The Versace League (20 page)

As time went on, the couple were living in Haiti as practically the King and Queen of the small Caribbean country. Jessica did her best to be happy, trying to get used to the un-American lifestyle and taking advantage of the poor, but she just couldn’t. Not only that, she just couldn’t find it in herself to love Jean anymore now that she knew who he was. Having sex with him had become more of a chore than an act of enjoyment and pleasure. She hated him and the more she hated him, the worse he had begun to treat her. The verbal abuse, had turned into emotional abuse which later turned into physical abuse. After one long year, Jessica had had enough.

One cold morning, Jean woke up to find his master bed empty and his beautiful young wife Jessica missing. He tore up the entire island of Haiti looking for her but later realized that she was gone. She had run from him and it had crushed him. She ran and she never looked back.

It took Jessica a little while but after successfully changing her name to Jessica Mitchell. She retook the bar exam under that name and she started her life over. She was able to get a job with a law firm in San Antonio, Texas. She worked there for a year and half and was able to save up enough money to start her own firm. She moved back to Dallas figuring it was safe since she hadn’t a heard a peep from Jean. As time went by, her practice was booming and she was a well-known defense attorney in the state of Texas. She had successfully won plenty of cases and was waiting for the appeals to go through on her brother Marcus’ case.

Everything was looking up for Jessica. She was happy and she was free. She had a great job and she had money in the bank, the only thing that had been missing from her life was the love of a man. It wasn’t long before she lucked up and ran into Yamin on one perfect night. He couldn’t have had better timing. He was way younger than she was, but he was a successful businessman and he treated her with respect. She had never felt so lucky especially considering her first husband had been a crook.

All had been perfect with her and Yamin until her honeymoon when she discovered that she wasn’t the only one that had been living a secret life. Her husband was just as much a liar as she was. She had got way from one crook only to marry another. All had been perfect up until Cortez was killed, Ashley was killed and-Jean appeared. Had Jean been responsible for it all? Was it all because of her?

“Did you kill Cortez?” Jessica asked from the backseat of the car. She didn’t want to be the reason that Yamin had lost his brother. He would never forgive her if he knew that she was the cause of it all. He would never forgive her if he knew that she was technically not even his wife. She had already been married when she’d met him and it wasn’t possible for her to be married again without having a divorce first.

Jean laughed wickedly. “Of course I killed Cortez. And I am going to kill his whole fucking family. You see this isn’t about you my sweet Jessica. It’s about so much more than that….”

Jean pointed his finger and his driver pulled into a huge landfill that was located on the outskirts of Dallas. The odor was so foul that even the closed windows couldn’t shut it out. As they drove to the back of the landfill Jessica’s body violently bounced around in the backseat. She groaned with each little hiccup and prayed that the ride would be over soon. She tried to lift her head to see where they were and where they were going, but each move she made felt like it would be her last.

“What is this about Jean? Why did you kill Cortez and kidnap his daughter?” Jessica asked and tightly gripped her hand around her stomach.

“Because some years ago, I stole twenty-five million dollars from a guy, and after I stole it, I killed him, and made it look like his brother did it. That twenty-five million dollars was used to keep my business from going under. I was too busy looking for you that I didn’t realize how bad things were becoming for me…”

As the car came to a stop, Jessica looked above her to determine her location, but she couldn’t see much of anything. She used her elbow to try and sit up and a bolt of pain shot through her body and caused her to scream out.

“Be still my sweet Jessica. It will be over soon,” Jean told her. He looked at her and smiled. She was still the most beautiful woman that he had ever laid eyes on.

“Who was this man that you stole the money from Jean?”

“Hadir, Yamin’s father,” Jean laughed evilly. “I robbed a thief,” he laughed again.

Jessica was confused and Jean could see that she didn’t understand.

“I robbed a thief and went on to live my fucking life when your pretend husband and this fucking Versace League came and took everything from me! He stripped me of every fucking thing, my money, my home, my status-and when I come to find him and I also found out that he has my wife! Imagine that!” Jean yelled. He pushed the car door open, jumped out, and went into the backseat to pull Jessica out.

“What are you doing? You’re hurting me!” Jessica yelled. She was in so much pain she could barely stand to her feet. She tried to push Jean off of her, but she was far too weak to do much of anything.

“He took my whole life away from me so I will take his away from him. Cortez was only the beginning of what I’m going to do to him. I’m taking his fat ass sister away from him and anyone else that means something to him and after I’m done killing everyone that he loves, I’m gonna take every string from underneath The Versace League and pull it apart piece by piece.” Jean pushed Jessica forward and reached to his driver to hand him his gun.

Jean gripped the handle of the pistol tightly and aimed it towards Jessica. She was disposable to him. He had loved her with every breath in him and she left him only to end up with the man that had eventually taken everything from him. He had spent the past two years trying to find out who stole his life away when finally it fell right into his lap.

Knox, The Versace League’s veteran member was bitter about Yamin taking over when he felt it should have been him. He felt that Yamin hadn’t been doing things in the manner that they should be done and he was angry about it. He wanted to get Yamin and his brothers out of the way so that he can step up and run The Versace League the way it had been ran when Hadir was in charge, the way he remembered it being ran.

Knox knew all about Jean and Hadir’s history and knew all about Yamin’s thirst for revenge against Jean. He knew that Jean would be the perfect person to get rid of Yamin and his brothers and leave him looking clean in the end. Knox had told Jean how Yamin had tricked the League into believing that a client hired them, to tear Jean’s life apart. No one knew about Jean and what he had done to Hadir and Alain, but Yamin and Knox. Yamin was bitter about his father and he was angry. He wanted payback and that’s what he’d gotten.  Unfortunately for Yamin, he never expected that Knox turn on him and cause this chaos.   Luckily Knox had gotten his and was dead for what he had done.

It didn’t matter now. Jean no longer needed Knox to take Yamin and The Versace League down. He had already penetrated them and weakened everything they stood for. Yamin had taken away his livelihood so he didn’t have anything to lose but had everything to gain. Yamin should have stayed in his place and allowed his father’s death to remain as it was, but no he had to avenge something that had nothing to do with him. Because of that Jean would see to it that he turned his life upside down. He wanted him to feel exactly how he felt when he lost everything. Only he would do Yamin ten times worse.

Jean didn’t know if Jessica had been part of Yamin’s revenge scheme or if he had just played Jessica and used her, but he didn’t care. As much as he loved Jessica and was still astonished by her beauty, she had betrayed him. She had left him and had wedded another man. She had allowed that man to impregnate her and he would ensure that Jessica would never be able to betray him again.

“Wait! Jean what are you doing? Okay! I’m sorry!” Jessica begged. She held one hand up in an effort to stop Jean and the other she had placed over her stomach. She was wounded badly, but she felt as if she could make it if Jean just got her to a hospital.

“You’re not sorry,” he laughed. “And neither am I.”

POW!

He fired another bullet into her and caused her to fall backwards into the premade grave that was built just for her. A huge smile was planted across his face as he walked over to the hole that Jessica had fallen in. Watching her struggle with pain and suffer to breathe had brought him great pleasure. He hawked up a wad of his saliva and spit it on her before he walked away. He imagined that she would bleed for hours before she was incidentally covered with trash and forced to inhale the garbage that would later suffocate her. This was the price she had to pay for her betrayal and he didn’t feel an ounce of guilt as he walked away.

“I have bad news and I have good news,” the drive said to Jean as he came closer to him. “Bad news first. I now know why we couldn’t get in contact with Roscoe. He was found dead this morning in grocery store parking lot. Also Timothy was killed by those fucking niggas that’s always guarding the dude Yamin.”

“Fuck!” Jean cussed as he got back into the car.

“But they have the sister Aucelie. They found her, but they said she is not talking. You sure she has everything we need to know about The Versace League?”

“Knox said that Aucelie holds tons of secrets and that she also handles the money side of things. At least we got her. Great. Now let’s get this thing started. I want her tortured until she gives up every little bit of info she has on The Versace League. Let’s make them feel our presence even more,” Jean said and rubbed his hands together. He closed his door and looked out of the window at Jessica’s grave.

“Do you hear that?” the driver asked once he sat inside of the car.

“Hear what?” Jean asked.

The driver pressed the button to let Jean’s window down and the two of them looked at one another and broke into laughter.

“Help! Help!” Jessica cried out. As she laid in the grave that had been built a few feet underground, she wondered if Yamin had set her up. She wondered if Yamin dated her and married her because of Jean. She wanted to know if all this time, he knew that she was a liar and that she was not exactly whom she had said she was either. She wanted to find out if she had just been a part of his plan to get back at Jean. She had so much she wanted to know, but she didn’t even know if she would live to find out.

“Help! He-hel-p!” she faintly called out. She was getting weaker and weaker by the minute.

“Help!” she cried, but no one would hear her.

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