch while a hotel staff member attended to his bed. The girl's uniform seemed deliberately short, and as she bent over, revealing her panties, a wave of discomfort washed over me.
"Where have you been?" He asked, making my blood run cold. Did he know? His question made my blood run cold. Did he suspect something?
"Didn't Archer inform you of my whereabouts?" I replied, trying to sound nonchalant.
Victor's focus sharpened on me as he inquired, "Tell me what?"
Realizing I needed privacy to handle this situation, "Hey, get out!" I briskly dismissed the maid. She hesitated for a moment, straightening her posture languorously before gathering the dirty sheets in the laundry basket.
"Rosa, continue with your task," Victor interjected, overruling my command. As I glanced at Rosa, I noticed a sly smirk on her face.
"Are you serious? You want to talk while she's here?" I protested.
Victor brushed off my concern with a dismissive tone. "What could you possibly want to discuss that she can't hear? Go ahead, I'm all ears," he urged, pushing me to speak.
Feeling my heart race, I began explaining, "I had a heated argument with my mother and needed some space to cool off..."
"Didn't you both leave together?" he inquired, studying me intently.
"Yes, but she was trying to talk to me, and I just couldn't handle it," I replied, still feeling the tension from the confrontation.
"Hmm... so, where is she now?" Victor asked, seemingly curious.
"I don't know, Victor, and I really don't want to discuss her anymore!" I insisted, wanting to shift the focus away from my mother.
"Fine then, what do you want?" Victor questioned flatly, not showing much interest.
"Can you please let this girl go?" I implored, my frustration growing.
"I've made my decision; she stays, Jessica. If you don't like it, you're free to leave," he retorted nonchalantly, seemingly unbothered.
"What?" I was taken aback by his response.
"Rosa, that's enough. Come here," Victor commanded, and I could only watch as the girl obediently went to his side.
She stood there, straddling him, and my heart sank as she parted his terry coat, revealing his hardened length. Anger surged through me, and my hand instinctively moved toward my gun in a fit of rage. But before I could act, Victor brandished a gun at me, freezing me in place.