Jack In The Box novel Chapter 29

Riley

Ken was standing in the doorway, dressed in scrubs, giving me a weird look. “What are you doing, standing there so awkwardly?”

I had to remain calm.

“I was just making breakfast.” I said, and then a little louder, “KENNETH, if you were going to come home EARLY, why didn’t you call me? I would have made breakfast ready!”

“Why are you screaming at the top of your lungs? I’m right here and I can hear you just fine.” He said, obviously irritated from a twenty hour shift.

“Well, thought you were going to fall asleep any minute. Just making sure you’re awake.” I said.

He eyed the half eaten plate of eggs on on the table. “Sometimes you act really strange, Riley, did you know that?”

I tried not to take offense to that. “How would you like your eggs?”

“Scrambled, if you can. And thanks. I’ll just go get a shower first. I smell like a fucking animal farm.” He said, slipping off his coat and then stripping out of the blue uniform t-shirt.

He started walking towards the bathroom, when I called out to him loudly. “KEN, take as long as you want IN THE SHOWER. Stay there FOR THIRTY-MINUTES or ONE HOUR. No hurry at all!”

“I’m sure I could have heard you if I was four blocks away.” That said, closing closed the door behind him. Next thing, I heard the sound of the shower turning on.

I sighed and hastily prepared the scrambled eggs, the way Ken always preferred and placed the breakfast on the table after which I took Jack’s half eaten breakfast plate into my bedroom. Jack was standing behind the door, just in case Ken walked into my room. I kept the door ajar. I wanted to be aware in case Ken decided to end his shower quickly. Ken mostly spent a long time in the bathroom, especially when he’s had a long shift.

Jack was giving me one of his sweet smiles. I punched him playfully in the ribs. “What are you smiling at?”

“Wondering how I got so lucky this time.” He said, touching my hair. “You’re like a mama bear to him. It’s really cute in a maternal way.”

“We only had ourselves to look out for each other after our parents died. Ken thinks it’s his duty to take care of me but I end up babying him most of the time and its irritates him.”

“I like that quality about you, Riley. You’re always giving, and you never expect anything in return.”

I laughed. “You make me sound like a saint which I’m not.”

“Aren’t you?”

“No!”

“Do you have dirty thoughts about me?” He asked blatantly.

“All the damn time.” I confessed.

“Hmm, I’d love to hear about those dirty thoughts someday.” Jack said and shoveled down the fried eggs.

“And what are your thoughts like?” I asked.

“I have dirty thoughts about you, too, but mine are probably filthier compared to yours.”

I had goosebumps rise at the nape of my neck. I scratched my back feeling the blush creep into my cheeks. “Really? Explain it to me in detail.”

“As much as I’d love to exchange filthy thoughts about each other, and even demonstrate it to you, I think it’s best that I leave right now before your brother walks out of the shower and catches me hiding in his sisters bedroom. Not really in a mood to test a brother’s wrath. I’d be dead before I even stood for trail.”

I gave him a weak smile. He was trying to make the situation light by making a joke but we both knew our hearts were sinking. It hadn’t even occurred to me that he would leave so soon. Did I expect to keep Jack safely tucked in my closet? Besides, if Ken found out that Jack was here, he’d blow a gasket.

“I want to give you something.” Jack said and produced a piece of jewelry from his wallet.

Upon inspection, I realized it was a brooch. A very beautiful brooch with intricate design in the shape of a butterfly. It was embedded with glimmering blue and emerald stones. It was so pretty and vintage, something that I’d see in a jewelry store and only dream of buying it one day when I became rich.

“I want you to have this.” Jack said.

Certainly he wouldn’t go as far as to buy it for me, considering he was in a tight position himself.

“It looks really expensive.” I said.

“It was my mother’s favorite, Riley.” He said, still holding the jewelry out to me. “I know that I’m being too sentimental.”

I shook my head. “You loved your mother.” I took the jewelry from him. “It’s so beautiful, Jack. Are you sure you want to keep it with me?”

Jack chuckled. “It’s yours.”

“But...but...”

He closed his large palm over it. “She told me to give this to the woman I loved, and I want you to have it.”

“Oh, Jack.” I was moved to tears. My height barely surpassed his chest; I went up on my toes and kissed his cheek. “Will you be okay?” I asked, although I knew the answer to it.

Of course, he won’t.

“I’ll be fine, Riley.” He said. “I want to properly apologize to you for what I said about your brother. I threatened you with his life, and that was wrong of me. I wanted to be out of the asylum and it was the only thing that I could think of at that time to get out. Just know that, I would never hurt you or anyone you care about. I’m really sorry.”

I nodded. “I forgive you, Jack.”

“Where will you go?”

“I don’t know but I’ll survive.” He assured me.

“If you need anything, I’m always here for you.” Then I remembered something, walked to the wardrobe and retrieved some money out of the handbag.

Jack looked at the dollar bills and back at me. “Riley—”

“Take the money.” I told him.

He shook his head. “I can’t, Cotton-Candy. I know you need it too.”

“Not as much as you do. Trust me, we’ll be fine. Take the money, Jack.”

He probably was in dire need of cash because he took the dollar bills and pocketed it. “Thanks. I’ll pay you back.”

“Jack, I hope you don’t mind my saying.”

“Go ahead.”

“Your real father, Antonio. Well, I was just thinking. What if Brady wasn’t the one who sent those people to kill your Mom, but Antonio? I know it sounds crazy but there’s an aspect that we should consider that maybe Antonio got angry about your mom not leaving Brady for him and decided to take revenge.”

Jack stared at me for a moment before saying. “It can’t be, Riley. Antonio was a detective. He was a cop.”

“Oh.”

That left no room for argument.

“I need to see Ezra and find out what he’s up to.”

“What if he’s the one murdering people?” I asked.

“Then I’ll have to take drastic measures.” Jack said without hesitation.

There wasn’t a need for him to spell it out beyond what he’s said. Drastic measures only meant one thing. If push came to shove, Jack would kill his own brother no matter how painful it would be for him.

I heard the shower go off. Jack and I both turned towards the sound. “I have to go.” Jack said hastily.

I caught his hand in mine. I’d never seen Jack get serious so I knew this was goodbye. His dark eyes bore into mine, conveying a lot of things that he didn’t wish to speak.

“If I get out of this alive, I will find you. If I don’t, well, Riley, I want you to move on.”

“Don’t!”

Jack’s expressions told me he’d made up his mind and nothing that I would say was going to change it. He was really stubborn that way. We stared at each other like it was the last time and I hated this feeling.

“Whatever Ezra tells you, don’t believe him.”

I gave him a nod. Throwing a quick glance at the bathroom door, I went up on my tiptoes, but he was still so tall. “Kiss me.”

“Close your eyes,” He whispered. “And don’t cheat, Cotton-Candy.”

I closed my eyes and waited. His lips pressed warmly against mine, and then more aggressively, his strong hand snaked around my waist as he pulled me against his body. My fingers brushed his silky dark locks, holding him in place. He kissed me passionately and I heard him groan deep in his throat and that gave me encouragement to deepen the kiss and then he ended it abrubtly. He’d stopped kissing me.

“Don’t open your eyes.” He whispered.

Jack wasn’t holding me in his arms anymore. He let go of my hand. I stood there in the suffocating silence of the room.

“Riley, what are you doing with your eyes closed?” I heard Ken’s voice and I opened my eyes.

He was gone.

I spent the next day searching through pages and pages online about any information that I could find on Ezra but nothing seemed to hint to his violent nature. He seemed to be the only man in the family that had a clean page. There were no records of previous assaults, encounters with the law or anything remotely scandalous so how was it that a golden boy had turned out to be a killer?