I am not sure how many hours later it was when I was being pulled up by John he looked panicked as he carried me over to the sofa in my office.

“Are Tanya and Jacob taken care of?” I was hoping something went wrong….yeah bite me, not something I would normally think either.

 “It has been sorted sir, it looks accidental”

I nodded and fuck it hurt a lot, each move I made hurt like hell, each twitch felt like a kick in the gut and each blink felt like my eyes were being poked out.

I deserved the pain.

I took the pain.

“We have to get you to hospital sir” John called, I would have nodded in agreement, but like I said, it was to agonising to do so.

John and Phil wrapped and arm around me and helped me up and walked me to the car.

I suddenly felt my left side go down and turned to see John had been shot in the head; Phil began panicking and quickly pulled us to the side of the car.

I looked over to see John with blood pouring from his head “FUCK” Phil called out, it was as if he could read my mind.

“Stay down sir” John called and went to lift up while pulling a gun from the back of his pants.

“NO” I yelled because this was obviously a professional and then he was down, with a bullet in the head and I had to face facts, I was a goner, I could barely walk, I had no chance of running to the house or get in the car without getting shot.

For some unknown reason I wasn’t scared at facing death in the face, I didn’t have that fight for survival instinct in me, I believed I deserved death, I was ready.

I loved Claire.

Why the fuck did that thought come into my head?

I heard Claire screaming in the background I tried to yell to her to get inside, but she came running over to me, I was only thankful the hit man was not after Claire’s blood as well.