Chapter 387 Do You Have a Death Wish?
"Where we headed?" Elio asked again, trying to keep his cool but sounding shaky.
James shot back, "Just drive to some quiet spot."
Elio's nerves snapped. He started shaking and blurted out, "We're no enemies. Why do you want to kill me? My whole family depends on me; I can't die."
James shot him a glance and asked, "Really, dude?"
Not wasting time on chit-chat, James said coldly, "Quit whining. Do as I told you, or I'll put a bullet in your skull."
Elio had never met anyone as hardcore as James. He was scared out of his mind and kicking himself for his choices. If he had known, he would've bailed instead of chasing after Jennifer. Now he was totally screwed.
Regret hit him hard.
While driving, he slowed down on purpose, swerving the car, hoping someone—preferably a cop—would notice.
But James wasn't fooled. He smacked Elio in the back of the head, making him yelp in pain. Elio got the message and stopped trying something funny. Panic set in, and he couldn't think straight.
After about ten minutes, following James's directions, they pulled into a deserted industrial area.
James, stone-faced, said, "Get out."
Elio felt the icy vibe coming off James and freaked out even more. This guy had to be a killer; only a killer could be this scary.
He didn't dare resist. His mind went blank, and he got out of the car like a robot.
"Let's make a deal. How much are they paying you to whack me? I'll give you double, no, triple, five times as much. Just don't kill me, alright?" Elio's legs were shaking as he begged, forcing a terrified smile.
"How do you know Jennifer?" James asked, cool as ice.
"H-Huh?" Elio was thrown off and stammered, confused.
"I won't repeat myself," James said, his stare making Elio shiver. Elio quickly spilled, "A relative introduced us. My relative's tight with Dennis."
James felt a weird sense of relief. Jennifer hadn't come looking for him; it was Dennis who set it up.
Then he laughed bitterly at himself. Even if Jennifer liked him, so what? He was leaving Lindwood City, and Jennifer's future had nothing to do with him.
Seeing James silent for a while, Elio got even more nervous. Was this guy not here to kill him?
"Do you know Jennifer?" Elio asked cautiously.
James looked up, his voice icy, "You're done chasing Jennifer. Stay the hell away from her, or I'll make you regret it."
Elio, not being a total idiot, quickly pieced it together. This guy wasn't a hitman; he was just another man after Jennifer, warning him to back off.
Anger flared up in Elio, "So you're just some guy after Jennifer? You've got some nerve."
He stormed toward James, ready to throw down.
James didn't flinch. He whipped out a gun and aimed it right at Elio's forehead, "You wanna die?"
In the dim light, Elio couldn't make out what James had pulled, just that it was long and black. Feeling it pressed against his forehead, he guessed it was a gun. Panic set in again, "Don't shoot, man. I messed up."
"Too late," James sneered, pressing the gun harder against Elio's forehead, then pulled the trigger.
The gunshot echoed, and Elio's world went dark. He felt like his soul had been yanked out, his strength drained. His legs buckled, and he slumped to the ground.
'No way. I'm young, got cash and pretty face. I haven't even lived yet, and now I'm gonna die?' he screamed in his head.
But after a moment, he realized he wasn't dead. He could still feel everything, and there was no pain. Stunned, he checked himself over. He was fine.
Relief washed over him, and he noticed he was drenched in sweat, his clothes sticking to him.
Then it hit him. He looked up and saw James smirking, holding a black lighter.
Rage filled Elio instantly.
"You think you can mess with me? You're dead meat!" He jumped up, furious, and swung at James's face.
Despite his office job and fair skin, Elio had been hitting the gym and practicing Taekwondo to impress the ladies. He wasn't a pro, but he was strong enough to handle most people.
He was sure he could take James down.
But before his fist could reach James's face, James caught it with one hand.
"Looks like you think you're pretty tough," James said, smirking.
Elio felt like his fist was caught in a vice, unable to move. James's grip tightened, crushing his fist, twisting his joints painfully. Elio screamed in pain, begging, "I'm sorry, man. Let me go, please."
James wasn't about to let him off easy. He kept squeezing until Elio's fist was crushed, the pain making Elio break down and cry, collapsing to his knees in front of James.
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