Chapter hundred and forty three

Ethan

“You have two seconds to start talking before I blow your fucking brains out.” Oliver seethed, his grip on his revolver tightened as he held it pointed at Jenna.

I could see how much he was holhimself back from shooting. He could kill her for the simple fact of being Ron's daughter. The man was the one who killed his father after all and put him in misery for twenty years.

Even I wanted to kill her just for that. But I held my anger in. I could see Xavier simmering from where he stood. We were both holding our anger on a very tight leash.

If Oliver loses his temper, both of us need to be coolheaded enough to calm him down. And my cousin has a really bad temper.

I guess I would to, if the person who kidnapped my girlfriend is standing in my house. I knew not to trust people's appearance but I couldn't believe Jenna would do that. Sure she looks like she could be a little vicious. But not to the extent of abducting someone.

While we were busy grilling Alberto for answers, Ron was already making his move. That man works fast, that's certain.

I'm sure the only reason Oliver hasn't shoot Jenna was because of what might happen to Dallas. Ron would certainly not take well to someone hurting his daughter. He seems to care about her. Or maybe that's another one of his pretenses.

I was always excellent at reading people. But not being able to get a read on the lady standing by the door was pulling on my last fucking nerves. It makes me so wonder how many years it took for her to perfect her external image.

“Why the fuck are you here, Jenna? The ultimatum isn't up yet. There's still time before Oliver has to marry you. Or are you so eager to get engaged to him because no man can stand you?” I asked, my tone laced with irritation.

“Oh please! I can get anyone I want.” She flipped her long brown hair as if to prove her point.

Her hair was rich brown, so unlike Dallas's fiery red hair. And their eyes were of different colors. While Dallas had Ron's green eyes, Jenna's eyes were hazel like her mother’s.

I still couldn't believe they were sisters. Though they have a few similar features but they look nothing alike. Dallas has a smaller and more petite figure, while Jenna is lean and really tall. She looks every bit of the supermodel she is. I couldn't help but wonder if that was a mask too.

A lot of unbelievable things had happened in the past forty eight hours. From finding out Oliver's evil nanny was alive to realizing that my uncle was a member of some high-class assassin.

I couldn't picture the nice and easygoing Henry Kang Joon I grew up with as a vicious man. But everyone in our world has a skeleton in their cupboard.

I've also done many morally questionable things in my life except taking a life. I prefer to let others do that dirty work. But there are multiple ways to hurt someone without taking their lives. And I know most of them.

“What do you want? We're kinda busy here.” Xavier said and gestured to the scattered documents around us.
“To tell you that everything you are doing is a big waste of your time.” She shrugged. “You're not going to find anything useful by surfing the net.”

We already knew that but none of us admitted it. Everything we were doing was a long shot from the start, but it was better than nothing at all.

Oliver was already losing his mind with each passing second without Dallas. I was trying everything to find their location, but it was almost like they weren't on the planet. But I kept searching anyway.

To hear Jenna rub our lack of success in our face was infuriating as hell.

Oliver seem to have the same thought as his jaw ticked. He finally lowered his gun but still held it firmly in his hand.

“Appreciate your fake concern but it's not needed. And I'm warning you for the last time, Jenna, don't ever come into my house uninvited.” Oliver said. His voice was so cold and dripping with rage.

My cousin has always been at his deadliest when he's this calm.

Jenna had the nerve to chuckle as if Oliver's threat meant nothing to her. Maybe it didn't.

“Believe me this is the last place I want to be, but unfortunately I have no choice.” She shrugged.

“Then say what you want and leave.” I snapped at her.

I had a distinct feeling that she was intentionally stalling. I couldn't figure out why though.

I sucked in a sharp breath.
“I want to help you with your quest.” She said.

Out of all the things that I imagined would come out of her mouth, I never expected that. It would seem neither of us expected it as we all exchanged looks. There was no use masking our surprises. She already saw it.

Heather recovered from the shock first.
“Why would you want to do that? Should I remind you that you were the one who abducted her in the first place.” Heather said, her voice laced with anger.

She hadn't said anything since Jenna showed up, but I knew she was simmering with rage at the mere sight of her.

Aside from Oliver, I think she's the most affected by Dallas's kidnapping. She probably blames herself for letting Dallas go out alone with her evil sister.

I wanted to tell her that no one blames her. Not when just minutes after Dallas and Jenna had left, Ron had came in and knocked her unconscious.

My gaze flickered to the bandage on her forehead. If I catch Ron first, I might kill him for the pain he inflicted on her.

“Yeah about that. It's not my fault she's so starved for a sibling's love that she fell for the lie so easily.” She shrugged.

This time, Oliver did shoot at her. But she ducked quickly as if she saw the bullet coming. As if she's done it multiple times before.

The smirk on her face confirmed that she had. She hadn't balked even when Oliver held her at gunpoint earlier. It wasn't entirely shocking. Her father was the leader of assassins after all. These kind of scenarios were probably normal for her.

None of us had flinched at the sound of the bullet going off, not even Heather. I felt a surge of pride at that. She had surely evolved from the Millie I knew years back. She kept telling me she had changed and I'm starting to believe her.

She was weak from losing so much blood in such short period, but she still managed to stand her ground. I was so fucking proud of her.

“If you're planning to save your girlfriend, maybe work on your aim instead. It's shitty.” Jenna said, her nose scrunched up in annoyance. She seemed offended as if she didn't just narrowly missed getting shot.

Dallas and Jenna did have one thing in common after all. They were both so fucking reckless.

“Say one more thing against Dallas and find out if my aim is as shit as you think.” Oliver dared.

Jenna was smart enough not to taunt him again.
“To answer your questions, I have my reasons for wanting the girl saved.”

“And they're?” I asked.

“None of your business.” She snarled at me. “I know where my father is keeping her.”

“Where?” Oliver asked, his voice has softened, almost pleading.
If this bitch was playing us, I would kill her for giving my cousin such hope.

“The Mirage.” She said simply, like it was the answer to all of our problems and not crested more.

The three of us exchanged glances, the same question evident in our eyes.

“The Mirage? The one your parents live in?” Xavier asked.

“Yes, that one.” She said clearly irritated.

She flipped her hair and walked fully into the room. She sat down on the couch. We were all too shocked to try stop her.

“But how?” It was Oliver who talked this time.

“Because that's the only place you wouldn't look. My father owns the entire building. Or rather, the Brothers do. So he's technically the owner. Only members know about the underground holding center. The building was just a camouflage to hide what really goes on beneath. And almost everyone who lives there are one way connected to the Brothers.” She explains, adjusting her sitting position.

It made so much sense. None of us had thought to check Ron's house. His wife and several other families live there so it didn't even cross our mind. I must admit, he was clever.

“If only members know about it, then how did you know? Is it because you're the leader's daughter? Some nepo baby thing?” Xavier asked.

She turned to him, her lips curled up in a smirk,
“No, Carson. It's because I'm also a Brother.”

My jaws fucking dropped. Jenna was an assassin?

My head whirled towards Xavier and Oliver. Either they were really good at hiding their surprises or they expected it. I fucking didn't.

The highest paying supermodel in the country who has grazed hundreds of magazines was secretly an assassin. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore surprises.

“What do you want in return?” Oliver asked.

He didn't seem bothered by her revelation at all. I couldn't get a fucking grip of myself.

Jenna's face tightened, all traces of amusement disappearing.

“When this is over, I want my father dead.”